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Petrified (pt.5)

Yandere Erasermic x f!Reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

a/n: idk what to say about this part. the dialogue wasn’t fun, but that’s about it! hope y’all enjoy!

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Warnings: reader experiences anxiety

Realistically speaking, there was a very low chance that you’d be able to wrestle your nerves under control as you waited for the impending meeting. It was creeping upon you, quite painfully slowly. On top of that you still had yet to resolve the almost instantaneous sensation of despair you felt upon waking.

Even as you spent the time you had to yourself completing menial tasks, nothing could truly remedy the feelings that plagued your being. It was incessant. Eating away at your will to distract yourself. And eventually you did succumb to its pestering.

No matter what you occupied yourself with, the reality of the approaching situation would invade your thoughts. It would keep you there until you mentally fought tooth and nail against it. But even then it wasn’t enough. It simply became easier to settle with the mindset.

You opted to lay on your thrifted couch, toying with the soft tussles on the blanket that was draped over your lower half. The connection of the fabric running across your fingers to how it actually felt wasn’t something your brain was choosing to register at the moment.

Rather, you simply stewed on your conflict.

It felt like you did this a lot nowadays. Brewing over muddled thoughts that didn’t entirely make sense but also did at the same time.

You trusted Shouta and Hizashi. Yet there was always an inkling of suspicion―or perhaps it was moreso a fear. Probably both, you assumed. What you wouldn’t give to have this whole reality be erased from existence. To never have met the two. Never have gotten preyed on by some lowly criminals that made you so indebted.

But that wasn’t something you could control. Much like you couldn’t seem to control the extent of the impact the heroes were having on your life. That was something they preferred to dictate, regardless of your protests.

Not that you protested all that much. To be fair, you hadn’t exactly been assertive with your wishes. Still, that doesn’t mean your few opinions should be as disregarded as they were.

It angered you more than anything. Shouta wouldn’t give you the chance to speak your mind while Hizashi glazed over the problem with a delusional sense of care. With their combined insistence it was more than enough to force you back into your shell. A place where no matter how upset you were, the courage to speak your mind was next to impossible.

If you didn’t know any better you would think that they were just as aware of this as you. After all, they seemed to be exploiting your weaknesses more and more. Maybe they did know you quite literally feared their methods of approach and were doing it just to see your pitiful reactions.

It would be cruel, and highly unlikely. But your mind had a habit of coming up with the worse case scenario, and this idea was no exception.

You were so wrapped up in contemplating the meaning for their behaviour and subsequently how you felt because of it that the time passing at an alarming rate didn’t even phase you.

No, not until the sound of your phone pinging―an alert for received text messages―were you finally pulled out of your stupor.

From: Shouta

Are you still okay with being picked up at 5:30?

4:32 pm

The time on the receipts made your heart drop a little. An hour left.

You:

That’s fine :)

4:33 pm

From: Shouta

Let me know if you need more time.

4:33 pm

You:

Will do, thanks!

4:34 pm

Of course you didn’t need more time to meddle with your own thoughts.

How exactly were you supposed to get ready to spend time with them? You couldn’t make anything to bring, something they made clear. Were you supposed to wear something casual? Or maybe dressing up a little was the better option.

None of these details really mattered, but overthinking was one of the things you were best at. So at each decision you came across you muddled over what to do. When all was said and done, you chose to settle with a navy blouse and black high waisted jeans. Dark colours were best for not drawing attention to yourself after all, and that was exactly what you wanted to do.

The rest of the routine to prepare for your slowly ensuing departure from the comfort of your apartment was done on autopilot. Any actions couldn’t be fully processed when your mind was drowning in nonsensical worries and ‘what if’ scenarios. The phenomenon wasn’t surprising, but still mentally taxing nonetheless. Nothing you could think or do would make you feel better. This was just something you would have to push through regardless of the voice in your head urging you to make up an excuse not to go.

After all, excuses now would only postpone the inevitable. And right now the inevitable was already here.

From: Shouta

I’m outside.

5:29 pm

You’d been ready for the past fifteen minutes―spending your remaining time anxiously waiting at the kitchen table. You regarded the text with a feeling of dread, but pushed the sensation down as you pulled on your shoes and jacket, stuffing your wallet in a pocket.

Just as he said, Shouta was waiting outside the apartment complex in the parking lot. He was leaning against the side of his car, eyes trained on his phone. Dressed in casual clothes with his hair pulled back into a half bun, he lifted his head upon hearing your approaching footsteps.

You watched as his eyes briefly scanned your form, presumably taking in your choice of clothing. “Ready to go?”

He didn’t exactly sound bored with the pseudo-greeting, rather it was a ‘let’s move this along’ kind of sound. It made you question for a moment whether he actually cared about the situation, but you disregarded the idea. “Of course.” Out of habit you offered a warm smile, which made his face lighten slightly in return. Even that alone was comforting compared to his normally serious facade.

Shouta opened the passenger door for you, letting you step in before closing it. He rounded the car and entered on the drivers side while you fastened your seatbelt, hands shaking ever so slightly. It was in your best interest to keep your nerves under control as much as possible, lest one of the two men pick up on it and become more concerned.

The car started with a low hum, the interior dashboard lighting up in areas that were blacked out before. The radio was playing quietly, allowing you to just barely register the soft rock music being emitted from the speakers. Shouta was the first to break the silence as he began driving.

“So, how was work yesterday?”

Small talk, thank god.

It would probably be a good idea to disregard the normal strain it put on your body. “It was good, like any other Friday I guess.”

The erasure hero nodded slightly before replying, “Anyone giving you trouble?” His eyes never left the road as he spoke, which you were thankful for, but it also made his expression hard to read from where you were sitting.

“I suppose a few people were a little impatient, but it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

To that he only offered a hum in response before moving to turn the radio up. By now there was a segment between the hosts, and you gratefully let it fill the silence if it meant you could avoid any awkward bits of forced conversation.

You found out regrettably that his home wasn’t too far from your apartment. Perhaps roughly ten minutes there by car, and you were already pulling up to the settlement.

It was comfortably small, set in a neighbourhood with houses of a similar size. You could tell that it was a pricy abode, evident in the elaborately carved wooden doors and smooth stone walkway. Everything exuded luxury, and you expected to find the same quality of handiwork on the inside. Not only that, but it was placed comfortably in the midst of the city―not close enough to any normal bustling life but in an area that would allow for a fast commute. Just another aspect that alluded to it’s likely expensive cost.

Shouta pulled into the driveway, parking the car inside the garage which was surprisingly big enough to fit the automobile. You stepped out as soon as the car door unlocked, the erasure hero following suit. The sound of the doors slamming shut echoed off the walls loudly, causing you to jump a little with your nerves already being on edge. Silently, you prayed he had yet to pick up on your behaviour.

“S’just through here.” Shouta gestured to the only door in the room before heading towards it, one hand shoved in his pocket. He held it open in wait for you to round the car and step through the threshold.

Instantly your senses were flooded with a smell that was so indisputably welcoming―a certain warmth, enhanced by the aroma of a home cooked meal in the making. It was wildly calming, and in that moment you forgot how stressed you’d been over the ordeal you were about to sit through. And yet, even as you came back to reality, the atmosphere continued to still your worries to a certain extent.

“We’re home.” The erasure hero’s voice sounded off behind you, causing you to turn to see that he was removing his jacket. You did the same, but before you could ask where to hang it Shouta had already gently removed the article from your hands, placing it on a hanger in the front entrance closet.

As you were removing your shoes a certain voice hero made himself known. “I’m just in the kitchen, grub’s almost done and cooked!”

Once the two of you had finished up getting comfortable, Shouta led the way deeper into the house. Following him, you finally laid eyes on his partner who was preoccupied at the stove. He glanced over his shoulder, face turning bright upon seeing you.

“Songbird? How’ve ya been?” He talked like he hadn’t seen you in forever, but that was no surprise.

What did come as a surprise was the suffocatingly tight hug he went on to wrap you in. The contact was jarring, but you did your best not to recoil. After all, you would be lying if you said the hug wasn’t at least a little nice. Sure, your mind had momentarily ceased it’s functioning from the shock, but biology did have its ways of easing your pain. Namely, in the form of that sweet release of serotonin as an innate response to the affection. Leaning into it to prove you weren’t too bothered by the close proximity, you responded. “Ah―fine. The same as last time you saw me I guess.”

The blond pulled away, opting to hold you by the shoulders as he spoke. “That head feelin’ okay? Your meds workin’?” The look in his eyes told you how concerned he was, even though the soft tone in his voice did more than enough to convey it. It was one of the few times it carried such delicacy to it, something you were grateful for as you don’t think the normal booming of his voice would’ve been tolerable from such a distance.

You smiled warmly, doing your best to maintain eye contact―and failing after a few seconds. “Yep, everything's back to normal, pretty much…”

That’s what you said, but it wasn’t the truth.

The reality of your health was something you normally chose to disregard, but you knew it wasn’t normal. At the end of the day, your normal was likely another person's hell. The exhaustion you felt was second nature, but that didn’t mean it was easy to deal with. However, putting up with the sensation was worth what you got out of it. So you kept going―kept lying―both to yourself and others that you were okay.

The pause Hizashi gave before answering instilled a brief pang of anxiety. The two were unbearably perceptive―they had to be, being heroes and all. But whatever he was thinking seemed to pass. “Good ta hear, why don'tcha make yourself comfortable while we finish up sweetheart.”

You glanced over to the stovetop, then to the countertop that was adorned with wayward vegetables and measuring cups. Naturally, you couldn’t help but offer assistance. “Oh, I don’t mind helping out. If you want I could―”

“Nah listener! Go get comfy, ‘Shou and I’ve got this.” He gave your shoulder a few reassuring pats, before motioning to the living room with his other hand.

As he gave you a gentle push, you managed to sputter out a response. “Um―okay, then…” Was it a strong response? No. But they weren’t giving you time to come up with something more polite. So you took Hizashi’s queue and padded over to the living room.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the expanse was how...empty it was. It had furniture―more than enough to fill the room. All of it looking high in value, only adding to the comfort and prestige of their home. That wasn’t the issue. It was the lack of personal items that stood out.

There were none of the items that you would expect in a well lived in home. Things like photos or framed degrees on the wall―nothing to suggest that either of the two heroes stayed there. Not so much as a haphazardly discarded personal belonging like a sweater or even a stray coffee mug was in sight. It was immaculately devoid of unique human presence. The only thing that served as evidence to suggest someone was actually living there and it wasn’t more so a showroom was the laptop on the coffee table in front of the couch.

But that was it. Peculiar, to say the least.

There was quite literally nothing else for you to evaluate. Nothing to help you get a better sense of who the heroes were behind closed doors. With the lack of stimulation came an awkward feeling of self awareness. So you did what the blond instructed―you made yourself comfortable.

The couch looked invitingly cushiony, so there you took up residence, pulling out your phone for the distraction of social media. You had your back to Shouta and Hizashi who were still in the kitchen. That particular detail mildly unsettled you, and you did your best not to let the paranoia induced urge to keep looking over your shoulder get to you.

With the comfort of the temporary seclusion you concluded that while they might be taking your presence to make up for the burden you’ve placed on them, you were paying an equal amount with your sanity. They couldn’t have seen how much their existence in your life as of late was displacing your will to remain calm. If they did then you were sure the heroes in them wouldn’t have suggested this meeting.

They were getting too personal, and all you could think about was never having to see them again after tonight.

Regrettably, the sound of clinking metal pulled you out of your thoughts. Behind you Shouta had begun setting the dining table, placing down cutlery along with napkins. Part of you knew that your offer of assistance would be shot down. It was all routine at this point, and you’d honestly lost track of the amount of times it had happened.

You inwardly cursed yourself for causing unnecessary anxiety, “I can help with that, if you want.” The ‘if you want’ came out unintentionally, your subconscious knowing what was about to happen.

Shouta glanced up at you, “That’s fine (y/n), you can just take a seat.” He went back to what he was doing without another word, before heading back to the kitchen.

It wasn’t even worth putting up resistance over.

Standing up, you walked over to the dining room, claiming the spot next to the head of the table. Not a moment later and the two were walking out with various bowls which appeared to be steaming.

“Hope you’re hungry sunshine! Dinner’s comin’ in hot” Hizashi set down a bowl in front of you.

“It’s beef stew, hope you don’t mind.” The erasure hero sat down at the head of the table. His partner left the room, only to return with a tray of golden dinner rolls.

“Homemade and fresh outta the oven!” He set the tray down in the middle of the table, taking a seat across from you.

You looked down at the food displayed before you. Frankly, it looked absolutely delectable. “This looks really good, you must’ve been at it for a while.”

Shouta had already begun eating so you assumed it was safe for you to do the same. Lo and behold, the food tasted just as good as it looked. The perfect ratio of vegetables to meat, seasoned to perfection. It was impressive, to say the least.

“Yeah it did take a bit, but it’s worth it for you songbird!”

You were almost too distracted by the mouth watering meal that was gracing your tastebuds to care about his pet names. And even if you did care, the hospitality would help in overlooking it. Thankfully your nerves had calmed down a bit, part of you thinking that you were growing used to their presence ever so slightly.

As you ate, the two took it upon themselves to make idle discussion to fill the silence, Hizashi always doing more of the talking than his counterpart. You did the listening, as they were dealing with topics beyond you. Namely hero work, its details something that you couldn’t quite relate to, let alone offer something valuable to the conversation. You weren’t complaining either―it was easier to let them go on than it was to worry yourself over trying to find something interesting to say.

It would’ve been nice if things could’ve stayed like that. The mood was something you could tolerate at the moment, an occurrence that was rare when you were around the two men. But of course something so ideal as that would never last.

Soon enough their back and forth discourse began heading exactly where you hoped they would avoid tonight.

Hizashi was on the subject of a few unsavoury criminals that had been active in the area. Nothing too serious, but still posing a large enough threat to those who were less capable of defending themselves.

And then he started talking about the area you were walking through when you just so happened to get cornered by similarly dangerous individuals.

At that point you were a little over halfway done eating, and desperately wishing to quickly move from the subject if not just drop it entirely. But no, Hizashi was intent on remaining on the topic.

“Ya know, a few buddies of mine have been dealing with some trouble in that area.” With his mouth half full, he continued. “Sure you gotta work so late? Can’t imagine walkin’ home at that time is very safe.”

You’d lost your appetite.

“Yeah, they need me to cover the later shifts, and I don’t really mind it, so…”

Shouta seemed to be more interested in the discussion now that you were involved. “Still, you should try and switch to morning shifts.”

“Mm―not only that but ya can’t just go exploring a bunch of alleyways. Shit’s bound to happen there hun.” The blond had set his food aside and was more than happy to indulge himself further in telling you what to do.

Did they really think you were so dense that you’d be going down alleyways just to explore?

You placed your spoon in the almost empty bowl, bringing your hands to rest on your lap. At least like that they wouldn’t be able to see you trying to relieve some stress by repetitively fidgeting with the end of your sleeve or digging your nails into the palms of your hands.

“I was taking a shortcut. That’s not something I would normally do.” There was a certain feeling of spite in your voice, but you doubt they could register it. Rather you probably simply sounded displeased to be talking about that night, mixed with a hint of shame for letting yourself get attacked like that.

“If that’s the case then I’d advise you take the long way. You’re just putting yourself at a higher risk by going down that path.” Shouta was taking a sip of his drink as the two let you process their advice. He didn’t seem to like the idea of you ‘putting yourself at risk,’ judging by the almost disappointed tone in his voice.

It was hard for you to meet their eyes as they spoke, so instead you alternated between staring at the table while looking at them for a brief second to prove that yes, you were listening to them.

However you did watch as Hizashi moved to fold his hands atop the table, leaning forward slightly. He paused, likely gathering his thoughts. “And, ah...somethin’s been sorta bothering Shou’ and I for a bit.” The two men eyed each other for a moment, “It’s just...the doctor never said what was quite wrong with ya, being so tired and all.”

The heroes were looking intently at you for an answer, causing you to mentally recoil from the unwanted attention. But you still had to come up with something to influence them into moving on to something that didn’t directly relate to your wellbeing. “Oh...well it was the end of the week I guess. That probably explains it…” You were curious to see if the answer was satisfactory, but upon looking up a little more to judge their reactions you found that oh no, that was most definitely not enough.

They didn’t look convinced in the slightest. You weren’t lying to them, just omitting most of the truth. And somehow it felt like they knew you were doing so―your suspicions being quickly confirmed.

“You passed out, (y/n). Your records don’t list any medical problems so there should be no reason your shifts cause you that much exhaustion.”

You had no doubt Shouta was boring holes into your skull with the unmatched intense look he was likely giving you. The wavering amounts of courage you held only allowed you to observe him from the shoulders down. He’d leaned back in his chair at this point, one hand in his lap while the other rested on the table.

They didn’t have the right to be so invasive with your personal life. They were heroes. They saved people and then they were supposed to move on.

Not access their medical history without their permission to see if they were being completely honest.

As if sensing your growing uncomfortableness, Hizashi piped up. “We’re just worried about ya sweetheart. Stuff like that doesn’t just happen outta the blue. And if somethin’ really is wrong then you gotta tell us.”

You could almost drown in the concern blanketing his words and tone. It was conflicting―you knew he was being genuine, and that the two were just that invested in your wellbeing at the moment. But that’s what scared you.

The attention was entirely unwelcome. How many times did you have to reassure them that you were handling things before they let it go?

Self-awareness was haunting you, knowing full well how you were going to be unable to control the shakiness in your voice. Even less so was the hold you had over the stirring of worrisome emotions brewing inside you. You knew skirting around the truth was better than telling them you used your quirk at work. They would probably get mad at you―the reality wasn’t a conventionally accepted thing.

“I think..I’m just a naturally tired person. And those guys freaked me out a bit, so...I don’t know. I guess it was just a combination of those things?”

You waited in heavy silence for a response. For once it seemed that they were thinking before they spoke. Hizashi especially liked to say whatever came to mind, at least that’s what you thought. Shouta wasn’t as impulsive, but he never hesitated this long. And so when he finally spoke, you weren’t sure whether to be relieved due to the occurrence or not―given what he said.

“If you think we believe that excuse for a second then you're very wrong, (y/n). You might be tired, but we know there’s more to it than that. It’d be much easier if you’d just cooperate with us.”

Looking up was a bad idea, but your head moved on its own. While Shouta looked as menacing as ever, his partner looked...nervous. You’d never seen him that way, like he was suffering just as much as you were. Perhaps it was a side effect of this irrational concern he felt, realistically you didn’t care. But the feeling transferred to you and slowly the pit in your stomach grew bigger and bigger with each passing second. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to hold out.

“Please just tell us the truth, songbird. You’re not in trouble, we promise. It’s just―we can tell there’s somethin’ off with ya.” If your hands were on the table you wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to hold them, knowing of his tendencies.

You looked back and forth between the two, eyes silently pleading for them to just drop it altogether.

Of course, you knew they wouldn’t.

Maybe you should just run while you had the chance?

“R-really, I’m okay. Listen, dinner was...really good, but I think I should be going n―”

“You’re not leaving.”

The erasure hero was in no mood to put up with you dancing around the topic at hand anymore. He brought you here to find out what the fuck was going on with you and he’d be damned if you just denied them that truth any longer. Hizashi had no complaints―maybe wincing at his partner’s harshness a little, but otherwise was in it just as much as him.

The blond could bring the tension down a little though, mostly for your sake. “Are ya not gettin’ enough sleep? Shou’ knows a pretty good doctor that helps with that kinda thing if that’s the problem. We just wanna make sure you’re being safe is all, sunshine.”

Really? Because this feels more like an interrogation than a friendly discussion over your habits.

Perhaps it would be better to just cut your losses and tell them. You didn’t want to, if they deemed fit they could be the reason you lose your job. Your boss didn’t know that you used your quirk―nobody did. It was how you stayed ahead of everyone else. Technically it was like cheating, having such a big advantage over your coworkers in your line of work. But where was the harm? You were making people happy, there’s nothing wrong with that.

But just like before you left your apartment to be accompanied to their house, your mind decided it was a perfectly fine and healthy idea to come up with countless ‘what ifs.’ One of which included the possibility that yes, you would be fired for this small transgression. Even though it was unlikely, it still plagued your mind with dread. The shop was where you got validation―a place where you knew you were doing something right. You didn’t want it taken away from you.

But you had to tell them. They were waiting. There was no way out of this.

“M-my quirk…”

How were you supposed to explain this?

“What about your quirk?” Shouta was not giving you any room to weasel your way out of this.

Your eyes remained trained on the abandoned dinner in front of you. “I use it...at work, sometimes. It just makes me a little tired I guess.”

The erasure hero didn’t give his counterpart the chance to ruin the moment, knowing you were susceptible to revealing more information with another push. “Only sometimes?”

God, it felt like you were being shamed for what you did.

“A lot...I use it a lot.” Admitting it felt hard even though you were more than aware of your behaviour. It was their reaction that made the task so difficult.

“What’s your quirk, sweetheart?”

You looked at your hands―the tools that made the fruits of your labour possible. “I...um―it’s called Nurture. I can sort of...put life back into plants? It just makes them healthier, but doing it puts strain on my body. Makes me a bit sleepy, but it isn’t usually that bad…”

Shouta gave a quiet hum in response before continuing, sitting up in his chair a bit. “Well―I wouldn’t call that a bit. No point in trying to downplay it now, just be honest.”

It was probably supposed to sound lightly encouraging, but he sounded more like he was making a demand.

A demand in which you had no choice but to meet.

“Okay...it can be a little much sometimes. B-but Friday was the exception, I had to use it a lot the night before so...the exhaustion just caught up with me.” You left out the part where the emotional response from being cornered was likely a bigger problem than the sorry state your general physique was in.

Hizashi sighed, and it would appear that the two were relieved to finally get the explanation they were looking for. You however were not in the same state. You were vulnerable, and inwardly you prayed they would leave well enough alone.

The erasure hero took a sip of his drink, and you caught the men exchanging glances before the blond spoke up. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You didn’t respond. Just kept staring at your hands.

“What you’re doing isn’t illegal or anything, but it’s still not something you should be doing. I’m sure you know what could happen to your career if this kind of information got out.”

At that your eyes shot up, looking desperately in Shouta’s direction. “Please don’t tell my boss. He doesn’t know, and I’m not hurting anyone by using it. Please just―I don’t know what I’d do without my job.” You glanced back to Hizashi, looking like your words were hurting him as well.

“I don’t know (y/n), you’re not exactly being responsible with your quirk. Just because you’re not hurting anyone else doesn’t mean it’s safe to disregard your own health.” Shouta must enjoy judging you when you were at your lowest, seeing as he tended to do it an awful lot.

Just when you thought this night couldn’t get any worse, it did. It got so much worse.

You weren’t able to form a rebuttal, but it didn’t matter when Hizashi beat you to it. “Listen, we don’t want to do that songbird, honestly. How ‘bout we make another deal instead…”

What in god’s name could they want from you.

“W-what kind of deal?” How you wished they’d just let you walk free, unburdened by their presence like you planned on before coming here. It’s like they wanted to watch you squirm uncomfortably with anticipation.

Finally the blond continued. “Simple. Ya try not to use your quirk as much and we don’t tell management!”

Shouta added his take, “And you have to keep coming over for dinner so we can make sure you’re holding up your end. It’s a fair proposition. Take it or leave it.”

It was unbelievable. Of course you didn’t want to comply―they were blackmailing you for christ’s sake. But one problem did stand out, “What are you guys getting out of this? I―I’m just not quite sure I understand.”

The erasure hero sighed, “Call it peace of mind―lets us know you're not on the verge of death while enjoying your company at the same time.”

Clearly they couldn’t see how much you weren’t enjoying their company. Or maybe they did and simply didn’t care. How they thought this was a fair deal was beyond you, and it didn’t exactly matter either way.

You didn’t want to admit it―to agree to their ‘deal,’ but you had no choice. They’d effectively cornered you. At this point you could only hope they would get bored enough of your presence to eventually call it off. You wouldn’t be able to stop using your quirk, it would break your heart not to. You got so much out of using it―emotionally at least.

They might not know if you were lying now if you agreed to it, but having to see them again wouldn’t be good news. Was it that obvious what your quirk did to your health? Honestly speaking, you’d never really evaluated whether or not you looked worse for wear. All this time you just acted without thinking of the effects. Perhaps there was physical evidence―but it was something you would have to evaluate later.

Not that you personally cared whether or not you actually looked tired. There was always makeup for that if you were feeling self-conscious. Mostly, you needed to see what you had to do to fool them into thinking you were complying.

At least they were patient when it came to this response, and eventually you did manage to give one. With great reluctance, you spoke. “I guess...if that’s what you want. But I―”

“Then it’s settled! We can keep meetin’ up like this every Saturday from now on!” Hizashi was positively beaming at the prospect, you however were not as excited.

Every fucking Saturday?

The thought of having to experience the same god awful stress made your heart sink. They should be sick of seeing your face by now. All you’ve done for them was place an immense burden, both on their wallets and apparently their minds as well. It didn’t matter if they were worried about you―they would have to get over it.

You would play along for now, mostly for the sake of your sanity.

It was simple. You just had to convince them that you were keeping up your end of the deal. It wasn’t impossible. You would be fine.

Shouta stood up from his chair, muttering an “Alright, then” as he did so. You watched almost helplessly as he began gathering the bowls and glasses off the table, stacking them in a neat pile.

You would've offered to help, but they’d already taken enough from you tonight. Realistically, you doubted it was even possible to form a coherent sentence. Your mind was too muddled with what was currently an inescapable despair, alongside of a slowly kindling detestment for the two men.

The audacity they held to put you in such a position would be impressive if it weren’t also mildly disturbing at the same time. For heroes, they seemed wildly unaware of how oppressive their behaviour was.

For the time being you were under their every whim and command. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something you would have to put up with.

Just enough for them to see you were okay. That you were capable of functioning even when your quirk posed certain unpleasant obstacles.

And in your mind of calculating escapes, you just barely registered that the two had gone back to their discussion of life events that you’d never come close to relating to. Hizashi still being the more dominant, relaxed as his partner cleaned the dining table.

The clock ticking away on the wall read 5:57 pm. You wondered how much longer they’d keep you here, seeing as they never made a point to ask you what you were comfortable with anyways―probably planning on doing the same with when they thought you should be free to go for the night.

End of Part 5

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gusu-emilu · 3 years

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Catch Me (I’ll Be Safe)

Ship: Wei Wuxian & Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian / Wen Ning

Summary: Wen Ning's consciousness is still newly restored. Wei Ying plays a game to help him adjust to the difficulties of being a fierce corpse.

1.8k, G, Fluff, Light Angst, One-Sided Attraction, although this is more about friendship I suppose, Frogs

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Grasses sway in the breeze, filling the air with a sweet scent. The sun beats down on the back of Wei Ying’s neck as he crouches at the bank of a creek. He plucks a long blade of grass, holds it in front of his face to catch the sunlight, then sticks it between his teeth to hang out of the side of his mouth.

Something rustles in the weeds on the bank of the creek. Wei Ying closes his teeth tighter on the blade of grass, channels tension into his muscles, preparing.

“Gotcha!”

He snatches the creature.

He cups a frog in his hands. Its little eyes peer at him, surprisingly calm for an animal that just got captured. He grins.

“Wen Ning, come look!”

Wen Ning turns around from where he was gazing out at the valley. He squats down beside Wei Ying and examines the frog, tilting his head slightly to see it from different angles. “It’s cute.”

“Yeah, it is!” Suddenly the frog squirms, pushing against his hands. “Wh—whoa!” The frog erupts out of his grip and plops into the creek with a splash.

Wei Ying laughs and rinses his hands off in the creek. “Silly guy.” He braces his hands on his knees and leans forward, peering into the mud on the water’s bank. “Come on, Wen Ning, help me catch another one.”

“Gongzi, I—I don’t think I should try to catch one.”

Wei Ying cocks an eyebrow. “Why not?”

Wen Ning opens his palms, grey skin facing the sky. He looks down at his hands, uncertain. “I’d probably c-crush it.”

“Nonsense!” Wei Ying takes the blade of grass out his mouth and points its tip at Wen Ning. “You just need to use some control. I’ve seen you hold plenty of things without crushing them.”

Wen Ning folds his hands and rubs his thumbs together. “Those were because I picked them up slowly.”

A frog croaks beneath them, revealing its hiding spot in the weeds. Wei Ying wavers for a moment, deciding if he should reach after it or say something else to Wen Ning.

Wen Ning had always been skilled with his hands when he was alive. Practicing archery with precision, bandaging Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng’s wounds after they’d escaped Lotus Pier, sewing repairs in their clothes, and one time…

One time they held hands. While Wei Ying lay on a cot in Yiling, empty space where his golden core should’ve been, Wen Ning’s fingers interlaced with what should’ve been the empty spaces of his hand.

Wei Ying sighs. He rises to his feet, nods for Wen Ning to rise as well. He smiles, coating his voice with cheeriness. “Then let’s practice picking things up not slowly.”

“G-Gongzi,” Wen Ning says, shaking his head, “you don’t need to spend the trouble. I know to be careful.”

“Wen Ning.” Wei Ying crosses his arms and takes a step closer. “I want you to be comfortable with the body you have now.” He points his blade of grass at the creek. “If being able to catch frogs is part of that, then I’m going to help.”

The corners of Wen Ning’s mouth tighten. He looks down. “Thank you.”

“So, ah,” Wei Ying rocks back and forth on his feet. He paces along the edge of the dirt path and finds a stone that’s a little larger than a teacup. He picks it up, holds it in front of himself for Wen Ning to see. “I’m going to toss this at you. When you catch it, try to follow its movement. Cushion it with your hands.”

Wen Ning studies the rock, then holds his hands out awkwardly and nods, eyes wide and eager. Stray strands of his hair wave at the side of his face, stained amber in the sunlight.

Wei Ying grins. He’s too cute sometimes.

“Alright, ready?”

“Yes.”

Wei Ying sticks the blade of grass back between his teeth, bobbing it up and down. He narrows his eyes, draws his arm back, and throws the stone.

It’s crushed to dust in Wen Ning’s fist. Wen Ning’s face falls as he watches the dust drift to the ground. Frogs croak in the creek, upset by the disturbance. “Sorry,” Wen Ning says.

“No, no, don’t apologize!” Wei Ying bends down and picks up another stone from the side of the trail. “It’s just a rock. We’re practicing, right?”

“R-Right.”

He throws another stone at Wen Ning, harder this time.

Dust again.

Two more tries, and Wen Ning catches the rock safely in his hand.

“That’s it!” Wei Ying puts his hands on his hips. “You did it!”

Wen Ning stares down at the rock. His mouth curves into a bashful smile that pushes at his cheeks, making his face round. “Y-Yeah.”

Warmth swells through Wei Ying.

“Now throw it back to me.”

Wen Ning’s shoulders draw up a bit. “Are you sure?”

“Afraid you’ll hit me?” Wei Ying smirks. He pats his chest. “I’m untouchable, Wen Ning. I can dodge anything.”

Something in Wen Ning’s expression makes him think that if Wen Ning still had blood to flow, he’d be blushing.

It’s a strange thought.

Not entirely unwelcome. Just…strange.

“O-Okay,” Wen Ning says, raising his arm. “I’m going to throw it now.”

The rock comes hurtling at Wei Ying faster than he expected. It stings his palm when he catches it, pain shooting up his arm. “Dang, Wen Ning.” He chuckles. “You could be a catapult if you wanted to.”

Wen Ning just stares at him.

“Ah, right,” Wei Ying rubs the back of his head, suddenly uncomfortable. “Let’s keep practicing being gentle.”

They toss the rock back and forth a few more times, each throw from Wen Ning less powerful than the last, until Wei Ying can catch the rock without feeling like the lines on his palm are going to split. The frogs croak louder, offended by their disruption of the peaceful valley.

“Gongzi,” Wen Ning says as he cups the rock in his hands, “I think I’d like to save the rest of the practice for later. Thank you.”

“Mm, that’s fine. Nice job.”

Suddenly an idea makes the corner of Wei Ying’s lips turn up.

He saunters over to Wen Ning, his strides carefree and his steps noisy on the dirt path, until he’s standing directly in front of Wen Ning. Wen Ning looks at him in confusion. The rock is still cradled in his hands.

“Before we finish…” Wei Ying swipes the rock out of Wen Ning’s grip and hides it behind his back, grinning. Wen Ning’s eyebrows shoot up.

“First steal it from me.”

“B-But—but I—”

Shielding the stone behind his back, Wei Ying hops to one side of Wen Ning, then the other, skirting in circles around him. “Come steal it, Wen Ning! I bet you can’t!”

A tiny laugh escapes Wen Ning as he watches Wei Ying dance around him. “G-Gongzi—”

Wei Ying stops abruptly and reveals the rock beside his waist, waving it side to side.

Wen Ning glances down at the rock, then meets Wei Ying’s eyes, searching for permission.

“Come take it.”

Wen Ning raises his hand slowly, his fingers twitching. He gives one last gaze of uncertainty into Wei Ying’s eyes, then darts his hand out at the rock.

Wei Ying slips the stone behind his back again and jumps away. “Ah ah ah!” He smirks and holds up his free hand, wagging his pointer finger at Wen Ning. “Try again.”

“Gongzi, what if I—”

Wei Ying skips in circles around Wen Ning again, jerking his arm out once in a while to let Wen Ning see the rock. “I’m not going back to the Burial Mounds until you take it!”

“But—”

Wei Ying’s feet scuff as he skids to a stop. “Don’t worry.” He lowers his voice, serious. “I trust you, okay? We can play this.”

Wen Ning’s eyes shimmer. He smiles.

Then his expression hardens once more as he focuses. His hand shoots out at the rock. Wei Ying yelps and scurries away.

Soon they’re jumping around the dirt path, hopping over the creek, Wei Ying panting as he struggles to dodge Wen Ning’s swipes at the stone. The sound of their laughter echoes throughout the valley. The frogs croak furiously.

Wei Ying’s heart beats against his chest like it’s going to burst.

Soon apprehension—even a bit of fear—courses through his veins, spreads nervousness into his giggling.

He does trust Wen Ning.

That doesn’t mean there isn’t a chance of Wen Ning hurting him.

As he darts around, evading Wen Ning’s hands, he channels all his focus into preserving his safety. He needs to dodge everything. He can’t get hurt. For Wen Ning’s sake.

This is what he deserves. He deserves to feel like he can have fun without putting anyone in danger.

Wen Ning catches Wei Ying’s wrist. They freeze, staring at each other. Wei Ying’s arm throbs, pressure clawing at his bone. The blood might stop flowing to his hand soon.

“Alright, you got me!” Wei Ying winks. “Still don’t have the stone though.”

Wen Ning looks up at the rock in Wei Ying’s hand, Wei Ying’s grip getting weaker as his fingers go numb. Wen Ning takes the rock and lets go of his wrist. Relief rushes through Wei Ying from his fingertips to his shoulder.

He hides his hand behind his back, grateful that his sleeves are long. “You won!”

“I—I did?”

“Absolutely!”

Wen Ning smiles down sheepishly at the rock. His smile fades. He slowly looks up at Wei Ying, his eyes like honey in the sunlight. “I didn’t…Did I—”

Wei Ying puts his arm—his other arm—around Wen Ning’s shoulders and guides him down the dirt path, they way they should’ve been traveling in the first place. “Not a bit.”

“…Oh. That’s good.”

“It is.”

Wen Ning tucks the rock into his sleeve. They pass another creek with chatty frogs. Wei Ying doesn’t ask if Wen Ning wants to try catching them.

They don’t have much to say to each other for the rest of the journey back to the Burial Mounds. Instead they listen as the breeze hums softly and a flock of songbirds flap over their heads, filling the valley with their chirping.

At some point, Wei Ying slips his good hand into Wen Ning’s.

His skin is cold. His fingers are tense. Something tells Wei Ying the stiffness is not just because he’s a corpse.

But eventually, Wen Ning’s hand relaxes, and they gently swing their arms between them as they walk.

In the moments Wei Ying is sure Wen Ning isn’t watching, he flexes and unflexes the fingers of his other hand, wondering if there will be a bruise to hide.

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Thanks for reading! This was supposed to be a warmup for a much longer fic I’m writing and then...it turned into something lol. If you enjoyed this story, you can be a supportive sibling like Jiang Yanli by visiting me on AO3!

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officerjennie · 4 years

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23 with all the Witcher characters you'll write

Anon.

-squishes your face-

Anon I love you. I wish you nothing but the absolute best life anyone could ever imagine, because you have given me such a gift.

Characters included here: Jaskier, Aiden, Lambert, Geralt, Eskel, Vesemir (let’s be real, he’s just there for the snacks. Catch him filling his pockets with nuts and pastries to horde in his office). Prompt: orgy

(edit most of the way through writing this: HOW THE FUCK DID I WRITE SOMETHING FOR THE PROMPT ORGY AND INCLUDE NO SEX, I JUST-)

Despite popular believe, Jaskier had the best ideas.

The entirety of his previous afternoon had been spent with preparations for the event. It had only taken a little bit of bribing to convince Vesemir that this wasn’t going to end horrifically or with some destruction or another, and really only another bottle of (very expensive) wine as the cherry on top to be given permission to use the mess hall in Kaer Morhen as the location. Though honestly, there wasn’t anywhere else that would have suited the party - so Jaskier was very glad no more bribing was in order there.

If he was honest, convincing everyone to take part in it was the easy part. One really didn’t know the definition of ‘sexually repressed’ until one met a horny witcher who was trying to deny himself the lusts of the skin and Jaskier could count on his first three fingers some witchers that suited that bill to the T.

The fact that he knew exactly five made that rather sad, but he digressed.

With some rather flirtatious invitations, Jaskier had secured participation, but that was only phase one of his plans. After that was making it an actual party, an event, because there was no way in all of the fresh hells that he would let this be even close to mediocre.

So, the table settings began.

At the end of the evening he found himself spinning in glee, hands clapped in front of his face, fingers touching his lips as he admired his handiwork. All done by himself - the boys could all thank him later for his hard work, since he’d wanted it to all be a surprise for the lot of them, and he had honestly outdone himself.

He hoped no one asked how he got the flowers during this time of year. Some secrets were better left untouched.

It was close to dark, the outside colors bringing in brilliant oranges and purples, when Jaskier set off to round everyone up. Geralt was the first person he found - a given, really. He’d spent enough time traveling around with him that he knew exactly where he’d be, the exact position he’d be in on his bed as he sharpened his sword (because his daggers would have been the first he sharpened, and it was too late in the evening for him to be starting on the task), no doubt trying to pretend like he wasn’t looking forward to anything or affected by the thought of such an event.

His rather tight pants gave him away, though. With a very firm kiss to his delicious lips and a swipe of his eager tongue, Jaskier let Geralt know it was ready. He tugged him up off the bed and patted his arse and sent him on his way, determined to find everyone else before he went down himself and got far too distracted.

The grumbling he heard from his witcher just made him smile more.

It took a little longer to locate Eskel, but Jaskier had figured it easier to find him than the others. Surprisingly he hadn’t been out visiting Lil’ Bleater, the little lady having already been put up snug in her bed, bleating out so cutely when she saw Jaskier that he had to spent a few minutes giving her some love before he went on his way. As he did, he couldn’t help but think about how witchers just...really did love to imprint on animals. Geralt with his precious Roach, Eskel with his classy lady. He wondered what sort of animal Vesemir might relate to, or Lambert?

Wait, no, he didn’t want to know that second one. He blinked in horror and set that thought firmly to a forgotten corner of his mind to grow dust.

Instead of finding Eskel with his adorable little lady, Jaskier ended up running into him in the kitchen. It had been the smell of some wondrous pastries that had clued him in, drawing him in like the hungry sweets demon he was, his fingers already itching to snatch some up and run away with his booty.

Not that he really needed to steal one. It was just more fun that way.

Sure enough, his nose had not lied to him. Eskel was pulling out some of his own handmade and famously delicious apple pastries out of the oven just as Jaskier peeked his head in, and his mouth watered just at the sight. Also, dare he say it, but Eskel was very cute with flour dusted on his spikey, scary shirt.

“Are those for little ol’ me?”

Eskel didn’t startle at his voice but Jaskier didn’t expect him to, used to the terrifyingly good hearing that came with all of the other witcher mutations. “You did say snacks, right? Figured these might do.”

“Oh! Oh, Eskel,” Jaskier felt his eyes tearing up, skipping into the kitchen and just stopping himself from flinging his arms around his now officially second favorite witcher. He skidded to a stop right in front of him, wringing his hands with emotion to keep from burning himself or Eskel (or accidentally impaling himself on said scary spikey shirt). “You really didn’t have to, I had the snacks all set up and planned out, but I’m ever so touched you did! Oh, these will make the perfect addition.”

“They have to cool first, Jask.” Eskel had a very knowing twinkle in his eye as he stepped around the bard, going to place the flat pan on a rack he had set up on the table. “I’ll bring them down when they’re ready, then you can have one.”

Jaskier pouted, eyeing the pastries and wondering if it was worth burning both his fingers and his tongue on them. Which, yes, it was, but he’d rather not disappoint the pastry chef. So he deflated with a deep sigh, content in knowing that he’d get some later - and that Eskel very much did not forget about his plans.

Vesemir was next on his list, and it only took one single stop by his office to remind him. All Jaskier had to do was knock on his door and wait patiently for Vesemir to say he could come in, then he poked his head in to see if he’d be joining them.

“I’ll be there.”

That’s all the answer Jaskier got, and he considered it good enough. With him checked off the list, there was only two left, and they would thankfully be easy to locate this evening. They weren’t usually - well, Lambert by himself was. But any time Aiden was joining them for the winter Lambert was made scarce, always off doing something with his dear friend, and that something was usually mischief.

Aiden was a wonderful and a horrid influence on Lambert, and everyone adored him for it. Most of the time.

Luckily, Jaskier already knew where they were. He’d heard their training all the way in the keep and made his way to the training grounds, stopping by Geralt’s room to steal one of his coats on his way, not willing to face the cold with his own considering Geralt’s were much warmer (even if much less fashionable - had the man never heard of color?).

As it happened, they’d just recently stopped their training session - luck considering how long they’d go some evenings. Both of them had abandoned their shirts at some point, maybe even right at the start of their training, though Jaskier wasn’t sure how either of them could stand it when the snow in some places came up to his shins.

Stupid sexy witchers. It was entirely unfair. Both the cold resistant part and the sexy part.

“Hey, little songbird.” Aiden stretched his arm back and rested it against his shoulder, dangling his sword behind him and watching as Jaskier’s eyes followed the movement. “S’time already?”

With his mouth suddenly quite dry, and what with his feet suddenly not knowing how to walk in snow, Jaskier had to stumble out some sort of an answer. Not that he could really hear it, he was paying too much attention to how Aiden flexed his arm just so - damn stupid sexy witchers.

Lambert laughed at him without a single ounce of pity, and if Jaskier’s brain wasn’t currently melting he would have pointed out that the same damn tricks worked on him if Aiden wanted them to. At least Aiden took some pity on him after that, heading back to the keep and shooting him a wicked grin as he brushed past him.

Even with all the snow, it was suddenly a bit too warm for the coat he’d nabbed.

But that - that was everyone. Jaskier shook himself, a wide grin blooming on his face, the cold air biting at his cheeks and nose. Everyone was headed to the mess hall, the snack tables and punch were all ready. Eskel had been kind enough to make some of his apple pastries which would be a big hit. And! Jaskier had procured enough lubricant that they wouldn’t all be regretting it come the morning.

He rubbed his hands together as he turned around, hurrying back to get to the mess hall himself. This, without a single doubt, was his best idea yet - and hands down a night that he would always remember.

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seralyra · 4 years

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Can I request wolf-ified Jaskier and pack cuddling? 😳 👉👈

A/N: Finally got around to that prompt! So sorry it took so long >< I hope this is what you were asking for~

Lambert had been barricading himself in his lab for too long and it was driving their songbird up the wall, which in turn made Geralt grumpy and snappy. Eskel was, understandably, in a bad mood because of it, but would never stoop so low as to actually let it show. Jaskier was already cursed with two brooding bastards, no need to step into a position that's already been filled twice.

It did make his job of distracting Jaskier from doing something stupid much harder. Lambert had made it pretty clear that their local bard was to stay way away from the lab while he was still experimenting with unsafe potions. But with Lambert hauling himself away all day and Jaskiers impatience and curiousity growing by the hour Eskel had his work cut out for him.

Geralt had fled the scene to help Vesemir around the fortress right after breakfast, nerves frayed from trying to keep Jaskier entertained yesterday. And so Eskel was the one bardsitting. He was doing a pretty good job of it, too, he felt, helping their little songbird compose in the library. Drawing his mind back to the page whenever Jaskiers focus slipped. He was reminded of his younger years when he and Geralt had studied for the tests on monster lore and alchemy. This was nicer though, no threat of repercussions if you got something wrong, no real deadlines to catch. Just two family members, learning and creating for funs sake.

There was a warmth to the time they spent together and Eskel had to bite his cheek every once in a while when he remembered nearly shooting Jaskier, prematurily ending everyones joy. It would end eventually. Jaskier was only human, even if he was surprisingly resilient and fit. They would outlast him. Probably. If they weren't killed by a monster or a mob first.

Maybe after figuring out how to make a save animal transformation potion they could help Lambert work on an immortality one. If Jaskier would even agree to that.

"Eskel? What would you say rhymes with sword? I mean, word, obviously, but I can't for the life of me think of any other. My brain is stuck. Really this shouldn't be as hard as it is! This song just doesn't want to be written!"

"Hm. You could go with cord or board. Or maybe even bored. What's the line again?"

"And with a swift blow of his sword."

"He cut the cord?"

"This is supposed to describe training. Why would anyone cut a cord? And where?"

"I mean Vesemir sometimes looks ready to cut the rope we use to play tug of war."

Something manic glinted in Jaskiers eyes as a grin spread over his handsome face. "That! That's gold comedy! Yes I can see it, the clumsy young wolf pups of Kaer Morhen!"

"Please don't use any names."

"It's perfect Eskel! I've only ever wrote you as heroes! And that is all fine and well when it comes to good publicity. But showing your more vulnerable side- Well I can't do that outside of romance when you're supposed to be all grown up, people would start getting bad ideas in their heads. You already get cheated far too much as is. But if we talk kids? Yes, yes that could work."

Jaskier furiously scratched out everything he had already written beforehand, ripped the page out of his notebook and started scribbling down ideas on the new one with a frevor that made Eskel worry about the paper.

He settled back to watch him nevertheless, smiling at the passion his friend was showing for his work. It was meditative to watch him, the miniscule twitches of his face as he concentrated, how he gnawed at his lip in thought. Eskel drank it like an addict, all too aware that he had nearly lost the chance to exist alongside this human being more times than he was comfortable with. He cherished all his time with his family. The thought of that moment being the last ever present in his mind.

In hindsight, Eskel may have been a little too relaxed. He had never had such a prolonged period of time where he could just exist and the place he sat at was especially sunny and warm. Dozing off was not a choice at this point but an inevitability. He had just meant to blink. But when he opened his eyes again time had sped forward and away from him. Just like Jaskier.

It took a bit to clarify that yes, the spot where their bard had been sitting was empty. Eskel breathed through the first ripples of panic. That was fine. Maybe Jaskier just went to get himself some water or food. Or he could have gone to relief himself. Jaskier was a grown man and could look after himself.

None of the calming self talk actually reassured him.

Using his Witcher senses to track Jaskiers, by now overly familiar scent, Eskels dread grew. The trail led away from the kitchen and the courtyard and down the stairs into the basement. Eskel followed it in long, even strides, ears straining for Jaskiers voice, or Lamberts.

"Well fuck me."

Eskel cursed quietly when he heard Lambert say that, breaking into a run and throwing open the door to the labs. Lambert was standing there, hands on his hips looking both pleased and exhausted. In front of him lay a brownish red wolf with streaks of grey, tail thumping the ground in excitement. The two seemed to have a staring contest going on, neither breaking it to see Eskel entering.

"What happened this time?" Eskel very much not whined. But it was a close call.

"Jaskier wanted to test the new potion." Lambert answered, still staring at Jaskier with a frown.

"And you let him?!"

"I mean, yeah? I knew it was most likely safe this time. And he would have downed it permission or not."

"Jaskier..."

Jaskier stirred at Eskel despairing tone, stood and shook himself before coming over and bumping his head into Eskels leg. And well Eskel wasn't immune to Jaskiers charms even when he was in human form. He knelt down so fast that his kneecaps screamed at him when they made contact with the harsh stone floor. But the pain was worth it for the heavenly feeling of Jaskiers fur under his fingers.

He soon found himself with his arms tight around his newly wolfified companion, nose buried in his friends neck, where the fur was thickest. Jaskier, miraculously, held still except for the tail that continued to thrash at the ground.

"Hey I should have dips on that." Lambert grumbled, but did nothing more than join them on the floor to stroke over Jaskiers back.

They stayed like that for who knew how long. Eskel didn't. He was in heaven. At one point he had gone from kneeling to encircling Jaskier with his legs, tugging him even closer. Lambert had stood again, taking care to fill the potion bottles with the rest of the sludge, painstakingly labelling them for one local idiot extraordinaire.

"What do you think? Will he be able to handle the stairs in this form?"

Jaskier howled at the challenge and Eskel let him go before he would get head butted out of the way. At least Jaskier was more careful now, waiting until both Eskel and Lambert were ready to follow him. He trodded in front of them, confident in his stride and only his ear swiveled back every once in a while to make sure they were still behind him.

It was quite a pleasure to watch him bounce ahead of them, Eskel mused. Jaskier came out to be an elegant animal, all long limbs and lithe grace. He almost reached Eskels waist and was maybe a little too scrawny for his mass. Eskel frowned at the realization. He would need to speak to Geralt about that. Jaskier always shared his plate with him. Maybe they should start encouraging him to finish it himself.

Jaskier considered the steep stairs upward for a long moment before setting a paw on the first stair. Eskel could practically see the cogs in his head turning, trying to figure out the logistics of using four legs on all those raised stones.

Apparently wolves just didn't have the head for stairs. What hadn't faced Jaskier at all in fox form now made his head break. It took him a few tries to make his longer legs work in a way that was efficient enough for the steps.

Lambert made an impressed whistling sound when Jaskier finally managed to bumble up onto the ground floor, which was answered by an excited bark. Eskel smiled at the way their songbird puffed up with pride and bend down to give him a pat.

"Well done. Good boy."

Lambert laughed his ass off, halfway up the stairs and leaning on the wall for support, while Eskel blinked as he realized the sudden position change, lying on the floor with an excited Jaskier licking all over his face.

Well at least he was in an affectionate mood. Eskel doubted he would have been able to restrain himself the way he had when Jaskier had been turned into a fox.

"Yes, yes, your the best, the very best." He continued to encourage, ruffling through Jaskiers fur as his friend made delighted noises and continue to lick and nuzzle, headbutting his jaw every once in a while in his excitement.

"We should give him a snack for his accomplishment." Lambert drawled, having made it to them. Again he knelt down to join them in their impromptu petting session. If they continued on like that the way to the kitchen would take ages.

Jaskier barked enthusiastically and twisted around awkwardly to lick a big, wet stripe across Lamberts face. Eskel chuckled at Lamberts grossed out look, wiping his own face dry.

"Good idea."

Their trip was halted again when they ran into Vesemir in one of the halls, who gave them all a nonplussed look.

"Again?"

"It was deliberate this time." Eskel tried to defend both of his group members, realizing too late that this probably just made things worse.

"Right." Vesemir sounded pretty dead. Or maybe he was just this tired.

Jaskier let out a pitiful whine and robbed over to Vesemir on his belly, nosing at his shoes, before rolling over and gazing up at him with big, blue eyes and laid back ears. With a sigh Vesemir lowered himself to Jaskiers level, reverently stroking through his fur on his head, coaxing the ears to stay upright again. Jaskier flipped back to lay on his stomach, pushing into every touch he was granted.

"Rascal."

Eskel was sure there was more Vesemir wanted to say. He could feel a whole hours long lecture building up in the halted breaths his former mentor took. But their foster father didn't say a word more, just gazed thoughtfully at the wolf laying at his feet, methodically combing through the thick fur in slow, rhythmical strokes.

"We were going to the kitchen." Lambert broke the moment, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "Jaskier got the stairs on his first try."

Vesemir rumbled a pleased sound. "Impressive."

They found Geralt in the kitchen, preparing their lunch. He looked like an old bitter housewife with his white hair pulled in a high bun, bits and pieces standing up here and there, hands on his hips and a scowl drawing his eyebrows close to his smoldering eyes.

"Again."

Jaskier barked, happy and Geralt only had a split second to throw away the wooden spoon to catch his partner when he barreled towards him. Jaskier was harder to handle in this form, bigger and probably heavier. Geralt got an arm under his butt and hindlegs and another around his back as Jaskier settled his front paws over Geralts shoulders and started to deep clean his face.

A short explanation of the situation later had them all lingering in the kitchen, watching Geralt prepare the food, every once in a while throwing the best bits to Jaskier, who caught them without fail every time. There was decidedly less meat in their stew this time around. No one complained.

"It's impressive that you got the animal right on your second try." Eskel patted Lambert on the back as he said that, both of them watching from the sidelines as Geralt and Jaskier played fetch in the courtyard.

"Not the second. Threw about six batches out before that. You'd think the only thing you'd need to get the animal right is some part of its body."

"But magic never quite works like that, does it."

"Nah. You'd know better, right magic boy?"

Eskel hummed, unsure, but Lambert seemed to take that as a yes.

"Thought so."

"Do you think this will change him on a deeper level?"

"Like the trials?"

"Yes."

Lambert shifted. "I don't think so. He's not in pain is he?"

"I guess. The things we took where a bit different... Have you used mutagens at all?"

"Fuck no."

"Maybe I could help out with the next batch a bit? If it doesn't work on us?"

"It doesn't. I took the one meant for us before I gave Jaskier his. Tasted like shit, but other than that it had no effect."

"We'll figure it out together."

Lambert scoffed, a sharp, but fond smile making his teeth peek out from behind his stretched lips. "Just don't want me to get all the credit."

Eskel lifted his hands with a laugh. "You got me."

Whatever Lambert had wanted to reply was lost as Jaskier barreled into him. Geralt had thrown the stick in their direction without them noticing and Jaskier had jumped after it with a single minded focus.

Eskel glanced from Lambert and Jaskier tangled on the ground up to Geralt, who smirked back at him.

A whine drew Eskels attention back to the pair currently on the floor. Jaskier still had the stick in his mouth and was struggling to get back up, which Eskel deemed nay impossible with the way Lambert had slung his arms around him.

"Nope. I've got you now, you'll have to stay. Sorry that's the rules."

Jaskier let go of the of the stick to bark into Lamberts face.

"What was that? You'll have to speak clearer than that."

Eskel shook his head when Jaskier growled at his little brother in warning. "Lambert let him go he's not in the mood."

"Well shit, but I am."

Jaskier huffed, going slack and how a wolf could pout Eskel didn't know (even with the experiences he had been granted with), but Jaskier pulled it off quite nicely.

"Sorry Jaskier, I tried my best."

His friend grumbled at him, not convinced.

Geralt walked over to them, smirk having softened into a fond little smile. He crouched down, but instead of stroking Jaskier like Lambert and Eskel were doing, he patted Lamberts head.

"Hey!"

That and the following huff were the only real efforts to get Geralt to leave him be. And of course they did nothing to deter their brother. The continued touching was begrudgingly accepted.

"Is this what you three call training these days?"

Even Eskel couldn't help the groan joining the other two. So much for their calm afternoon. Jaskier was happy to be let go at least, trodding over to Vesemir, tail wagging.

"Don't look so happy I want to see how you keep up in this form."

That only seemed to make Jaskier more excited. Geralt slumped against Eskel with another quiet groan, Lambert rolling over so he could sprawl across both their laps. Vesemir looked over to them, unimpressed.

"Up you get you lazy lot."

"Can't we do anything else?" Lambert whined. "We've been running around after him for ages!"

"There are enough things to do around the fortress. There's several leaky spots in the west wing. And the Pendulum could use some upkeep if we don't want the thing crashing down on us mid training."

Eskel considered his choices carefully. "I'll take care of the Pendulum."

"I'll help." Geralt offered.

"Fine leave me to the roof will you..." Lambert muttered.

They scrambled up to flee the scene, Eskel only pausing to look back briefly, smiling to see Vesemir and Jaskier staring at each other.

"Guess we'll be the only ones training to today."

Jaskier barked at him.

"Shush with the barking, you're no pup. Howl like an adult."

Eskel shook his head. He nearly felt sorry for Vesemir. The task of getting Jaskier to grow up was a truly challenging one.

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In hindsight, taking on the tasks might have been harder than the actual training would have been. Eskels muscles screamed at him as he wandered into the library, hoping for a bit of respite. What he found there made him stop and stare. There on the couch sat his old mentor, snoring gently. Jaskier was sprawled over the rest of the couch, head and front paws neatly folded on Vesemirs lap, tail thumping the soft cushions underneath him every few heartbeats. Vesemir had one hand on Jaskiers neck, just gently holding on.

Thinking better of it Eskel retreated back into the hallway to give everyone the news. Jaskier probably wouldn't be joining them in the bedroom tonight. He had found a new favourite pillow.

Oh well, if the potion lasted as long as the last one there would always be tomorrow.

#the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #eskel #lambert #herdingwolves #my writing #seraswriting #fanfiction #fluff

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mehiwilldoitlater · 4 years

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Imagine, being a human that have being captive in the most terrible and sadistic group of all galaxies:DJD , and worst of it? They are all infatuated of you! Life for you is a living hell untill one day you finally escape almost by an accident in an escaping pod only to be found by...the Scavengers! Technically they didn’t expect to find a human on that pod, they were sure that maybe a lucky soul found a way to escape them?....but most they didn’t expect to find a human there?! Since when those sick bastard started to have interest on little organics? Well no matter, they had decided to help you on bring you back home!

Misfire: well, he’s the one that had decided to help you, few of them were just nice but not that sure that keep Tarn “songbird” was a good idea, but knowing Misfire he do what he always do, which is the fuck he want! Surprisingly he’s the one that don’t judge you about your race, for some reason the DJD find interest in you and that means that you must be special somehow, right? And seeing you in that poor state remind him of Grimlock, he have no clue in what did you have to endure but it must be realy hard to leave you like that... The first thing he wants is to make you laugh, nothing is better than a good pair of laughter and with him is not an hard task! He became close to the idea of friend, and he’ll do whatever it takes to bring up the crazyness from you! And this means...PAINTBALL IN THE HALLS!

Fulcrum: if we have Misfire on the happy go lucky side, then we have Fulcrum. I really don’t want you on their ship, fight with the urge to drop you somewhere, leave you in ah habitated place and go back to their route! First of all, you’re a human....the pores...so so many pores....and then the simple fact that the DJD will destroy and kill whatever is on their road to bring you back is not the best idea that he could have! On the first days he completely ignores you, avoid your presence at all cost and even talking loud about the imminent danger that you bring on them, he don’t have shame on this subject and the other member even have some fight with him. He’ll take some weeks to notice that you’re not that bad, yes you still have pores, but you’re not that stinky or gross as he imaginated...and you’re so sad. You’re so far away from Tarn but it’s like he’s still there, haunting your mind and he notice it. You’re remembering ...him somehow....he’ll become nice, even start little conversation, starting with apologize with you for his behaviour, talking about his past, your life on earth....he’ll even ask you to watch with him some human movies! In the end Fulcrum will be part of the little trio with you and Misfire...the calm one in some aspects.

Spinister: the thing with Spinister is that he’s not what people say or like he would make them believe that he is. Misfire always told you that he’s dumb, that you’re lucky that he never even shout at you! At at first you’re near to believe him. But Spinistermaybe just play dumb, but his actions speak louder than his words. When you had a panick attack he was the one that know what to do, holding your little body and massaging your back with his digit, when an alarm went on and your mind started to go in autopilot, he was there explaining what were happening and that the DJD weren’t there, when you had a terrible nightmare and start screaming he helped you calming down and taking you back to sleep. Somehow, he know what happened to you and he know what to do, he’s like a really good therapist......he’s not dumb for you now.

Crankcase: in seraching for a parental figure? No? Well, i’m sorry, get ready for old dad vibes, because this is what you’ll get from Crankcase! Did he even saw a little part of your big scars of one of Vos little game? He’ll watch the map, searching for the nearest medical center (in hope they do treat human...). Feeling nostalgic of your home? Country music compilation for hours! Feeling a little down? Why don’t we watch some of those fail compilation where people get really hurt? He’s all cranky and grumpy the first days, but he’ll end up to like you, he even want to teach you hot to drive a ship and how to set a course! Not in case they’ll die if the DJD find you and giving you the chance to ending your journey and go back to earth or Cybertron of course...

Krok: He sympathize with your situation, even if it was different from now he know what means to be that hurt to not be able to grip your life together, and he know he did some mistake for this fault! He genuinely want you back on your feet. Ok you can have fun with Misfire and Grimlock but you’ll need to work too! Look he found those funny seeds on that curious planet that you all visited a few days ago, maybe you can try plant some of those edible fruit? Or maybe why don’t you help him on take care of the ship! There so much thing to do and everybody need to do something! And you are part of the team now!....no please no no don’t cry oh Primus...

Grimlock : ah...you’re being hurt by Tarn too? Oh well, you’re luck, he have decided that from now on he’ll be your body guard! What? You don’t like the little plan that he draws about the idea of burn alive in a pit of lava the DJD? Well he didn’t like knowing that they used electricity on you! It is fairness!

#transformers #mtmte scavengers #misfire #fulcrum #spinister #crankcase #krok #grimlock #imagine

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tiffany-chan123 · 4 years

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For your consideration: The Work of Tiffany-Chan123

So in honour of the fancuries...I decided to try this whole FYC post thing out!

So why the heck not!

While I haven’t been writing any story related stuff mainly due to personal stuff and issues that I won’t really get into. I have been doing a lot of stuff improving on my Kisekae and drawing skills and I have been writing out concepts for Fanseries and even did a few wiki’s for them, I even made myself a backlog to keep track of them all! So without further ado let’s get to the main one I’ve been working on.

(And yes I drew the logo UwU)

Link to the Wiki Info: https://fancureparadise.fandom.com/wiki/Magical_Melody_Precure

This is the one I mainly focused on for the first half of the year, and I’ve even been writing the first episode of this little series. (It could come out early 2021) It’s themed after Idols and has a big element of parodying precure tropes and paying tribute to them with a bit of making fun of Idol anime.

The Cures!

Uta Aikawa / Cure Harmony - A Sweet and energetic girl who’s a bit of an airhead but does try her best and wants to show her talent to the world but she’s a bit insecure. (Her theme colour’s Pink)

Aoba Mizutani / Cure Bubble - The calm student council president at her middle school, she has a reputation for her intelligence though she can be a bit strict, she means well and cares deeply for her job. But she’s a big perfectionist. (Her theme colour’s blue)

Hina “Himawari” Kanemaru / Cure Golden - A bubbly and outgoing girl from Osaka, she’s an up and coming comedian who’s the daughter of a famous fellow comedian and wants to follow in his footsteps, but doesn’t take stuff too seriously. (Her theme colour’s Yellow)

Wakana Tsukishima / Cure Luna - A serious, lonely and aloof rocker, despite her seriousness she is very loyal and passionate about her craft and is very skilled at playing music and secretly likes cute things, but has a chip on her shoulder due to an incident from her past. (Her theme colour’s Purple)

Onpu Matsuno / Cure Note - The sixth ranger of the team. Onpu is a shy and sweet girl who comes from Melodia, she came to the human world to help the precure and to prove that she has a strong heart despite her shyness, she wears swirly glasses mainly but she looks quite dreamy under them. (Her theme colour’s green)

Mascots!

Aria - Smol and cute songbird from Melodia who can be sweet and yet very witty. Clef - A Frog from Melodia who acts as a producer for the group and has big dad vibes.

The villains are quite the interesting bunch with there main goal being to silence the world and make it soundless. With each member having a theme after a genre of music (Jazz, Pop, Metal, and Glam Rock)

Wonderful! Kaitou Precure

This fanseries is actually one I’ve been working on in the second half of the year, and I’m planning on beginning work on the wiki later this month or early January with episode 1 coming out soon after.

It’s themed after Alice in Wonderland and Phantom Thieves (And yes the picture above is the civillian forms of them! SJFDFJDF) and the basic summary is that Wonderland has been taken over by the Queen Of Hearts shortly after the discovery of a grand trove of treasures known as the “merveilles trove” with some of it’s treasures being scattered across Wonderland with a band of magical thieves having to “steal” these treasures before it’s too late.

The Cures

Tomomi Omoida / Cure Secret - A Curious and yet slightly sophisticated girl who wants to be an author someday, she’s leisurely optimistic and energetic without being full blown wild, and though she can be a bit of control freak, she means well and tends to keep secrets. (Her theme colour’s Pink)

Shizuka Goishi / Cure Jewel - A quiet, level headed and often emotionless girl she is kind and has a love for kabuki theatre and insects and weirdly tends to like very colourful out there clothing, she also likes volunteering for things and is really good with kids. (Her theme colour’s blue)

Kasumi Kagami / Cure Mirror - A popular girl at school who is also a young Magician, she really likes keeping secrets and is proud of the attention she gets at school, though she can be a bit prideful and pompous, she does like planning surprises for people and wants to become big. (Her theme colour’s Yellow)

Noriko Yaku / Cure Phantom - The slightly tomboyish daughter of a police man, she is willing to follow the rules but isn’t afraid to stand up for what she believes in. She is also a member of the track team at her school but she tends to be a bit lazy and is dangerous when she loses her temper. (Her theme colour’s Purple)

Sachie Nijibayashi / Cure Wonder - The sixth ranger of the team, she is a wild and crazy girl from Wonderland with a love for throwing parties and making people happy and has a sweet tooth, however she can say some pretty random and out there things but has a clever side to her but doesn’t take stuff seriously...She’s also the Mad Hatter’s daughter. (Her theme colour’s white and rainbow)

The Mascots are a white rabbit (Heh heh...) named “Shirosagi” who likes keeping things on time and schedule and tends to overthink things but is quite fastidious despite the anxiousness. And “Dororai” a crafty and troublemaking raccoon who does have a sweet and helpful side to her and surprisingly likes being clean.

The Villains are essentially the court of the Queen of Hearts alongside the Cheshire cat who is quite the crafty lad. Other than the Cheshire cat, the King of Hearts, the Knave (Who is called Jack) and the Tweedles make up this band of mean ladies and men. For more info on this little series (And other fanseries I have basic plans for) Please check out my backlog: The Link!

#tiffy talks #precure #pretty cure #precure fanseries #fancuries #Fancuries fyc

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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 years

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Not a Joke

In a way, this is kind of a self-indulgent thing. That and there seems to be a serious lack of chubby reader here. That or I just can’t seem to find many. Some angst with a fluff end. Mild swearing.

Also, happy birthday to my favorite loud man! God, I love him

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The joke has been around for a while. Having hopes up twice was normal, but after the fifth time, it became tiring. Who knew so many people kept getting dared to date me, then just stand me up if I say yes. That’s why now, I’m not taking a certain teacher here seriously. How many times has he proclaimed it over his radio show, and in the school? I don’t know who dared him to, but it must be something drastic if he loses since recently he’s been more persistent. Either that, or he’s losing his patience over the last month. I’m losing my patience myself. I’m tired of this game of “love confession”.

What makes it worse is I overheard one or two students saying how they’ve been writing fanfics of the drama between the Art teacher and English teacher. A few others piping up how they ship it, and teaming up to try making it real. Much to their displeasure, the attempts never helped. Shouta was surprisingly amused by the events. It might be from the distress his best friend ends up in. He knows what guys have done and has actually hurt more than one man who faked in dating me. He’s like a big brother.

I’m resting in Shouta's classroom after coming in and helping the students. That and he doesn't mind me coming in to help them stay under control. They left as soon as the bell rang.

It didn't take long for the door to slam open and in trot Hizashi. "Great to see ya again, Songbird!" Again with the nicknames. The painful twinge in my chest came back.

Please, just stop this already. I can't get my hopes up again. It hurts. His loud entrance woke up Shouta. He realized who it was, rolled his eyes, and laid back down, almost immediately falling back asleep. Damn it Shouta! Wake up and help me! I went to wake him, but a certain someone lunging onto my back prevented it. The force almost knocked me over. It doesn’t help he somehow made himself wrap his legs and arms around me tightly.

I hate myself more for the yearning that screamed through me that liked it and didn’t want him to let go. It felt so nice to finally have some kind of contact. I knew he had to get off before I caved. All it took was a harsh pinch to one of his arms that made him let go and fall to the floor with a comical “thump”. He quickly brushed it off and stood up. “Extra feisty today, eh Songbird?”

Well yeah, he hasn’t done that before. Sure a frequent arm slung around my shoulders or the rare “friendly” arm lock as we walked somewhere. My body screams and begs for more contact every time. I quickly grew disgusted by myself for this craving. I look over to see Shouta was awake with one eye open. There was slight amusement in it. I glared at him as he did nothing to help. Hizashi was still looking at me in a rather loving way. When did this guy have time for acting!? “I don’t know how you do it Songbird, but you’re getting more beautiful by the day!” (Why did writing this low-key make me cringe?) I rolled my eyes at the cheesy line. He tried to loop his arm around my right, but I moved to the side just in time for him to miss. Disappointment covered his face. He quickly went back to smiling and talked a bit to Shouta and me before leaving.

Shouta had only one of his eyes open again. “When are you two going to get together? I’m rather tired of dealing with the two of you being the talk amongst the class.”

I shook my head. “You know it’s not going to happen. I just… can’t Shouta. I’ve had my hopes up so many times only to be crushed time and time again.”

“Give him a chance. He seems serious about it.” Just imagining it made icy claws dig through my chest. Yet, there was also a burning desire flowing through making it a war of fire and ice in my own body. “No. I’m sorry, I just can’t take it again.” I refused to look at him. He sat up a bit, and his steely gaze pierced through me. “There will always be heartbreak in life. You can’t let that be the thing that stops you. You just have to keep going until you find the right one.”

I looked at him bewildered. “Since when were you the one wise with romance?” He shrugged. “I’m not.” He then went back to sleep. Looking at the clock, the students will be released from lunch soon.

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A few days later, it was noticeable he was trying less than before. The yearning for his touch returned. I was feeling conflicted about it. Even the kids were less adamant about it. Walking back to my classroom, I heard a conversation between Yagi and Hizashi.

“I’m getting tired of it! My precious Songbird has been denying me the whole time!”

“Maybe get them to visit your home? They could be scared to admit it in public?” He sounded rather unsure himself, and maybe even slightly uncomfortable. “I’ve TRIED that! Hugging them in a room alone, confessing multiple times, and so on! I just don’t get why they’re so afraid of it!”

“It could be something with others dared to date them? I’ve heard it’s happened a lot more than once.”

“WHAT!?” Hizashi screeched. I decided to barge into their conversation before Yagi slips other things. “You guys okay? I heard Hizashi yell.” Hizashi looked like he was unsure whether to be sad or frustrated. It was rather hard to tell with his glasses. “Songbird! So good to see ya again!”

“We just talked yesterday…”

“That’s too long dear!” He went to hug me again but stopped himself. Yagi noped himself out of the odd feeling rising between the two of us. I wanted to escape the uneasy feeling as well and started on my way to class. I was stopped by a gentle grip on my wrist. "Songbird? This may be a little sudden, but would ya like to visit my home on Sunday? Ya can even bring someone if that's better!" He sounded like he was hopeful, and my guess it was to not bring someone.

I thought about it. He wouldn't try anything too serious, would he? He hasn't really been forceful in any way. After another moment of deciding, I nodded. His face went into one of the biggest smiles I've seen since knowing him. “Great! See ya in the afternoon!” He cheerfully ran off.

It didn’t take long for the others to know with the smiles on their faces. Hell, even Shouta had a smirk on his face when I visited him. “L/N-sensei! Are you finally together with Yamada-sensei yet?” Ashido asked when it was only her and a few others in my Art class.

I wag my finger at her. “Now, now Ashido! That’s a private matter!” My teasing tone made her giggle. “All of you go and have some fun. Staying young doesn’t last forever!” The girls nodded and left. All the guys booked it as soon as the bell rang. Well, except Midoriya. He wants to be able to draw better for easier study of quirks. That child is dangerously smart when it comes to learning quirks.

I closed and locked my classroom while letting the thought of visiting Hizashi the day after tomorrow fill my head. It was worrisome, but there’s also a small part of me that’s excited.

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I didn’t even have to knock on the door for Hizashi to excitedly open it. He was in rather casual clothes of a black tank top and light green shorts. It’s so odd to see him not in his hero outfit. Same thing for his hair being fully down. He greeted me with a quick hug. He brought me into the living room to sit on the couch. He plopped down next to me and seemed to be concerned whether or not to move closer. Now that he doesn’t have those glasses, it’s easy to tell his eyes show a more saddened glint.

To say it seemed awkward between us was an understatement. We sat in silence and the silence brought conflict in my mind. I was starting to regret coming over. “Songbird? Would ya mind if I asked something a little personal?” I’ve never seen him try to be so cautious about a conversation.

“Sure?” It came out more like a question. “Why do ya keep pushin’ me away? It always seems like you’re afraid to love.”

I looked away. “Because I am. I can’t love. I refuse to, no matter the craving for it.”

His frown deepened like he knew, but hoped he was wrong. He must have dragged more out of Yagi. That means he must know, but he still has the gall to ask me about it!?

“It can’t always be that way. Why are you so scared of it? I just want-”

“Because it’s always a fucking trick! Nothing but a joke! Always bringing my hopes up, only to be broken down just because of how I look! Always telling me maybe if I was thinner that maybe it would work out!” I glare at him. “I’m done. Whether or not it’s real, I’m no longer taking a chance!”

He slowly got closer. “They don’t know what they’re missin’ then.” I put a hand on his chest to prevent him moving any closer to me. “That’s what they always say! They always say they’ll stay! They always ask what they can do to make me trust them, then they turn around the next day and say it won’t work out!”

“They don’t deserve someone like ya then. A person should be loved for how that person is, not for their look! I don’t care how many times I’ll have to tell ya, I love you, and no one has dared me to bring your heart pain,” He didn’t move his body closer, but he did bring his hands up to cradle the sides of my face. It brought such a warm feeling to my chest I felt like crying. “I don’t care how cheesy it is either, you mean everything to me, Songbird. I can’t handle being without ya. Please, at least give this loud man a chance.”

I cried. It quickly turned to an almost sobbing sound. He was so genuine it was hard not to believe. I hugged him tightly. It didn’t even take the blink of an eye for him to return it. “Shh little Songbird. Take all the time ya need. I’m not going anywhere.”

#present mic #x chubby reader #x reader #bnha #mha #hizashi yamada

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nuage-s-den · 5 years

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Have you ever heard “for you” by tonight alive? it’s pretty sappy, but it has such strong birdflash vibes “for you I would fly without wings/and for you I would run like the sun chases the moon”

I must admit, this is the first piece I’ve written that feels fluid for a long time. Thank you for sending me a song, it is a lovely one (definitely screams Birdflash, haha!). For everyone else who’s sent a request, I swear I am still slowly working on them, and I promise you’ll get a little something as well. :)

Birdflash drabble #4 - A little more than best friends

No warnings aside from the risk of cavities… Ah, and no beta’d and written by a messy non-English writer hahaha.

It started as a simple conversation, a simple idea Donna threw in the air and that the team picked on. With the summer holiday coming to an end and the first day of school approaching fast, the five friends decided to have one last evening of fun before getting dragged back to the dull yet stressful routine that came with every Septembers. Sitting at the terrace of their favourite cafe, each shared their desires. Garth suggested going to the lake now that most tourists were gone, Roy was fine with anything as long as he could bring his itty bitty daughter. Wally wasn’t very picky, unlike when they organized outings that were related to restaurants. Dick mentioned wanting to make a bond fire, and Donna only wanted to go someplace where she could expand her portfolio by taking pictures of the scenery.

“Alright so let me just summarize what we have so far.” She had kept track of everyone’s wishes by scribbling down on a napkin. “We are looking to go somewhere with a place to swim, somewhere that’s safe for little Lian and where it is okay to make a fire.” Her friends nodded.

“Wally doesn’t care as long as we bring enough food for his bottomless stomach.” Dick, the youngest of the team, snickered before he and his best friend began a playful “poke war.”

Donna gently tapped her bottom lip with the end of her pen as she thought of a place that could satisfy everyone. "Oh.“ Her eyes light up. “How about we go to the Moonstone river? I went there once with my photography class. Granted, it is a bit of a treck to get there, but it fits pretty much everyone’s request. And we could camp for the night.” Donna watched as her friends thought about it and seemed to agree on her proposal. With a smile, she announced: “Then it’s decided! We will meet early on Thursday and spend the night there.” Each rose their drink and cheered.

It was already sunny when the group met at the entrance of the provincial park. Dick was the first on sight when Donna and Garth arrived. Roy followed shortly; his daughter held his hand and hopped as she played imaginary hopscotch. As always, Wally was the last one to get there and was shy of being half an hour late. Funnily enough, Lian was the one to scold him for taking so long.

The walk up to the river took the group two hours to complete, which was relatively fast seeing how often they had to stop either because Donna argued she wouldn’t forgive them if they didn’t let her take that one perfect shot of birds and wildflowers, or to entertain the toddler who occasionally got tired of walking. With Lian riding his back, Wally became her private “horsey” and was ordered to run up the slope as fast as he could.

“You’re slow, West.” Of course, Dick had to tease him. And of course, Wally took it as a challenge. The two began to walk with long strides, teasing the other when one gained some distance. The rest of the group watched them hurry, shaking their heads as they were used to their silly shenanigans. Once they reached the top, Wally and Dick were out of breath with Wally sitting down and Dick leaning on his knees.

As expected, the provincial park’s river was beautiful. The water trickled down the rocks and reflected the sun; it was surprisingly not too cold to the touch. A few people had already claimed some spots around the water, but it was relatively calm, and the group didn’t have trouble finding their perfect place to camp. Putting their backpacks down, Garth and Wally hurriedly undressed and jumped into the water with Wally immediately regretting it. “It’s cold!”Meanwhile, Roy helped his daughter take out her clothes and gently applied sunscreen to her sensitive skin. The young father talked with his child, a relaxed and fond look softening his face. Dick watched them from afar, smiling and remembering how his father used to speak to him with a similar expression before passing away. At the same time, Donna was already taking pictures of everyone. She always said that the best photos were taken au naturel. A big, wet golden retriever whose smile could melt the iciest hearts ran up to her to greet her while ignoring his owner’s calls.

“A puppy!” Not even after a blink, Wally was next to her on the floor and hugging, kissing the wet dog. “Who’s a good boy? What’s your name? Where do you come from? Are you having fun?” He talked with a high pitch voice which caused the dog to wag its tail even harder. “Donna! Donna! You better immortalize this beautiful creature with your super photographing skills!” Ah yes, Wally sure loved dogs. But his canine friend noticed someone else and without a goodbye, ran past him to jump on another unexpected victim. Dick was halfway into the water, showing off his ricochet skills to Lian, when the golden retriever jumped next to him, making a splash big enough to soak him entirely. There was a couple of laughs as the teenager’s cheeks turned a little pink.

When the evening came, the sun began its journey to the west, leaving the sky like a palette of pink and blue. Most of the people had left earlier, and eventually, the team had to say goodbye to Mr. Snufflekins the golden retriever who had “helped” them collect enough wood to start their fire. Once it was big enough, the five friends began to prepare their meal: hot dogs cooked over the fire and roasted marshmallows. Because most of them had a competitive nature, they decided to make the marshmallow prepping a contest; the person who made a marshmallow with a delicate crust on the outside, but still soft in the inside would be crowned king or queen of the fire. And because the truth always comes out of a children’s mouth, Lian was designed as the judge for the contest. Carefully, she took a bite of each marshmallow, looking as if she was degusting them with the taste bud of a real chef. Finally, she proclaimed her overly burnt entry as the winner and no one dared challenge her choice. Laughter and horrible singing attempts filled the silence of the night. Garth was the first one to fall asleep, hugging an empty backpack and a kid playing with his hair. Wally dared Roy to draw on his face but was disappointed when he learned of the lack of marker.

When dawn came, Dick was still awake. Sitting with his arms loosely hugging his knees, he watched as the moon and the stars shared the sky with the rising sun. The trickle of the river along with the melody of the songbirds made everything so peaceful. Most of his friends were still asleep, having consumed too much food, energy and, yes, a couple of beers. Someone sat next to him, yawning loudly and stretching. “What are you doing up so early? I thought you were a night owl?” Wally asked as he followed the younger man’s gaze.

“And miss this?” Dick grinned, listening as Wally hummed next to him. They remained like this for a while, comfortable with the silence that settled between them.

“You know, I think I might have a little too much to drink yesterday.”

Wally turned his head toward his best friend. There was a slight tint of pink on his face. “Yeah?” Dick’s smile was soft, and Wally felt as if his blue eyes had captured the stars and the moon for they were shining with something magical. Wally felt drawn to him; his hand moved to gently cup his best friend’s cheek without him realizing. Dick’s skin felt cool to the touch, and Wally could feel him accept the touch as he pressed against his palm. Something was happening, he told himself. There was a spark in his eyes, a zing in his heart. It was just like any cliche movies described it, and Wally wondered if Dick was feeling the same thing.

As if Nature was encouraging him, Wally leaned a little closer as the breeze gently pushed his back. There was a moment of hesitation as if neither boys knew what they were doing. “Dude, can I…” Wally started. For once he felt at a loss of words. Dick’s hand rested over his as he nodded. Shortly after, their lips were sealed, and their arms moved so they could embrace each other tenderly. The moment only lasted for seconds, but to them, it felt like a lifetime.

“I guess that makes us something a little more than best friends,” Dick said, his voice a little unsure. Wally gently lowered him to the ground, holding him as if he was a porcelain doll who could break with any sudden movement.

“Who said we can’t be best friends and something a little more?”

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I've gone on record stating that Gen 3 is not my favorite, and I stand by that. I think Team Aqua/Magma had a lot to do with that, being far less interesting than they should have been. As much as we mock IGN for it, the fact that the latter third of the game is a bunch of surf routes with the same Pokemon over and over is also frustrating. Also, since I'm in the middle of playing the remakes of ORAS, I find it really frustrating the things that they changed, with my biggest gripe being that I wish my rival would go away forever. That said, the Pokedex itself has always been something I appreciated. A lot of my favorites came from Gen 3, so I tended to remember the Pokemon in the region fondly, even if the region wasn't my favorite.

TOP 15: 15) Mightyena line - There was so much competition for this slot, it's ridiculous. Ultimately though, I have to give it to Mightyena and its pre-evolution, Poochyena. Both have great designs, but the thing that stood out to me most was that, in the early game, we were given a Dark type. That's really atypical! Usually you go through the normal types, the Flying types, and the bugs, until after the first gym. But Gen 3? You got things like Mightyena right away; it wasn't even rare! Combined with things like Seedot/Lotad and Ralts, you had some interesting types going into the first gym. Mightyena is a great starting point for introducing how unique Gen 3 and its Pokedex are, and I think it stands out a lot because of it.

14) Nosepass - Imagine being a kid who had faced Brock back in gen 1. Imagine again that you started with Red and Blue, and didn't pick Charmander. Odds are, you blasted through him without a second thought. Literally no issue. Now, imagine going to Roxanne, blasting through her Geodude like they're nothing, and then encountering Nosepass, who can tank those Grass and Water hits just fine, and hits pretty hard for early game. Nosepass is awesome. It's a fantastic tank, who can take all sorts of hits in that early game. While it doesn't hit particularly hard later on, its main draw is as a wall among walls, with great support options. The concept of basically being a walking easter island head statue is also comical. It looks funny, but it's adorable too, making for a fantastic overall Pokemon.

13) Absol - This is a Pokemon that gets a lot of favoritism based on aesthetics. It's a sleek and pretty Pokemon, but also has a great role. It tells of impending disasters, and is a fun but short-lived character in Red Rescue Team as well. I really like Absol, and just wish it could be a bit faster so it could have a solid competitive niche.

12) Aggron line - We've had big bipedal rock monsters before, like Rhydon and Tyranitar. But Aggron is just a different kind of cool. Its sleek metal plating and terrifying design are fantastic. The fact that it starts out as the cute little Aron only helps add to its charms. Best of all, you get it super early game. Rhydon was surprisingly late-game, and Tyranitar was literally only attainable when you had nothing left to do. But Aggron? You can run one the whole game. I love the ability to do that.

11) Metagross - YEAH! Metagross is a beast, and a strong contender for my favorite pseudo-legend. It's literally a walking tank, with the glorious Steel/Psychic typing. It had one of the few Steel moves in the game that was actually useful, and back before the nerf, Steel covered all of Psychic type's weaknesses, making it a defensive and offensive nightmare. I love the entire concept behind this behemoth, too. It's a walking robot monster, whose evolution is basically just it gaining more legs until it becomes Omega Weapon.

10) Breloom - I'll get to a similar case later, but Breloom is a favorite based on typing. Grass/Fighting was unreal at the time, and it did super well for itself. Plus it's just cute. A tiny little punching mushroom child, with stubby little arms that apparently shoot out to hit really hard. It's a quirky concept with a fun design, and I adore it. Plus, Spore with the abilities it would later get made it a surprisingly brutal enemy to face.

9) Roselia - IT'S SO PRETTY! Such a gorgeous Pokemon. Grass/Poison was pretty overdone, even at this point, but I just loved the appearance of it.

8) Swampert line - Dual-type starters, at this point, were still relatively rare. Venusaur had Grass/Poison, but so did every Grass type in gen 1 barring Tangela. Charizard had Fire/Flying, but the fact it wasn't Dragon is stupid. Gen 3 introduced new dual-types for starters, and one great one is Water/Ground with Swampert. While the combination had been done before with Quagsire, Swampert offered far better overall bulk and damage output, on top of its excellent typing. It's also goofy-looking, but in a really charming way. It's just so loveable, and every evolution retains that cute look.

7) Flygon - Flygon is just cute to me. It looks like such a friend. Being a Pokemon that exists in the sandstorm-focused desert area was also cool. I really liked that there was an entire region dedicated just to the new weather effect. Shame that Sandstorm was such a pain in the ass, but it's a really cool area!

6) Altaria - Altaria is so pretty. Just a fluffy cotton ball bird...dragon. It's apparently more of a songbird, too, which is just heavenly. It also got a great mega evolution, receiving Dragon/Fairy typing, which is hilarious and excellent.

5) Latias - I'm guessing this run of Dragons is proving I really like the soft, friendly dragons over the big intimidating ones that actually do well, huh? Dragon/Psychic was, at this point, the coolest typing I had ever heard of. But what's cooler than that? How about a super adorable Dragon/Psychic type. Oh, what's this? It gets a hold item that boosts special attack and special defense 50%? That's ridiculous, I love it. Latias is the more defensive option of the two, which I always felt was better if you factor in hold item. The added defensive bulk is going to matter more than slightly more physical offense from their perspective. Of course, Latios having much better special attack is ultimately better in competitive, but Latias still has her use, and is super cute.

4) Blaziken line - Remember when Fire/Fighting was a novel type? Remember when its introduction was a kick-boxing chicken creature? Those were the days. Torchic is one of the cutest starters, and its final evolution is surprisingly still an elegant design. It was such a cool idea, and I love that Hidden Abilities brought it back to the top.

3) Mawile - It's such a cute little creature. Cute and terrifying, and excellent combination for sure. It's a shame that Mawile ultimately was a forgettable Steel type in terms of competitive use, but the acquisition of Fairy type and the best mega really helped it out on that front, too. So I guess it's basically perfect? Sounds about right.

2) Milotic - I never caught one in gen 3. Not fairly, anyway. I could never figure out how to get Feebas to show up. In fact, I don't think I've ever captured a Feebas. I've always traded for it. It's just so hard to find. But man, is the final form ever beautiful. It's such a gorgeous Pokemon, and an excellent tank to boot. Everything about Milotic is wonderful.

1) Gardevoir line - Don't you judge me. We all knew this would happen. If you read anything in this post or the ones before it, you know elegant and cute are the biggest draws for me. Gardevoir is both. It's also a Psychic type, so bonus points there. Also, as mentioned in the Mightyena entry, it's super early-game. Rare, sure, but you can have a Psychic type from nearly the very start of the game. I love Gardevoir so much, it's definitely an all-time favorite, and it should come as no surprise that it winds up being the favorite from this generation.

BOTTOM 10: 10) Pelipper - I like Pelipper. Its reason for being here is that so many Gen 3 Pokemon are great, it just doesn't stand out as much as the others. I have literally no complaints, I just locked myself into "it has to be 10" and here we are.

9) Huntail - Same as above, it just doesn't hold as much aesthetic appeal.

8) Seviper - If there's anything I actually dislike here, it's just that it's pure-Poison type. We had a Poison snake already. I would've liked to see a different typing added in. Poison/Dark at this phase of the game would've been amazing.

7) Zangoose - Still good, but it loses points based on my frustrations with Pokemon Coliseum.

6) Glalie - Getting closer to legitimate frustrations, Glalie is here because its design doesn't captivate. Snorunt is cute, but it evolves into an angry face in a block of ice. Not exactly all that interesting.

5) Volbeat - Did nothing legitimately wrong, but I am upset that Volbeat gets a lot of nice and unique tools that Illumise does not. I like Illumise. I think its color scheme is a lot better. But Volbeat gets the nice tools, so whatever I guess.

4) Ninjask - Please stop speed boosting, I am begging you. You do nothing else but Swords Dance, Speed Boost and Baton Pass, please do something else.

3) Slaking - Okay, actual legitimate complaints. Slaking's problem is it goes backwards. Vigoroth was a nightmare to face, and I have a friend who stated that facing Norman's was the reason he started to respect Normal types as something other than early-game fodder. But Slaking? It re-acquires Truant, which is an awful ability by any standard, and requires very specific team support, on Doubles only, to mitigate. Anyone who sees Slaking knows exactly what will happen, and is probably more than prepared to shut it down. It's a nice design, and a nice concept, but it's been so ruined by the ability it is burdened with that it's virtually unusable.

2) Plusle/Minun - Possibly less legitimate complaint, but I feel more strongly about it. Plusle and Minun are cute and have solid designs, but their great sin is being Pikachu clones for the new area, kicking off the trend of needing an electric rodent in every area. Worse, they do not evolve, offer little in the way of any competitive value, and existed to show off the introduction to Double Battles with their unique abilities and access to Helping Hand. Beyond this, they offer very little, and are the reason we have to always have a new electric rodent that ultimately winds up having no competitive niche.

1) Grumpig - Literally the only one on this list I dislike. Spoink is cute, and Grumpig is...not. It just looks irritable and not all that friendly by comparison. It's also nothing too impressive competitively, and offers little in the way of uniqueness, losing the quirk of constantly bouncing around like Spoink did to...just be grumpy. It's a Pokemon I might like more on its own, but as an evolution of Spoink it doesn't seem as interesting.

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