#do not kneel to the ruling class' games!!

[dykemom]

holy shit. there is no WAY I just saw a 'vote blue no matter who' post on my dash. you want me to actively vote for genocide??????? jesus christ

[machetegirl109]

Synopsis: After spending the whole Bible study daydreaming of Abby, she finally makes your fantasies come true. *inspiration: vacation bible school by ayesha erotica*

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, F/F, modern!AU, suggestive and offensive language, religion, abby&reader are 18, smut, angst, switch!abby&reader, dom!abby, sub!reader, thigh riding, fingering(r&a!receiving), oral(a!receiving), no aftercare, mean!abby x reader

important info about my stories here

©machetegirl109 (credits to VBS by ayesha erotica that inspired me to write this) DO NOT copy/steal my work OR post it on any platforms

Word Count: 2.6k+

Oneshot: Vacation Bible School

❝︎and like every other shitty love story

you came and went❞︎

Church camp happens every year during the summer. It lasts for a week; during this time, you live together in cabins, explore the outdoors, and dine in community, all while learning about religion.

You’ve been taking part in attending ever since you were a little kid. The campgrounds are filled with kids, teens, and young adults. The VBS director would be supervising the assisting staff that consisted of other members of the Christian church, where they were divided into group leaders, an audio/video coordinator, music director, Bible story tellers, game leaders, craft supervisors, and kitchen staff.

This year would be the last summer camp trip for you and the other 18 year-olds before you all start college.

Every year you’d be eager for the summertime, wanting nothing more than to arrive at the huge campsite with lots of green space, bushes and trees, picnic tables and a bonfire. Paths that led to the big main cabin where indoor activities and supper were held, another that led to multiple smaller cabins scattered around a secluded area with some portable wooden toilets by the end of the trail and finally a path that led to the forest where a beautiful river was at as well as a hiking trail.

Although you did enjoy being surrounded by the calming nature and your fellow church peers, what made you anxiously wait for the one week vacation every year was her. Abby Anderson. You two met years ago when you were kids, having to spend the days around each other as you two learned about Jesus and his rules. You and the blonde girl quickly became friends; however you never spoke to each other outside the camping grounds. In day-to-day life, you would only admire her from a distance. Whether it was on the Sunday evening services, or at the school; you paid attention to Abby’s movement as she kneeled to pray, or when she talked to those around her.

Something about her made your hands shake with nervousness, your heart skipped beats just by the thought of her so, so pretty eyes and her strong arms—

“What do you say, miss Y/N?” The pastor interrupts your thoughts and you move your eyes from Abby who’s sitting in front of you to his direction.

“I’m sorry, pastor. What was the question again?”

“What is the message in Ephesians 5:3?” He asks again and your peers, who are seated in a chair circle as the pastor stands in the middle, turn their heads towards you as they all wait for an answer.

“Uh, I… I don’t know…I’m sorry.” You shamefully look at your hands down on lap.

“That is okay, Y/N. We are all here to learn, isn't that right kids?” They all move their heads up and down, agreeing with the pastor. “Can anyone tell me what is the message in Ephesians 5:3?”

“I can.” One of the students complied.

“Yes, Abigail. Go ahead.” As soon as he calls out her name, your head shots up and you’re looking at the girl in front of you again. She clears her throat and before she begins to speak, her eyes meet yours.

“But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be onced named among you, as becometh saints;” Abby concludes, her blue eyes never leaving yours. Soon, the priest thanks her for the answer, proceeding with his class and the blonde gives you a small smile. She manspreads on her chair and you feel the blood pump faster into your veins as your body grows hot.

Abby is wearing a white tank top that exposes her strong muscles, black skinny jeans with a heavy-looking belt as well as a pair of black chuck taylor’s. You can’t help but wonder how she would look on top of you, with her blonde hair forming a curtain around your head and her big hands roaming through your body.

After spending the rest of the Bible study distracted staring at the pretty blonde across from you, the class comes to an end. “Alright,kids, that will be all for today. Go ahead and enjoy your last day here and make sure to be ready to attend the bonfire tonight!” The priest leaves the open room located inside the main cabin and soon the students follow behind. Each leaving at their own pace as they conversate with their friends. You look around you and notice Abby is still seated in her chair, like you. She smirks before standing up, making her way to you.

“You seemed a bit distracted. Anything interesting in your mind?” Abby reaches her hand out for you to hold as you leave your chair.

“Oh, nothing, it’s stupid. “ You smile shyly and hold onto her, who soon drops your hand after helping you up. She hums in response as she licks her lips and points her head towards the door, hinting you to follow her as she begins to walk.

“Well, now I need to know what stupid thing you were possibly thinking about while you stared at me the whole study.” You hide your face in your palms, cringing at how you shamelessly looked at her during the class.

“Sorry…” You muffle through your hands before dropping them to your sides again. “I didn’t mean to stare.” Abby lets out a small laugh at your reaction, loving the way you get so shy around her. You two keep walking until you reach the path that led to the area where many small cabins were scattered around.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” She quickly scans the area around, checking to see if anyone can see or hear the two of you. “I think I already know what you were thinking about, though.” Her eyes drop to your plump lips and your throat goes dry.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play dumb and Abby chuckles.

“Hm. I think we were both thinking about the same stupid things.” She raises her hand to your cheek, lightly massaging the pad of her thumb onto your soft skin and then pushing it down to your bottom lip. You feel as if your heart dropped to your core as heat and pulse grows inside your panties. Her hand teasingly grips your neck before she drops it and takes one of your hands into hers, guiding two walk towards the portable wood toilets by the end of the trail.

She looks around once again, checking for people and opens the door as she rushly gets in, pulling you with her and shutting the door closed. Your back presses into the wood as one of her hands pushes you against the wall by the neck. Abby’s blue eyes turned a shade darker, desired in them as she placed her knee between your legs, earning a small moan from you.

“You’ve been watching me the whole week,” She says as her free hand creeps under the hem of your shirt, fingers lightly tingling the skin of your stomach. “But I’ve been watching you too.” She palms your left breast harshly, flicking her calloused finger on your nipple and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “You know the expression you make when you stare at me?”

You stay silent and her grip around your neck tightens.

“When I ask something, you answer.” Abby says softly and removes her hand from your chest, sliding it down to the side of your hips, carving her short nails into your skin as she moves you to grind against her hard thigh; making you bite your lips as you feel your clothed cunt rub deliciously against the material of her jeans. “Answer me, Y/N.”

“I-I don’t know, Abby…”

“You stare at me with this really pathetic expression on your face,” The lights inside the small compartment die down suddenly before turning back on – And as you look at Abby again, a shit-eating grin appear on her pretty lips.

“The expression of someone who just really wants me to fuck them stupid.” You snake your arms around her neck and she lets go of yours, now hugging your waist as she guides your movements. “Do you want me to fuck you stupid?” Abby whispers in your ear with a rough voice.

“Yes-Yes, Abby. Ple-please.” You ask as you hide your face onto her neck, her pinewood scent filling your nostrils and you moan into her skin. Your hot breath hits against her neck and Abby feels your arousal mark a spot on her pants. A soft blush runs over her soft freckled face and her boxers start to feel heavy by her own wetness.

“Please what, angel?”

“Ple-please fuck me, Abby.” You remove your head from its previous position and forcefully grabs the back of her hair, pulling her face towards yours as your lips smack together. Abby bites and pulls onto your bottom lip and soon her tongue sneaks into your mouth, making the kiss become more heated and sloppy. She hugs your waist tighter. “I want you,” You say in between the kisses. “Jus-just fuck me already, ple-please.”

Abby lets out a moan by hearing your pleas and holds your hips still as she lower her lips to your neck. She nibbles and licks at your skin and you let out heavy breaths and pleasure filled moans. She moves one of her hands to your exposed thigh due your skirt riding up, and she slowly slides it closer and closer to your heat as she caresses your hot skin. Soon enough she cups your pussy through your dripping wet panties, the feeling of her warm hand sends a wave of electricity through your body and you moan her name out.

“I've been wanting to do this all week,” Abby confesses. She slowly drags your panties to the side and runs two fingers up your slick, collecting the liquid of your excitement. “Fuck… You’re so fucking wet for me. So ready for me, baby.” She gives you a quick and soft peck on the lips and suddenly thrusts her ring and middle finger inside your weeping cunt.

“Ah ah ah Abby!” You moan as you feel her fingers filling you. Abby begins to move her fingers in-and-out of you, starting off slow and soon she picks up the pace, pumping them fast and with precision inside you. You rock your hips, following her fingers' pace, causing your clit to deliciously and harshly rub against the palm of her hand. “Fuck Abby,,, you're–ahh fucking me so good…”

Abby lets out a quiet laugh and leans in for another messy kiss, saliva dripping off of both your chins as you make out. She soon fingers into you deeper than before, the tip of her fingers meeting that spongy spot inside you. She presses onto it and you rub your clit harder into her palm. You break the kiss, lips swollen for the biting and sucking.

“I'm gon-gonna cum,”

“I'm here, angel. Cum for me, baby.” Soon something inside you snaps and you feel your body shake as a pleasure washes over you.

“Such a good fucking girl, making a mess all over my hand.” Abby helps you ride out your high, her hand and leg drenched from you as she carefully removes her fingers from your sensitive cunt, letting out a hiccup once you feel empty again. You attempt to catch your breath, chest rising up and down rapidly as you both look at eachother. You hold her hand towards your mouth, cleaning her sticky fingers from your orgasm and she opens a small smile.

“You're so hot,” Abby says giving you one more kiss before removing her leg from in between yours.”So fuckin’ dirty for me.” You kiss her back, pulling at her bottom lip and asking for tongue passage which she happily obliged to. Pushing Abby against the wall, your hands fall to her hips, undoing her white studded belt and letting it fall to the ground. “You're gonna make me feel good, Angel?” She smirks upon seeing a naughty look on your face and you nod.

“Yeah, Abby, I'll make you feel so good…” You kiss her lips and neck one last time before you move towards her breasts and stomach. When you reach her crotch, you shamelessly rub your face against it, causing her to gasp and moan as she forces you onto the floor by your shoulders.

Abby helps you unbutton her pants and you bring them down along with her boxers as you kneel in front of her, the smell of her pussy makes your mouth water. She frees one of her ankles from the clothes, propping her leg over your shoulder and you snake your arm around her tight to keep her secure. She looks down at you, looking like a pretty and desperate little slut just for her. One of her hands goes to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to her glistening lips. You lay your tongue out and you slowly lick her slick bottom to top, reaching her throbbing bud and giving it a harsh suck.

“Uhmm, fuck,” She moans upon the contact, pushing her hips closer to you mouth. “Yeah, just like that, baby.” You finally bury your tongue into her cunt, exploring her as she lets out a string of breathless moans. Abby begins to grind against your face, your soft muscle lapping on her mouthwatering pussy and your nose softly and deliciously brushing against her clit. “Look at me,” She pats your head and you bring your eyes up to her but never stopping fucking your tongue into her. “Lookin’ so beautiful on your knees for me, ahh– s-so so fucking perfect,”

Abby soon feels the tension that sits on the bottom of her stomach is about to explode. Her moves become more messy and rapid as she chases your face. The leg that is up your shoulder starts to shake, the trembling of her body making her to hold onto your free shoulder for support. You notice Abby will soon break and change the focus of your thrust to her needy button, lick and circling your tongue on it and adding two fingers into her.

“D-don't stop, fuckfuckfuc–” Her hips stutter as you scissor your fingers into her, never stopping giving attention to her clit. You feel her pussy gushing around you and she soon releases her juices, making a mess on your hand and face. Abby breaks eye contact as she presses the back of her head onto the wooden wall. She closes her eyes and furrows her brows while coming down from her orgasm. You distance your mouth from her now sensitive clit and gently remove your fingers from her. She drops her leg off of your shoulder and you, still on your knees, move to help her fix her pants and belt.

“No, it’s okay,” Abby moves away from your touch, making you slowly stand back on your feet. “I can do it.” She pushes her black jeans back up and grabs her belt off the floor, quickly wrapping them around the waistband of her jeans. You quietly observe her, hopeful thoughts run around your head, thoughts about you and Abby becoming closer after today – The last day of camp. “So, uhh,” She nervously runs her hand through her blonde strands as her face displays a shameful and regretful expression.

“We should get going, th-the last bonfire will start soon…” You feel as if the ground disappeared, your heart squeezes inside your chest and tears form in your eyes. “Uhm… I'll see you around, yeah?” She quickly exits, leaving you alone in the compartment. You look down at your knees, red and swollen from all the kneeling, and then you look around the small porta wooden potty, your hand palms your face as you take in what just happened. Regret fills you for what you and Abby just did – In a damn porta potty, at church camp nonetheless – and at how easy you gave yourself to her, only to be tossed away just as easily.

ೃ⁀➷ thank you for reading! feel free to comment your thoughts, reblog, leave a heart and follow me˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

x-18 banner by @fic-dumpster

[a-master-procrastinator]

So, I have a headcanon regarding Outlander and Valkorion

Spoiler territory for pretty much the whole game (mostly Jedi Knight and Sith Warrior class stories and all expansions from Shadows of Revan).

How does Outlander (especially non Force user) defeat Valkorion in KotET? This question bothered me (and I'm sure all of you) for quite some time. And frankly, the game doesn't answer it very well. So I did some thinking, searching and theorizing, and found a solution that I will bring in my personal stories. Just thought it would be interesting for others to see as well.

Explanations offered in the game:

Valkorion's power had become weaker at some point (as noted by Arcann in chapter 8 "Taking Flight", and indicated by events on Ziost, since Theron wasn't possessed, and by Valkorion in chapter 9 "Eternal Throne", when he said that he needed Vaylin's power to destroy Outlander's mind);

Arcann and Vaylin helped defeat him;

The holocron was the instrument of Valkorion's defeat (but it's never properly explained how exactly);

The "kneel before the dragon of Zakuul" phrase worked on Valkorion because the Outlander said so.

It doesn't sound too bad, but when I tried to go into details, it didn't make much sense. "My mind, my rules" was really out of nowhere, also kinda goes against the previous experience of Outlander not being able to do anything about Valkorion before that. And Arcann and Vaylin being on your side isn't the key either because even the three of them were still losing, it only changed after the main character said the key phrase. And why the heck does it even work like that? Because they said so? Gee, should've thought about it a few chapters before, no?

Now, what I came up with doesn't really go much different from that, I just made some adjustments to make it flow better (at least for myself). I'll talk through my thoughts in chronological order, so bear with me (I tried to summarize it at the end, so scroll if you want the short version).

Vitiate learned to transfer his spirit as one of the ways to be immortal. It can happen either through a ritual, which is preferable since it's easier, doesn't weaken him, and he doesn't need time to adjust, but it does require consent from a person, or killing the previous host, which does weaken him for some time. The longer he has possessed a host, the greater the loss of power will be upon the transfer. It's not to say that he isn't dangerous, quite the opposite, but perhaps he can't do some 'impossible' things (like consume a planet or shatter a mind) just like that.

He was at his full power before the events on Belsavis and Voss, timeline wise. Remember how easily he possessed the minds of the Jedi on the strike team? Yeah, Jedi Knight broke free, but that's bc they're super strong (and the main character in their storyline).

But because of Baras Vitiate had to be released from the body on Voss by being killed, which made him slightly weaker, just enough for the Hero of Tython to kill him again on Dromund Kaas. That made him lose more power (because he possessed this body for much longer than that Voss), and Vitiate tried to find a new host and regain his power (either by Revan reviving him or consuming all life on Ziost). His attempts were not successful, so he retreated to Zakuul.

That would explain why after being 'killed' yet again on Zakuul (thus losing two of his main hosts) Valkorion wasn't powerful enough to possess the Outlander's mind (regardless of their class). He was in a pretty vulnerable position, so he came up with a plan. We'll get to it. For now, Valkorion understands that if the Outlander dies, he'll be even weaker and probably won't be able to get a new host, so he protects the Outlander while pushing them to use his power.

Every time the Outlander agrees to do so gives Valkorion more control over their body, and even if they never agree, the bond grows stronger as time passes, it's just faster when Outlander uses his power. Eventually it would be just strong enough for Valkorion to use the main character's body without their permission (like in chapter 16). But he's still not powerful enough to break their mind, so he goes to the next part of the plan.

Valkorion manipulated the main character into killing Vaylin (and Arcann, if applicable) because he needed to consume her power to destroy Outlander's mind (which is what happens in chapter 9). But he made a couple mistakes in doing so. First, he underestimated how smart Commander is, and how the bond allowed them to take his form to survive. Second, by consuming Vaylin's spirit, Valkorion gained not just her strength, but also her weakness, which is the conditioning.

But wait, didn't Vaylin free herself from it? Sort of. I saw a suggestion from another player that Vaylin didn't get rid of conditioning itself, but rather the lever that triggers it. It's possible because the process on Nathema didn't exactly according to the plan. And because of that, Valkorion also gained her conditioning after consuming her spirit.

So, what does that mean? What does it do? Well, I think that when the key phrase is said in presence of Vaylin, she temporarily loses her connection to the Force (or it becomes so weak that she can't use it), thus isn't a threat. And the same happens to Valkorion when the main character attempts to use it on him in KotET chapter 9, at least for long enough for the Outlander to kill him. This way the victory isn't dependent on one's power in the Force, and it fits a non Force sensitive Commander as well.

What about the holocron? I explain this as it only binds, commands and releases spirits, as we see with lord Dramath. It's not the key to Valkorion's destruction, but it is still important because it is used to free Vaylin's spirit from Valkorion after her death (and Arcann's, if applicable), which gives Outlander a potential powerful ally.

[Just a little addition that has very little to do with my explanation, but wanted to mention - in the throne room, when Valkorion breaks Outlander's mind, he takes over the body and attacks your companions. They hold off long enough for Commander to put their mind back, and at that moment Valky loses control, and the body is unconscious.]

So, to sum it up:

Valkorion is weaker after being killed on Voss, Dromund Kaas and Zakuul, hence why the Outlander can resist him, regardless of theirconnection to the Force;

the holocron found on Nathema can bind, command and release spirits, which allows Outlander to free Vaylin (and Arcann, if applicable) from Valkorion;

the bond formed between Valkorion and Commander allowed the latter to survive after having their mind destroyed;

Vaylin didn't completely get rid of the conditioning on Nathema because the process didn't go as it should've, it just removed the trigger;

by consuming Vaylin's spirit Valkorion gained both her strength and her weakness - her conditioning, that's why it worked on him, and it temporarily weakened his connection to the Force.

I know this isn't perfect, there are probably plot holes that I haven't noticed or poorly explained, but I like it much more. Why do I even bother with this explanation?

I just love doing mental gymnastics around KotFE-ET, and this particular part was difficult yet entertaining to figure out.

But honestly, probably most important reason is that it works for every class (so even non Force-users are fitting here) because strength in the Force is not the key. Valkorion underestimated how observant and clever Outlander is, and I think it works better for their characters.

[reineyday]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @conartisthaiji thanks lyz!!!! 🥰🥰

"Say, do you know that really cute girl with short hair in Class 1-5?" Yaku asks as they change into their gym clothes in an empty classroom.

Today is a life-changing day for Kuroo Tetsurou, and that is because today, he almost gets hit by a car.

Ichigo sees Grimmjow before he feels the arrancar’s reiatsu.

It's a beautiful night in the spring, and the sakura trees at the back of the Uzui Estate are blooming, their pink colour muted in the night, but their petals still as soft as they float in the wind.

Yaku zones out a little as he looks across the gym at Kuroo and Kenma.

The Cross Guild is fighting the Straw Hats and Buggy actually has them on the ropes.

"Draw the short end of the stick, did you?" Mihawk asks dryly from where he's kneeling on a raised execution platform in front of this island's marine base.

Mihawk looks beautiful, looking up at the snow quietly falling around them and bringing a hush over the cold winter night.

Mihawk is taking a nap by a railing in a corner of the Red Force's main deck, hat hiding his face from the sun, when he feels a weight press into his stomach.

Shanks is stupidly early to his Calculus 1 class, and cursing Rayleigh’s name.

hmmm. seems like i generally like to start either with an action, or with situating the character(s). i would also like to think they all set the tone and/or establish the mood, as that's generally my goal with opening statements. hopefully from these statements you can guess at what the fics' vibes are at the start of their stories. i'm apparently also never vague or coy about who's in the story lol no mysterious opening lines for me.

interesting exercise!! tagging @lesbiansanemi @e-milieeee @erinyra @giurochedadomani @allbluedepths @backwardshirt @ihni no pressure tho!!! :))

[landwriter]

WIP game! Tagged by @pellaaearien, @tiltingheartand, @xx-vergil-xx, and @violetequus8 rules: latest line(s) from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words, which is insane, and I will not be doing. one wip per tag though, just for fun:

“Come inside, housbande,” he says, and wraps his hand around the back of Dream’s neck, stroking his thumb along cool and corded muscle. “If my language is a garden, it grows between my lips.” - the death of translation

“Moving past the lines about my wardrobe choices - although we can certainly discuss clothing as class signals, yes, Sophie, I see your hand, but I am not going to open the floor to further critiques of my sweater vest, thank you - I’m hoping someone can explain to me what ‘touch grass’ means?” - twitter beef au

There’s a short silence, and then Dream’s voice comes low and soft in the dark. “Sometimes I want to be watched. I want to be seen. It feels defiant. I want to feel...prized.” - seventies san francisco au

He meant only to kneel, to check the wound and catch his breath, but no sooner than he decided it did he feel the earth pressed to his cheek, damp heather soft against his skin, like hound’s fur, which was all wrong, because it should be rough. He should not be lying down. He ought to get up. But it was nice, while huffing in and out through the burning pain in his side, the way women did in childbirth, to be cradled by the earth, like some gentle maiden. The torchlight blinked out, and the sounds of fighting grew distant. She must be carrying him off somewhere. That’s alright, then, he thought. I’ll rest for just a moment. - oaths

tagging: @hardly-an-escape, @fishfingersandscarves, @softest-punk, @valeriianz - apologies if you’ve done this already!

[spacebarbarianweird]

Baldur's Gate 3 Tav Ask Game

Got this list of questions from the amazing @tolkien-fantasy. If you want to answer those questions, don't forget to tag @tolkien-fantasyn-fantasy or make a reblog

The questions

Why did you pick the race you did for your Tav?

Tyrael is a half-elf. I chose that race because they are stuck between two worlds. They live too short for elves but too long for humans. Driven by elven wanderlust and human ambitions, they wander over Faeurun, seeking for a place to belong.

Why did you pick the class you did for your Tav?

Barbarian. It resonates with me.

What is your character’s moral alignment?

Chaotic good. Tyrael is a good person on the overall but she doesn't care about rules.

How did you choose your Tav’s name, if you gave them a unique one?

Generated via https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com . Tyrael grew among humans and has a name of the elven origin.

What are your character’s strongest and weakest stats (strength, charisma, etc)? 

Strength 16 and Intelligence 8. She can't read.

What is your Tav’s origin story? 

You can read it here . In short, it's angst and child neglect.

What was the most significant moment in your Tav’s origin story? 

A murder attempt by her human siblings which awoke RAGE in her.

What deity, if any, does your character worship? 

None. Tyrael feels abandoned by both elven and human gods but she believes in ancestral spirits who guide her through the fight.

What is your Tav’s biggest priority or goal?

Freedom.

If your Tav didn’t become an adventurer, what else would they be doing?

She has no idea and never thought about it.

What is your Tav’s most used weapon or spell? 

RAGE

What is your Tav’s favorite school of magic/weapon type?

Two-handed axe.

How does your Tav fight in a combat situation?

RAGE and attack!

Does your Tav know any other languages besides Common? 

Sylvan Elven

If your Tav could/does multiclass, what other class would they choose?

Battlerager (Barbarian + Paladin). I think Tyrael will become more lawful with years to pass but not less fierceful.

Which of the companions does your Tav trust most? 

Astarion, Wyll and Karlach

Which of the companions does your Tav distrust most?

Gale. Wizards are too smart, they can't be trusted.

Who is your Tav’s biggest rival?

No one, she is confident in her axe.

Who is your Tav romancing, if anyone?

Astarion, of course.

If you’re romancing anyone, why did your Tav fall for them? And why did that character fall for your Tav?

Tyrael fell from the first murder attempt. Astarion also reminds her of a fairytale prince who was turned into a monster and saved by an ancient queen-warrior. Astarion fell for Tyrael for her kindness - she treated him well since the first moment. Protected him and was genuinly interested in Astarion as a person.

If you’re romancing anyone, who fell first and who fell harder?

Tyrael fell first, Astarion fell harder.

How does your Tav act around their crush?

Tyrael is very straightforward and don't tend to act clumsily. At the same time, she has to be careful not to cross his boundaries.

What is your Tav’s favorite moment they’ve had with their lover?

Tyrael isn't a person to be cared for. No one protects Barbarians. When she is wounded in a fight, she is the last one to be offered support or a healing potion. It is always like that. So, imagine her shock when suddenly Astarion kneels beside her and offers her help and then carries to the camp.

What is your Tav attracted to? What are their turn-ons and turn-offs? 

She is turned-off by attempts to dominate her.

Does your Tav have any biases against other classes or races? 

Wizards are stupid, gnomes are ugly, half-orks get the worst from two worlds.

What is the most prominent color in your Tav’s color scheme?

Red.

What is their sense of humor like?

Always a bit off.

What is your Tav’s guilty pleasure?

Fairytales and stories about heroes. The more naive they are, the better.

How easily offended are they? How do they act when offended?

Tyrael isn't offended easily but she is protective over people she cares. If you want to offend Astarion, beware the rage.

How does your Tav react when someone insults their friend/partner?

She threatens to break their bones.

How does your Tav dress for different occasions, like very fancy situations?

Practical.

How did your Tav get their scars, if they have any?

The facial scars are the result of a fight with a bear when she was 15 when, in a fight, she used Rage for the first time.

What is your Tav’s relationship with their family?

She has none. Mother cheated with an elf, gave birth to Tyrael and always treated the girl as if it had been her fault.

What is your Tav’s opinion on nobility and authority?

Eat the rich, steal their gold.

How does your Tav react to wearing the Wavemother’s robe? How do they react to their partner wearing it?

Awkward. That thing looks hideous.

What is your Tav’s favorite type of environment? Like in a tavern, a library, out in the wilderness, underground, etc.

Wilderness. Tyraels knows this terrain well.

What would your Tav’s Zodiac sign be?

She doesn't know her date of birth.

What is their favorite season?

Winter.

Where in the world does your Tav want to visit the most?

The Spine of the World

What is the biggest mistake your Tav ever made?

To trust the Emperor.

What animal best represents your Tav?

A dragon.

What flower/tree/plant best represents your Tav?

Brimstone Snapdragon

What does your Tav smell like?

Ale and the forest.

What song best represents your Tav?

A Swedish folk ballade "Herr Mannelig"

What would be your Tav’s favorite music genre?

Folk rock

What role would your Tav play in a highschool AU? (nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc)

That girl everyone thinks is a lesbian who beats the shit out of anyone who mistreats her friends. Eventually turns up to a party with a handsome rich boyfriend who treates her like a princess.

What is the most important item your Tav has?

Her two-handed axe.

Where does your Tav feel most at home?

She feels home with Astarion no matter where they stay.

What is your Tav’s philosophy on life?

Fight. Gather loot. Get gold. Drink ale. Fight again.

Does your Tav think more with their heart or their brain?

It's INT 8 (-1). What brain are you talking about XD?

What does your Tav want in their future? (domestic bliss, more adventure, a family, etc)

More adventures. More travels. To die fighting a dragon.

What is your Tav’s worst fear?

She is afraid to lose her freedom. There have been too many warrior women who were enslaved and degrated to mere whores in beds of powerful men.

Is your Tav easily tricked or deceived?

She is because she isn't really smart but at the same time she has good intuition.

If your Tav was granted a single wish, what would it be?

To cure Astarion of his vampirism or, at least, allow him to walk in the sun.

How does your Tav feel about keeping secrets, both their own and others?

She respects people's right for them.

How would your Tav react to a love confession?

When Astarion confessed his feelings, she was shocked to hear these words.

What are your Tav’s biggest insecurities?

Body image. She was harassed and lusted for her elven features but at the same time she is seen as ugly by most of the pure elves she's met.

What is your Tav’s favorite food?

Ale.

How generous is your Tav, especially to those they don’t know?

She is very generous and ready to share everything.

If an evil character told your Tav that they wanted to change and help them, would they believe it?

Yes.

What does your Tav want to be remembered by?

She wants to be remembered as a hero in songs and ballads.

What Tarot Card best represents your Tav?

Ten of Swords.

What would be your Tav’s major in college?

She wouldn't be accepted in college.

Does your Tav consider themselves a hero, villain, victim or something else?

A hero.

How good is your Tav at giving advice? How good are they at following it themselves?

Depends. In a fight, Tyrael is better to be listened to. Aside battle, she's not very competent.

How does your Tav get along with each party member?

Pretty good, she doesn't like hurting people on purpose. Though, she was very angry with Halsin who tried to propose her right in front of Astarion.

What are your Tav’s other hobbies?

She enjoys listening to good stories.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Why did you serve Junko?

Tsurugi, don't listen to him; remember what this fucker was going to do - he ate your best friend, was going to likely eat you and was why Junko got away with so much shit!

Hu-Huh...?

Look Tsurugi listen, I know that Hope's Peak did a lot of crap and protected these people but that's why I join Future Foundation; so the same mistake doesn't happen again and there's no deaths!

What Juu Kinjo is doing is just adding fire to this senseless fighting which isn't the way; I know the only way to put an end to this is to stop the war and violence!

But how?! How can we possibly stop all this! Don't you work for Future Foundation, the very foundation that wants to rebuild it?

That might be true but I do want to work on finding another solution to it; find another way, something where history doesn't repeat itself.

Hope's Peak might be this symbol of hope and we all rely on it but such a place shouldn't exist, we can find other forms of hope.

So Tsurugi, if we can work together, we can solve this!

...I...

Ugh, enough of your speeches of hope you naive fool! *Juu pulls out his gun and points to Tsurugi*

Look out! *Hideyoshi rushes over and covers Tsurugi which then-...*

*BANG!*

... *As then Hideyoshi who got shot in the chest suddenly fallen to the floor*

Hi-Hideyoshi...! *kneels own and starts to shake him*

Heh, what a fool... he really thinks there could be a more peaceful solution to all this? Fools like him are why they die early...!

...N-No...Hideyoshi, wh-why...?!

Don't you see, son? The only way to get rid of evil, is to become evil - if you wish for real justice to be perform; you'll have to do things that you might despise and I'm sure what you saw was proof of that...

So come son, if you join me then maybe we can rule side by side and make sure all evil is wipe - what do you say, will you join me and-!

*BANG!*

...Wh-What?! How co...could you...!

... *In an instant, Tsurugi pulled his gun out and shot his father*

I see... so that's how it is, then... you decide to deny what I've say, hm? Very well...

*pulls his gun and points at Tsurugi* You'll understand why being a blind fool is mostly foolish.

*BANG!*

'After that everything went dark and I don't remember much except I woke up in the hospital, I was told that both Hideyoshi and my father were dead, many of us thought that my father was a deranged man that was going on constant rambles, I...I know that for sure, but then... their killing game, the one that was inspired by ours came along...'

'Class 78's killing game, where 15 students were force to kill each other and then... I saw her...'

'Genocider Syo, the serial killer that killed 25 young men - Hope's Peak had hidden her identity from the public but now the whole world knew of her and many of those that were the victim's families wanted her to get justice, I understood what my father was talking about...'

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Me and You

Y/N Y/L/N and Eddie Munson are the two most hated people in Hawkins.

Minors leave my stories and account alone I'm sorry I can not restrain myself from sexual remarks. There aren't any warnings for this part and I'm too lazy to do series warnings cause those stress me out anyway so yeah sorry. Eddie and Reader are both 20, Eddie is a third year senior and the reader failed other grades, so like Eddie got to senior year first. Drug Use (Use Responsibly please). it's like drastically short but I'm trying lol.

You and your boyfriend Eddie were the town freaks. Yours and Eddie’s moms had been best friends before passing away, you were there when Eddie’s mom overdosed, and he and Wayne were there for you when your mom died the same way. Wayne was quick to take you in upon realizing you hadn’t had any family left, being only 12 when your mom died you were going to be sent to a foster home. Neither Wayne nor Eddie wanted that to happen.

Wayne let you have the cot he’d usually slept on himself, and had slept with Eddie until he walked into the trailer to see 17 year old you and Eddie basically swallowing each other’s face. The rule was that as long as you could behave while he was around, you could share Eddie’s room and Wayne could have his living room back, and you were both quick to agree to his terms. While Wayne was around you were completely respectful of his rule, even if that meant taking cold showers. "Separate cold showers, Eddie. That's why they're cold." You'd tell him when he'd try to coax you into the bathroom with him. It also meant rushing to pick up clothes that had been strewn about when you would hear Wayne's car pulling up.

Spending your formative years with Eddie and Wayne you, of course, became a feminine copy of Eddie, without the Dungeon Master because as much as you love to watch them play. You tried to play once and it stressed you out so much you decided, for yours and your friends safety, to merely be an observer and act for some of Eddie's side characters. Despite not actively being able to play the game, you put as much enthusiasm and charisma in your character acting as Eddie and the other party members did.

Because you and Eddie were often together, and seen as 'the cult leaders' of The Hellfire Club, you were both outcasts and freaks according to pretty much everyone around you. Neither of you cared, really, sure at times the words could be hurtful but you tended to ignore them for the sake of just moving on with your life, even if the both of you were supposed to have left school behind several years ago.

You only had two classes together, English and Math, and had already been moved away from each other twice, somehow always managing to gravitate back towards each other, at this point your teachers gave up on trying to separate the two of you since it seemed Eddie did better in class with you there to help him, you seemed to be the only person he would actually listen to.

Right now you were at home with Eddie, the two of you tangled up in the clean but stained sheets, this was easily your favorite place to be, curled up at home with Eddie with not a single worry or thought in your mind as you passed a blunt back and forth.

"I heard Annie talking in the bathroom with uh..." you furrowed your brows and inhaled the smoke as you thought about who else was in there. "Ah, that Rebbeca chick." "With two b's?" "Thats the one." You nodded.

"Anyway. I heard them talking." You exhaled the smoke. "And apparently, you'd be hot if you were a jock." You teased. "Like if you totally, like, cut your hair, and, like, lose the weird girlfriend." You mimicked a preppy cheerleader voice and flipped your hair.

Eddie raised his brows and started laughing at your dramatics, shaking his head fondly. "Gross." He made a face. "What did you do? Knowing you, you didn't just sit in the stall."

You smirked and shook your head. "Nope, I was kneeling on the toilet cause I was smoking, so, I dropped it in the toilet and flushed it, walked out and went to the sink in-between them and just.... washed my hands." You shrugged a little. "Looked them both in the eye while I dried my hands.. and left." He raised a brow at you and you shrugged innocently. "If my jeans slid up and my knife showed while I was tying my shoes that's not my fault!" you exclaimed innocently as he started laughing.

"Mhm… but what did you want to do?" He asked, raising a brow as he pushed some of your hair out of your face, twisting it around on his finger. “…. Well I wanted to punch them both in the face. But they’re minors so I kept my hands to myself.

Eddie laughed and shook his head as he kissed you softly, rubbing your back and sighing happily. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Y’know that?” He whispered softly.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you smiled, nudging him lightly and laughing softly. "So are you, Eds.. I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for you and Wayne." You said softly.

Eddie grinned and leaned down to kiss you, cupping your cheek and humming softly. "When we finally graduate I'm gonna take you outta here." He ran his fingers over your jaw as he pulled away. "Take you wherever you wanna go."

"Yeah? just me and you?" You asked softly, smiling as you leaned into the gentle touch of his fingers. Eddie returned the smile, nodding. "Me and you." He said softly before pressing his lips to yours lightly, pulling you closer to him. "Forever."

Eddie was usually very private with his emotions, he'd talk to you about them but only in the privacy and comfort of your shared bedroom, often late at night when there was no chance of Wayne hearing because he was either working or sleeping.

If you were lucky you could convince him to let you hold him, your fingers running through his hair to gently work out any knots he'd gotten from laying down or from how often and rapidly he moved around during the day.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

You and Eddie eventually decided to actually do something, since it was the weekend and you were off of work. You decided to walk to get ice cream, it wasn't too hot or too cold out so you wouldn't be too uncomfortable on your walk.

As usual, women pulled their children across the street when they saw you and Eddie, even if their kids were interested in all the shiny stuff you wore. You'd smile at the young child and wave a little, their brains not yet plagued by the people of Hawkins, and subsequently ignore their mother, your grip on Eddie's hand tightening before you walked into the ice cream parlor.

You and Eddie had already talked about whether or not you wanted kids, the two of you planned to be together for the rest of your lives, so you'd had these discussions pretty early. You both wanted kids, not yet of course, but once you both graduated and got out of Hawkins you were going to settle down somewhere nice "maybe New York or something" Eddie had said, and start your own family without the judging eyes of Hawkins, Indiana.

Eddie wanted a boy first "duh, cause our baby girl is gonna need a big brother to scare off the unworthy peasant boys! or girls!" "a big sister can't protect her?" "I never said that, stop putting words in my mouth" the conversation had quickly turned into a tickle wrestle on the bed, your laughs echoing through the trailer as you and Eddie wrestled and tickled each other.

Eddie didn't hesitate to order your ice cream for you, you always got the same thing so he memorized it pretty quickly and always ordered it perfectly. It never failed to make your heart flutter. Before he could order his own you interjected quickly and ordered for him, smirking cockily at him as you leaned back.

Eddie looked at you for a moment, eyes a little wide, before he started grinning and shaking his head, chuckling softly. "That was hot." He teased before pulling out the money for the ice creams, exchanging the two and handing you yours. "Come on, let's sit in the shade." he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you over to a bench underneath a tree.

You leaned on Eddie as you sat under the tree, your head resting on his shoulder as you both finished your ice cream.

You didn't need anything else, all you wanted was Eddie, all you needed was Eddie. He was everything to you and you were everything to him. You knew that no matter what anyone ever said or did, it was you and Eddie against the world.

Forever.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Tag List:

@lunar-flwr @dahliarose3 @minimnmsdotcom @ranibewsprimskle @fabienne250503 @camcanyon @catherinnn @kaz120 @kiki51199 @babyali622 @nanamunath @giovannasgarden @munsonboyblog @meaganjm @kooksfor-life @ali-r3n @manitskatrina @you-arethepan @sleepy-zodiac @ilostmysoulbruh @literallylikepoison @mxbrbi @lov3ly-3m @slutfor-munson @slut-for-fictional-men-kms @rmeddar123 @redpool @spookykylie @sebby-staan @vulcrum332 @raybaeray @that-one-writer @littlebatsimagines @imagine-all-the-imagines @tvserie-s-world @geekmom3 @mlvgren @scentedstudentfestivalclod @princeeric @hurricane-abigail @theanxietyqueen17  @celestialallysum @darksoul100 @hwrteye @hellfire-fan-club @notbeforelong @the-achievementhunter @jessicainhell @whitemanshoe19 @brofistsandhoranhugs-blog @ssareids-coffee @eosprincess @neuroticpuppy @cococrazy18 @mainstreambitchlife @sydnee-writes @periodtbluddd @captainkokosnuss @rushintothewild @pnks-stuff @c0untryclub @dhdjdhbdh @whoreformenwithlonghair @turnmyknuckleswhite @chaoticlovingdreamer @lokidokidarling

[rphelperblog]

Princess Diaries Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @dreammakcr​ - feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes

you look so… young.”

“Just in case I wasn’t enough of a freak already, let’s add a tiara!”

“Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

“As always, this is as good as it’s going to get.”

Wait, wait. No, not you — I don’t even know you!”

This is getting us nowhere! Talk to me!’

“Thank you. And you look so… clean.”

“No matter how many times you press that, it will still go up and down the same way.”

“The student body may be morally bankrupt, but that doesn’t mean they’re blind!” 

“Please don’t crush my soy nuts.”

“Somebody sat on me again.”

If there are no more passengers, I think we should close the door.”

“I have never worn pantyhose, but it sounds very dangerous.” 

“I can’t talk to you right now. I’m late for a meeting with my guidance counselor.”

“Oh no, sweetie, I was in a very important meeting. Send it out for dry cleaning.”

“Sir, you will find that the word fear is not in my vocabulary!”

“Almost, but anyone can see your desires. No one knows what’s in your heart.”

“I’m a girl who loves black and is wearing pink.”

“I would kneel if it weren’t for my knee replacement.”

“A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early.” 

“A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early.”

“Just because I didn’t get my fairytale doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“If you hurt my girl, you will answer directly to me, and whatever crimes I commit against you, remember, I have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries, including Puerto Rico.” 

“That Backstreet Boy clone you’ve had a crush on for years?”

“Is your mom dating an undertaker?” 

“Nepotism belongs in the arts, not in plumbing.”

“I can’t be a princess! I’m still waiting for normal body parts to arrive!” 

“I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!”

Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, with hair so fine. Come out your window, climb down the vine.”

“The feat you ask, dear sir, isn’t easy. And I won’t respond to that line, it’s far too cheesy.”

“Oh, how brave. Most interns don’t even want to fetch my tea.”

“Your Majesty, I would gladly take a bullet for you.”

“We never rush; we hasten.” 

“OK, I look like an asparagus.”

“But a very, very cute asparagus!”

“It’s not appropriate for royalty to jingle.”

“Tell me: How does my mother, or any person for that matter, go into a parent/teacher conference and come out with a date?”

“I look like a moose.”

can you just pretend you have a life for just one moment?” 

“I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!”

“I don’t want to rule my own country, I just want to pass the tenth grade.”

“Ah, yes, but a very cute moose! Make all the boy moose go ‘WAAAAH!’”

can you drop us off a block from the school? I don’t want to cause a riot with this hearse.”

“This is a non-riot hearse. If it were a hearse, there would be silence in the backseat.”

“You know, most kids shop for a car for their sixteenth birthday, not a country!”

could you try to talk without moving your lips? The press have binoculars.

911, I'd like to report an accident... They put me on hold!”

Is this punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?”

I am invisible, and I am wet.”

“A princess never chases a chicken.”

“I beg your pardon, ‘Shut up’?”

“Now, what did you want to tell me?”

“Oh, your majesty, in America, it doesn’t always mean to be quiet. Here it could mean ‘wow,’ ‘gee-whiz,’ ‘golly wolly.’”

“I already have braces.”

“I haven’t danced with you since your birthday.”

“No, it’s bigger than orthodontia.”

“Think about it: I just found out that my cable only reaches 12 people.”

did you see what she did to me?!”

“Something that, I think, will have a very big impact upon your life.”

it’s not a championship game. It’s not even a big game. It’s just gym class. Just hit the ball. I don’t want to flunk you in gym class. C’mon, you can do it. Keep your eye on the ball.” 

“The secret is, I still want to.”

“That’s a fact, not a secret.”

“A few moments ago, I realized the only reason I was getting married was because of a law, and that didn’t seem like a good enough reason. So, I won’t be getting married today. My grandmother has ruled without a man at her side for quite some time, and… I think she rocks at it.” 

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.” 

“To be a princess, you have to believe that you are a princess. You’ve got to walk the way you think a princess would walk. So, you gotta think tall, you gotta smile and wave, and just have fun.

What I really can't understand is that you ditched me again yesterday when I really needed your help at the greenpeace petition.”

“From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”

“I don’t feel protected. You try living for 15 years thinking that you’re one person, and then in five minutes, you find out you’re a princess.”

“I love your eyebrows. We’ll call them Frieda and Kahlo. If Brooke Shields married Groucho Marx, their child would have your eyebrows!”

“I’m taking your charm off of my charm bracelet and it’s going in the dirt!”

“Oh, come on, girls! It’s a ball, not a snake. Back in formation!

[tsuki-sennin]

The Bugnarak Empire have awaited 2000 years to return to the surface world in order to conquer and slaughter the surface world. However, the wicked King Racles may be a far worse threat. A wicked despot, willing to sacrifice even his own people to secure his own strength.

With only the stolen King's Weapon and the blessings of God Kuwagata to aid him, Gira, self professed King of Evil, stalwartly faces Racles's knights and the threat of execution.

Now a "traitor" to his beloved Shugoddam, brave Gira may find unlikely alliance in the neighboring land of N'Kosopa, ruled by the scientifically minded President Yanma Gust, who rejected Racles's power play once before...

That's enough narration for now. It was fun though, I'mma do more of that from now on. KingOhger! Episode Twooooooo!

Spoilers, I guess...

-All the young Japanese kids watching this show must be losing their shit. It's only the second episode and the Red is planning a coup.

-OH OKAY

-I didn't expect Yanma to show up this early.

-Quite convenient.

-Is that a cola.

-Technozone!

-N'Kosopa!

-Ahhhh, I forgot. Gira's a bit of a peasant.

-Shit man, Racles must not care for educating his people.

-Jesus Christ, it's like night and day from Shugoddam.

-The Admin!

-Helloooo... Shiokara?

-"Ohhhhh... :("

-GIra's all free.

-What the fuck, Yanma's got tech in his veins.

-It's kind of incredible that Yanma turned God Tombo into a laser.

-"Ohhhhh, I'm a special boy~!"

-"Er.... I'm destined!"

-Gira's giving it his all to impress these nerds.

-"So? Gonna do it?"

-SIR!

-Real convincing, lad.

-"Well done. Let me handle this."

-Tone Boy!

-Ogai Busou!

-Tonbo Ohger!

-"Begone, filth!"

-"Yeah, sure man, whatever."

-Oh man, these shots are all so cool.

-Oiiii, Gira. Don't be grandstanding so hard.

-I realize a lot of one's enjoyment of KingOhger's gonna hinge on how funny they find Gira the King of Evil, and like...

-This is extremely funny.

-Bugnarak! Deathnarak!

-Man, it's nice to have proper villains from the start again.

-"Oh like, but you gotta hand over your gods before we kill you. That's how this whole thing works."

-Huh. The rest of you guys must be the President's Cabinet.

-What a spiteful little bitch Racles is.

-"Bow or die."

-Ahhhhh.

-Gaming.

-This method proves a bit too much for Gira.

-Keysmashing!

-"Ridiculous, huh?"

-Ride the internet to the top.

-Tyrants come in many forms.

-Why should they rule if they don't wanna be responsible?

-Well, this is awkward.

-"Nahh. I stand by what I said."

-President Yanma...

-Nobody's stopping the king of all hackers!

-"TAKE ME PRISONER YOU COWARDS!"

-"They're raging, you buffoon!" Throwing a rager, maybe.

-I can see he's winning the next election by a country mile.

-Unkosopa!

-Ah yep! Monster time!

-Time to bug out.

-Shugods!

-Huh. I see. Flyin' time!

-Hot damn.

-The presidents' cabinet.

-Oh, okay! Got a hoverbike, cool!

-Pillbug!

-Oooohhhhh!

-Forcing a kneel! N'Kosopa Style!

-No class, no division. Only asskicking.

-Ah?

-Oooooh!

-That must be the money lady.

-Ishabana!

-Queen Himeno!

-Well, see you all next week then, I suppose.

[locitapurplepink]

Chapter 17

________________________________________________________

The next day, Liam took Omega to play basketball with his team "Guys, you remember Omega ?" He introduced. All the boys made her welcome except for the brown hair one with blue eyes.

"So you're the one who has a brother working as a poor waiter ?" The boy mocked her.

Omega wasn't happy to hear that. Liam tried to stop him "Jorah, stop. That's not how we treat our friend."

Jorah ? Omega said in her mind, it must been one of Amora's brothers. Jorah pushed Liam down and confronted her.

"If you're so good of this game, why don't you try this ?" Jorah threw his basketball to her face which she was so shocked.

🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒

Hunter accidentally fell a beaker glass on the floor which getting the others attention.

"Mr. Hayden. I'm really sorry to break one of the glasses. I promise I'll replace it." Hunter apologized to the science teacher.

Mr. Hayden responded "I hope you do. It's a school rules." "Yes sir." Hunter nodded.

After that, Tasya holded his hand as asking "Is everything okay ?"

Hunter sighed "I'm not sure, I just had a bad feeling."

Then they heard a door knock from Mrs. Yarrow "Mr. Hayden, may I ask your permission to allow Hunter to leave now ?" Mr. Hayden asked back "Can you give me a reason ?"

"I just called from his sister's teacher, she said she got bullied from one of the kids from class 9." She explained. Hunter was so shocked, his feeling was right "She might have a serious injured or trauma experience. Hunter is the only family that she has."

Mr. Hayden sighed "Very well, you may to leave, Hunter. Wish your sister feel better." Hunter responded "Thank you, sir." He packed his backpack and rushed to leave the class.

🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒

Hunter and Mrs. Yarrow entered Miss Grace's office. The school just finished rebuilding few days ago. Hunter was so shocked seeing Omega has a black eye and some bruises on her arm.

Hunter kneeled and touched his sister's cheek "Omega ? Are you okay ?" Omega sighed "I hope so." "I'm sorry what happened to you." He gave her a hug as tried not to hurt her arm.

Meanwhile Mrs. Yarrow had a deal with Jorah "What were you thinking, Jorah ? This is not how I raise you, young man. You have to be nice and respect to anyone, especially on girls."

"Who cares ? They don't have a parents. Such of dumb."

Which hurting Hunter and Omega's feeling. Mrs. Yarrow shook her head "Do I have to remind you and you and all your siblings are raised a single mother who working so hard to live ?! You should know to never judge before walking on their shoes. "

Jorah groaned "At least I will have my tablet." "Oh no, you don't, young man. You and Ivan have to learn to get along with Amora."

"What ?! Mom ! That's not fair ! Amora is the reason of dad's death."

Mrs. Yarrow was so shocked the way her son said. Including the others in the office. "You should never said like that about your little sister. She's an innocent blessing." She admired.

Jorah sighed as shook his head. Mrs. Yarrow stared at Omega "I'm really sorry for what my son did to you, Omega. Why don't you and your brother come to my house and have dinner tonight ? It's my treat."

Omega stared at Hunter to wait for the answer "That's very kind of you, Mrs. Yarrow. Thank you." He nodded.

They stared at Miss Grace "I hope what are you doing can give Jorah a lesson."

🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒

Hunter brought a food to Wrecker "Here's your waffle. Buddy." Wrecker said "Thanks man. Anyways, is your sister gonna be okay ?"

They watched Omega staring at the window and sat on the seat. Hunter sighed "I hope so, she's having a hard time right now. By the way, you babysat Mrs. Yarrow kids before, right ?"

Wrecker nodded "Yeah man, the boys don't have any concern to their youngest sister, Amora. They're worst than Crosshair." "I see what you mean. Mrs. Yarrow invited me and Omega to get along with the other kids tonight."

"You mean have a dinner to get along ? Food always works on everything." Wrecker said.

Hunter shook his head as chuckled.

🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒🕒

Hunter and Omega arrived at the Mrs. Yarrow's house. "You ready for this ?" He asked but Omega didn't respond, she hold his hand tight instead.

He reassured "It's okay kid, I'll be right there with you." She took breath and nodded.

Hunter knocked the door and Mrs. Yarrow opened the door "Hunter, Omega, good to see you again. Please come in."

"Omega !"

As they entered the house, Omega was surprised by Amora who rushed to hug her "I miss you so much !" "I miss you too, Amora." "Aww, it's really good to see you two being friends. Come on, the dinner's ready." Mrs. Yarrow put her hands on their shoulder.

________________________________________________________

Hope you guys like this one.

@cassie-fanfics and @zaya-mo will be excited to read this one and upcoming chapters.

[zafirosreverie]

Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader)

Here it is! first part of the TxS au! Let’s get this party started!

----

"And who exactly was the villain then, Miss Y/L/N?" You gnashed your teeth when your teacher looked at you behind the frame of her glasses, with her piercing, stupidly beautiful blue eyes and a raised eyebrow.

You flinched a bit from her gaze, but you refused to back down, you never had and you weren't going to start now, no matter how hot your cheeks got or how close this damn woman stood to you.

Agatha Harkness, Westview’s University history professor, terror of the first years and your crush since the first class you had with her. Her blue eyes had captivated you from the first moment, as had her slightly wavy hair and mocking smile. Her sarcastic and dry sense of humor was also something you loved, plus she was incredibly smart and not afraid to show it. Beautiful, smart and taught your favorite subject. Yup, you were completely under her spell.

But you hated it when she argued with you in front of the whole class, especially for things like this. It always made you feel so small and helpless, even if you didn’t show it on the outside.

She had asked your class for an essay on Greek myths, and you had chosen Medusa’s. Miss Harkness had said that you should express your views, with clear and concise arguments, which took you most of the week to investigate. But it seemed that you had not been clear enough.

Either that, or your teacher really hated you and enjoyed challenging you in front of your classmates, expecting you to break up and argue with her, so she could send you to detention. Well, you wouldn't let her win that easy.

You forced a smile and looked up. She was right in front of your chair, looking down at you as she waited for your answer.

"Athena and Poseidon" you said confidently "They are the villains"

"Interesting posture" she smiled, but it was a smile that reminded you of the cheshire cat "Although that doesn't take away the blame for the lives she took, does it?"

"It wasn't her fault either," you said, frowning.

"Oh it wasn’t?" she asked. You suppressed a gasp when she rested her hands on your table and leaned forward. You could feel her minty breath on your face "And whose fault was it, Miss Y/L/N?" she asked.

"Men’s" you gulped "Those who went to look for her"

"Explain" she ordered. Her eyes never once left your face.

"They went looking for her. They tried to kill her, what was she supposed to do? Let herself be killed? Besides, it wasn't her fault that Athena turned her into that, she didn't ask to turn people to stone" you said, crossing your arms and leaning toward back in your seat.

Anyone would think that your gesture was one of challenge, considering that your face was neutral and your eyebrow was raised slightly. But inside you were screaming and having a panic attack.

Agatha smirked in her head at your attitude. She wouldn't tell anyone even if she was under torture, but she loved having these little discussions with you. You were the only student brave enough to argue with her, and you were brilliant in the way you did.

On the other hand, you were also incredibly cute and she would lie if she said that she didn't like to make you blush, your eyes lit up a bit and the red on your cheeks really contrasted beautifully with your skin. She knew it was wrong, that as a teacher she shouldn't find any of her students attractive. But she couldn't help it, there was something about you that just fascinated her.

Most of her fellow teachers had already noticed the strange dynamic she had with you, but they took it as a simple student/teacher rivalry, stemming from the fact that you seemed like a history prodigy, which presented a vast battlefield for Agatha, it was no secret that the woman was competitive, after all.

The only one who seemed a little suspicious of what was really going on was Wanda, the literature teacher. She had been one of the best students in the university and had returned as a teacher 5 years ago and because their subjects shared a field of investigation, she and Agatha ended up spending more and more time together, until they became good friends. 

It was fun having someone to judge and gossip about both the staff and the student body. But that also meant having to endure the teasing of the younger woman every time you walked by Agatha.

Of course, she had scolded Wanda for even suggesting that she was attracted to you, a student, and the redhead had apologized, saying that she was only joking, but she wasn't sure how long it would be before her friend became suspicious again. Not that the history teacher was that subtle with the way she looked at you.

Still, Agatha Harkness had certain principles, and she knew that she couldn't flirt with you as long as you were her student, so she was content to make you blush and nervous when she was around you.

“She broke Athena’s rules” she said, almost growling.

“Poseidon raped her. That wasn't her fault” you growled back. You cursed yourself for being so passionate about this. Your classmates probably thought you were an idiot for fighting a teacher.

"You seem quite determined to defend the monster," she accused, frowning. She pushed herself off your bench and turned to the rest of the class, letting you breathe for a second. "Not many people would pay attention to Medusa, a hideous and dangerous creature. But she seems to have won Miss Y/L/N’s heart" she said, making your classmates laugh and you blushed again.

"It must be the eyes" you mumbled without thinking.

Your teacher looked at you for a moment before smirking. Fortunately, it seemed like she didn't have time to keep arguing with you. Blessed heavens for that. You heard the ring bell and sighed in relief, starting to pack your things.

“Remember that the project is due for next monday” Ms Harkness said and you hear some groans from your classmates. You chuckled as you left the classroom.

“It’s not fair” you heard your friend Nick saying beside you “She didn’t give us enough time!”

“What do you mean?” you asked “I finished it three days ago”

“But you don’t count!” he frowned “you’re good at history! I can’t even remember my sister’s birthday!”

“Nick, you don’t have a sister” you rolled your eyes fondly

“And? I wouldn’t remember her birthday anyway”

You laughed and playfully punched his shoulder. You and Nick have been friends since your first day here and you were thankful for that. He was the only one who knew about your crush on Ms Harkness, which was a blessing but also a nightmare. He loved to embarrass you.

“So, what was that Y/N?” He asked suddenly

“What?” you frowned

“The whole Medusa’s thing”

“Well, she wasn’t a monster and-”

“No no, don’t give me a history lesson, I already had enough of that. I was talking about you and ‘Ms magical eyes’ almost kissing” he smirked as you coughed and almost tripped. 

“What?!” you hissed “The hell you’re talking about?!”

“Oh c’mon Y/N!!” Nick laughed “She was practically lying over you!”

“That’s not true” you crossed your arms

“It is” he crossed his arms too “Y/N,I love you, but you can be so blind sometimes”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked, a little offended

“Y/N, we all could feel the sexual tension between you two” he laughed and left you frozen in the hall. 

_____________

“No” Agatha frowned and crossed her arms

“Please” Wanda begged

“No, I’m not going to babysit a bunch of spoiled kids” the older woman said

“Okay, first of all, they’re college students, not from the kindergarden” the redhead frowned “and this could be an amazing opportunity!”

“For what? I already know about the Salem trials, love, I’m more than capable of teach my students about it without having to taking them there”

“But it would be more fun for them” Wanda argued

“I teach history, buttercup, it’s not supposed to be fun for them” the brunette smirked while the other woman rolled her eyes.

“We both know you don’t actually think that. You love your class and want them to love it too” 

When the other woman shrugged and started reading again, totally ignoring her, Wanda knew it was time for plan B. She kneeled in front of Agatha and gave her puppy eyes.

“Pleaaaase” she cried “I need another teacher if I want permission to do the trip”

“Then ask Monica” Agatha said, not looking up from her book

“She has a game next week with the basketball team” Wanda said “Besides, as the history teacher, your class is the most similar to mine, it just makes sense if we both go”

“I’m not going Maximoff, period”

Wanda sighed and stood. “Fine.Thanks for nothing, Harkness” she pouted and left the teacher’s room. 

Agatha rolled her eyes, she knew the other woman would get over it in a few hours.

____________

“I just say that witches are cool” you said as you and Nick walked through the hall

“They are Y/N, but visiting an old town isn’t exactly my idea for a good summer trip” he said and you rolled your eyes “Why don’t you go to Disneyland instead?” he joked

“Because I hate gigantic amusement parks” you said “And I really want to visit Salem, it was my dream since i was 9 and i read about witches from the first time. But you know I don't have enough money to do both trips. So, Salem it is for me”

Nick sighed “Alright, you do you, history girl” he joked “But try not to get cursed while you’re there, i don’t want my best friend to be a frog” 

You laughed and he put an arm around your shoulders. None of you noticed the brunette teacher walking out of the teacher’s room and who totally heard your conversation. 

_____________

Wanda jumped when her office door opened with a slam. She looked at a frowning Agatha, who had her arms crossed and let out a sigh.

“Alright, you win” the brunette said “We’re going to Salem”

The redhead smiled and quickly stood up to run to her friend and hug her tightly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said.

“But!” Agatha said, gently pushing the younger woman to lock eyes with her “I pick the class we’re taking with us”

“Deal!”

[uwuwriting]

A little early for that w/ Todoroki, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: hii can i req a hc of todo, shinsou, and bakugou seeing y/n taking care of eri then they’ll be like “i want a baby with you” :D - anonymous

Don’t get me started on the latest BNHA chapter. I just don’t want to talk about it. I’ll try to make a double upload today so maybe expect a song fic after this one Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff

Todoroki Shoto 

-It was during Eri’s visit during christmas that it hit Todo. 

-You were dressed in a Santa costume just like everyone else with Eri gripping your hand as you took her around the room explaining all about Christmas celebrations. 

-It was a very mundane moment if you think about it. 

-You were being kind and caring to a child who had suffered immensely at the hands of Overhaul and you wanted to show her what the holiday was all about. 

-Now that he thinks of it, it shouldn’t have struck him like it did. 

-His chest became warm and fuzzy, his cheeks heating up a bit as he stared at you and Eri. 

-Then you kneeled down and brought Eri into a hug, raising her into the air so she could place an ornament on the class’s tree and it was game over for him. 

-He prides himself in being a rather collected person but at that moment he lost all sense of control over his emotions. 

-His mouth hung open and his chest started to squeeze, knocking the breath out of him. 

-He couldn’t help the thoughts of the both of  you owning a house somewhere not very far from Tokyo, waking up to you every morning , making breakfast with you and enjoying all the moments you shared. 

-Then other images flooded his mind. 

-Sitting in the living room as you steadied your toddler, a perfect mix of the two of you, helping them waddle towards him. 

-Him helping them place the ornament at the very top of your Christmas tree every time you decorated.

-He could see your smile so vividly he almost thought it was real. 

-It was a ridiculous thought for a 16 year old to have and he knew it but in that moment he let himself imagine it. 

-Before he knew it you were standing next to him, Eri running off to Aizawa excited to share what she just learned about christmas,  arms crossed over your chest as you let out a happy sigh. 

- “My santa work is done for the day.”

- “You would make a great mom” 

- *pikachu meme*

-He sensed your confusion *and so did your dead ancestors*

- “I want to be next to you when that happens.” 

-Girl you got whiplash from this whole conversation. 

-You couldn’t decide if you were soft and giddy since he basically said that he wants to start a family with you or if you were terrified because he said he wants to start A FAMILY WITH YOU WHEN YOU’RE BARELY 16. 

-In his defense he didn’t say he wanted to start now. 

-So you kinda calmed down. 

- “I-um thank you Sho. I think you would make a great father too.”

-Blushy blushy baby after that one. 

-Some denial sprinkled on top because trauma but blushy blushy boy. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Okay now third year Shinsou is a stressed Shinsou. 

-A third year you is a stressed you. 

-And a field day with your now ten year old somewhat trauma free adopted by your homeroom teacher child was what you both needed. 

-Shinsou is like a big brother to Eri at this point. 

-He has babysat her one too many times to not be considered at least a stable figure in her life. 

-You had decided to take a stroll in the park, the autumn air and all the pretty leaves making it a sight to behold. 

-Plus it had a pond with ducks. 

-And you love ducks. 

-Shinsou had brought some bread crumbs so you could feed them and that’s what you were doing when it hit him. 

-That weird domesticity. 

-You were crouched down on Eri’s height, one arm wrapped securely around her small waist so she wouldn’t fall into the pond and the other was outstretched with a piece of bread, motioning to the ducks to approach you. 

-It was a nice scene, picture perfect if you asked him and it did something to his heart strings. 

-Just like Todo he imagined walking home with you after a tiring day at your agency, your hands intertwined, matching golden bands circling your ring fingers. 

-He imagined a little Y/N being next to you and not Eri. 

-Vibrant purple hair sticking out at every which direction as they would throw bread at the ducks maybe even calling him over when one got too close. 

-He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed you standing in front of him, waving your hand over his eyes so you could get his attention. 

- “Earth to Toshi!” 

-You giggled when he shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at your smiling features. 

- “Eri is hungry-” “You are hungry Y/N-chan!!!” “- and she wanted to go get some good old onigiri from that new shop that opened down the street.” “Lies…”

-You side-eyed the little girl who outed you, her own eyes staring right back in accusation as you let out a sigh saying under your breath “I’m hungry”

-He couldn’t control his laughter as it bubbled from his lips, ruffling Eri’s hair while giving you a kiss on the lips as he circled his arm around your waist and took Eri’s with his other one. 

- “Can’t say no to my girls now, can I?” 

-It was later that night when he voiced his thoughts. 

-You were asleep in his dorm, laying basically on him with your head tucked in his neck as you breathed evenly. 

- “It’s a little early to think of kids but I can’t wait to have one with you.” 

-And with that he fell asleep his dreams being filled with images of you.

Bakugou Katsuki 

-You managed to get him to say that???

-Mister tough as balls?

-Mister imma roundhouse kick you if you look at me with affection in your eyes?

-Someone get this girl a medal. 

-But in all seriousness it was a very motherly move. 

-You were in your second year, the events of the war with the villains still haunting all of you so everyone was keeping an eye on their loved ones and their classmates. 

-Bakugou was no exception .

-Seeing people getting hurt severely, seeing himself so defeated and hurt during those battles had rattled him and he would always linger close to you, a slight paranoia having taken his place in his heart the past few months. 

-You understood why he did it, why he hovered next to you most of the time and if you were being honest it didn’t really bother you * except from that one time you went to the bathroom and he called you three times in a row bc he couldn’t see you and panicked*

-Eri was running around with Kaminari and Sero, the three of them playing tag with the one brain cell they all shared at the moment. 

-Suddenly, Eri tripped and fell, scraping her knee on the pavement, small tears forming in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. 

-In a flash you were next to her, a hand massaging her knee around the area of the wound while the other one was cupping her cheek, your thumb making small circles on the girl’s cheekbones. 

- “It’s just a scratch. See? It’s not that bad.”

-Bakugou was just staring at the scene unfolding in front of him, his immediate thoughts being that you looked so motherly in that moment. 

-The concern and the reassurance reminded him of his mother when she would calm him down after he got hurt, before she became a pain in the ass *as he likes to say*.

-Without him even realizing it he made a mental image of your shared family. 

-A house in the outskirts, with a yard, maybe a dog running around. 

-But most importantly a little demon that looked like you, climbing onto your shared bed on his day off, nestling in between you two as it went back asleep.

-You making breakfast while having them in your arms. 

-He really wished he could see that now. 

-But he’s a little young and you wouldn’t really like having a baby before finishing high school sooo he kinda buried it. 

-He told you about it when you both were in his dorm getting ready for a movie night. 

-It was a more aggressive approach but you got the point of his little rant. 

- “I want to spend my life with you too Katsu.” 

- “SHUT UP SHITTY WOMAN!”

- “OI!”

TAG TEAM AY:

@the-arcana-fan-fic​ @angelwritings​ @axerrri​ @reinyrei​ @dnarez​ @storage11037​ @wolfkid22​ @letscheereachotheron​ @ezoyscorner​ @luluwiie​ @threeamwriting​ @dark-thoughts-and-red-roses​

[demonicheadcanons]

The Obey Me Brothers Reaction to MC Breaking Down Over Schoolwork

(Initial ask contains an ableist slur and so cannot be posted. Please, in future, refrain from using slurs in any asks sent in!! It has since been added to my rules and I will straight up delete asks with slurs in them. Thank you <3)

AN: Apologies for taking so long to get to this one, its been in my inbox for a while. I’m sorry you were feeling that way, its really difficult getting adjusted to everything again, I work in a school and a lot of the students and teachers alike are definitely really struggling. Best wishes <3

I think I’m usually okay at not letting slip that Levi is my favourite boy, but you can tell here ;u; Sorry

Lucifer

He realises all too late that things are probably tough. Initially Lucifer is distant, and whilst he notices how tired you look sometimes at RAD, he decides to ignore it - you were probably distressed because you had been pulled into the Devildom out of nowhere, you’d just have to adapt because nothing else could be done. In his mind it was pointless worrying about it.

However, as he begins to pay more and more attention to you, he realises its more than that. You frown in class, your grades jump around and you don’t leave your room regularly, probably too busy focusing on studying. The few times you’ve accepted his offer of help, you seem to be on edge.

He decides one night to check in on you, and he hears a harsh thud from a few paces down the hall. He throws the door open without knocking, convincing himself that he was just worried you might be hurt because they needed you for the exchange programme and it would be a pain replacing you now, months into the whole endeavour.

You whirl around, arm still raised, your grip tight on your textbook. He looks about and sees other books scattered about, the room a mess.

Lucifer makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat, raising a hand to press against his temples before he freezes, finally taking in the look on your face. Your eyes are wide, having been essentially caught by the one person you really, really wouldn’t want to see you right now. You lower your arm slowly as he approaches, taking your face in his hands before you can duck away from him.

His tone and expression are impossible to place as he silently examines you, gloved hands wiping across your cheeks to get rid of any traces of your tears. You don’t have the time to process any of it before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms carefully around your shoulders.

Lucifer is silent, almost eerily so, and he holds you there without moving until you either push him away or until you stop sniffling and drop the book. Even when he does speak again, he’s quiet, deep in thought as he looks around the room and tells you simply to head over to his - he’ll bring you something to eat shortly, get some rest in the meantime. You mumble something about a test, and he waves a hand. He’ll bring the textbook, its fine, go rest.

It takes him a half hour to get to his room, carrying a tray with some tea and snacks. Your textbook is tucked under one arm, and he gently invites you to eat before he starts talking things out. He asks if classes are too difficult, asks if there’s anything in particular you’re struggling with. He makes a lot of offers - Luci is a busy guy, but he can free up a time slot if you want to study with him, or he can get you a tutor, or you can simply text him your concerns and he’ll respond as soon as he’s available. His advice is simple and realistic.

Once you’re done eating and drinking, he opens the textbook and goes over the things that are most likely to be on the test. He gives tips, explains the things that confuse you in a clear and concise manner. He’s a good teacher, and he’s a lot more patient than you’ve seen him before.

Overall, Lucifer is a quiet comfort, but a determined one. He works to make things easier for you in the background, marking out important parts of the textbook so you know what to focus on, and offering a hand whenever you need it. Also, when you get back to your room later, your books are neatly organised on your desk.

[Other brothers under the read more]

Mammon

Mammon randomly pops into your room quite often, making excuses about how he’s absolutely entitled to because he’s in charge of taking care of you. On this particular evening, you have absolutely no warning as per usual and he doesn’t bother knocking, because this boy only has good manners when it benefits him.

He freezes instantly, and he’s over to you in a second before you can throw whatever’s in your hand. His grip is careful but tight on your wrist and he squeezes until you let it go, tossing whatever it was onto your bed without looking and wrapping you up in his arms. You might feel trapped for a second, but he has this fear that you’re Going To Get Hurt and so he just holds onto you until you settle and start sobbing against his chest. (Mammon is panicking too much to think about it, and he’ll definitely apologise after and try not to do it again if he scared you.)

He pulls you over to the bed and sits you down, a hand smoothing through your hair. His grip remains on you at all times, and you can feel his hands shaking when he asks what’s wrong, MC? Did something happen?

Mammon listens carefully, swallowing and smoothing a hand over your hair when you tell him its because the work here is just too damn hard and you can’t do it, you can’t, you can’t remember all the dates for the history or recall the right Latin to say for this one course and its not like it matters anyway because you’re human, why would you need this?

He mumbles back “I know, I know,” and runs his hands down your arms, back, along your hair. Wherever he can to comfort you, wherever makes your breathing slow back to a normal pace and takes away the hiccups left from sobbing. He doesn’t force you to look at him, almost doesn’t want you to as he bites back sniffles and sobs and wipes his face against his sleeve because crying right now won’t fix anything for you.

When you’re both calmer again, he starts rambling about something or other to take your mind off it. Mammon isn’t one to offer any immediate solutions, and rather tries to distract you with stories until you fall asleep and he can lay you down and march straight to Lucifer and demand he talk to Diavolo about this, as fearless as if he were defending Belphie or Levi for accidentally breaking something.

You’re assigned a tutor, and have tutoring sessions with each of the brothers for things they’re good at, with Lucifer and Satan covering any areas the others don’t particularly excel in. Mammon himself helps you with maths, and although he isn’t always the best at explaining it, his presence along is comforting and helps makes working through a little easier, and he’s good for taking your mind away from any stress so that you can focus without worry holding you back.

Leviathan

He had just wanted to get something back that he loaned you, a book or DVD. He can’t remember what it was the second he hears a crash and throws open your door, and finds you in a ball on the floor, the room a mess around you. You don’t even look up as the door opens, and the two of you stay in place for a few moments.

Levi doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to start, but he can do one thing. Quietly and carefully, he tiptoes around your room and starts putting things back where they belong. He tidies your desk, faintly organises whatever notes he finds by subject and piles them up together. He doesn’t touch you, because he’s worried you wouldn’t want him to right now, that he might scare you, and so he just tidies until the room looks a little more normal again.

When you finally look up, he’s sitting a few feet in front of you, headphones on as he stares at his D.D.D., either playing a game or watching a video or scrolling through Wikis as he waits patiently for you to start the conversation or ask for whatever comforts you need. You move over to sit beside him, and he blushes but takes off his headphones and holds an arm out so you can rest against his shoulder.

He lets you watch whatever is on his phone for a beat before asking in a hushed voice if you need anything, if something was wrong, or if someone (maybe him?) upset you. When you tell him it’s about schoolwork, he sighs and pulls you closer without thinking about it. He hands you his D.D.D. and puts his headphones on you, tells you to stay there for a bit and keep watching until he gets back.

Levi returns a few minutes later with Satan in tow, each of them carrying a bag with their own textbooks in them. Levi kneels down to take back his D.D.D. and headphones and to help you up, and tells you you’re all going to start studying together in the library. If you’d be okay with it, he means... he could use the help too, and maybe it wouldn’t feel so bad if you were there. Not for any reason in particular!

Study sessions are added to your schedule after that. Even on days where Satan is off doing something else, Levi will tutor you on whatever he finds easiest - usually history, and oftentimes its history involving the navy. His shyness melts away into confidence as he talks about all the things he’s done, about how he was appointed head thousands of years ago and he thinks he’s yet to let Diavolo down.

After study sessions you go and get a drink together, something like bubble tea or smoothies or whatever, and then play games together to relax and let the info sink in instead of obsessing over it. If you ever start to get stressed out again, Levi gently puts his headphones on you and the two of you wait it out together, and he smiles at you every time you take the headphones off and take a deep breath, ready to keep working. He’s proud.

Satan

Satan is observant enough to notice ahead of time that something is about to happen. You seem horribly stressed and unfocused in your classes one day in particular, and he decides to stop by your room the second he gets home to find out what was wrong.

He knocks and waits for a while, but you don’t answer, and he was sure he heard noise before but now your room is deathly silent. He carefully creaks the door open a bit to call in and see if you’re there, and hears paper crumpling against the door. Deciding to investigate, he opens it a little more and slides in through the gap.

The room is a mess of books and paper and pillows, and you’re at your desk, hands clamped hard over your ears. You’re making some kind of whimpering noise every now and then, and Satan starts to piece things together as he gathers up books in one arm and smooths out paper. He taps you on the back before moving back a pace or two, just in case.

You freeze before turning around to look at him, seeming almost guilty, and he doesn’t really get why you’d feel that way but he holds up your books and clears his throat. “Do you want some help?”

Satan is more practical than emotional and, whilst he isn’t sure what kind of comfort he can offer you right now, he knows he can help with the work, help make it easier. He pulls a chair over beside you, motioning for you to scoot over, and leans against you as he opens the first book and asks where you were struggling. He keeps a constant connection between the two of you, either has his leg against yours or his entire side against you so that you know he’s there, so that you’re permanently aware of his presence.

He doesn’t look at you too often, not when you can see him do it. Even then, there’s no judgement in his gaze, just his brows furrowing slightly out of concern until your breathing in alright and you start to smile in little bursts again. He smiles then as well, scribbling down some notes for you.

After that, Satan regularly pulls you aside after class and asks if you want to come out with him to a cafe or to the library, or he’ll call you to his room in the house and ask if you’ll let him teach you this set of notes so that he can remember it better. He’s subtle, never really brings up what happened and never asks you about it because he’s already got it all figured out in his mind. Instead, he just works on moving on from it and making sure it doesn’t happen again, and if it does, he’ll be ready to be there for you again.

Asmodeus

Asmo had decided to visit your room because you weren’t responding to his messages asking if you wanted to go out shopping with him. Majolish had new season wear and he absolutely needed to go get first pickings at it, and he wanted you there by his side.

He knocks but opens your door immediately after anyway, not giving you time to do much more than turn to face the door, bringing the pillow you were about to throw up over your face instead so he can’t read too much of your expression. He sees the tears, anyway, and without thinking walks over to you and holds your face in his hands.

His voice is laced with concern as he asks what’s wrong, and he immediately looks like he’s going to cry as well, but he just did his makeup and he’s not going to risk ruining it right now. Instead he moves over to the bed and pulls you down onto his lap, holding you tight against his chest. He keeps asking, every few moments, if something was wrong and if there’s anything he can do, and his eyes dart around the room to try to piece it all together. Your books were still out on your desk, pillows a mess around the room, and you... You were curled up against him, shaking and choking down sobs.

Asmo pouts and holds you in silence until you calm down and start talking to him, start telling him what was wrong, what subject you’d been struggling with over the past hour and you were still stuck on the same damn page and not making any progress and the test was only a few days away and everyone was expecting so much from you, you who never even asked to be here. Obviously you weren’t good enough for this, obviously they should’ve chosen someone better-

Asmo cuts you off there, pushes against your shoulders until he can see your expression and cup your face in his hands. He’s not having you put yourself down because you’re struggling with work that the centuries-old demons also had a hard time with, not on his watch, and he tells you just as much. When he’s done half-scolding you, his expression softens and he offers whatever help he can. He’s sure he can rope Satan or Lucifer into helping out, and if not he can charm the examiners into giving you a better score... he keeps going until some of his silly advice gets you to snort out a little laugh, and then he relaxes.

He lays back and pulls you down with him, sighing as he instructs you to take a nap, and then after you two can go out shopping and you’ll figure everything out as you strip Majolish bare of its new wonderful outfits. And Asmo keeps to his word. As you’re trying things on he talks through the stall walls, proposing different ideas to you whilst simultaneously boosting your confidence as he compliments you and finds the perfect outfits for you.

Asmo makes it clear that if ever you should need a distraction, just give him a call - there’s always something better to do than reading over textbooks, and he’ll throw in study sessions so long as you’re there to spend time with him. Anything to make you feel better.

Beelzebub

Beel was in the kitchen, clearing out the fridge as usual when he heard a muffled thud against the wall. He pauses, turning to look in that direction, and realises that its the wall attached to your room.

He’s outside your door in no time, and taps nervously against it with his fingertips before opening the door slightly and calling in to ask if you were okay, and could he come in please? He hesitates when you don’t respond, but decides to head in anyway, because you might be hurt and any embarrassments he’s sure the two of you could live with, but with an injury there was no guarantee, not for a human.

There are books everywhere, the room as messy as he’s ever seen it, and you’re... nowhere to be seen. Not until he hears a sniffle and rounds the corner into the dining room section, and finds you curled up in a ball against the wall, face against your knees. He’s quick to back away, worried that he’ll upset you more, but then Beel kneels down a few paces in front of you and leans forward to tap your arm.

You flinch and look up immediately, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you realise its him, and then you just look guilty. Beel’s chest hurts, he feels horrible - what happened to make you feel like this? Could he help, or should he go get someone else? He asks just as much, voice somewhat broken over the questions as he hesitates. He doesn’t get this anxious often, but right now you remind him of Belphie a few thousand years ago, and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

He pushes the thought away and slides closer, sitting against the wall beside you. His presence might not help, and he waits for you to tell him to leave, but after a while you press against his side and he opens his arms to you and holds you as tight as he can until you feel a little bit okay again. And then he asks, again, what’s wrong, and he waits for you to tell him, shaking but as patient as can be. You open up to him slowly, and he listens.

Beel doesn’t know how to help, doesn’t think he’d be a good tutor for you, doesn’t know how to relieve the stress really. But, he promises his arms are always there if you want a warm hug, and... he is sure that there is some resolution to be found, but for now you should just do your best and that’s all anyone could expect from you, and if anyone doesn’t like that then... he’ll be your bodyguard, ready to defend you at any moment. He was good at that, sometimes.

Beel smiles at you and gives you the warmest smile he can manage before tucking your head back against his shoulder or chest. He tells you to rest for a little while, and then you can try working again later. Whilst you’re asleep, he pulls out his D.D.D. and messages Belphie asking for advice, and then Lucifer. By the time you wake up, he’s got a few tips from the brothers and a tutoring timetable is being organised by Lucifer for the two of you, so that you wouldn’t be alone.

Belphegor

Belphie doesn’t know why he was on his way to your room, and he stops thinking about it the second he throws the door open and sees you crying. He’s too tired to put the pieces together as he looks around, too tired to really take in the room, but he’s on high alert when he runs over and wraps you in his arms, looking around properly to see if anyone was there, if anyone had hurt you.

You can hear him growling in the back of his throat until he slowly relaxes, shoulders lowering as he takes in how messy your room is. It must’ve been you, he decides, holding you closer to him. A demon would’ve left this place in a horrible state. But nothing was torn, just scattered around.

He’s more awake when he pulls you over to the bed and immediately lays down with you on his chest. He doesn’t get what’s wrong yet, but he’ll figure it out. He wills his powers, his sin’s influence, over you until you’re drowsy and fall asleep, still sniffling occasionally, and then he starts to work things out.

By the time you wake up, Belphie apologises for how disorientated you might feel. He probably should’ve talked to you first before making you fall asleep. He smiles sheepishly at you, but the concern in his eyes is only thinly veiled, and you can see through to it.

“So, school, huh?” he asks, lopsided smile almost teasing. He wants to make you smile, or laugh if he’s lucky. Instead you make a frustrated noise and press your face into his chest again, and he pats your head to comfort you. You hear him swallow before he pushes against your shoulders to get you to look at him again.

He’s not hiding so much when he asks what’s wrong, and he listens as you stumble through an explanation before sighing and asking if you want to take another nap. He grins when you glare at him, before adjusting you both so you’re sitting up again. “Let’s get to work, then. What subject is first?”

Belphie isn’t the best at a lot of the work, and he’s missed a lot of classes, but he’s a decent help and he keeps your stress down by cracking jokes and patting your head when you do well. He’s a comforting presence, and if you get overwhelmed again he leans his elbows against the desk, head in hands, and suggests you take another nap with him because he could really use one right now. He laughs when you swat at him and tell him to focus, and then looks at you and tells you that you can come to him if you need help, anytime. Don’t wake him up if he’s deep asleep, though - get Mammon or someone stupid to do that, he jokes, just in case he lashes out.

In future, Belphie will tap on your door when he knows you’re studying and, although he often falls asleep at your desk or just immediately heads over to your bed to nap, he gives off a comforting aura that makes the work a bit bearable for longer.

[tswaney17]

Could you make more IDBTWY prequels ?? I was rereading the fanfic and i kept thinking about it. I am very curious to know what happened at the time when elriel dated at school. ❤❤

One for the Face

So, I know this doesn’t technically follow the prompt exactly, but it is a prequel to IDBTWY and shows that fun relationship between the two of them. Also, I’m American and we say soccer instead of football, so that’s what we’re getting here. 😂 Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for sending me this! 💕

Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

If you do not wish to be tagged in my work because you no longer ship Elriel or just want to be removed in general, please let me know. No hard feelings. Hateful words will not be tolerated.

Word Count: 1,265

Azriel was being a bit of a showoff—he knew that. But when the girl he really liked was in his class playing the sport that he dominated, well, he really couldn’t help himself.

He had been ecstatic when she walked into his P.E. class after having biology together.

Elain Archeron had captured his attention from the first moment he saw her. She had this regal grace, something that no other high schooler seemed to display. She was incredibly kind, quiet, and hands down the most beautiful person he’d ever laid his eyes on.

To say he was a goner would’ve been an understatement, but it was ultimately the truth.

Which was why he was out showing off on the soccer field during their P.E. class. As the only sophomore on the varsity team, Azriel was well accustomed to the rules and the game of soccer. It was why his teacher let him take control of the class today.

He and Rhys were currently battling out for the ball—his brother was nowhere near as skilled with his feet—when Az saw Elain had lined up for the perfect shot towards the goal.

“Elain! Heads up!” he called and kicked the ball toward her.

The only issue was that Azriel was used to playing with people much taller than she was—and more adept. He watched in dreaded anticipation as the ball arced up high and nailed her right in the face.

Elain went down with a cry and he stood frozen in place, in utter horror of what just happened.

“Um, not to butt in or anything, but if you wanted to tell a girl you liked her, that probably wasn’t the best way to go about it,” Rhys mocked.

“Shut up!” he hissed, shaking out of his stupor and ran over to her. Azriel moved people aside so he could kneel by her head.

Her hands covered her face, but it didn’t stop the tears from leaking through.

“Shit, Elain. I’m so sorry!” he said, touching the top of her head as if to soothe her.

She carefully removed her hands, her eyes still watering from the impact on the nose. “Ow,” she groaned, blinking up at him.

“Are you okay?”

Her face twitched a bit. “I think so. Help me sit up?”

He was there instantly, hand holding hers, the other on her shoulder helping her into an upright position. Azriel swore lowly when blood started pouring out of her nose. “Oh, fuck. You’re bleeding.” Without thinking, he tugged his shirt off and bunched it up to press at her nose.

Elain’s eyes widened as she took in his naked torso.

“Mr. Knight!” his teacher called, finally making his way over to them. “Since you’re so desperate to get out of your gym clothes—” a few girls giggled at that. “Why don’t you help Miss Archeron to the nurse’s office and head back to the gym to change into your street clothes.”

“Yes, Sir,” he called out, helping Elain stand up. When she swayed dangerously on her feet, he wrapped an arm around her to prevent her from falling over and carefully guided her off the field.

~~~~~

Elain clutched at his shirt, holding it firmly to her bleeding nose. It smelt like him—like midnight mist and cedar. And sweat, which was oddly not a bad scent on him.

They had never been this close to each other before. Her body tingled where it touched the bare skin of his torso.

She knew Azriel was fit. But she had never seen him with his shirt off and boy, had she been missing out. Even though he was still in what was considered his “teen-body,” he was well-cut. The swell of his shoulders, the toned abs.

Elain was glad his shirt was pressed to her face so he wouldn’t be able to see her absolutely drooling over him. Gods, could she be any more pathetic?

“I really am sorry,” he said again as they approached the front office where the nurse was stationed.

She tried to smile, but it pulled at her tender nose, so she settled on, “I know. It’s okay. It’s not like you did it on purpose.” She narrowed her eyes playfully, looking up at him. “You didn’t do it on purpose, right?”

His eyes widened in alarm. “No!” I would never—”

Elain cut him off with a laugh. “Azriel, I’m just kidding.”

He played mock offense. “El, don’t wound me like that.”

She froze at the name. He had never called her that before. He had never called her anything but “Elain,” and the sound of that nickname on his lips made something inside her turn molten.

Azriel stopped with her, brows furrowing. “What is it?”

Even though her mouth was covered, she knew he could see the smile in her eyes. “I like when you call me that,” she admitted, blushing slightly.

Something in his hazel irises shifted then—almost as if they were burning. “El,” he repeated slowly, letting it curl off his tongue. It made her name seem more sensuous.

Just the sound of it from his lips had her stomach erupting with butterflies.

His mouth curled up in the corner like he could read her thoughts. “Then I’ll have to call you that more often.”

Her cheeks heated even more from the way he looked at her. Elain had thought he might be into her. They always seemed to go back and forth, toeing the line of friendship into something more, but then he would always halt and pull back. She wasn’t sure what to make of it sometimes. In all honesty, it made her somewhat dizzy.

But she knew she liked him and just wished he’d give her a clear signal. To finally make a move and ask her out.

His hand reached out to move the shirt away from her nose. Bending at the waist to bring himself eye level with her, he brought his thumb up to brush at her upper lip.

Elain’s breath caught in her throat.

“It doesn’t look like you’re bleeding much anymore, and it doesn’t look broken.” He replaced the shirt against her nose.

“I think we can take professional soccer player off the list of potential careers,” she joked.

Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

The sound slithered down her spine. It wasn’t often that the broody male in front of her let out such a joyous laugh and Elain took satisfaction in knowing she was the one who pulled it out of him.

“I think we are in agreement there.”

She removed the shirt to stick her tongue out at him, making him chuckle again.

“Okay, let’s get you taken care of first, and then we can discuss possible careers for you.”

Elain couldn’t help but giggle lightly as they reached the nurse's office. “I’d give you back your shirt, but I don’t want to give it to you all bloody.”

“Keep it,” he grinned. “I’ll just get a new one.”

She blushed again but nodded. “Thank you for walking me here.”

Azriel scratched the back of his head, pink dusting his cheeks. Seeming to decide on some internal debate, he said, “Anytime, El.” He winked at her, the most Rhysand thing she had ever seen, before jogging back to the gym.

When Elain returned home from school that afternoon, she immediately washed the blood from his shirt. Though it didn’t still have much of his scent, she still decided to sleep in it that same night—and many nights after that.

~~~~~

Remember, sharing is caring! Please reblog if you liked the fic. It helps spread my work and I truly appreciate it. 💕

Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed from my tag list or if your tag isn’t working.

Tagging: @rhysanoodle @featherymalignancy @julesherondalex @nalgenewhore @alifletcher2012 @shyvioletcat @lovemollywho @24hourauthor @mis-lil-red @ttakeitbacknoww @belamoonbeam @chemicha @stars-falling @megaburrito2 @amitynotpity @watermilanfish @julemmaes @negativenesta @thefangirlofhp @littlehoneyybee @eloeloeheheh @pilesofriles @welcometothespeaknowworldtour @tintinnabulary @abimomeopectore @keshavomit @theshadowsinger-and-thefawn @meowsekai @theoverlyenthusiasticwriter @astreia-oniria @rabia-mms @b00kworm @the-regal-warrior @mirainthedark05 @maastrash @sleeping-and-books @abraxos-is-toothless @xprincess-oof17x @verypaleninja @dreamerforever-5 @elrielllll @mu-si-ca-l @tanaquilpriscilla @1islessthan3books @fourshizzle149 @ducksmurf135 @pajikas @jemma-nessian-and-elriel @rhyswhitethorn @verifiefangirl @ghostlyrose2 @courtofjurdan @that-other-pineapple @elide-lochan-salvaterre @aelin-is-my-heart @empress-ofbloodshed @holdingon-21 @but-she-was-aelin-galathynius @acourtofmarauders @a-court-of-nessian @carbconnoisseur @poisonous00 @thesirenwashere @yeah-just-ignore-me-thanks @moonbeammadness @sjm-things @joyceortiz13 @lunaroseperdomo @sjmships @qoingcrazy @sis-it-dont-add-up @superspiritfestival @myshadowsingeraz @rapunzel1523 @perseusannabeth @stardelia @thewayshedreamed @lord-douglas-the-third @januarystears @northisntdead @illyriangarbage @hizqueen4life @i-am-probably-depressed @booksmusicandgoodvibes @starfallinlove @kayleepip @nightcourtcinnamonroll @hydraphile @texas-shaped-waffle-maker @snowflakesandstarlight @awkward-avocado-s @elriel4life @sammysamsam-27 @lemon-check @aelinmyqueen @aimee1602 @pcarnatio @illyrianbeauty @words-are-what-i-hide-behind @banana-batman @whydoineedtowriteanamehere @spyofthenightcourt @aqzriel @booksofthemoon @arwenbk3 @thedarkdemigod @always-in-a-daydream @ahappyhistorianreader @ireallyshouldsleeprn @claralady @gracie-rosee @heirofthrnightcourt004 @thegoddessofyou @reneeravengold @dayanna-hatter @mamakramer @a-happybird @elriel-incorrect-quotes @swankii-art-teacher @judelovescardan @acourtofsjmtrash @neii3n @mari-highladyof-feels @booknerdproblems @ae-lingalathynius @anne-reads @rowaelinismyotp @hakunamatatazz @fantasypoetry @anidealiveson @post-it-notes33 @cassianscool @full-tilt-diva @anyblinding @hereforelriel @bookstaninthesoul @livlochan @nooriee @teddytdr @happycowboycroissantangel @demonlovesangel @justreadertings @forget-me-not-s @libraryonthepond @onceupona-chaos @psychoticminx @jadeloverxd @elainsrosegarden @loosingdreams @xxhumming-birdxx @live-the-fangirl-life @infernoqueen19 @illyrian-lover-flower @crisdanaan

[dumdumsun]

The Loveliest Lies of All

A/N: Accidentally made this the longest chapter in the entire story. Oops ❤️

Warnings: slight violence

Word Count: 5282

—————————————

Chapter Three: Schooltown Follies

“I don’t know who she is or how she is, or when or why she is

But as for where she is, she is where we will go

To Adelaide, to Adelaide

Come on and join the Adelaide Parade-”

“No-”

“Adelaide, to Adelaide

Let’s go to Adelaide’s house…”

Greg’s joyful marching melted into a simple walk at the flat ending of his song, glancing up at Scout with raised brows. “I need to fix that last part, but that’s the idea.”

“Yeah, of course.” Scout chuckled.

“So,” He pointed to each person as he addressed them. “Beatrice, you sing the high part. Wirt, you sing the really high part.”

Wirt raised a brow. “What?”

“And Scout will direct us.”

Scout hummed with squinted eyes. “Conduct.”

“Scout will conduct us. And-”

Beatrice sighed irritably, causing Scout to frown in confusion. “No one is singing anything anymore. And Wirt, keep moving.”

The group turned to said teen, who had stopped a few paces away to kneel down, tying the laces of his mismatched shoes. “But I-I have to- ugh. Alright…” He stood to his feet defeatedly and joined them again.

“But we have to do something fun.” Greg insisted.

“You know, we really don’t,” Beatrice shrugged. “We can just keep walking silently, you know? And- ugh. Wirt, let’s go! Come on!”

Wirt stood to his feet again. “Sorry, sorry!”

Scout’s irritation towards their winged companion only seemed to grow the more she watched Beatrice push her friends around. Personally, she was not a fan of Debby Downers, and Beatrice happened to be the downest Debby she’d ever met in a short amount of time. Greg tried to insist on the group having fun on their journey yet again, but the bird cut him off. “Greg, don’t you wanna be more like your brother? Just always doing what you’re told-”

“Huh-”

“Just a pathetic pushover who relies on others to make all his decisions?”

“Hey! What?! I’m not a pushover.”

“Hold on, Wirt. Let me get to my point.”

Wirt scoffed, unsuspecting. “Fine.”

“See, Greg? No willpower whatsoever.”

Embarrassed to have been so gullible, Wirt turned forward with a huff. Scout sighed and moved closer to the boy’s side. “Greg, don’t listen to her. I think it’s important you have fun on this journey,” Her eyes then snapped up to Beatrice. “And you shouldn’t discourage a child like that.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes. “He needs to learn from a young age that he can’t be like… this forever.”

“Like what? Like a normal, sweet, loving kid? A-And what do you even know about kids, huh?”

“What do you know about kids?”

“I know enough.” Scout crossed her arms and turned her head forward.

Sighing, Beatrice flew to the boy’s other side. “The world is a miserable place, Greg. I know it doesn’t sound fun, but life isn’t fun.”

Exhaling deeply, Greg frowned sadly. “Then I’ll do what I need to do, I guess…”

As Beatrice continued on whatever negativities she had focused so intently on, Scout felt a tug at her jacket. Glancing down, she saw Greg standing still, holding the tea kettle on his head, his frog lounging on top. Slowing her pace to a stop, she quietly joined him. “Greg? What’s wrong, bud?”

He grinned and took one hand off his “hat”, slipping his fingers between hers and leading them through an opening within the woods. “We need to do our part to make the world a better place!”

“We couldn’t have at least told Wirt? He’ll be worried about you.” She glanced over her shoulder, Wirt’s figure growing smaller the farther they ran. Greg hummed before shrugging.

“Wirt trusts you, right? He knows we’re in the best hands in the whole world.”

“Oh? You mean these hands?!” Scout mischievously grinned and scooped him into her arms, huffing as she struggled to keep the giggling boy up. Perhaps she had underestimated his weight. It had been awhile since she’d carried him.

Greg cackled, holding his frog close to his chest before his eyes caught something in the distance. “Whoa! What’s that?” He pointed forward. Scout’s laughter quieted as they reached a clearing. Stepping out of the shadowed wood, she moved closer to the small red house, a giant bell hanging above it to alert those around of the time.

“Ah, this, Greg, is a schoolhouse. The oldest of these date back to-”

“School?!” He scoffed. “Not today!”

Scout chuckled and set him down on his feet. “Well, I think we should check it out. If you hate school that much, go find a log to sit on and wait for me.”

“Yes, sir!”

He saluted before scampering off. She watched him for just a second to make sure he hadn’t tripped and fallen before turning back to the schoolhouse. From where they had just come from, she could hear Wirt’s calls. “Greg! Scout! Greg?!”

“Over here!” She called back, smiling softly as he and Beatrice emerged from the darkness. She pointed off to the side as they approached her. “Hey, so Greg went that way to find a place to wait. He’ll be fine. But I do wanna check out this place. You know, maybe find someone else to help us sooner than some rando lady with supposed powers?”

Scout ignored the glare Beatrice sent her way. Wirt only blinked at her, so she continued. “Anyway, we only need one person to go in. Which one of us should go inside and who should stay with Greg?”

Yet again, she received no response, just a blank stare from her friend. Glancing between him and the bird, the latter only shrugging, Scout rapidly blinked. “What is this? Why are you staring at me like that? Is this a game?”

…..

“Okay, Greg will be fine. Let’s both go.” She threw her hands up in the air before spinning on her heel and leading them up to the schoolhouse. “But you’re gonna need to talk soon.”

As if that had flipped a switch, Wirt nodded and strode to her side. “Right. Okay.”

Scout widened her eyes at him as they stood in the opened doorway of the house. Tearing her gaze from him, she settled it on the room inside. Standing in front of a blackboard decorated with delicate and cursive calligraphy was presumably the teacher, her cheeks red and rosy and the nest of chocolate brown hair was put into a bun at the top of her head. She looked something straight out of a children’s book. Before her was the… class.

They were animals. Literal animals in school clothes. Cats, bunnies, pigs, dogs, the likes, all dressed as 1800’s school students. In fact, Scout observed, every stop they made felt as if they had travelled two hundred years back. The attire, the lack of technology, the use of language. It was all a dead giveaway.

“Excuse me?” The teacher softly called. “Please, take your seat, children. You’re late. You know the rules, ‘Once the bell has rung, class has begun’.” She gestured to the saying on the board.

Beatrice snickered. “Oh, sorry, everybody. Sorry. No, this boy doesn’t have a brain. He can’t learn anything. Let’s go, Wirt. Come on! Here, boy!” She called and whistled to Wirt as if he were a dog. Scout fumed at the nerve of this bird, opening her mouth to tell her off before Wirt spoke up for himself.

“What? Did you say something? I can’t hear you because I’m too busy doing what I’m told.” He shrugged before walking into the room, taking a seat at one of the desks.

“Atta boy, Wirt.” Scout chuckled and took the seat beside him.

Beatrice hurriedly flew over to him. “What? What are you- No, no. Let’s go.”

“Oh, no. See, I’m a pushover, remember? I have to do what she tells me to do.” He shrugged. Beatrice widened her eyes and turned to Scout.

“Hello?! Knock some sense into his conehead!”

Scout quietly shushed her, her amused smile directed forward at the blackboard. “I’m trying to focus on class.”

“Wirt, your brother could be… in trouble somewhere!”

Tapping on the window just beside Wirt gained the trio’s attention. Greg stood outside, as happy as can be, waving at them with a smile. Then, in a mocking manner, he pointed to each “student” in the room before giving a thumbs-down. Scout lovingly shook her head as he giddily ran after his croaking frog, cheering and whooping as he went. Beatrice let out a deep and long sigh. “Bluebirds have a short lifespan. You three are literally killing me every moment I’m forced to spend with you.”

Scout quietly laughed when Wirt simply let out an “oh”.

“Young man,” The teacher sternly started. “I will not stand for such nonsense in my class room,” A shadow casted over her face as her expression turned gloomy. “I got enough nonsense from that no good, two-timing, low-down handsome man of mine! Oh, Jimmy Brown, why did you have to leave me so-”

Wirt and Scout glanced at each other as if to ask if this were actually happening.

“-And now with my father threatening to close the school and that wild gorilla on the loose, why, Jimmy, I just have one thing to say…”

What they hadn’t expected was for her to turn around with a bright smile and begin singing,

“‘A’ is for the apple that he gave to me, but I found a worm inside.”

Beatrice didn’t bother lowering her voice, “Ouf, that lady’s got some baggage.”

“What’s that?” The woman abruptly stopped her singing and pointed to a slim and tall box with one small opening in the corner of the room. “Young man, go to the dunce box!”

“Oh,” Wirt glanced down before standing to his feet. “Sure, okay! Sure!”

Scout watched her friend hum to himself as he situated himself into the box, closing the door to seal himself in. She furrowed her brows as Beatrice facepalmed. “And you’re not gonna stop him?!”

“No, he can do what he wants,” Scout shrugged. “This lady’s no help, anyway, so I’ll wait until he’s done here.”

“Now, where were we? Oh, yes- ‘G’ is for the gentleman I thought he was, when he first said ‘hi’-”

The young girl stood from the desk. “I’ll just wait outside. Tell me when the dunce is released or whatever.”

“Wait!” The bluebird called out. “Don’t leave me here with him!”

-------------------------------------------------

Greg and his frog found themselves amongst a racoon, a possum and a deer, all dressed in tattered clothing. Some of them were missing buttons, they had badly stitched patches, and their clothing was either baggy or too tight on them. They looked the part of unschooled street rats -- street… animals, and Greg had befriended them almost immediately. Currently, they were all sitting on a log, just as Scout had asked of him, as the boy rambled on and on to the verbally unresponsive animals. “So, my theory is hot dogs are not actually dogs, regardless of what they teach you in school. But you guys don’t go to school, huh? I’m gonna stick with you guys.” He whispered, laughing when his racoon friend picked up a black turtle and chucked it into the nearby pond.

“Hey, you found a log!” The voice of Scout caused Greg to perk up and crane his neck. The two shared a grin as she joined the group on the log, hesitating slightly upon noticing the company. “Who… are these guys?”

“Scout! These are my new friends!” The boy turned to the animals and gestured to her. “Gentlemen, this is Scout. She’s probably the smartest person in the world. Who needs school when you have Scout, huh?”

She snorted and set a hand atop his hat. “What is this, the Anti-School Club?”

“Huh… Yeah! That’s a great club name! Good job, Scout! And as founder of the ASC, I elect you president.”

“What an honor.”

“So, Ms President, what is your first order of business?”

Scout hummed in thought as she kicked her feet back and forth, tilting her head up to the bright blue sky. “Well, Ms Langtree is still singing her sorrows away, and Wirt is still being a dunce… So, I guess we just kill some time until he’s done.”

Greg nodded in satisfaction and snapped his fingers. “Perfect. And I know just the way to spend our killing time,” He hopped off of the log with a smile. “We play ‘Two Old Cat’! Me and Scout came up with it last year. It’s the best game ever created! Do you guys know how to play ‘Two Old Cat’?”

When the raccoon only blinked in response, Greg pulled Scout with him to a bush. “It’s fun. We’ll show you.”

“Be careful.” She warned and crouched down to help him carefully pull out a scraggly brown cat, surely blind in one eye. It meowed as the boy gently petted its dirty fur. Standing straight, she walked over to a tree and leaned against it to rest her throbbing leg.

A weak meow had her turning her head in the direction of the deer that had just picked up another cat. This one wore reading glasses and clutched a small walking cane in one of its paws. Greg frowned at this. “Wait. No. I think that cat is too old. What do you think, Scout?”

“Hm… Yeah, he’s too old. But we should at least feed the poor thing-”

“Hey! I think there’s one behind you!”

Scout twisted her body to peer into a bush behind her. She spotted a heap of dark black fur that rose and fell with raspy breathing. A pit formed in her stomach as she cautiously reached her hand into the bush. Just as her fingertips brushed the fur, the figure shot up to reveal itself as a gorilla. A pathetic roar sounded past its sharp teeth, yellow eyes staring into hers. Scout frightfully screamed and scrambled to her feet.

“Gorilla!” Greg waved his arms before he was being pushed forward by his friend.

“Go! Run!” She ordered, quickly leading Greg and the animals away from the gorilla that now began to chase them. “Keep going this way! I’ll distract it!”

Greg gasped. “Scout, no-”

“Just go! Go!”

The small group ran towards the schoolhouse, Scout huffing out a breath before turning back to the incoming gorilla. “Hey, ya big dummy! Come and get me!” She waved her arms wildly, darting off in the opposite direction of the schoolhouse. The gorilla growled quizzically before rushing after her. Despite the hot pain in her thigh, spreading past her knee, Scout managed to reach a tree, wrapping her arms and legs around it. She used her feet to hoist herself up, grabbing onto branches to pull her body farther up the tree. She cried out in shock when she felt a tug at her shoe.

Whipping her head around, she saw the gorilla trying to pull her off. Using her free leg, the injured one, she brought her knee close and then kicked her foot out, slamming it into the gorilla’s head and causing him to stumble back.

The tolling of a bell rang from above. Scout sat upon one of the branches and tilted her chin up to see Greg and the animals in the bell tower, swaying back and forth on the bell they desperately clung to. Her heart dropped at the sight. “What the- Greg! Get down from there now! S-Safely! Get down safely right now!”

Noticing the bell tower gang, the gorilla roared again and charged its way in their direction.

“No!” Scout wailed, quietly cursing to herself as she attempted to climb down the tree. Her uninjured leg slipped off the branch, eliciting a yelp from her as she clung to the wood, since her life quite possibly depended on it. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

“Scout!” She heard Greg call. Tilting her head back, her upside-down vision saw the gorilla chasing them towards the tree she dangled from. “We’re here! We’re here!”

“What the heck is even going on?!” She shouted as the gorilla rounded the tree over and over in the chase. Scout closed her eyes and inwardly wondered for a second if she were living in a cartoon at this point. Her body instinctively flinched when she felt scratching at her shin. It was the possum, holding a large, thick stick in his tiny hands. “Uh- hey. C-Can you help me?”

He blinked and stood on his hind legs, demonstrating a few swings with the stick before pointing down to the gorilla below them. Her eyes widened in realization. “O-Oh, you want me to knock him out?”

He nodded.

“Okay.” She let him slip the stick into one of her hands. Very quietly muttering to herself, she allowed her arm to leave the branch and dangle just above the gorilla’s head. Each time it ran near her, she would take a swing, but miserably miss just by an inch. Swing after swing, she let out little grunts and curses when she missed.

Sighing irritably, she moved her eyes up to the possum, who stared at her in exasperation. As if the solution were obvious, it used both its hands to demonstrate a very harsh swing, stumbling around to mock the gorilla. Inhaling deeply, she reared her arm towards her chest before bringing down the branch and connecting it with the gorilla’s head.

“Aah!” He groaned before falling to the ground, unmoving. Greg peeked from behind the tree and grinned up at her.

“Scout! You did it!”

She blinked. “I did… Hey! I did it! I did it- Aah!” She cried out when the branch broke from the tree, Scout letting go out of shock and barreling to the ground. When she landed on her back, the air was knocked out of her, forcing a choked gasp from her chest. She groaned in pain and rolled onto her side, her entire body pulsing in pain. She could hardly hear the hurried footsteps over the ringing in her head.

“Are you okay?! Scout?! Did you knock out all your memories and give yourself amnesia?!”

“Ugh… W-What…?” She rasped and let Greg help her stand. He watched carefully as she stumbled forward, holding onto the tree for support.

“Come on,” He put a hand on her back and handed the top hat to her. “We gotta go.”

After leading the group into the school and past Ms Langtree to the dining area, Greg slowly sat Scout at the picnic table beside Wirt. The teen frowned worriedly at his friend as she groaned. “Greg? What happened to Scout?”

The boy peered up at his brother. “She fell out of a tree after knocking out the gorilla.”

“She what?!”

“Are you okay?!” Beatrice widened her eyes.

“She’s like a superhero. But now she needs rest. I think she might have gotten amnesia. Oh! That means we need to remind her of all our good times, Wirt! Good times!”

Wirt gingerly touched the back of her head, flinching when she hissed in pain. “I-I-I-I’m sorry. D-Does it hurt? I mean- I mean… uh-”

“I’m okay,” She whispered, placing her top hat on her head. “I think I just need to rest…”

“Yeah! Get your energy! You’re gonna need a lot of it for the trip down memory lane!” Greg scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and shoveled it into her mouth. Scout cringed at the bland tastelessness of it and took a sip of water. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s very bland. No taste.”

Greg hummed and assessed the room around him, watching the dismal and cheerless expressions of the animal students as they brooded over their plates of potatoes. He gasped when his eyes caught an object on the piano Ms Langtree currently played a melancholy tune on, no doubt feeding into the somber mood.

Wirt hardly noticed his brother shuffle away from the table as he picked up his spoon. “It can’t be that bland, can it?”

“Hey, nobody ordered you to eat yet.” Beatrice cut in.

“Yeah, but… Hm.”

Scout raised a brow at the pair. “Wirt, eat your bland potatoes.”

He sent a grateful smile her way. “Sure.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes. “You’re no fun…” She mumbled, scrunching up her beak at the forced smile Scout gave her. The trio jumped at the sound of wild, clashing, tuneless notes on the piano coming from Greg. Ms Langtree softly smiled and took over, playing a much more pleasant swing song. Greg’s face dropped his smile for a beat before giving a thumbs-up and climbing on a chair to grab the container of molasses. Bouncing to the beat of the song, he began to sing.

“Oh, potatoes and molasses

If you want some, oh just ask us

They’re warm and soft like puppies and socks

Filled with cream and candy rocks!”

As he sang, he pranced around the room, adding just a bit of molasses to each plate to add a bit more cheer to everyone’s hearts.

“Oh, potatoes and molasses

They’re so much sweeter than algebra class

If your stomach is grumblin’ and your mouth starts mumblin’

There’s only one thing to keep your brain from crumblin’!

Oh, potatoes and molasses

If you can’t see ‘em, put on your glasses

They’re shiny and large like a fisherman’s barge

You know you eat enough when you start seein’ stars!”

Absentmindedly, Scout tapped her spoon against her glass to the beat of the song. A wide smile spread across her face when she noticed Wirt doing the same. And as if on cue, the animals all joined in the song with their instruments. The sight and sound of this made Scout feel at home. Music was her life and band was a great part of it.

“Oh, potatoes and molasses

It’s the only thing left on your task list

They’re short and stout to make everyone shout

For potatoes and molasses!

For potatoes and-”

“That’s enough!”

The door to the dining area burst open along with the booming voice. In the doorway was a tall figure, decked out in a large black trench coat and top hat, much shinier than Scout’s. His pale skin complexion stood out against his all-black attire. His greying hair peeked from under his hat, his dark eyes were hidden behind his circular prescription glasses, and his thick lips were curled into an upset frown. “Is this what I’ve been paying for?!”

“Hey!” Greg defended from where he stood on the table. “We just wanted to have a little fun.”

“I didn’t invest in this school to have fun,” He then marched over to Ms Langtree, who cowered under his scorn. “I thought we were trying to do important work here, teaching animals to count and spell.”

“We are!” Ms Langtree whined. “Oh, please, Father, don’t close the school! It won’t happen again!”

But he only walked past her. “I should say it won’t,” As he passed the animals, he snatched their instruments from them, definitely not forgetting to send a glare towards the three human children. “This… this… and this are all coming with me. Now send them to bed!”

“You heard father,” Ms Langtree sadly motioned to another room. “Off to bed with you.”

In a single-file line, the children, human and animal, trudged into the room filled with well-made beds, one for three students maximum. On the way, they were each given a nightgown, Scout choosing to just throw hers on over her clothes along with her friends. “Wirt,” She whispered. “Are we seriously doing this?”

“Whatever you want, Scout. D-Don’t you need rest anyway? You look like you hit your head pretty hard.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” She climbed into bed with Greg, his frog nestling under the blanket between them. Scout took their hats off and set them off to the side, frowning at the boy’s pout. “What’s on your mind, Gregory?”

Said boy tore his eyes away from the saddened animal folk. “I just wanted to have fun, change the world, and make it a better place.”

“Who says you didn’t?” She hummed and began tucking him in.

“You probably forgot because of your amnesia. I just made everything worse, Scout. Look at them…”

Scout glanced over her shoulder at the animals who were now sniffling and sighing to themselves. Exhaling through her nose, she turned back to the boy. “You know, changing the world isn’t easy, Greg. And you won’t get it right the first time. But you know what?” She gently pressed her lips to his forehead. “You change my world for the better everyday.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.”

“So, you remembered our good times! You’re cured!”

From between them, the frog croaked, causing the two to giggle. From the bed beside them, Wirt softly smiled at the interaction, his heart warming as well as his cheeks. Beatrice watched him with narrowed eyes. “Okay, Wirt, I’ll admit it. You seem like a pushover, but you’re not.”

“Oh?” He shifted his gaze to her.

“Deep down in your heart… you’re a stubborn jerk! When are you gonna give this up?!”

Wirt stared forward with a determined look. “Maybe never. Maybe I’ll never give this up.”

Greg hummed before pushing the blanket off of he and Scout, the girl quietly groaning to herself. “Yeah! Wirt’s right! Never give up!” He cheered before grabbing his sheets and tying the ends together, throwing them out the window. “C’mon! Let’s go save the day!”

“Okay, if you say so,” Wirt left his bed, halting at his friend, who painfully sat up and turned to assist Greg. “W-Wait, w-what about Scout?”

Her head slowly turned to him. “What about me?”

“You’re hurt.”

“You know what? I order you to stop being such a Worry Wirt.” She playfully rolled her eyes. He sputtered for a second before giving in and following her out of the window.

After discarding their nightgowns, the gang wandered the blackened wood, the hooting of an owl being their only source of sound beside the three sets of feet shifting through the grass. Scout wrapped her arms around her sore body for warmth. From beside her, she felt Wirt fix her hat that had been leaning atop her head. She glanced at him with a thankful smile, sending heat to his cheeks and then to hers in turn. Clearing his throat, Wirt looked to his brother. “So, what’s the plan, Greg?”

“Plan?”

Scout tilted her head. “Yeah. You need to plan to change the world, bud.”

“Oh. I don’t know.” He shrugged.

Just then, a pitiful moan sounded from behind a bush. “Oh, who would’ve thought making a primer school for animals was a bad idea?”

Upon parting the bush, the three quietly gasped at the sight of Mr Langtree crouching on the ground, surrounded by the instruments he had confiscated, talking to himself. “My life savings, my home, everything I had went into that dear, dear school. And now I’m forced to sell these instruments just to keep it open,” As he continued, he removed his trench coat to reveal a quite scrawny man underneath the threatening facade, using his coat and a trumpet to act as a sorry tent. “All the while, that loathsome Jimmy Brown is off galavanting who knows where! Not to mention that wild gorilla on the loose. If only something would go right for a change…” He defeatedly sighed as he laid on the ground.

Soon, the sound of his snores filled the area. Scout hummed and shook her head. “Poor guy…”

“Yeah,” Greg nodded. “Okay, I think he’s asleep. Let’s go steal his stuff.”

Wirt, Scout and Beatrice widened their eyes. “What?”

-------------------------------------------------

As the sun emerged and the mildew leaked from the trees, Scout checked every last detail of the area before nodding to herself. Throughout the night, Greg, Wirt and Beatrice helped build a stage and notified anyone around of their benefit concert as Scout gathered the animal students to quickly learn a single song on their instruments. The work was tiring, but nothing she wasn’t used to. Rounding the front of the stage, she found Greg waiting for her, holding a baton for her. “There you are! It’s time to do what you were born to do! Do it for the world, Scout!”

“Alright, alright.” She chuckled and took the baton into her hand. Facing the band, she raised her arms in front of her, commencing the song. Her heart swelled with pride as the students played along perfectly. A joyful laugh bubbled in her throat as her arms waved and glided through the air to cue entrances and cut-offs. From the corner of her eye, she spotted people, apparently wealthy by their fine clothes and generous donations, trickling in from wherever they came from and dumping their purses and pockets clean into buckets provided. Her grin widened as they stopped beside the stage to stand and enjoy the beautiful music.

Her smile dropped when the students slowly halted their playing. “Guys, why’d you stop?” She raised her brows. Greg jumped onto the stage and pointed past her.

“Gorilla!”

That same pathetic roar from the previous day triggered the screaming of the audience. Scout spun around to find the gorilla she had knocked out was back and charging towards poor Ms Langtree. “Young man, do something!” Mr Langtree shouted at Wirt. The teen looked around uselessly before blindly running forward to do… something.

Before he could stop or hesitate, he tripped on his still untied laces and collided with the gorilla, sending them both to the ground. When they hit the ground, the head of the gorilla popped off and rolled to the side. Everyone gasped as Wirt scrambled to his feet. The headless gorilla sat up to reveal himself as a young man with silky, blonde hair and a handlebar mustache. “Finally.” His southern accent sighed out.

“Jimmy?” Ms Langtree gaped.

“That’s right, darlin’. I was the gorilla.”

“But… why did you do it…?”

“Got a job in the circus so’s I could finally buy ya that weddin’ ring,” He struggled to stand as Ms Langtree joined his side. “But when I got stuck in the dang suit, everybody was too doggone scared to help me out.”

Scout wringed her hands together in embarrassment. Ms Langtree cupped her cheeks in her hands as she swooned.

“Oh, Jimmy…”

“Darlin’...”

The two lovingly embraced, Greg shaking Scout as everyone cheered for them. Mr Langtree sniffled and wiped a tear from his eye. “I guess the world really is as sweet as potatoes and molasses…”

As if on cue, Greg plucked the baton from Scout’s grasp and turned to the band, starting his own song once again,

“Oh, potatoes and molasses.

If you want some, oh, just ask us!”

Sensing her work was done, Scout hopped off the stage and searched for her friend. He was leaning against a tree nearby with Beatrice perched on a branch above him. Giddily smiling, she shimmied her way over to them with a skip in her step. Wirt quietly chuckled as he watched her, raising a brow when she finally reached him.

“I did pretty good, huh?”

“You did great, Scout.”

She happily sighed and leaned beside him, their shoulders brushing at their closeness. Beatrice smirked at this. “Hey, Wirt.” She softly called.

“Yeah?” He glanced up at the branch.

“Tie your shoe.”

“Hm? Oh. Mm… okay.” He hummed and bent down to do as he was told.

Peeking over his cone hat, Scout spotted Beatrice glancing from Wirt, then to her, sending a wink her way. Scout widened her eyes and blushed furiously.

—————————————

Taglist: @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner