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iliumheightnights · 4 years

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Bird Set Free | Ben Florian x Male Reader

Fandom: Descendants Pairing: Ben Florian x Male Reader Summary: A jealous Audrey comes after Ben’s boyfriend.

A/N: Another co write with my amazingly talented friend @inhumanshadows. If you haven’t checked them out what are you waiting for!? …

Ben had caught your eye the moment you stepped out of the limbo from the isle.

You were one of the first vk's to arrive in Auradon.

At the time Ben was dating Audrey so you didn't think you had any chance.

That changed after the big turney game when he asked you privately if you wanted to go on a date with him.

That shocked you first off because he was a prince/future king and you were a villain kid.

Secondly you were a guy. You hadn't expected Ben to be into guys.

You said yes of course. Who wouldn't want to go on a date with Ben.

The date went great and you enjoyed it.

During the whole coronation debacle, you helped Mal and them stop Maleficent.

Once everyone was unfrozen, Ben pulled you into a kiss in front of everyone.

That was a surprise to everyone, but who was going to challenge the king and his boyfriend who just stopped maleficent? No one that's who.

While Adam was shocked he wasn't disappointed and Belle was really supportive of you two.

Ben's parents were your biggest supporters. "Love is love."

While the kingdom had accepted you two relatively easy, one person did not. Audrey.

You had a feeling Audrey wouldn’t like it.

But you figured she wouldn’t be too mad for long.

At least that’s how it seemed. Especially when she left school for a little “wellness retreat.”

Then the mess with Uma happened.

You knew she spelled Ben and that any actions he made weren’t consciously his own.

The entire cotillion was...intense.

You didn't let Uma use Ben any more than she had.

You quickly pulled Ben in for a kiss and pressed your lips to his.

There was a spark and energy there that you felt every time you kissed.

Pulling back, Ben smiled at you and you could tell it had worked. He wasn't spelled anymore.

Uma and Mal then got into a fight over her spell book.

After everything settled down the two of you enjoyed the rest of your night.

However there was still a part of you that was hurt seeing Ben with someone else even if it wasn't his doing.

Luckily, Ben quickly made sure that YOU were the one for him.

That led to him proposing to you with a promise ring a week later.

...

You said yes to that right away. No way were you letting that pass by you.

Of course, Audrey wasn't happy with that. But who cares, what could she do?

-You didn’t care. You were engaged and had much more pressing matters to attend to.

-Now the whole kingdom was just in your face about really anything and everything.

“when’s the wedding?!”

“How are you adjusting to life as the prince’s boyfriend??”

It was that constantly and it gets old quickly.

So you just focused on Ben and your friends.

Evie insisted on designing yours and Ben’s wedding outfits.

“I mean I won’t tell you no Evie.”

You had to remind everyone that it was only a promise ring and not an actual engagement ring. No one seemed to care.

Honestly with you two, it really was more of an engagement ring.

But that was for another day. Today was Jane's birthday.

Ben had some last minute work to finish so you went ahead of him.

"(M/N)! It's good to see you."

"Ben's on his way. He just had to finish something first. He's sorry for being late."

She waved you off. "No worries."

Then someone you hadn't expected showed up.

Audrey.

She was dressed differently and had maleficent staff.

That wasn't good.

Audrey laid her eyes on you and a wicked smile came over her face.

That REALLY wasn't good.

"Jane, go. Run!"

Jane nods and hightails it out of there.

Audrey starts to sing “Happy birthday” as waves of green smoke wash over the party area, all the guests falling into a cursed sleep.

You brace for an inevitable sleep... but it never comes.

Audrey stands before you, smile on her face.

“A sleeping curse is too good and too easy for you. I have other plans.”

She bangs the bottom of the staff on the ground and you’re surrounded by smoke.

Magic flows over you and when it clears... everything is bigger.

“Well aren’t you a pretty bird...” Audrey says before vanishing.

You run to the edge of the lake and see that she turned you into a raven.

A raven. Of course she turned you into a raven, just like diaval.

Your first instinct is to panic. You're currently a bird when just five seconds ago you were human.

After calming down a bit you realize the next best thing to do is go after Ben.

Ben! If this is what Audrey did to you what would she have done to Ben!?

Without another thought you flap your new wings and try your best to fly.

It's not pretty at first but you figure it out and soon are flying to your future husband.

When you do reach Ben...it's not fun.

Audrey had changed him as well, but instead of a bird he was a beast. Just like his dad.

When you tried talking with him you hoped he would be like how his dad was as a beast...or at least as you had been told.

You figured you'd get to talk with him and figure out a way to stop Audrey.

Ben tried to eat you.

Apparently Audrey's curse made Ben an actual full beast and not just looking like one.

There was only one thing left to do...find help!

Finding help wasn't easy. Everyone was either asleep or turned to stone!

Fairy godmother? Stone. Belle and Adam? Asleep.

Luckily you found Mal and them, along with Uma, Gil and Harry.

Unluckily, they just thought you were a raven.

Harry kept shooing you and threatening to hit you with the hook.

Gil wanted to pet you. So that wasn’t too bad.

And the others either thought you were gross or just a dumb bird.

Gil proves to have the braincell for the group when he suggested giving whatever made Dude the dog talk to you.

Mal did it to “make the conversation change”

"Finally! I've been trying to get your attention forever!"

They all go wide eyed when you're voice comes out of the bird.

"Yes it's me. (M/N). Audrey turned me into a raven and I went to find Ben but she changed him into a beast! You gotta help me save Ben!"

Of course, even though you were a bird, Ben is a king, your boyfriend and a beast right now. You were helping him first.

"Oh and Gil...can you scratch my head again?"

What? It felt good.

Then Jay, Harry, Gil and Carlos went with you to find your boyfriend.

You guys find beast ben and slowly try to get his attention.

He turns and stalks towards you all.

He looks as if he’s about to pounce when Jane pops out of the trees and sprays him with water.

Ben roars and stumbles back rubbing his face. He drops his hands and looks relatively normal.

“What did you hit him with, Jane?” Jay asks.

“Enchanted lake water. Breaks most enchantments. Figured it couldn't hurt.”

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

"Oh thank gods. I was so worried babe."

Ben froze in place as he saw you talking.

"(M/N)?"

You flew over and landed on his shoulder.

"Hey Ben. Audrey got to me first. Thanks for not eating me earlier."

Ben would then pet you.

"I'm glad I didn't. That would be awkward...now how do we change you back? Jane?"

"I kind of used the last of the water."

You look Ben up and down and he smiles at you.

“Gotta say Ben, I like the fangs and beard. Could be cleaner but...”

“Oh really?” Ben asks.

That when Harry whistles. “Sorry to break up that tender moment... but we have an angry Audrey to pursue...”

"Right! We'll have to figure something out later. I promise! I'll make sure to get you back" Ben said.

You knew he would. Ben always did.

Returning to Evie's cottage, Uma seemed to be leaving in a mood.

Doug who had been asleep was now awake.

"Wait? How is he awake?"

"True love’s kiss."

You looked at Ben who looked back at you.

"Why didn't we think of that?!" you said.

Ben rubbed the back of his head with a nervous look.

"Sorry."

“it’s alright. Lots happening. We’ll try later. First we deal with Audrey!”

Cue Audrey sealing you all in the cottage.

Then mal and Uma break you guys out with some awesome cooperative magic.

You: “Aww you guys are friends again!”

Mal: “I’ll pluck your feathers...”

“Alright! Geez...”

Then everything with Mal came out.

It made your heart break. Ben,Your boyfriend, your future husband, made a decision with Mal to not bring over any more VK's.

You couldn't believe it. You didn't want to accept it.

"So...you didn't even want to talk to me about this?" You said to him.

"I'm a VK Ben! You're wanting to stop any one else from getting the chance that I did? That's so wrong!"

Now you really wish you had gotten that kiss earlier...cause this love didn't feel true anymore.

Uma, Harry and Gil left...and so did you.

"I need to think."

"(M/N) wait!"

Did you leave on Gil’s shoulder, slumped against him? Yes yes you did.

It was all very confusing and pretty shocking.

While you understood where they were coming from... it... it just hurt.

You all were back at the cottage, checking up on Dizzy and the twins.

You were glad they weren’t awake to hear about all that. They had enough on their plates.

“So what do we do now?” You ask, walking on a table, everyone seated around it.

Uma: “Nothing. Let Mal and Ben figure it out... they don’t deserve our help after that stunt.”

"I can't just sit by Uma. I'm mad...but not let Audrey go kind of mad. If anything I want just a bit of revenge."

Uma smirked at that.

"Good to know there's still a VK in there."

You extended your wings and fake bowed.

Eventually you all began heading back to the isle before Mal stopped you begging you all to help her.

"They were turned to stone. (M/N),Ben was turned to stone."

It didn't matter how hurt you were, you still loved Ben.

Without hesitation you hopped off Gil's shoulder and began flying back.

Arriving back at the cottage you saw them, Evie, Dude,Carlos, Jay and Ben...all statues.

You landed on Ben's out stretched stone arm.

"Oh Ben...What do I do?"

You sat there perched on Ben's arm, looking at his frozen face.

You regretted that the last thing you two did was fight.

Hopefully this would be fixed soon and you can apologize.

As if your wishes were answered. Ben and the rest were unfrozen and the people began waking up.

"Ben! Oh gods you're back! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry about how I left."

"(M/N). No I'm sorry. I should have asked you. I'm sorry I didn't."

With that Ben lifted his arm with you on it up and kissed your head.

In an instant you felt yourself changing and growing and soon you were back to being human.

You smiled and pulled Ben into a tight up.

"Forget waiting. Ben, I have no idea what's going to happen but I know I want to be with you. Let's get married."

He didn't disagree and your promise ring was now that engagement ring.

After making sure everyone was alright after everything that transpired you, Ben and Mal got to talking and came to a unanimous decision.

You all agreed it was time to take the barrier down and stop making the children of villains pay for their parents misdeeds.

You worked with the other VKs to make the process as fair and efficient as possible.

Ben pulled you away for a minute to hug you.

“I know we’re still working on the rest of the VKs but I was thinking we could meet with Evie to talk about wedding stuff?”

“of course... we have a lot to plan... together.”

Evie was excited when you told her.

Ben and you also enjoyed the planning, especially the cake.

Your wedding was going to be amazing.

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telli1206 · 3 years

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Carlos + 4, 15, 28, and 37 pleaaase 💖💖

Always happy to write about this precious boy 😁

WARNING: Mentions of physical abuse, child abuse

4. Have they ever broken a bone?

Yes. Many, actually. But not really any by his own doing. Cruella isn’t satisfied with her punishments unless the sounds of snaps or cracks are heard, and more often than not that noise is a result of a fracture of break. Carlos never truly knew if anything was broken, of course, he just knew the blinding pain and inability to move certain parts of his body. It made doing his chores almost an impossible task. So he learned to take rags to tie up or bind the painful limbs so he could continue his work without them getting in the way. It was a temporary solution, but it was the best he had until the pain became tolerable enough for him to deal with.

15. Have they ever had a black eye?

Yes again, and unfortunately Carlos has had many of those as well. Equally as satisfying to Cruella as the snaps and cracks would be instant tears, and nothing guarantees those better than slaps and punches to Carlos’ face. She leaves those mostly for the weekends though, as black eyes are difficult to disguise and she doesn’t want to be bothered by Yen Sid or any other teachers at school that might have a sliver of compassion for the kids and actually care how she treats hers.

Still, the fading marks on Monday are enough for Evie to notice, as someone who regularly notes her skin’s own flaws and imperfections. She knows enough not to ask Carlos about the bruises though, since every attempt to get him to open up to her has only caused him to retreat further into himself, and then he’ll start avoiding her just to avoid talking about it.

Instead, she silently takes his hand and leads him to the nearest bathroom, where she uses her always handy supply of makeup to touch up the ugly traces of yellow and orange left behind so even Carlos won’t have a visual reminder of his injuries. This action always earns her a smile and a hand squeeze from Carlos, and that’s reward enough for Evie.

28. Do they like to be held?

Not at first, because Carlos isn’t immediately familiar with touch that’s not meant to inflict pain.

Evie is the first to open him up to the idea of being held. She’s so good about consent, and makes sure that Carlos can see her clearly as well as her hand before she reaches out for him, even just to pat him on the shoulder or hold his hand. When she walks next to him, she takes her time to ease in closer, letting their shoulders graze for a bit before she attempts to tip her head over to rest against Carlos.

And thanks to this concentrated effort on her part, Carlos is the one to finally initiate their first hug. After a particularly awful weekend with Cruella, Carlos had realized the only thing he wanted was to see Evie. And as soon as her blue hair came into view outside of Dragon Hall, Carlos couldn’t stop his feet from running to her. As soon as he was in front of her, his eyes brimming with tears, he let his head drop to her shoulder with a sigh. It was a surprise to Evie, but also elating to have Carlos finally find comfort with her. And when his hands reached around her, she felt like she could burst. She reciprocated with one firm squeeze, hard enough to make Carlos gasp for breath, but also laugh a little at her excitement.

After that, hugs were a regular thing that neither could get enough of.

37. How do they feel about small forms of physical contact?

This was also something that Carlos wasn’t immediately comfortable or familiar with as he was always concerned with the pain factor when it came to touch, but the small forms were something he came to tolerate, then love, and soon even crave a little. Once there were people, friends, in his life that actually cared about him, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of showing physical affection. He loved to freely show and be shown love without fear of punishment or pain.

And the small forms of physical contact may have been the way that Evie was able to get close to Carlos, but Jay quickly became the top dog of physical contact when it came to Carlos Oscar De Vil.

On the Isle, physical affection was seen as an obvious weakness, so Jay only took to bullying Carlos as a way to get closer to him. He couldn’t just avoid or ignore him, he was way too fascinated with the cute freckled boy with the soft bouncy white curls to do that. So instead, he initiated contact in the form of shoves in the hall, noogies in class, and flicks on the ear in the lunch line. Not outright bullying or anything too physical, it was just enough to satisfy the urge to be close to Carlos that was creeping under his skin.

Of course, once they became friends and arrived in Auradon, Jay was introduced to a whole new world of physical touch. And no one there thought it was a weakness at all. In fact, it was encouraged to show...feelings. And with Evie and Carlos immediately taking to the idea of affectionate physical contact, Jay joined in with gusto.

While he was happy to be physical with Evie and Mal, especially with hugs and hand holding, it was Carlos that always had the brunt of Jay’s attention, and therefore his physical touch. It was an everyday occurence to see Jay’s arm slung over the smaller teen’s shoulders as they walked through the halls at school. And while there was still an occasional noogie, they were softer and more affectionate, along with their tackling and wrestling. It was always in good fun and never meant to hurt, and Carlos was acutely aware of that. Because even though Jay seemed to enjoy wrestling him, it was also clear that Jay appreciated their loving touches more. His grin was wide whenever he had the chance to quickly kiss Carlos’ temple or the top of his head, and his laughter was loud and genuine whenever he picked Carlos up and spun him around the Tourney feel after every goal. And his sighs, full and deep, an exhale of pure contentment, came every time he wrapped Carlos in a hug and held him close, even just for a second.

Of course, those same exhales followed after every kiss, too, but those came much later, and led to much more than small forms of physical contact 😉

Send me a number and a character

#Carlos De Vil #hurt/comfort asks #ask prompts #jaylos #platonic!carvie #carvie #jay son of jafar #evie grimhilde #descendants

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incorrectlumityquotes · 3 years

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FULL REVIEWS: “Covention”

I didn’t think I’d have a harder time doing these reviews on my days off than on a workday, but errands and all that. I had no expectations going into this episode at the time since “covention” is a fake made up word. But I heard Amity was going to be in it, so I got excited. The spice of life returns. It’s been a hot minute. Let’s see how the episode holds up.

The episode starts with one of my favorite cold openings. Super funny and gives a good shot at those books that have that pretentious flowery language. Seriously who says “thou” and “hast” anymore. Lame. Luz tossing King into the portal right when it closes was my favorite bit. Was Eda really going to go to the human world just for that?

Also I didn’t notice until someone pointed it out but I guess they’re using Azura and Hecate as some kinda parallel to Luz and Amity. Hope Amity doesn’t find out that she’s not the Azura character. Does that mean that Eda is that old ass lady and King is that little fox dog thing? That’s not cool, man. Be nice.

So much can be read into it, but that’s for another blog post for another time.

And of course, dumb-dumb me had to wait until the word was said out loud to realize that it was a play on the words “coven” and “convention.” So basically it’s a con episode. Cov episode? Whatever. Big brain hurt.

Relationships are a give and take and sometimes you gotta give in. Sorry, Eda.

I don’t know about you guys, but I never really had a lot of fun going to cons. The only part I really liked was meeting my favorite voice actors and watching indie wrestling. All the food, merch, and art was always overpriced and from shows I don’t watch. I don’t join video game tournaments because those people take the games way too seriously. Plus the area that I live in isn’t known for being big on nerd culture so the cons are never that impressive. I met Steve Blum last time and went to one and you can only go down from there so I don’t think I’ll be going to another one any time soon.

I caught this first time I saw it on TV. Luz and Willow arm in arm. Maybe in another life I would be shipping Luz & Willow. Maybe maybe. Also, Skara in the background. I think her design is really cute. Maybe she’ll get an episode in season two. Maybe maybe.

More lore and more worldbuilding which people really seemed to want and we got it. Eda explains that while covens seem like cool groups to belong to, they also strip you of all the other kind of magic you can do. Why? My theory was (and is) that about fifty years ago a bunch of religious and political hustlers got together and tried to figure out a way to control people. Really keep them in line. They knew that people were basically stupid and would believe anything you told them, so they announced that this one guy could talk to the titan that the Isles were based of off. This one guys says that only he could talk to the titan and hear what the titan was saying and that only he could do all kinds of magic. Everyone else is doing it wrong and only he’s doing it right. With no proof or evidence, but trust him he’s on the level. The Boiling Isles was just doing fine before him, but now all of a sudden, we’re all doing it wrong. Let that be a lesson to you, kids. If anyone tells you anything like that, it’s bullshit.

Also the nine covens. Why nine? Why not group the bard and illusionary covens together into the music video coven? Why does potions get its own coven? How much school do you really have to take to learn to mix shit together and stir? Wouldn’t the plant magic coven know something about using plants to make potions? Why does the construction coven get it’s own coven? Couldn’t you use any kind of magic to build things? Is the construction coven the blue collar coven? Beast keeping gets it’s own coven? Like the bitch at the plant coven needs to switch covens to be told to feed her dog? My theory, the nine covens was really a marketing decision. Ten sounds too official. They knew that if it was too neat and tidy, they’d know something was up. Would they though? I don’t think so.

Any group that has their own stormtroopers is automatically evil. Even more proof that the coven system is bullshit.

“Distraction spell!”

This moment made me laugh so damn hard. The crap that Eda pulls is one of the highlights of the show for me.

Luz and Eda go check out The Emperor’s Coven panel in the main hall, and we’re introduced to another major character. Enter Lilith, Eda’s older sister. And I swear to you guys, I was so confused this entire time on who was the older and who was the younger sister until the season finale. Seriously, I kept getting mixed messages. I mean, I know now but give me a break here.

I think Lilith is a good character and a great foil to Eda. The fun part is that since they are sisters, Eda knows exactly how to push her buttons and drag Lilith down to her level. It’s always fun to see a stoic character break.

My finger points.

Amity shows up which automatically makes this episode better. Luz properly introduces herself and we get more back-and-forth. Amity being a real bitch here is more to mislead us for the last act of the episode, but when I first saw it I thought it was more confirmation that Amity was going to be the Draco Malfoy-clone of the series. Glad I was wrong.

We get more of Luz trying to make life play out like her favorite stories and challenges Amity to a witch’s duel. A thing she read in Azura that she has no clue whether or not is a thing in The Boiling Isles. There’s an equal chance that Amity could have just shaken her head and be like, “The fuck is a witch’s duel? That sounds like something you just made up.”

Also Amity should have caught that Azura reference from the start, but then that kinda would have spoiled Lost in Language, huh?

Again, Luz needs to learn that life does not play out like it does in her favorite stories. Challenging your rival to a duel is cool on paper but a big “Yeah no” IRL. Especially since she knows no real offensive spells, no defensive spells, is a weak nerd who has probably never been in a real fight in her life and has no fighting spirit. Trust me guys I learned the hard way. Life is not a shonen anime. You can’t settle anything by fighting.

I love mentor/mentee stories especially when they have a rival mentor/mentee pair. Too bad Dana has already said that Amity and Lilith were not close at all. It was more a relationship of convenience. But then again that would help witch whole foil angle. Lilith and Amity just use each other to get ahead while Eda and Luz do actually build a familial bond.

The duel goes...exactly the way I thought it would. Honestly. The cheating, the whole fight just breaking down, even Lilith and Eda doing an actual witch’s fight. Totally saw it coming. What I didn’t see coming was the bad ass animation they used for the Lilith/Eda fight and...

The Amity scene. The big reveal that Amity is not a Draco Malfoy clone (I only saw the first four movies). She’s just a girl who thinks people should follow the rules, hates cheaters and is under a lot of pressure to succeed. Only someone as empathic as Luz and try to keep building that bridge and try to make things right with Amity, but that’s a whole other episode.

And the episode ends with another great lesson I really like. “Will I ever be a true witch?” “I don’t know. What’s a true witch?” There are always expectations and pressure put upon you to be a true something. Others will want you to conform into a label for one reason or another. But all those expectations and labels are just illusions. It reminds me of a Bruce Lee quote. When an interviewer asked Bruce if he considers himself Chinese or American, he answers that he considers himself, “a human being.”

Labels can be fun because it makes it easier for the brain to organize things, but when people put too much stock into these labels problems arise. Think of labels as a boat to get you across the river. Once you cross the river you leave the boat behind. You don’t carry the boat with you. That’s just dumb.

“Witch please”

FINAL SCORE: 5 - Loved it.

Hot take, Amity makes every episode better. More funny jokes, more worldbuilding, more Amity and hints at the main villain of the show. Lilith was a great addition and the episode hints at the main plot. Probably the most fun I’ve ever had at a con. And speaking of more Amity...

#the owl house #my works #full review #full reviews

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oneoftheextras · 4 years

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Big Brother

All Might x Pregnant!Reader

Prompt:

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Prompt: You’re pregnant with All Might’s baby and to tell him about it you get some kind of cheesy big brother t shirt for Midorya

A/N: I adore everything about this, how could I not?

Drifting your hand across the multiple different type of fabrics, you had found yourself in the baby isle at the store, your other hand subconsciously placed on your slightly rounded stomach.

You were 16 weeks pregnant, 4 months, and Toshi had no idea. He’d been away for important Hero work for the last 3 months, ironic that the one time you needed him he wasn’t there. You couldn’t blame him, he was the number one Hero, and the people needed their Symbol of Peace.

Every time you spoke to him on the phone you wanted to tell him, but he was so stress all the time with the League of Villains on the rise that you didn’t want to put any additional stress on him.

You also wanted to make sure that you hadn’t just eaten a lot of bread.

Unknowingly, you were staring down at your tummy - stroking it lightly with your thumb. Today he was coming home. He’d send you a text yesterday night, letting you know that he would be home about 7pm.

And here you were, 4pm, supposed to be buying groceries for your home made Ramen that you had an insane craving for; like, someone is going to die kind of craving. But instead you were staring at baby clothes with happy tears in your eyes.

Turning your body away from the extremely soft blankets, you mentally reminded yourself of the ingredients you needed to get. You stopped walking. Directly in front of you was a beautiful baby grow onesie that was a lovely colour of violet and had ‘Baby Bear’ written on it.

Being 16 weeks pregnant, you didn’t know the gender of your and Toshinori’s baby, so it was hard to buy anything that wasn’t gendered or sectioned off to be either pink or blue. It was refreshing to see something that you could buy without knowing yet.

As you grabbed the baby grow and took them off the hanger, almost like a slow reveal from a cheesy game show, you saw a matching set. In a slightly darker shade of purple was another top reading “Brother Bear” and next to that was “Sister Bear”. Honestly, you were expecting to see one saying Daddy Bear, Mummy Bear maybe even a Grandpa and Grandma Bear at this rate.

Then an idea struck you, you hurried along almost forgetting to buy the ingredients that had made you leave your comfortable blanket nest on the couch, and drove home as quickly as you could.

It was a waiting game now.

7:14pm and your stomach was turning, and not in the ‘there’s a tiny human in my stomach’ kind of way. Dinner was simmering and ready to be served at any moment, you started to over think things. “What if he’s already eaten? What if he doesn’t like my Ramen anymore?” you thought inside your own mind, you were crazy, but not crazy enough to start talking to yourself.

Pulling your jumper down, you inspected yourself in the mirror - you weren’t showing that much but if you had worn a smaller top like you normally would, your little bump would pull on your top and make it extremely obvious. Instead you opted for an oversize jumper and a pair of gym shorts that were stretchy enough to not put too much pressure on your tummy.

Your phone pinged, it was Izuku replying to your last text message, “He will love it” is all that he’d said, you saw the preview and clicked your phone to lock again. He wouldn’t mind if you didn’t reply immediately.

Settling for watching your favourite TV show to keep your mind off of things, you snuggled up on the couch again. Almost as soon as your butt touched the soft fabric, you heard the doorbell ring. It took you twice as long to get up recently, but you jumped out of your seat as quickly as you could.

As soon as you’d lowered the handle and pulled the door open slightly, you felt huge muscular arms wrap around your frame. Toshi picked you up off of the floor and squeezed you into a hug, “I’ve missed you!” he yelled through the house.

He was still in his muscle form so his embrace was extremely tight, “Careful!” you smacked his arms and he immediately loosened his grip on you, looking at your face with concern.

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt? Sorry if I hurt you, I didn’t mean to” he started to ramble, a habit that he’d picked up from Midoriya. “No, no, no” you panicked, not wanting him to find out like this, “You’re just very strong” you chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck and looking down to your huge boyfriend, who was still holding you in the air.

“Oh, sorry” he apologised again, letting your feet touch the floor and loosening his grip on you even more, “I guess I’ve forgotten to use restraint with One for All” he smiled down at you.

“Come on then, you big idiot, dinner is ready” you laughed, walking back into your home. Toshinori started to walk through your small doorway until you tutted and turned back to face him. “What did we say about Muscle Form and being in the house?” you scolded him, sounding like a mother already, “Not to do it in the house” he replied in a sing-song type voice, definitely sounding like a toddler.

If the public could see their Symbol of Peace now, you thought.

He reduced himself down to his normal, quirkless size with a puff of steam and closed the door behind him, following you through the house like a lost puppy dog.

After you’d both thoroughly cleaned your bowls of Ramen, you sat shyly opposite Toshi,”God, I’ve missed your cooking” he said, unknowing to him you were stroking the bottom of your tummy again. ‘I hope you enjoyed that too little one’, you thought and smiled both at your boyfriend and your stomach.

“Toshi” you started, not sure where you were going with this, he looked up at you with adoration and nodded for you to carry on. “Come with me, I have something to show you” you smiled, getting up out of your seat and walking to your shared bedroom.

You waited until he’d followed you into the room before you started to rummage into your closet, “I got a present for Izuku and I wanted to know your opinion on it” you explained while you reached for the green present bag.

“My opinion? Why do you need my opinion?” Toshi asked, slightly confused, “I want to make sure it’s the right size” you handed him the bag and then carried on looking through the closet.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he opened the bag up, took out the top, put the bag on the floor and then unfolded the top with both of his hands. You’d found what you were searching for so you closed the closet door and watched him.

“Brother Bear?” Toshi read aloud, “I don’t understand, why ‘Brother Bear’“ he asked lowering the top to glance towards you and hopefully receive an explanation.

When is eyes focused, he saw what you were holding. His eyes stared at the top, then at you, then back at the top again. “Wait..” he said, looking back at the piece of fabric in his hand, you could see the little calculator in his brain adding everything together.

“Y/N... are you?” was all he asked, you nodded at him, your eyes threatening to leak with happy tears again, “Uh-huh” was all you could manage. “No I need you to say it Y/N” he said, putting the top back into the bag and walking towards you.

“I’m pregnant Toshi” you smiled at him, slightly shaking with excitement.”You’re pregnant?!” he repeated, “I’m pregnant” you shouted, hoping that it would get into his head finally.

“Oh my.. Goodness!” he shouted and in a puff of white steam he transformed into what people know as The Symbol of Peace, smacking his head on the ceiling and making a few particles of plaster onto your freshly vacuumed rub. “What did I say about Muscle Form?!” you laughed, scolding him again.

“But...” he continued, ignoring your lecture, “Why the present for Young Midoriya?” he questioned. You rolled your eyes, “He’s basically your adoptive son, and I’ve already texted him so he’s excited” you laughed.

“Wait, Midoriya knew” he looked off to the side and walked towards you, “And didn’t tell me” he finished, snaking one arm around your waist, and placing a large hand on your swollen belly.

You knew he was going to be a great dad.

#toshinori #mha toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might #all might x reader #toshinori x reader #mha #mha fanfic #pregnant!reader #brother deku

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blissfulparker · 4 years

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Flashing lights pt.2→Prince!tom

Parings→prince!tom x Princess!reader

Summary→ when two kingdoms come together to form allies, A marriage between you and tom will hold that bond. you and tom have to learn to love each other. In front of cameras and media it’s love at first sight. alone it’s scarce touch’s and innocent looks scared to know each other.

Warnings→smut

Wc: 5k

A/n→there’s no read more I’m really sorry Because this is so long🥺🥺but I hope you enjoy!!

Pt.1 here

Stolen glances and forbidden touches ran you and Tom's new relationship. At dinner it would be his foot touching yours, reminding you that he’s there when you two were mostly swept into different conversations. In meetings you would find ways to touch him, it could be his shoulder to ask if he was still with you or it would be a soft hand brush while reaching for a pen. Each passing day you two would find new ways to show each other you cared, a relationship that was so new needed so much love.

It had been almost two weeks since the night you and tom first shared alone. Two weeks of that built up tension and now you were two months away from the wedding. Almost all talks and meetings were about you and Tom's wedding. The royal wedding for all the world to see. To you and Tom you were on the border of loving each other so dearly, you had found home in Tom and he had found his true self in you.

It was now the middle of the day. You and Tom had not gotten a chance to see each other at all. He slept through breakfast on accident while you were pulled away into a meeting. It was now 4pm and tom had not touched you once, not even locked eyes with you once all day.

“And for the charity we are going with a gatsby theme this year—“ Tom tuned out the talks of the men who walked with him. His brothers and royal members talked about something he's already heard in the meeting earlier. His mind tired and thinking about what it would be like to sneak off to your bed tonight, his mind races at the thought of it. The thought of your legs tangled with his and your lips kissing his neck—

“Tom,” his best friend snapped him out of his daydream. Only he and his brothers knew what was happening between the two of you. How well you two were getting along. “Are you with us?” he asks. Tom presses his lips together with a hum and nods, keeping his eye out for you knowing that the three of them were getting close to the bedrooms.

At this time you were either at your bedroom or you were out and about at a meeting. His eyes watch your door but nothing happens as he walks past it, only the wood stares back at him as he fiddles with his fingers to keep his focus. He knows he'll find himself back at your room later tonight. He knows your legs will intertwin and his lips will meet yours, your eyes will flicker like flames as you try to take him all.

His hand goes to his ring finger. The family ring that was now passed on to him. The gold hugged his finger tight. At first he didn’t wear it around the house, he felt wrong not knowing you that well and he took it off. Same with you, you only wore the ring when they told you to, so in public settings and royal gatherings. You still barely wore the thing. The thing that cost more than you could imagine, you wore so many girls dream ring but in the beginning despised it.

“Princess.” The voice snaps you out of your trance. You almost forget you’re being fitted for a dress. You don’t recognize yourself in the mirror, the Snow White dress with details so defining, it hugs you perfectly, makes you wish the lies to the media were all true. That you actually met Tom years ago and it was love at first sight. You wish you didn’t meet him for the first time in front of your family’s, greeting each other in awkward ways.

But now things were different, you and Tom had slowly learned to love each other. Sneaking away with each other was all in the fun of it, stealing kisses and glances was all a part of the beauty.

“It looks gorgeous.” You turn to the woman who fitted you. She has a bright smile, vibrant red lips as she steps back with her hands over her heart.

“You look absolutely beautiful, anyone would be lucky to be you.” She tells you and you smile looking at the dress.

This was it, this was the dress you’d be wearing in only a matter of months to yours and Toms wedding. Your hair would be done to look it’s best and the makeup would make you want to hold back all your tears.

“Thank you.” You tell her and she goes back to undo the dress as you just wanted to try it on. By yourself and not with your mother, Toms mother, and all the women around to tell you about it. You wanted it to be a surprise, a surprise for everyone.

For Tom seeing you walking down that isle in that dress would be the best surprise in the world.

The sun fell down and the sky turned into a soft pink. You curled yourself in bed with a book. Tom missed dinner, that wasn’t Normal of him. You didn’t think much about it since his mother had just said he was busy. Busy with what? You didn’t know. As long as you’d see him soon you’d be okay.

“I don’t think he’s coming tonight, girl.” You look at the dog, Tessa, that laid at the end of your bed. She gave you sad eyes and took a liking to you when you had gotten here.

“I know, I wanted him to come too.” You reach for scratch her head. “He’s all stressed out about the wedding and everything going right is it weird that I’m completely calm about it?”

“No, I don’t find it weird at all.” His voice deep and thick as he calls out to the room. You jump a little and place your hand over your heart.

“You scared me half to death!” You tell him, you pull the covers off of your body and walk over to him. “I thought you might’ve been asleep.” You told him and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Mmh, and you didn’t want to come lay in bed with me? How rude.” He gives you a teasing scowl as he leans in to quickly kiss his lips.

“You know if your family sees us sleeping in the same room before the wedding they’ll flip.” You run your fingers though his hair.

“Yeah, They’re old fashioned like that. I hate it. It’s the 21st century I should be able to sleep in the same bed with my fiancé. I should be able to touch my fiancé before my wedding too.” His hand lowers down farther to give your ass a playful squeeze.

“You tease so much.” You kiss his cheek before noticing the lack of color in his face. He was so stressed, it was the wedding, the upcoming ball, the press pushing him more and more about you and his duties.

“You’re stressed.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“I don’t want to be worried about being stressed when I’m with you, I just want to fall asleep, wake up at four to go back to my bed, And do this all again tomorrow.” He tells you and you sigh.

“You can tell me things you know, tell me what’s on your mind I won’t judge you.” You promise him. His eyes are a soft honey color in the lighting of the moon, his face filling with more freckles as the sun stays out longer. His muscles much tighter as he was working out more and playing more sports. All the nights you’ve been close, close to stripping all clothes and taking each other as if you were each other’s water and you were dying. So close but something always happens.

“Tell me.” You seduce more. You place a kiss on the left side of his neck, a kiss on his Adam’s apple, a kiss on the right side of his neck, a kiss on his jaw, he was withering under each kiss. “What’s hurting my boy?” You kiss his jaw and he lets his head fall back to allow you to keep kissing.

“I just can’t wait to be with you. All of this will be worth it in the end.” He pulls you in closer to him and now brings your chin in for a kiss. He places a soft yet passionate kiss on your lips. His hands move up your back and feel the silk straps of the night dress in his hands. He could easily flick them off and like that you’re his, under him nude. You could do the same for him, one untie of his sweats and remove his shirt and he was naked before you.

“I-I tried their dress on today.” You stop him. Hands on chest to tell him the news.

“The wedding dress?” He looks at you in shock. Eyes wide and his mouth agape.

“Yeah,” you look down, tapping your fingers on his chest. “I went dress hunting with your mom last week and I saw it but didn’t try it on. My mom doesn’t land until Saturday but I was so eager I called the shop and snuck down to try it on. No one saw me but it’s the one, it’s definitely the one.” You tell him with a soft smile and he can’t help but to grow one himself.

“T-that’s amazing! Oh my god when do I get to see it?” He asks and you playfully hit his chest.

“Our wedding day when else?” You laugh and he drops his shoulders.

“I don’t get a sneak peak or anything? I don’t even get an idea of what it looks like? No pictures or anything?” He acts upset when he’s really just playing with you.

“No, no, and no. It’s bad luck and trust me this whole relationship ran on luck.” You laugh and he kisses your cheek softly.

“Yeah but I’d say pretty good luck huh?” He smiles and you nod. “Sleeping beauty should get some rest then, she had a long day.” He caresses you’re cheek and you roll your eyes at his newfound pet name for you.

“You should too, your eyes are so pale, like a zombie.” You tease and this time he rolls his eyes.

You lead him to the bed where you both get comfortable under the covers. Tessa moves off the bed and to her dog bed you had created for her to sleep in at night.

When both comfortable you roll over to face Tom. His shirt now off after he’s complained several times about how it makes his skin dry and itchy. You didn’t believe that but whatever made him comfortable.

“Are you just stressed about the wedding?” You move a curl from his face and he holds your wrist moving your hand to rest on his cheek.

“I’m worried everything will go wrong honestly.” He tells you, he wasn’t shy of you after a few weeks of being together. You trust each other like you knew each other a thousand years.

“What do you mean?” You ask, his hand holds your back and massages soft circles.

“I mean what if I hurt you? My family hurts you? The public-anyone! What if I’m not as good as they make me out to be?” His voice cracks and you move closer.

“You wanna know what I think?” You ask and he nods. “I think you’re not going to hurt me. I think you’re a wonderful person and I’ve only been here for a month but no one understands me like you, y-you care so much tom. You care so much about everyone but yourself and I don’t care what the public says. You’re not ever going to hurt me.” You kiss his forearm that’s in your sight. A soft kiss that his eyes follow. “I promise.” You whisper as you reach up and kiss him. A kiss where he holds your face and makes sure you know he’s thankful for you. A kiss where he makes sure to remember when he wakes up.

“I want to honeymoon away from paparazzi,” he kisses some more, crawling on top of you, your hands hold on his shoulders while his for arms rest besides your head. “Anywhere but no cameras, just us.” His eyes open to look at you, your face soft and glowing.

“I want that,” you smile nodding, you pull his face down kissing him again, not wanting to miss a second with him. “I want you.” Your hands fall from his face and roam his chest, tease all the way down to the jaw strings of his sweats.

“Wait-“ he stops you looking down at you. He knows you’re a virgin. He knows that your first real kiss was in the library. He knows you’ve been protected your whole life for he had went to parties when he was a teen, had secret girlfriends, had sex often times out of spite, you two were different. He didn’t want to hurt you, he didn’t want you to regret this. “I’m not pressuring you to do anything. I’ll go back to my room right now if you’re uncomfortable.” He tells you and you shake your head. He climbs off you nervous of what’s next.

“No, no, I want this I do! Do you not want this?” You bite your lip scared that maybe you had read everything wrong.

“I do, I do and I’ll be gentle. I promise, tell me when I hurt you and tell me anytime if you’re uncomfortable we’ll stop, we’ll stop and I can leave if you’d like.” He promises and you lean in close to him, wanting him so badly.

“I want this.” You kiss his cheek. His arms go around you once again and place you back on your back once again.

His lips meet yours and trail down your neck to your chest, his fingers slip under the straps of the dress letting them fall off your shoulders and give him access to pull down the dress.

“This okay?” He asks and you nod already having your head thrown back and eyes shut. “Words, Princess.” He says and you breathe out a yes.

His lips trace down your stomach, his hands large on your thighs pulling them over his shoulders as he went down.

“Are you okay with this?” his words in a whisper. Your hands tangle in his hair, the curls no long in their perfect form but fluffy against your hands. Everything felt euphoric, his hands grip tight at your thighs as you squirm and his eyes flicker up to see your eyes screwed shut.

It was only seconds until you reached your high and melted in his hands like gold. His thumb wipes his mouth before coming up to meet with you again. Your breathing uneasy, beads of sweat on your chest and forehead.

Your hands go to touch him but he shakes his head.

“No,” he touches some of your hair before letting you fall back into the pillow. “This was about you, i want this to be about you.”

“But you-” you start and he shakes his head.

“Uh-uh.” his eyes take in every feature of yours. “I'm going to clean up.” he told you, getting out of bed and moving over to the bathroom where he ran the water over his face. You smile into the pillow, you feel your body burning and you can't stop smiling. You love him. You don't want to tell him yet but you love him. Love him more than anything.

“Not too tight please!” you suck in a breath as your mom tightens your wedding dress. The day was finally here. The white dress runs off your body and Toms mom fixes your hair.

You thought you'd hate Tom, absolutely despise being with him. When you got here you were so scared and mad you didn't even want to look at him but now you couldn't wait to stand in front of him. Maybe it was the way he made you feel like home that first night in the library. How he kissed you for the first time and promised not to hurt you. How he snuck into your room every night. How he taught you how to golf even if you were still terrible at it, it was him teaching you that he loved.

“Oh relax sweetheart,” your mom tied the final knot and turned around to look at you. “You look beautiful.” she has tears in her eyes.

“Thank you.” you try to speak normally but it comes out as a whisper.

“Are you ready?” she asks you and you nod. She gives you a kiss on the cheek before holding your hand to lead you out to your father.

When the music starts and the doors open you can see Tom at the end. In his own suit, his hair gelled back and he rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited. His eyes wide when he saw you, he bit his bottom lip and eyes watered at the sight.

“Wow.” he mouthed and you smiled at him from the distance. Cameras watched you two as you got married. A royal wedding where there were cameras, people you've never even met, and it felt like it lasted forever but tom made it go by all the quicker.

You listened to people tell you how beautiful you looked the whole night. Most people you didn't know but had to pretend you knew forever.

“Excuse me? Sara, can i borrow (y/n) for a minute?” tom interrupted as you spoke to his cousin. She gave him a smile before allowing him to take you away. Out of the large ballroom and into a more secluded hall that only maids came in and out of.

“Someone is eager.” you laugh a little as his hands quickly wrap around your waist and bring you down for a kiss.

“Yeah, my queen looks like this and I'm supposed to just have a casual conversation about golf with my brothers? I'm going out of my mind.” his lips attack your neck and you giggle pushing him back.

“Technically I’m not a queen.” You tell him, your hands rest on his suit and his thumbs rub soft circles into your back.

“Maybe not, but you look like one.” He moves his hand to touch your face. Never touch her face. He can hear his moms voice ring in his head after he tried to touch your makeup that was perfect on your skin. Now you two were in private and he could touch you all he wanted without the scolding of others.

“This doesn’t feel real.” You hum looking over your shoulder to see the ball room. Kids dance in the middle, adults drink and laugh, everyone is happy. You still miss your old kingdom, your home, but Tom has done a fine job at making this one still feel like home.

“C’mon.” He holds your hands and pulls you back.

“Tom? What are you doing?” You ask with a worried face.

“C’mon it will be quick!” He encourages as he pulls you farther and farther from the crowd.

“No, Tom, your parents, my parents, they’ll kill us if they know we’re missing from our own wedding!” You try and move back but he’s moving faster away from the party.

“It’ll be quick, everyone is either too drunk or too blinded from the beauty of this to see we’re missing.” He tells you.

You let him guide you half way through the house, your feet hurt from trying to run quick enough so no one thinks you’re gone.

The library. You remember this from the first night with him. The library doors stare at the two of you until tom opens them.

The room is dark, cold, empty. Your voices would carry if you spoke too loudly. Tom didn’t hesitate to go over to the fire pit and start it up. There were books on the table, fairytales, all the ones from when you were a kid.

“I-it took awhile to find the originals. the first night we talked you told me about how you read those fairytales as a kid and I knew you were missing home a lot. So I did some digging and found some of the books from when you were a kid to make you still feel at home.” He swallows hard and you touch each cover. They were leather covers, yellow pages, crisp to the touch and soft to the eye.

You look over at tom with a soft look in your face. Walking over to him you hold his face, moving the curl that came out of place when running.

“You know,” you start with your hand touching his chin. “The bride and groom don’t give each other gifts.” You tell him and his hands go to play with the straps of your dress.

“I know, I just don’t ever want you to feel like this isn’t your home either.” His voice almost in a whisper.

“I love you.” Your voice broke through. He hasn’t heard you say it. Not in full at least, not with meaning. “I truly, deeply am in love with you Thomas Stanley Holland.” You tell him looking up at him. His brown eyes melt into yours, his mouth gaped and he’s frozen.

“You don’t have to say that just because we’re married.” He warns you and you shake your head.

“If I didn’t love you why would I let you spend so many nights in my room, why would I sneak off with you just to kiss you, why would I even think about playing golf with you if I didn’t love you?” You ask and he lets out a soft laugh at the last part.

“You’re willing to learn golf?” He laughs, you playfully hit his chest.

“Tom I’m trying to have a moment with you.” You laugh and he moves in closer.

“I know.” His lips ghost over yours. “I love you too.” In a whisper his lips meet yours. His lips mold against yours, soft and warm, tasting like the wine from earlier. His hands go to move to your upper back, ready to take off the dress before you pull back knowing you can’t do this when you have over a 100 guests downstairs.

“W-we have to wait.” You told him and his lips came off of you. A soft shade of red they were as he looked at you for more. He nods knowing you’re right, kissing your jaw one more time before moving back from you.

“Oh shit.” He touches his lips seeing the soft red come off of it. The red lipstick you once wore smeared onto his.

“Maybe you should’ve waited…” you tease and he puts out the fire.

He rolls his eyes and kisses your cheek quickly as he takes your hand to go back down to the party.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He rubs the rest off and wipes it on his pants to let no one know what happened.

A night that was the start to a marriage.

“Okay, one, two, three—“ he states and you turn around.

“Tom, I’m awful at this.” You pout. Eyes squinted and your legs burned from both the sun and the endless walking you two did.

The sun burnt against your skin, the clouds gone as it was one of the brightest days London has seen. Golf club in hand as you promised today you would golf with tom.

“No, no, you’re just not letting yourself try.” He comes up behind you. His shirt tight, his pants fit him perfectly and he wears a hat to block the sun. You let him wrap his arms around you and help you grip the club.

“Like i said, left hand on top, right hand on bottom, bring it back,” he lifts it back with you, breath on your neck, lips dangerously close. “And swing.”

The ball goes far and you turn around to smile at tom. You hated this, didn’t understand how this could be so much fun for him. But he was happy, he was so excited to teach you and promised he wouldn’t bother you again about it If you came.

“See, was that so bad?” He asked, close to your face you steal a kiss.

“Actually, yes. How do you find this so amusing tom?.” You ask him and he takes the club from you to place it in the cart.

“Could ask you the same about reading!” He groans putting everything in. You come up and grip his arms when he’s done with the cart. He looks at your left hand, the ring sparkles in the sun and reminds him that you two are real.

“Are we having our first married couple fight?” You ask with a smirk. Your hands trace up to move around his neck. His hands hold your waist and pulls you into his hips.

“No, that was last night when you told me my tea was painful to drink because it had nothing in it.” He comes back with a cocky smirk. You roll your eyes and fall into his chest.

“Because it was painful too drink.” You come up to place a soft kiss on his jawline. He tilts his head back asking for more before he hears the sound of his brothers.

“Tom! (Y/n)! We invited you along to play, not to makeout!” His younger brother yells. Tom, with a groan, looks over to his younger brothers with a squint and flips them off. You grab his wrist quickly and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“We should make a deal.” You tell him and he looks at you now interested.

“What kind of deal?” He asks scratching your back lightly.

“If I win...I never have to play this pointless game again.” You tell and he rolls his eyes. “If you win...you get to do whatever you want with me.” You tease and his eyes go wide.

“Princess, I love you, but you’re already losing.” He tells and you let go of him and get into the cart.

“Well, then you better get to thinking.” You tell him and he quickly gets in the cart just needing this game to be over.

Three months. That’s all it took. Three months and it’s like you two knew each other a lifetime. You missed home but got to visit it now that you were married. Every night you fell asleep with toms arms around you and everything felt perfect.

Maybe you were wrong about fairytales. The things written in about fairytales were now coming true. Everyone does fall in love with their prince in the end and they get happily ever after. You got your happily ever after.

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sylvie-writes · 4 years

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Bad (3): Memories We Used to Share

First inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

Summary: It’s time to move out! 6 months of getting your life sorted, along with a few surprises, some pleasant, others not so much.

A/n: My search history is looking weird, due to this series haha. I’ve been reading multiple articles about uncontested divorce just to get an understanding for this series lmao.

Disclaimer: Just so you know, I’m not a law school graduate, so I can’t say I really know what in the hell I am talking about. With that being said, if I screw up the divorce process in this chapter and/or the next, please don’t come at me. Our law system is confusing and I’m just here to write, no one said it would be accurate lol.

Warnings: mild profanity & your typical cheesy, predictable fanfic by yours truly.

Shoutout: MANY THANKS TO THE ANON WHO GAVE ME SOME IDEAS TO MAKE THIS A SERIES!

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

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For six months, you worked to get your life back together.

By the end of April, a week after you yelled at your (ex) husband, you had successfully packed up your stuff, without being bothered by the man. Ever since the night you had confronted him, the two of you never stood in the same room or even looked the other in the eye. So it worked in your favor today that he was busy with his new flame, probably entertaining her with a trip to Prada. Never once did you take a break, for eight straight hours, you spent one whole Saturday organizing and strategically packing your things away. Around eight o’clock, all of the boxes were stacked by the front door, ready to be moved into the U-haul trailer attached to your car. Lucky for you, Ransom could care less about what was his and what was yours. The dog, also going home with you. In truth, ever since that day you rightfully ripped the man for his mistakes, a black cloud has loomed over his head, no matter what he may be on the outside, he’s broken on the inside.

One more box was left in the bedroom, and you quickly jogged up the stairs to get it. Unbeknownst to you, as you were upstairs, Ransom and Blair had come home, apparently mindless to your car in the driveway, because when you walked down the stair box in hand the two pulled away from each other’s lips, staring at you.

You had made an agreement with Ransom that he’d not show up while you packed your things. He had done a good job so far, up until now that is. “Oh, (y/n), I didn’t think you’d be here this late. You should get some rest.”

His “concern” disgusted you. Now he decides to care about you? I think not.

Filled with rage, you drop the cardboard box, letting the contents inside shatter. In most divorces, there wouldn’t be this much emotion, but it hurt you beyond words can describe, to see this man that you loved with every inch of your body, kissing another woman, in YOUR house. You could even see yourself in her shoes, because damn, once upon a time, you WERE her.

“Are you okay!” Blair came rushing to your side, to try and move you out of the shattered glass. She seemed like a genuinely nice person, and had she not been a home-wrecker, you’d want to be her friend. But at this moment, all you could think about was that she wasn’t even bothered by the fact that she’d been seeing a married man. So, just as Blair tried to help you, you pushed away her hands and collapsed on the steps, lightly sitting in the glass, yet numb to the pain. The weight of the world had finally, physically pushed you to the ground. You were at wits end, and things were looking pretty dark. At this point, you couldn’t even see the light at the end of the tunnel. What had you done to deserve this and would there be a second chance for you?

Just then, Ransom came to remove Blair, telling her to go get ready for bed, the two clearly coming from a night of clubbing. As she ran up the stairs, mindful of the glass, Ransom came to pick you up. Grabbing your arms, you laid limp against his chest, willingly letting him carry you down the stairs. Oh how you missed his caring touch, why couldn’t things be different? It should've been you out dancing with him, you lip locked with him. Instead, here you were, letting the man who single-handedly destroy your life, carrying you to the couch, laying a blanket and a long kiss on your cheek. Consumed with emotions, sleep soon took over your body before you could protest and leave the house. Had you only heard Ransom’s apology.

“I’m so sorry my precious (y/n), it shouldn’t have been this way, my love.” A few stray tears rolled down Ransom’s cheek as he sadly sauntered up the stairs.

Ironic, how in a house that was once yours, a new woman took your spot in the bed, besides your once husband, while you slept on the couch like a toy banned to the isle of misfits.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and giggles. You were angry at yourself, no doubt, how could you be so vulnerable by staying at the house? Before you could think anymore, you walked to get your keys, finding that Blair was in the kitchen, cooking pancakes for Ransom, who sat at the kitchen table with coffee and the newspaper. You kinda screwed yourself, by leaving your car keys on the kitchen table. It was your only escape and unfortunately it meant interacting with dumb and dumber.

The two once again forgot you were there, shocked to see your form walking through the doorway. With a fake smile, you grumbled out a few choice words.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting out of your house ya lovebirds!”

Victory at last. Your words stung Ransom, well, rather word. In another time, you’d say our house, but now, it was no longer the Drysdales’ Household, no, it was Drysdale’s Household, hence why you reminded Ransom that he was alone. Sure, Blair was there but you both knew it wouldn’t last.

That day, when Ransom and Blair had once again left, going god knows where, Ransom texted you that you could pack your boxes into the u-haul trailer. Since you just wanted to haul ass out of the place this morning, you left the trailer and boxes behind, making a beeline to the nearest bar. So far you had handled yourself without alcohol, but now you needed some relief, specifically in a few whiskey sours. Around 3pm, Ransom then sent that text, and you sobered up, gracefully throwing up in the bathroom stall, then driving to the house to officially get out of his life. Even with a major headache, you managed to pack the trailer. It was then that you realized you were destined to function alone, you didn’t need Ransom. Screw him.

In May, you went around town, scanning different apartments finally finding one. Unfortunately, there was a waitlist with three people in front of you, the estimated move in time being late July or August. With that being said, you moved all your things into a storage unit and continued to live in a hotel room. Thank the heavens you kept your job, despite Ransom’s pleas for you to stay home when you were married. Somehow, you were able to juggle working and functioning around others, coming home to be your true self, the night normally ending with takeout and tv. This divorce had truly ruined your life, and Ransom’s. The two of you constantly lived with the rain cloud, never once catching a break and seeing a rainbow overhead. For now, you were just separated and soon you’d file for divorce.

Around the last week of May, your life was turned upside down once again. This time, for a good reason.

Currently, you were on lunch break, eating at a nearby diner with your closest work friend, Lorraine Bailey. She really has been your best friend, taking the title that used to belong to Ransom. At least she was loyal, understanding, and wasn’t a backstabbing bitch *ahem* your ex.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

You were too busy staring into the nothingness of your chicken sandwich, that when Lorainne gently shook your resting hand, you let out an incoherent “huh?”

“I was asking how you are doing? With everything that’s been going on in the past few months--”

Before she could answer, you just snapped, quickly yelling at the woman, who wasn’t trying to be nosy, she was genuinely concerned.

“Could you just stop nosing around? It’s none of your business really!”

At that, Lorraine leaned back in her seat, lowering her head like a scolded child. Honestly, you didn’t mean what you had just said and you had no clue where it came from. Lately, your mouth has been an unreliable thing, for you could barely control your answers without acting like a moody child.

Quickly, you excused yourself, lightly jogging to the bathroom to expel the few glasses of water you drank. As you washed your hands, upon looking in the mirror, you were met with a face you barely knew. Sure, you looked the same on the outside, but on the inside you were a different person. No longer peppy or truly happy. Ransom had taken it all from you, but it was time to take that back. Walking out the bathroom door, you vowed to yourself from this point on you’d try to become your old self.

Surprisingly, Lorraine still sat at the booth, allowing you to give her a real and sincere apology.

“Lorraine, I’m so sorry, I can’t even fathom the words to justify my actions. Lately, I haven’t been able to truly control my emotions and I took it out on you. That was wrong and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it, after all you’ve always been here for me.”

The woman smiled at you, despite the tears rolling down your face. Why were you crying and since when did you become such an emotional person? You weren’t cold hearted, but nor were you one to cry at a movie.

“That’s fine, I know you are under a lot of pressure. What do you say we get out of here and spend the rest of break at the bakery across the street?”

“I’d say you know me very well!”

Soon, you flagged down the waitress and paid the tab, ignoring Lorraine’s pleas to pay for lunch. It was the least you could do after yelling at the poor woman. As you left the restaurant, the guilt was still surfacing in your body and you felt the need to hug your best friend, who was happily surprised, hugging you back.

Once in the bakery, you were met with the sight of homemade chocolates, like your dog at home, you were practically drooling. Let’s just say the baker was stunned when you bought two dozens of chocolate, and then proceeded to eat half on the way out. What was even more surprising, was that about a seventy-five percent of your order was chili dark chocolate.

As you were walking down the street, and to work, Lorraine reached over, tasting one of your chocolates, a chili one to be exact. Her face twisted with disgust and her suspicions were confirmed.

“Uh, (y/n), I think I might have an explanation for your constant mood swings, the amount of times you leave to the bathroom, and why you’d buy this absolute garbage!”

The minute she listed all the symptoms together, you immediately denied her.

“Don’t even say it. I’m just moody because I’m mad, I pee a lot because, uh-”

“Exactly! Even you can’t explain all of it. Just do me a favor and buy a test. It won’t hurt anything to try.”

“Yeah, but I know you are wrong, Lorraine.”

“I mean c'mon, don’t you want to know too?”

At that moment, the two of you were halted in front of a CVS, Lorraine pointing at the store like she was Vanna White.

Your conscience: Maybe you should listen to the woman, after all she has three kids!

And so you did.

Thank god your friend was there, because you were an absolute novice in this field. Sure, you wanted kids, but right now you were praying that you were just having an irregular cycle due to stress. Lorraine, the best, best friend anyone could ask for, bought the test to spare you the embarrassment.

The minute you walked into work, Lorraine pulled you into the bathroom, giving you instructions, you following them, then waiting for the timer to beep.

Any minute now you’d find your results, and for some reason part of you wanted this test to be positive. It would be nice to have a little company.

Once the timer beeped, you looked at the plastic stick that held your future, immediately smiling when your answer was pregnant.

You were pregnant!

But the father...

Unlike Ransom, you weren’t unfaithful and unfortunately, the father was no doubt him. Of course, the one time that asshole sleeps with you, he got you pregnant. And to think at the time, he didn’t even really love you just enraged you even more. It was gonna be a while till you got over this.

So the rest of the day you were thrilled, and it was a lot easier to stick to your vows from earlier. Your mood was noticeably different to many of your coworkers, smiles all around. The old (y/n) was slowly reappearing.

June through July, you spent your days, working and when not working, taking advice on a baby from Lorraine, even visiting her doctor who she so highly recommended. Fortunately, the doctor didn’t prod around in your life and was absolutely judge-free about your situation. You couldn't have been more grateful.

In early July, you reached the second trimester, where the slightest bump formed on your stomach. Now it wasn’t noticeable to everyone, but to you, just the slightest site made your lips turn upward into a smile. Motherhood was the best thing to happen to you. And to make matters even better, your baby was going to be a Christmas baby, making his or her appearance at the end of December!

Telling Ransom was gonna be a whole other story.

Finally, August 3rd came around, and the apartment complex office called, an opening for you. Lease signed, you shelled out your first payment and soon moved in, once again alone. It had been months since you’d heard from Ransom and honestly it was nice.

The month of August flew by, and soon September came. Time passed by with flying colors and your mood had improved a bit, the baby in your stomach making life worth living. On the last Friday of September, your work friends decided that they all needed to go out, inviting you the first weekend of October to go ice-skating and out for dinner! It was time you treated yourself to something nice, so you giddily agreed. What could go wrong?

That Friday, after work, Lorraine came to pick you up, the two of you going to meet the rest at the ice skating rink. Being 26 weeks pregnant, your stomach had finally started showing, allowing your coworkers to start nagging you. Last they had all heard, you were divorced. So when they asked, you kept your lips shut, it really wasn’t any of their business. The only one who knew was Lorraine, but she wasn’t a gossiper.

Arriving at the ice rink, the cold Massachusetts air was blowing, making you zip up your trench coat ever the slightest. Unfortunately, the wind wasn’t the only thing making your blood run cold.

Most of your coworkers were out on the ice, Lorraine going out too, you told her you’d be out soon. It was nice to watch the skaters enjoy their time on the ice till you saw him.

The familiar tan suede coat made your face lose all warmth, your own jacket no longer keeping you warm. Beside the laughing man, was the one and only, Blair, except this time a new accessory on her finger. A diamond ring you could see all the way from your table along the side of the rink. His laughter made you sick, and at this point you wanted to throw up the hot cocoa you had been sipping on.

At the moment, you and Ransom were in the middle of divorce, thank the heavens an uncontested one, having been able to work many things out with your ex. This meant, zero court hearings (hopefully), a thin expense, and overall a clean divorce. Then, you had hired a paralegal to work on the legal papers and currently the two of you were waiting to see the judge to finalize the divorce, the approximate date set around the second week of November.

Feeling suddenly insecure, and definitely not ready to tell Ransom, you pulled the large trench coat across your chest and secured it with the belt around the waist. The minute you looked at them, all the memories came flooding back. One specifically hitting you at this moment.

“Ransom, I’m gonna fall! You know I’m a klutz.”

Your husband just persisted and instead slipped on your ice skates, tying them up and resting his warm hands on your knees.

“Honey, I will be right beside you the whole time, and by the end of this, you’ll be a pro!”

His reassuring smile was all you needed, nodding, you placed your gloved hands in Ransom’s bare ones, trying to waddle your way to the rink entrance. First, Ransom skated onto the ice, turning and holding his hand out for you. The minute your feet made contact with the icy ground beneath, you fell straight to the ground, Ransom reached out to grab you, although he ended up going down with you. You looked at Ransom who wore an entertained smile on his face, laughing. Playfully, you slapped the man on the shoulder.

“My failure isn’t funny!”

Ransom tried his best to cease his laughter, getting off the ice to help you up, although he was still chuckling the slightest bit.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!”

Once on your feet, Ransom locked arms with you, trying his best to balance you both, while also coaching you.

At some point through the night, the fake snow was fluttering in the air, along with tunes of piano and jazz. You had finally gotten the hang of things somewhat, yet still latched close to Ransom. The man on your side, leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I give you my word that every year I’ll bring you to this exact rink, just to teach you how to skate, darling.”

If only that same Ransom was the one you were staring at right now.

But overall, looking back, memories like those, with him, are the ones you miss.

Why did he have to change?

“(y/n)?”

A tap on your shoulder, made you pop up from your seat to be met with the stare of that same man. He slowly gave you a once-over, making you slightly worry that he’d notice the baby bump.

He didn’t.

“Ransom.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Drysdale.”

Clearly, Ransom was trying to give you an olive branch, but at the moment, you just weren’t accepting it.

“I asked you first, (y/l/n).”

“Work.”

Your voice was monotone and Ransom gave a slight hum of acknowledgment.

“Nice. Well uh- it was nice seeing you.”

Nervously, Ransom waved you goodbye, heading back to Blair who was removing her ice skates. You took notice how she was struggling and Ransom wasn’t down on his knees helping her as he did you. It did your ego good to see that your husband hadn’t completely replaced you. There was a difference between you and Blair. Ransom actually loved you, like the “die for you” kind of love. While Blair, on the other hand, was honestly there to fill the whole in his heart.

It did intrigue you though as to why Ransom wasn’t being an arrogant jerk to you, yet he was being humble? None of it added up, but before you could do any more mental acrobatics, Lorraine came over, asking you to come ice skate, to which you smiled and put on your skates.

Tonight was about you, not him.

Something you hadn’t said in a long time.

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Doodlewash April 2021 prompt 17: Rooster

Gladiolas and cockscomb are lucky flowers for those born in the year of the rooster. But Tommy is a monkey so everything else is vaguely derived from that. Again like all these one word prompts, the tenuous at best.

Reminder 93-10-01 = Tommy 83-11-03 = Hannahxxrose 93-08-02 = CupToast/Crumb

And 5up’s surname is now Nicchi because it means shell and I was very amused by the whole 5ea bit.

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Ranboo was stressed. It had been two and a half months since he’d last seen Tommy - and it had been a month since he’d been back at The Golden Bloom, but that was a good thing and not the point.

Ranboo was going stir crazy. And honestly, school was boring without Tommy next to him. Ranboo didn’t know whether he’d rather be missing Tommy, or scared for him – and Ranboo was both.

His buttercups were coming along nicely. Take care of them was really the only thing getting him through the days. Buttercups and homework. Ranboo needed to see someone else outside of school. He didn’t really have a reason to go to The Golden Bloom. But he still had some spending money, and he hadn’t seen Aunt Sally in a while. Maybe he should go visit.

Ranboo got up. That’s what he’d do. Maybe he’d even get to see Fundy.

Now what to bring his Aunt?

Flowers?

Might as well take a trip to see Elaina.

“Good morning Miss Exe.”

“Hello Ranboo. How are your buttercups?”

“Still alive.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“I was wondering if you could help me make a bouquet for my Aunt Sally.”

“Of course. When did you need it for?”

“Soon?”

Elaina clapped him on the shoulder with a smile and brought him over to the flower isles to pick a few. After half an hour, Elaina and Ranboo had settled on a combination of gladiola, cockscomb, chrysanthemums and a few crape myrtle stems – with blooms in the reds.

Elaina wrapped them in light brown packing paper. She counted flowers and gave Ranboo a 5% discount because she could. “$36 please.”

“Thank you Miss Exe.”

“Of course. Your Aunt will love them.”

“She will.”

Ranboo rang the bell at the foyer of Sally’s apartment building in District 5.

“Name and purpose?”

“Ranboo. I’m here to see my Aunt Sally in apartment 1226.”

He waited another minute before he was buzzed in. He took a calming breath in the elevator. What was he even going to tell his Aunt? That Tommy had been missing for two months and he hadn’t said anything? That wouldn’t go over well. Shit. He should have gotten cupcakes.

He went to apartment 1226 and – now or never – knocked. “I brought you flowers,” he rushed when the door opened.

“Aw thank you Ranboo. The front desk didn’t say anything about flowers when they told me you were here!”

“They’re nice like that.”

“Come in come in. I was just making some spaghetti.”

“Ooh! I love spaghetti!”

“I know. Happy coincidences.” Sally removed the paper from the flowers and dropped them in a vase. “Where’s that friend of yours?”

“Uhm.” Ranboo’s eyes darted anywhere but his Aunt’s face. “Fine?”

“Where, not how?”

“I don’t know?”

“You don’t know? Then how is he fine?”

“There was a question park after I said he was fine?”

“Ranboo.”

“It’s fine. Let’s just eat.” Ranboo walked passed her to the kitchen. He went and made himself a glass of water. Sally followed him back to the stove.

Sally could see that Ranboo didn’t want to talk about it. She hoped he and Tommy hadn’t had a fight. “Fundy is doing well at Hero Academy.”

“That’s good. Is he making friends?”

“Yes. Wilbur from District 1 has taken him in.”

“Wilbur? Wilbur Craft? Son of the dude in charge of everything Hero HQ?”

“Yes,” Sally laughed. “He’s a few years older and has really taken to Fundy.”

“Good of him.”

“Very. He’s actually at a banquet with the Hero Academy at the Craft’s dinner hall.”

“Who needs a dinner hall?”

“No us.” Sally handed Ranboo a plate. “Food’s ready.”

“Thank you Aunt Sally.”

When Ranboo was washing the dishes Sally decided to bring up Tommy again. “So how’s your friend?”

“Tommy.”

“How’s Tommy?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in about two months. He has so much overdue homework.”

“Homework?”

“I know.” Ranboo’s head dropped forward. “It’s either worry about his grades, or worry that he’s dead in a ditch.”

“Yeah that’s worse.”

“He’ll pop up again. It’s impossible to keep Tommy down.”

Sally rubbed Ranboo’s shoulder. “Anything I can do?”

“No. I’m fine. Tommy’s fine. He has to be.”

- - -

At the exact moment in the warehouse at 1889 Coral Lane.

“Hey hey, Crumb Crumb.” Tommy brushed the hair out of her face. “You’re fine. You’re okay. You won your fight. And the other kid isn’t even hurt.”

Crumb squeezed Tommy’s biceps really hard, making him wince. She shook her head.

“It could always be worse.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“You’re okay.”

“Okay.”

“93-08-02. Come along now. 93-10-01 needs to go to the ring now,” one of the guards on standby said.

Crumb’s grip tightened.

“Hey hey, Crumb. 83-11-03 is over there. You know her right? She was in the van with us?”

Crumb nodded.

“Go on. You don’t need to watch me.”

“Okay.”

Tommy shot the guard his puppy dog eyes. The guard nodded to one of the colleagues.

“Mr. Nicchi Jr.”

“Evening.”

“If I could take 83-11-03 off your hands?”

“Of course.” 5up handed the man a stack of cash. “$1000 on 83-11-03’s victory this evening. After a chat I have faith in her ability.”

83-11-03 stayed impassive. If Tommy trust this guy then she had too. Hannah had come to trust Tommy since coming to the warehouse. And Mr. Nicchi still had a role to play.

The guards brought Hannah over and she helped Tommy pry Crumb off of him. The warehouse wasn’t doing Crumb any favours. At least Tommy and Hannah were prepped for this type of thing.

Hannah and Crumb went to the side lines with the night’s other fighters.

Tommy went to the ring. Tonight was a one on one fight; easier on his peripheral vision. He would be fine. He always was. Much like Crumb he’d be winning tonight.

But unlike Crumb, his opponent wouldn’t look as pretty in the end.

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 6 Part 4

Hello, and let me once again introduce you to the whimsical world of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

As Luz glanced back between Amity’s pale face, and Willow’s nearly bursting rage, the pieces started coming together. With widened eyes, she said, “Wow. She didn’t remember you at all? That is cold.” She shook her head, her cautious respect for the ambitious woman having taken a hit. She bit her lip. “Are you two going to be okay?” She hesitantly asked, her and Gus looking concerned at the reactions of the two girls.

“I-!” Willow started, before pausing, the anger draining out of her face. “I’ll be fine. They aren’t worth the effort.” She said, sounding exhausted and drained. She sighed, smoothing out her dress. “Let’s just get this night over with.”

“Indeed, let’s.” Amity stated, face regaining some hints of color. With that awkward moment finally passing, the group headed into what they assumed was the room Amity had staked out to host the Moonlight Conjuring in. Before too long, the rest of the guests had started coming in: Amelia, Cat, Selena, Bo, and Skara. There weren't many, but they came all the same.

The girls froze upon seeing Luz, Amelia audibly gulping at the sight of her. The group frantically glanced back and forth between Luz in front of them, and Skara, situated at the back. Luz resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing it wouldn’t help any. She sighed, “Okay, look, I’m not going to assume I know why you’re all freaked out over me being here, though I do have a guess. I’m the security you were promised, and as long as I’m here, I’ll keep you all safe. Okay?” She finished, a note of hesitance in her voice.

“During the attack, someone I cared about was killed.”

The group turned towards Skara, staring straight at Luz, a blank, empty look in her eyes. Bo reached out, only for her arm to be gently pushed away. She stepped forward. “His name was Batthew. He wasn’t the smartest guy in the world, and he always went overboard. And now he’s dead.” Her voice sounded hollow, like she had no hope, no joy inside of her at all.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Luz said softly. If Skara was going to blame her for her friend’s death, she wouldn’t fight it.

Skara lightly shook her head. “Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault those maniacs killed him.” She stated, getting bewildered looks from all. Tears started to prick at the corners of Skara’s eyes. “All I want to say is thank you for avenging him. Even if you didn’t fight his killer, you helped stop those sickos, and prevented any more people from feeling the hurt I felt.”

Luz blinked, feeling some measure of relief that she didn’t hate her. That relief quickly shifted to guilt when she reminded herself Skara was grateful for stopping the people who had killed her crush/boyfriend. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve seen the kind of things the Black Dogs get up to when allowed to rampage.” She shuddered at the mental image. “I was more than glad to stop them.” She said gravely. She and Skara shared a solemn nod at her words.

With that, the tension seemed to bleed out of the room. Amity’s friends were still noticeably nervous around Luz, but it wasn’t anything too bad, and a few, such as Bo, even made an active effort to talk and interact with her.

“No way! Humans don’t have healing magic!?” Bo exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.

“Well, sorta,” Luz said sheepishly, scratching her head in embarrassment. “Back in the old days, it was a pretty common tactic of warring groups to attack enemy healers to deprive the opposition of their skills, as well as destroying information sources when capturing them wasn’t an option. Because of that, a lot of forms of magic and magical arts were all but lost, including Healing.” She finished, a soft frown on her face.

“Oh my Titan, that must be horrible!” Bo said, heart aching in sympathy of those whose lives were lost because they didn’t have access to healing magic.

“Yeah, I was honestly a little shocked when I learned that the Isles had healing magic.” Luz chuckled, arms crossed over her chest. “Still, efforts have been made to bring back Healing Magic, with assistance from those practitioners still alive in the world. Last I heard, Fiore, my home country, had actually established a school exclusively for the study and research of Healing Magic!”

“Well that’s a relief,” Bo sighed. “It might’ve come late, but at least it’s there now, and people can go get treatment when they need it, right?” She inquired.

“Yeah.” Luz said, cracking a sad grin. “Just wish it had come a little sooner.” She muttered.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing!”

Willow and Amelia were currently having a discussion about Plants. By all accounts, Willow was giving Amelia some pointers for upcoming assignments, particularly those dealing with more aggressive breeds of plants. Amelia frantically scribbled down the tips and suggestions Willow offered.

“Good, good, I can work with this!” Amelia excitedly exclaimed, relief and joy shining in her eyes. She turned to Willow, an embarrassed smile on her face. “You are seriously amazing at this!”

“It’s just some stuff I’ve pieced together in my free time.” Willow shrugged noncommittally. “I’m happy to share it if people think they need it, I just don’t see anything really special about it.”

Amelia gave a rueful grin, shaking her head. “And that’s why it’s so incredible! You figured all this stuff out on your own, when it took actual, fully-trained adults years to discover this stuff!” She gave Willow a sad smile. “You really are amazing.”

Willow averted her eyes, uncomfortable. Amelia may not have been as… aggressive as Boscha was at even her best, but she was still part of the group that made her school life difficult. But… Willow couldn’t find it in her to stay mad at the girl. She certainly didn’t like her, but she didn’t dislike her either. “Thanks, I guess?” She ultimately mumbled out.

Amelia briefly searched Willow’s face in confusion, before sighing in realization. “Look, Willow? About the whole ‘Half-a-Witch’ thing…” She started, proceeding carefully at Willow’s sharp look.

“Yeah?” Willow drawled, hackles raised.

Amelia bit her lip slightly, before continuing. “I’m sorry. It was a seriously lame thing to do, and to let Boscha and Amity get away with. Even if we weren’t friends, we could’ve done something to try and make things easier for you, but we just went along with it because it was easier.” She turned clear eyes towards Willow’s suspicious gaze. “It may not mean much now, but I will try and make things up to you. If that’s okay with you?” She gave a hopeful smile.

Willow mulled it over… but she didn’t feel any suspicions rousing at Amelia’s words. Sighing, she finally said, “I’m willing to give you a chance. I really don’t know how to feel about you and the others here.” She glanced over at Luz and Bo. “I honestly only came because my parents insisted, and because Gus and Luz were going to be here. But, if you really are serious about being sorry,” She gave a hesitant grin. “I’m willing to let bygones be bygones.” The two shared a nervous laugh. A thought came to Willow. “Hey, do you know why Boscha isn’t here?” She asked.

Amelia gave a snort. “Amity didn’t invite her, and considering how she’s been acting, that’s probably for the best.” She explained, getting a look of mixed confusion and concern from Willow. She elaborated, “Boscha basically screamed her head off at Skara and sent her into tears after she burned her, and she’s been avoiding everyone ever since. And between her and Skara, every one of us chose to stick by Skara.” She finished. Willow pondered the topic. As much as Boscha had caused her grief and some heartache over the years, she didn’t wish that kind of loneliness on anyone. She’d probably talk about it with Luz later.

Gus was surprisingly hitting it off rather well with Cat and Skara. Cat had basically volunteered to be Skara’s backup nurse for when Bo wasn’t around or when Bo just needed to take a break for herself. Skara frankly thought Gus was hilarious, even if she wasn’t really in a laughing mood, as his energy and nervousness gave him a unique air to him.

“-And so yeah, Bo’s a member of the HAS!” Gus finished explaining, getting a look of shared amusement from his conversation partners. “I mean, I guess with everything that’s happened, our group and the Human Roleplay Society is gonna get a lot of dirty looks after the attack.” He concluded, a look of bashfulness and sadness filling his features.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to join the HAS to send a message.” Skara remarked, getting an incredulous look from Gus, and a snort of amusement from Cat. “I’m serious! You shouldn’t be getting harassed because of what someone else did. Plus,” She gave a nervous smile, “It’ll let me hang out with Bo more often.”

“Well, I’m never one to turn away new members!” Gus excitedly cheered.

“I’ll bet.” Cat remarked sardonically, giving a loose shrug.

Unbeknownst to any of the guests, Amity had slipped away, stalking through her home on the search for her parents. The scowl on her face would’ve sent even the toughest of the Isles’ residents backpedalling. She roughly shoved her way past the assorted Abomination servants, utterly unwilling to deal with even the slightest of delays. Eventually, she made it to her father’s workshop, him STILL tinkering over his pet project, her mother calmly sipping her tea next to him while going over some of the paperwork from the family business. “Mother, Father.” She said with tightly controlled politeness.

“Ah, Mittens! How is the party going?” Her mother cordially asked, while her father gave a grunt of acknowledgement as to her presence. Odalia stood up, moving closer, pulling Amity to her side. “I must say, I am most impressed, sweety! Cultivating new relationships for the future with exceptional individuals, a stroke of brilliance!” She said, a proud smile across her face.

“Thank you.” Amity bit out, before continuing, “But what I actually came to talk to you about is-”

“MITTENS!!” Emira’s voice rang out, accompanied by frantic pounding. “GET ME AND ED OUT OF HERE!!!”

Amity turned a confused glance towards Odalia. “Emira was rather adamant about supervising your Conjuring, and when I tried to put my foot down, she… objected, rather aggressively. I had to seal her and Edric in the panic room so they wouldn’t get up to any mischief.” Her mother sheepishly explained, looking both pleased and annoyed at the ferocity her eldest daughter had displayed.

“I can understand locking up Emira,” Amity stated, quirking an eyebrow. “But why Edric?”

“Mittens, we both know he would free her in a heartbeat, if for no other reason than because it is Emira.” Odalia drolly stated, causing a brief moment of solidarity to pass between the two. Yes, they were both very familiar with Edric’s peculiarities and the sheer depth of his loyalty to his twin. “Now, what is it you wished to speak with me about, Mittens?” Odalia finally asked, getting back on track.

Amity breathed in deep, forcibly holding back her anger. “When you spoke with Willow, you implied that you only knew her through our confrontation at school, would that be accurate?” She tersely asked, getting a look of baffled surprise from Odalia, and a raised brow from Alador.

“Well, yes! Where else would I know her from?” Odalia rhetorically asked, a note of borderline condescension coloring her voice.

“Hmm… I must say, that name does seem familiar, but I can’t recall from where.” Alador muttered.

Amity’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Here’s a hint. My fifth birthday.”

“What does that have to do with anything!?” Odalia demanded in bewilderment, even as Alador mulled the hint over.

Alador snapped his fingers in realization. “Ah yes! Now I remember! Willow was the name of one of Amity’s playmates when she was little. When we noticed that she wasn’t developing as fast as her peers, we had Amity sever ties at her… fifth… birthday- oh.” He said, his usual tired expression widening into pale realization, even as Odalia’s own face shifted into horrified realization as the implications sunk in.

“Yes, oh.” Amity echoed, a look of bitter amusement on her face. She turned on her heel. “That was all the confirmation I needed. I believe that I will spend the remainder of the evening seeing to my guests. Mother, father.” And with that, she power-walked away, ignoring her mother’s cries to come back, to talk things over, as if she would. Amity ripped her necklace off, shoving it into her pocket, in no mood to hear her mother’s voice in her head tonight. Yet another blotch had appeared in her mental image of her parents. It was honestly mostly a black smear at this point anyway.

Eda glanced out at the sky, seeing that the Night Market was about to open, if the encroaching darkness was a solid indicator. She called over her shoulder, “Come on, King! We’ve got a shady seller to see about some potions!”

“Weh! I’m ready to go!” King cried, running up to her side, putting on a look of fierce (adorable) determination. She cracked a smirk at that. The two headed out, giving Hooty permission to use any and all means to defend the house in their absence, prompting a delighted shout of excitement from the friendly, if annoying, House Demon. Neither noticed, the heavy figure moving through the branches of the trees, stalking them on their approach to town, nor its bloodthirsty grin.

Luz glanced up from her discussion with Skara at Amity’s arrival to the room. “Hey Blight!” She cheerfully called out, only for her expression to shift into concern at Amity’s gloomy demeanor. “Something wrong?”

Amity sighed, waving off her concern. “It’s nothing, just an unpleasant talk with my parents.”

“Oh no, are they kicking us out!?” Gus exclaimed, a look of panicked despair crossing his face. He turned to Willow, clinging to her dress. “This is it! The moment of hopelessness as our dreams are dashed to pieces! Willow my friend, it was fun while it lasted!” He cried, sobbing into her dress, much to Willow’s exhaustion.

“What!?” Amity asked, baffled, before shaking it off. “No, you’re not getting kicked out, I just had something unpleasant confirmed. Please, you’re free to stay.” She said, bemused at the cheer of relief Gus let out, even as Luz and Willow shook their heads in amusement at his antics.

“Well, I guess it’s about time for me to start doing the job you recruited me for.” Luz said with a joking tone, heading for the door. She flicked a finger gun towards the group. “Save me some snacks for when I get back, okay?”

“Will do!” Willow called back.

Snorting in amusement, Luz made her way to the front door, planning on crawling up to the top of the roof for a vantage point against any attackers. Plus, she thought standing on a roof by moonlight was badass. Chuckling to herself at her inner geek rearing its head, Luz pulled the door open, only to go still at what she saw. Seven humans, all standing outside the door, staring her down. However, what really drew her gaze was the figure in the center, someone she hadn’t seen in quite some time. “Neon!?” Luz exclaimed in shock.

“LuLu!” The girl exclaimed, jumping towards Luz in a flying hug. The blue-haired girl eagerly buried her face into Luz’s side, a look of childish excitement covering her face. “Oh I just knew it was you!!” She pulled back, her face puffing out in a pout. “And here you are, having a fun-time slumber party without me!” She whined, flailing her arms. Luz felt her face go deadpan, even as the others, guards she figured, sighed in exhaustion at the antics of their charge. Yup, this was definitely Neon. Neon crossed her arms, a look of defiance covering her, admittedly adorable, features. “And since I’m here, I’m gonna be joining this party, whether you like it or not!”

“There is absolutely no way I’m talking you out of this, is there?” Luz droned, already resigned to the excitable girl’s antics.

“Nope!”

Amity busied herself with the setup for the Conjuring, intently ignoring the glances the others sent her way. She wasn’t distracting herself from the confirmation that, yes, her parents were callous enough to completely disregard one of the most bitter memories in her life, not in the slightest.

“Hey, guys?” Luz’s voice called out, drawing the attention of the group to the door. “We might have a situation!” Everyone was instantly on guard; Bo, Cat, and Amelia were nervous, seriously wondering if they were in danger, while Skara and Gus grew nervous but steeled themselves, even as Willow and Amity braced themselves for an attack. “Now, don’t be alarmed, but we’ve got some… surprise guests is all!”

With that said, Luz walked into the room. Everyone instantly took note of the girl tightly clinging to Luz’s side, a thin girl, roughly around their age, with messy blue hair held up in a ponytail by a yellow ribbon, a long-sleeved purple striped shirt under a vest, a long skirt going to her calves. She was beautiful, with delicate features that screamed innocence and gentleness, with brilliant blue eyes shining outward. Following behind them were six other humans, all varying in appearance, the only commonality being the immaculate black suits they wore.

“Um, Luz?” Willow tentatively asked. “Who’s this?” She asked, gesturing to the girl tightly hugging Luz’s side.

“Ugh, everyone, this is Neon Nostrade. She’s a friend of mine from the Human Realm. Neon, these are my friends and acquaintances from the Demon Realm.” Luz intoned, introducing the girl to the group and vice versa.

“Oooh!! It’s so amazing to meet you all! I am Neon, heiress of the Nostrade family, and these are my guards!” She cheerfully announced, wildly gesturing to the group behind her. “Basho,” She pointed to the tallest, a muscular man with a cleft chin, pompadour, mustache and sideburns, who gave a friendly wave, “Piper,” a round, short figure with prominently pointed front teeth, long hair with a significant bald spot on top who gave a small nod, “Baise,” a beautiful woman whose hair was done up in an intricate braided top-knot offered a short wave, “Tocino,” A gangly fellow with bright orange hair offered a smile, “Squala,” a darker skinned man with tightly pinned back hair gave a two-fingered salute, “and Kurapika!” The last guard, a handsome young man with rich blond hair, gave a bow, a polite smile on his face. Neon turned a sweet grin to the group. “They keep me safe from meanies who wanna steal my predictions!”

The assembled witches numbly waved in greeting. They all turned to Luz, who groaned.

“Look, I have no idea how they got here, but I can vouch for Neon, and I know her dad screens her guards to an insane degree. They won’t be a risk to us.” She stated, nodding to the group.

“Oh LuLu, you say the nicest things!” Neon cheered, eagerly hugging Luz’s arm.

“LuLu?” Amity questioned.

“Uh huh, LuLu!” Neon eagerly agreed. “LuLu was my very first bodyguard! Originally, papa kept me tucked away so my future husband would be the first person outside the family to see me!” The Witches paled. “But then I figured out fun magic, and papa made a bunch more money than usual, and he said I wasn’t gonna have a husband anymore, and he had his business buddies give him LuLu to protect me!” She cheerfully explained. “After that, LuLu took me into town a bunch and I had lots of fun! I got to shop for my own clothes, and didn’t have to wear dolly dresses anymore, and got to eat yummy food that wasn’t just veggies and water, and I even met a nice man who was getting money for his sick momma’s medicine and I gave him a bunch of money, but LuLu took him into an Alley and gave him her money and got mine back!” She just kept rambling away, even as her guards slumped over in exhausted resignation, a matching expression on Luz’s face.

“Hey, Neon? We’ve got some snacks set up, if you want any.” Luz said, pointing to the tray of goodies.

“Ooh! Yummy!” Neon cheered, rushing for the treats, eagerly stuffing them into her mouth.

The blond guard, Kurapika, spoke up. “Please excuse the Young Miss. She means well, but… she doesn’t have the most experience with the real world, I’m afraid.” He formally stated, giving a deep bow to the Witches. As he pulled up, he added, “I believe it is accurate of me to say that we are very grateful for you allowing us in. When the Young Miss overheard that her friend,” he gestured to Luz, who was currently staring at a wall, dead to the world, “was going to be attending a gathering at night with a group of youths, she insisted we come.” He sighed.

“By all means, this is no trouble.” Amity stated diplomatically, compartmentalizing the barrage of information Neon had blurted out, focusing on the gentlemen before her. Noticing the nervousness of the others, she asked, “Forgive me, but our Isles have recently been attacked by a group known as Oroboros, and everyone is on edge when it comes to humans, and while I mean no offense, I have to ask, do you have any association with them?”

The guards gained matching looks of dark loathing. “No, we do not.” Kurapika stated, his voice a mask of tightly controlled cool politeness. He relaxed slightly as he explained, “We were hired to guard Miss Neon so as to keep her predictive magic from being taken, along with her. While her father is, unfortunately, a high-ranking financier for Oroboros, we fortunately exist outside of that nest of darkness’ command structure.”

Amity nodded, filing away the information. “While I’m not sure how much you can actually say, would you care to explain how you all got to the Isles?”

As Kurapika opened his mouth to reply, he was cut off by Neon’s shout. “We passed through a big gate filled with water, and then Zoop! We were on the Isles!” She cheerfully called over, before resuming stuffing her face. Her guards just sighed, nodding at her words.

“What Miss Neon says is true.” Kurapika stated with a rueful grin. “While we don’t know its precise nature, we entered this Realm through the use of a Water Magic based portal. It was… quite the experience.” He finished, a look of embarrassment crossing his features at some memory.

“Thank you.” Amity said, moving over to Luz, who was still staring a whole into the wall. She pulled in close, harshly whispering into her ear. “That girl mentioned she had been kept in seclusion until her marriage. How old was she to be during it?”

“Thirteen.” Luz growled out. “The fact creep was one of the few people I’ve killed and not regretted, at least not outside the abstract regret of killing at all. I honestly would’ve preferred to expose the corrupt monster, but I had to settle for putting him out of people’s misery.” She turned a burning glare towards Amity. “And Neon’s dad is even worse.”

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honor him. | chapter 2 - red crosses

the thought of assassinating her troubles you and he needs to know.

This one would be different.

There was a reason everyone on the street fled for their dear lives at the sight of him, his blade reflecting his scar under the moonlight for all to see. They did not call him the Knife of Dunwall for nothing - his stone-cold heart and blood, dead-silent movements and ability to take lives like he was a reaper through wheat gave him the recognition. He had done this countless of times before, with and without the wretched mark on his left hand. Fulfilled contracts, asked for extra coin for his trouble without feeling an inch of remorse as he washed some noble’s blood off of his hands.

It was not common for him to hesitate, for him to reconsider any deal he made as an assassin. Ever since he came to the unforgiving streets of Dunwall, killing and taking heads for favors or some other ulterior motive had been the reason he was still alive.

She had just been a contract, after all. Kill and get paid. In and out quick, without any survivors, just the way Daud had done things all along.

Then why did his thoughts stall for a minute, every time he thought of the contract in his pocket that Burrows made him sign? Why did the mark on his hand cease to glow as he pictured the Empress and her little heir, governing the Isles the best they could inside the Dunwall Tower?

As his darkened gray eyes looked over the damp streets and molding rooftops of the Flooded District, the whale songs echoing in his mind did not cease to remind him that the otherwise fortune of coin would never be worth Jessamine Kaldwin’s blood on his hands. He could never mute the screams of her daughter, ringing in his ears for years to come, if he were to take her life away in front of her juvenile eyes.

It was only natural for an assassin of his caliber to let go of his feeling of guilt - at this age and experience, with all types of blood coating his leather-gloved hands, Daud was not even sure if there was enough heart left in him, maybe he was not even capable of feeling it anymore. Sure, some missions had been harder to forget than others, keeping him up at the night of, knowing he was serving only to some noble bastard’s needs and wants - the next day he would be back to business as usual as he cleaned his sword.

With every step taken in the streets of the capitol of the Empire, every poster plastered on the brick walls, every bust and every painting and every monument after the Kaldwin name, he knew the memory of her death would hurt his skin like a burning fire.

“I can’t do it.”

Words he wanted to say for a long time but never could were spoken out as the feminine voice echoed through his quarters. Words he never thought he would hear from you. There were very few people who were allowed to step into his chambers unannounced and uninvited - being one of those who had the privilege, you made your way up the stairs where he usually slept.

It was Daud’s day to be surprised, it seemed, as he turned around to be faced with your bare face, sans the vapor mask you usually sported around the compound. All those years working alongside the assassin had not changed your pure and simple beauty, he would think - you had still been the girl he had taken under his wing from Karnaca, with the ever-lasting talent for sword fighting and the burning fire in your eyes.

Somehow, you had managed to keep a piece of you whole inside despite the cruelties you have indicted upon others, emotions and traits that defined who you were as a human - something Daud wished he knew how to do better.

“Sit down,” the older assassin would say in his usually gruff voice, this time etched with a slight concern as he pulled a chair out for you, as he opted to sit down on a nearby shipping crate facing you. You obliged with a silent nod - the mere gesture itself suggested he had been thinking about the same thing but did not want to admit it.

He had to look strong for his assassins, after all. Just like he had been all these years as he trained them all. He had to be undefeated for you, so you would have someone to look up to, to follow after. To kill and die for.

The assassination of an Empress to send the Empire reeling into the hands of dirty conspirators was not exactly the example you wanted to follow.

“Daud...” you started with a solemn voice as you looked up to meet his eyes, his arms folded on his chest. It was at that moment he noticed the redness in your eyes - you had trouble sleeping last night, maybe had not slept at all. “I’ve been... thinking. About what would happen to us after tomorrow. What would happen to you.”

The assassin shifted ever so slightly on his feet as he adjusted his sitting position, leaning a bit closer to your frame on the chair, your arms crossed although not in a threatening stance. “Haven’t I taught you enough to know that I will not fail a contract?”

You knew. You knew too damn well. He would go to the ends of his means to execute, capture, neutralize - whatever cruel action he was getting paid for. The huge board downstairs in his office was adorned with portraits with red crosses, if anyone needed proof of just what the man could do. “This time, I’m worried about what will happen if you don’t fail.”

Piercing orbs stared into his darker ones, able to spot the slight glimmer of doubt, of concern in them. Then they spotted the edge of the paper visible through his red leather overcoat. Daud ran a hand over his face, his mark glowing in the lightest shades of orange as he did so. A low sigh leaving his lips.

“The Empress will be dead tomorrow with the heir delivered to Burrows. Campbell and him can reap what they sow themselves - that’s none of our business. You understand me?”

Daud tried so hard, and succeeded, to not show any signs of weakness as he spoke in a stern manner, the words only aimed to make you focus on the task at hand and not distract yourself with any and all consequences that may come their way. It was not your vendetta to fulfill - you had been merely an agent to greater means in the scheme. That was what Daud had been telling himself since the day he picked up that pen and signed at the offices of the Royal Spymaster.

“You remember how I ended up in the streets of Aventa to begin with?”

Right after you uttered those words out of your lips, your tone noticeably softer yet your eyes glassy, was when he stopped. Jaw-clenched as vivid memories began roaming around his clouded mind like wolfhounds on loose. Memories that belonged to you, that you let him into a long time ago.

His usually domineering stance was slightly weakened as he took a deep breath, looking down on the rusty metal floor. This contract was proving to be one of the hardest things, if not the hardest, that he had to do during his entire life of sorrow and bloodshed - yet another decision loomed over in front of him.

Did he have the luxury to put his most-trusted protégé and killer on the sidelines for the mission of their lives?

If it had been anyone else but you, he would not.

Emotions, history and ethics did not mix well with the line of work they were in and every seasoned assassin knew so - hence why most of his Whalers kept their families, old lives and stories to themselves, if they had any. But, you... he knew exactly where you were coming from. What you went through - he witnessed with his own bare eyes. How the fire in your eyes dimmed as you lost so much in your life. And how training with the assassins helped you win that spark of serving some purpose back in your orbs.

He was going to stab a sword through an Empress the next day - if he indeed wanted to pursue his redemption, showing mercy and empathy to his favorite would be the start.

The man got up from his seat, determined, calmly walking over to the map of Dunwall Tower that was laid on over his bed - he must have been studying all possible strategies, playing out scenarios in his mind all night. Pointing to the furthest tower to the planned assault location, his tall frame partially turned to you. “You’re on watch duty tomorrow. No killing,” he ordered you, with a slight nod.

Even when his emotions had been willingly suppressed to prepare himself for the upcoming battle, you read through his actions and words. A man like Daud did not help you out by hugging you every single time you had doubts and telling you everything would be okay. He instead gave you a way out, some much needed leeway, however temporary it may be.

You accepted it with gratitude, sending him a faint smile accompanied by a nod as you got up from the chair.

“Thank you,” you would add in a whisper, your gloved hand gently lingering on his leather-covered arm for a moment before you took a quick glance at the map you had memorized over the past month, your boots slowly carrying you towards the double doors of his quarters.

Watching you leave with his stare softening, Daud ran his long fingers through his dark hair as your red-leather silhouette dissipated into thin air.

Tomorrow, he was going to initiate the fall of an Empire into ashes in the hands of some traitor dogs. All he could hope for was for someone to forgive him, somehow, at some point in time.

#I AM ABSOLUTE DAUD TRASH TOO #but this is a corvo x reader story so bear with me #honor him #val writes #dishonored #dishonored 2 #dishonored fic #corvo attano #daud #corvo attano x reader #corvo attano / reader #corvo attano x you

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haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu · 4 years

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if your fave hq characters had pets, what sort of animals would they have?

Ah! This sounds like so much fun! I’ll just do karasuno, tell me if you want my take on the others teams too or background characters! Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or weird sentences- I am over stimulated from work and it hurts to think! But I wanted to get this out before bed :D

Daichi: He’s a big doggo person. He likes big dogs becuse he can rough house with them and take long road runs with them. He is gets a Alaskan Malamute named Wakana, since she is so vocal. And even when the dog grown up, she still thinks she is a lap dog, Daichi literally have to push her off if he wants to get things done. Wakana always puts up a light fight. Such a drama queen.

Sugawara: He doesn’t have time for much and doesn't want a high energy animal since he deals with 30+ monkey since he is a elementary school teacher, so he gets two bunnies. Both boys, a white one and a grey one. The grey one is named Mitsou and the white one is named Masa. Mitsou has a temper and will often stump his feet if he is disatisfied (when Suga doesn't give him cuddles) while Masa is just happy to be there :D

Asahi: He get’s a St. Bernard's dog and just looks scarier than he already does. But that big doggo is the cutest dog. He liked cuddle and get attention and will often just sit by Asahi or visitors sides until he get’s the attention he wants. He also is quick to snatch up food that has fallen on the ground and often begs for left overs. He rarely gets some. His name is Sora

Nishinoya: He doesn't get a pet until late into adulthood. He traveled around the world and wouldn't have had the time to care for a pet. But when he eventually does settle down, he gets a greyhound. He needed a partner that was just as playful as him and also a challenge. His name is Tsuyoshi, which means strong.

Tanaka: Get’s a dog like a light brown bull terrier. His name is Arata, and he is just as rowdy as his owner. But also really cuddly and attention seeking. He chews up his toys in minutes, so Tanaka has to by really strong toys so they actually last. He also liked to by clothes to the dig since Arata doesn't mind.

Ennoshita: This chill dude gets a chill catto. they like laughing together and just take a nap. The cat goes out and comes back after a few hours. That is how they both like it. He names the cat Rina. She got kind of too lazy at one point and gained a little bit of weight. So Rina had to learn to walk on a leash with Ennoshita and it works well.

Narita: Is allergic to cats and dogs. (if you guys didn’t know, its the enzymes in the spit that people react too, not the fur itself) Taking shots and medications for it is too much of a hazzle for him, so he gets a big fish thank and fills it with fishes and a few eels and snails too. They don’t do much but it’s exciting to see them swim around minding their own business. He also likes to by new items and sea weed for them so their tank gets decorations and a little personality. Some of them follow his fingers when he is close.

Kinoshita: Got a sphynx from a family friend that just had a littler. His was surprised to see how cuddly and playful they were. His cat is also curious and talkative. The cat, named Sushi, becuse Kinoshita tried to make sushi one time and the cat jumped up and tried the almost done roll, often greets him when he comes home. he also like to sleep with Hishashi in the same bed. Kinoshita also buys him winter and summer clothes so the cat doesn’t freeze to death or get sun burned when he is out. Kinoshita has fallen greatly in love with that wrinkly monster.

Kageyama: That video I reblogged of that volleyball playing doggo, that is Kags doggo. (lol jk) He gets a dog, a little, fluffy pomeranian, to everyone surprise. The old lady next door died and when she didn’t have any family members that could take in the dog, Kageyama offered to take the two year old dog into his care. Her name is Yoko. She is playful and often nibble on his sock when he is relaxing. She has a blanket she likes to sleep in and is really cute when she does so. Kageyama has tried to take the small dog on road runs, but the little Yoko gets too tired and needs to be carried the rest of the way; (small dogs doesn’t need as much exercise as bog doggos)

Hinata: I saw this pintrest post about Hinata owning a mimi turtle (or baby turtle) and yes! He get’s a lil turtle that he names Hikari (light). He likes to feed her berries and often talks to her when he rambles on about his days and need some company. She is often walking by herself in the living room and it took Hinata a few times before he was smart enough to tie a long red yarn around her for him to know where she was. He once lost her and didn’t find her until two days later. He though he had killed her. Hinata likes to think that Hikari likes to be on his head (but to the turtle, it’s the same)

Tsukishima: He and Akiteru tried to convince their mother to let them have a tiger or a bearded dragon. But Mrs Tsukishima said no and that was it. When he gets older, he gets two birds. Named Rex and Strawberry (named after a dinosaur and his fave dessert). Birds are actually very cuddly and often likes to be with their human and play or just relax. So they wouldn't be in their cage when Tsukishima is just home. If he has visitor they need to be in the cage for a few hours. He also learns them words and always whistle when its feeding time. Birds pick up on that too. They have leaned Tsukki, since Yamaguchi calls him that, and now Tsukishima can hear his nickname 24/7.

Yamaguchi: It’s canon that Yama is a dog person, so he would defiantly have a doggo (or two when he grows up) His family currently have a Shiba Inu that they got then he was in middle school. Yama wanted to name it french fry, but Tsukki didn’t let him. So he named it Yukiko since the dog likes winter so much! Like him! He gets his how dogs when he is well into adulthood.

Yachi: When she lived with her mom, before she moved out, they didn't have any pets since the complex didn’t allow pets and her mom were too busy taking care of a pet. She get’s a hamster names Sho. (It means to fly) she named it that because his fur his black and it reminded her of karasuno. He doesn't do much except for run in his wheel-thing and relax in his tunnel. She likes re-decorate his thank and by new stuff for him. It’s a little spoiled hamster.

Shimizu: Get’s an isle cat that like to sun bathe and cuddle with her on the sofa. the cat has a running wheel and uses it sometimes when Kiyoko is in the room with there. She is brown, black and white. The cat also likes to sit on the counter when Shimizu makes food, just to observe. He name is Aki, and Kiyoko named her that becuse her fur remained her of autumn.

Ukai: Gets a mop that becomes the next store pet. He got the dog when it had trend three years and was put out for adoptions. His name is Hibiki he is often seen relaxing on his bed by the counter in the store. He doesn’t bark much, but when a few rowdy school kids passes through the store, he can get a little worked up. Most of the time, everyone is fine with the little helper Sakanoshita has gotten.

Takeda: Gets a dog after a few years. He gets a cocker spaniel that is playful and rowdy and stick his nose into everything. The garbage, his closet or cabinets; you name it. His name is Dai. He once got so excited of seeing a bird outside, that he ran straight into a glass door. He was fine and so was the glass. Takeda was surprised when he saw how energetic the dog was becoming.

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icariahq · 3 years

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Thanks for applying Dee! We look forward to seeing Jude around the island. Make sure to send your blog in within the next 24 hours or reach out to us if you need an extension. Jesse Williams is now taken!

( JESSE WILIAMS, CISMALE, HE/HIM ) ⌇ have you seen Jude Walker around icaria? they are the AGE year old child of Asclepius. they remind me of rhythmic beeping of hospital machines, careful brushes of skin against skin, and unfinished crosswords. They’ve been on the island for # 1 day

OOC INFO: We want to get to know a little about you! Pleasse keep in mind for the AGE we need an actual age not just 21+ this is for the safety of all members.

Dee / She/her | 26 | GMT

Only meeeee

ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE

Still about thirteen years, unless the past has changed.

TRIGGERS

Mine are already there, thank you!

IC INFO:

Please know that all of this is to help you get to know your own character better – and to allow for easier plotting with other members!

WHO ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE ISLE?

FACECLAIM: Jesse Williams

NAME: Jude Sebastian Walker

AGE: 34

BIRTHDAY: 19th of October 1986

OCCUPATION: Emergency & Trauma Doctor

HOMETOWN: New York City

PETS: N/A

POWERS:

Energy Absorption - Jude has a horrific power that if he touches you with his bare hands, he takes away your energy/life force. Obviously. being a doctor that’s a bit problematic, but he wears a thin pair of black gloves constantly to ensure he doesn’t kill anyone accidentally.

BIOGRAPHY:

Jude Walker was born into a poor family in the Bronx, that had seven people living in a two bedroom apartment. His mother Dina Walker had always tried her best, bless her heart, to ensure her children had everything, but it just had never worked out for her. Jude is the youngest of her six children, a mixture of both boys and girls, but he was her little miracle child. Asclepius had met Dina once night when she had been drowning her sorrows in a bar, and it seems that he took pity on her story and blessed her with a son who could actually account for something. With her other children being a mix of criminals and dead beats (not her own words of course), Jude was destined for greatness, from the moment that he was able to walk, that she knew.

Being the youngest of six kids, Jude got bullied a lot by his older siblings, but he never really let it bother him. He knew it was because he was more intelligent than them, because he got better grades than them, and because he didn’t get in trouble as they did. Dina pushed her youngest towards medicine, knowing who his father was, and knowing that he’d get the most potential out of his life if he followed his affinity to medicine. At birthdays and Christmas, he was gifted things such as a doctors kid, a doctors coat, and a toy stethoscope that he enjoyed playing it - but not as much as his mother would have liked. He actually preferred music, and had a pretty good singing voice and affinity for the guitar - but that wasn’t the life he was destined to lead.

Dina pretty much guilted her son into following a career in medicine. Without really trying too hard, his grades were good enough to get a scholarship to John Hopkins university, and once he had graduated as a MD, he’d be able to look after the family more than she ever had been able to. Jude wanted to go down the path of music, he wanted to study music tech at university, and musical performance, but seeing the disappointed look on his mother’s face was enough to make him change his mind. She’d raised him, given him as much as she could, and it was only fair that he did the same for her in return.

It was when he was in medical school of course, that Jude found out what his power was from his father. His father being a god was something that his mother had never hidden from him, and he’d expected something to show itself sooner or later, but nothing like what he had thought. He’d been doing some work experience in a free clinic when it had first happened - when he’d been greeting at patient by shaking her hand and suddenly she could barely breathe. At first, Jude though it was an allergic reaction to something that had perhaps been on his skin when he had been working previously, as she got better once he had let go. After washing his hands profusely, he attempted to shake hands with another patient later on that day, and the same thing happened. This time he had held on too long, and the guy had almost collapsed. It took it happening for a third time for him to head home for the day, to call his father down from the heavens (the only time that he has ever done so) to ask what the hell was going on. He was told that his gifts with medicine came as a price, and that was that his hands could no longer heal, only hurt. Jude was gifted with a pair of thin, black gloves that allowed him to still feel things on a patient’s body, such as their pulse or any abrasions, but he wouldn’t be able to touch them without them on. This didn’t just go for patients, but with anyone. He had to be careful hugging his mother, touching a woman - anything.

Once Jude had graduated from university, he got himself a job in Baltimore at a local hospital, and found himself easily falling into the role as a trauma doctor, even though his mind would sometimes flit to music, and what he could have been doing if he hadn’t been Asclepius’ son. Jude was living his life quite casually and calmly, getting on with things as best he could because of his power, not knowing anything about other demigods, until he met Odessa.

Walking home from work one day, Jude had stumbled upon a crash on one of the main roads, and instantly he had ran over to help. He’d taken his gloves off once he had left the hospital, obviously not planning on touching anyone and that thought barely crossed his mind until he was done getting the man into the recovery position, and the ambulance crew took over. He took in a deep breath as he looked down at his hands, visibly beginning to shake, and spoke out loud “how can I touch people? How is this happening?” Obviously, some people looked at him like he was a mental person, but a red-head stepped out of the crowd and came over to him, laughing about how she had turned off his power.

That was the start of a beautiful friendship, of Jude becoming a big brother like figure (after a few times sleeping together they realised it wasn’t going to work as anything more) to the girl, looking out for her knowing that she would always find herself in trouble. It was a few years later, when she told him that her brother had died and was heading off to an island full of demi-gods that Jude was really shocked. He’d never known her to have any other family, he thought he was the closest thing that she, and where the hell was this island?

After Odessa left, it took Jude two weeks to hand in his notice at the hospital, pack up his life, and move to the island in Greece. He’s not going to let her go off on her own and get herself into all sort of messes, but he also wants to know if he had any siblings that he doesn’t know about in Icaria, and what it’s like living on an isle full of demigods.

ANYTHING ELSE:

What do you call a magical dog? A Labracadabrador!

#icaria: accepted #submission

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lilithsgayadoptednephew · 4 years

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Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

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Chapter 27

Michael had been on his knees for two days. His bones ached and his hands shook but still he preyed. He'd tried everything else.

Yet the human would not leave his thoughts.

Like a vice, like a snake wrapped around his neck they would not release their hold on his mind, depriving his spirit of the oxygen to think clearly. Sapping him of the strength he needed to resist them.

He'd watched them for too long. Watched them work, rest, laugh, spit, all of it so imperfect and it affected him. Made him feel things, think things, things that were positively sinful. Their spell worked its way into his skin every time his eyes were upon them. Slowly, sweetly persuading him to stray from his sacred duty.

Fiercely he preyed, begged for forgiveness for his thoughts. Forgiveness for his weakness to the wicked humans wiles. Desperately he asked the powers that be to protect him from the humans corrupting influence.

No answer came.

Frustrated and finally too exhausted to carry on, he stood from his position on the floor. Obviously his Lord was rightfully sickened by his lack of respect and strength. As was Michael. There was only one true solution to be back in the Father's favor.

He must destroy the corrupting influence.

Yes, it was the perfect solution. He took comfort in the promise of an easy way to end this. To make everything go back to normal. All he had to do was find the human and convince them to release him from their spell. Or simply stop their breath so it may never corrupt another.

Perhaps he was meant to come into contact with this witch. If some poor lesser angel were to have been corrupted they would be lost. Powerless to carry out the act he would now carry out. Certainly it was part of the plan for Michael to be the one affected. He should know by now to never question Him.

Brushing off his knees he spread his wings. He pushed off the ground with the power of a bird of prey on the hunt. He reveled in the fast feeling of rising before catching the breeze and moving to track down his human.

0Lucifer was thrilled at the change in MCs attitude towards him. When they had gone to buy dog food they'd asked him to come along so they could discuss "the plan going forward." He was almost ashamed to admit how much he missed being pulled aside to discuss important business. Earth had no Diavolo to serve, the substitute wasn't perfect but it was something.

He'd missed being needed.

"The way I see it we could continue to support ourselves if your brothers pitched in, but that doesn't fix the underlying issue that this is a temporary arrangement." MC spoke as they walked the eisles of Petco. Lucifer nodded in understanding.

"Yes, but returning to the Devildom is practically out of the question since we have so few numbers. The Celestial warriors will not leave without a fight." He admitted.

"So we'll need help, preferably someone on the inside." Lucifer smiled at their tactical thinking. His human was very intelligent.

No, MC was intelligent. They were not his anything he reminded himself.

"Simon perhaps? He's helped us in the past."

"No" they shook their head sadly. "He said he couldn't do anything more for us, and he's already done a lot."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. Simon was always a goody two-shoes.

"What? The brand we get was right here" they indicated to an empty section of shelf. "They're always moving everything, what a pain," they pinched the bridge of their nose. As they walked off to the next isle, Lucifer looked closer at the small label on the metal shelf. It was hard to read.

A distant shriek interrupted his squinting.

"MC!?" He was immediately searching for them. We're they hurt? Did they get attacked? He understood intimately just how one slip could kill a human. His pulse pounded in his ears as every possible scenario flitted through his mind. He'd just gotten them back, he couldn't lose them now.

Yet they were nowhere to be found.

0MC frantically grabbed for their DDD as they saw the stranger approaching quickly, but he was too fast. His hand gripped theirs and pinned them behind their back. The other raised to their temple. "Not again" was their only thought before their consciousness left them.

They woke on the roof of the building, a tall and frankly gorgeous stranger standing over them. His face was gentle and inviting, they were put at ease by the way he stood non-threateningly. Every aspect of him suffocated them with feelings of "trust me" "love me" "surrender".

Only the pure white wings gave away the danger.

"Hello MC. I know we haven't met face to face, but I've been watching over you for some time." His tone made them want to lie down at his feet.

And fall asleep forever.

Mentally their panic grew at the way their body seemed to completely surrender to this stranger. They had to physically resist sighing in contentment.

"I've come to ask you a favor."

"What favor" their voice was quiet, uncharacteristically so.

"Well, you have invaded my mind against my will, child. That's not okay. Don't worry, I'm not angry." MCs body seemed to unconsciously unwind as they heard him say he wasn't mad. He knelt down to their level and looked into their eyes. "Won't you release your hold on me dear?"

0Lucifer didn't believe what he saw for a moment, but his eyes did not deceive him. He'd come to the roof to get a better view of the area and perhaps see where MC went. Instead he was faced with Michael himself speaking to them. Breaking a cardinal rule to not interfere with human affairs.

He had never seen MC so docile, and for good reason. Michaels pure white aura and soft tones could lull any human into a sense of blind blissful trust. MC didn't stand a chance, and seeing them at anyone's mercy like this was just wrong. Had they always been so small?

Lucifer couldn't even help, it was too dangerous. All he could do was observe, promising himself he'd intervene if his human were to be in danger.

MC had to concentrate hard on the words the angel was saying, so not to fall victim to the tone. They'd put a spell on him? He was watching them? What was he talking about?

"I have never seen you, much less messed with your mind." It physically hurt to disagree with the violently kind and trustworthy angel, still they persisted. "If you are feeling strange around me, it is due to your own sin not mine."

Lucifer smirked, proud his human would not give in. But Micheal wasn't happy.

"Now MC, if you won't admit your crime I will be forced to stop you myself. Please don't make me do that."

They were hit with a wave of indescribable guilt at the thought of making the angel do anything he didn't want to. But their mind knew they'd done nothing wrong. They looked him in the eye and said nothing to justify themself.

Lucifer felt a frustration begin to grow inside of him. He could see the way MCs body and mind fought against each other and it was just cruel. MC was someone who knew who they were and how they felt. Forcing their body to feel things they didn't feel was not only wrong but insulting. His human deserved better than this manipulation.

Not his human, MC deserved better.

"I'm sorry for this, my Lamb. You will be in a better place soon. A place we can talk about this rationally" He materialized a golden sword and MC saw flashes of memory. Memories of a sword just like this one, wielded by someone standing above them as they fought for consciousness.

Michael?

Just as the sword arched down towards them, a shape darted at them from the edges of their vision. Lucifer didn't know what he was going to do without his demonic powers, he just knew he had to stop that sword. He ended up tackling the angel to the ground and kicking the sword away.

"Run MC!" He didn't care what happened next as long as they got as far away as possible. He heard frantic footsteps but they didn't get softer, they got louder.

MC grabbed Michaels hand that Lucifer had disabled and summoned the weapon from their ear. They knew exactly what they needed. A pair of golden handcuffs materialized in their hand.

Cuffing Michael to the door handle of the building, they grabbed Lucifer by the gloved hand and sprinted in the opposite direction. Lucifer almost stopped them as they ran towards the edge of the roof. There was nothing to jump onto and the fall was too far for a human to survive. He couldn't stomach something like hights or sudden drops anymore, not after how many falls had torn his life apart.

But MC ran on, jaw set in determination.

He wanted to stop them but...they wouldn't do this without a plan. He could stop them and be at Michael's mercy, or he could trust them.

They'd better not make him regret this.

Reaching the edge of the roof they sprang with Lucifer in tow. Their legs were more powerful than he realized as they soared a good distance through the air. Humans were full of surprises. There was a heartstopping moment where they were in free fall.

Falling towards the ground

Falling towards the water

Falling towards the Devildom

Lucifer wanted to scream.

They reached out in front of them and grabbed the very top of a pinetree as they fell. The plant bended under their weight, but it slowed their fall considerably. As they reached the ground they landed softly, like a swan on the lake.

Lucifer lowered himself to his knees and took a shaky breath.

"Sorry," they panted from their sprint. "I couldn't think of anything else." They summoned their bow back to their ear. He just nodded. They were fine. That was excruciating and stupid, but they were ok.

He'd trusted MC and they hadn't let him down.

0The two arrived back at the house, shaken after their ordeal. Lucifer addressed the room.

"Family meeting!" That felt good to say again. One by one the brothers showed up in the living room from wherever they were.

"Just now MC was attacked by Micheal, this is the last straw. As of now our main priority is making preparations to reclaim the Devildom." They brothers were silent at the declaration. Then the questions began.

"Oh no MC are you alright?"

"But what about the angels?"

"We're going home? Finally?"

Lucifer left MC to handle the questions. He had work to do.

0Michael knelt shaking on the pristine floor. His head clouded with shame at his failure and sinful thoughts that still persisted for MC.

Before him was his creator.

"You've broken one of the rules I set." His voice was many, filling the room, filling Micheals head. "The rules I set to keep things in order, to keep you safe." Micheal shook as absolute guilt and self loathing washed over him. How could he have hurt the Father like this?

"I'm sorry" his voice shook with his tears.

"I know, child." The Father's voices were infinite patience and understanding. Michael didn't deserve so much. "You will be forgiven when you pay penance."

"Oh thank you thank you" Michael practically tripped over himself at the opportunity to redeem himself. "What must I do?"

"You must give me back what I gave you. That which enabled this breach of trust." Michael quaked at the demand. That which enabled? He knew what He meant, but he was loath to comply.

Carefully, sadly, he returned his wings.

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #Holy Hands

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c0ffeebee · 4 years

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Uma or Carlos from Descendants

ok so my first attempt at this died because of tumblr app but let's try this again

i will answer both because i love there two so much 💛

first uma 💙

OTP for them: umvie, my blue queens

BROTP for them: huma (they are the ultimate brotp of all time), sea 3, vk 7, uma x carlos, audruma, uma x celia, umal

Other ships: huma MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, uma x gil, sea 3, umal, audruma

What kind of fic I’d write about them: well i actually have an idea crafted for a sequel to my accidental love spells harlos fic, this time about uma and evie, but to talk about it would spoil the plot of the harlos fic so yeah, then also first summer uma spends in auradon, vk7 are living in evie's castle but since jay and gil left for their vacation and mal moved into the castle with ben, it leaves only harlos and umvie and of course the romances are starting to bloom, then also i had this au idea with no isle and the evil queen is ruling in her own kingdom and evie is an heir to the throne and so the queen arranges a marriage for her, but evie falls in love madly with the pirate captain uma and in the end uma is basically stealing her away right in the middle of the wedding and they run away on uma's ship (and if evie's best friend runs away with them and uma's best friend is her first mate well then it's a whole other story)

A favorite canon moment: "what's my name", that high note in "it's going down" you know the one, every time she is a giant octopus, her SMILE when she saw the bridge at the end of d3, "i'm right here girl" i cried, her reading audrey's diary in audrey's bed, that tender hug with harry in d3 when they all meet at evie's, i just love her and now i want to re-watch these silly movies

Color that reminds me of them: teal (wow, what a surprise xD)

Song that reminds me of them: WHAT'S MY NAME WHAT'S MY NAME SAY IT LAUDER (this and "chilling" are my two favorite songs from all three movies), every other song from descendants she sings in

A headcanon about them: harry is the only person (until evie) that she is comfortable enough with to let her guard down, she can't even allow it to herself with gil because he has this image of her that he admires and to show him she's not exactly that image is like tell a kid that santa doesn't exist, she can't bring herself to do it, but what she doesn't realize is that gil is a lot smarter than she thinks when it comes to feelings and he already knows when she's not fine, he can read it, he sees her vulnerability anyway and she is still the strongest and the most magical thing he ever seen in his life, she calls evie "blueberry" in the sweetest way possible, when harry is starting to date carlos she gives carlos a whole lecture of "break his heart and i'll break your face" (yeah haha but really she knows harry enough to realize he's not used to being in love or feeling emotionally vulnerable and she doesn't trust that carlos has intentions serious enough, so she's actually ready to kick carlos's ass if he hurt her platonic soulmate), water heals her and gives her strength, she is a waterbender but she knew nothing about it until she left the isle that was blocking her powers, now she's trying to learn how to control it and sometimes fails, and it's really dangerous because she can control all the substances that have water in them, blood included, one time harry is injured and he's feverish and so carlos just asks like "why don't you cool him off with your powers" and uma ABSOLUTELY REFUSES because she is terrified of freezing harry to death on accident, she lets evie play with her hair but no one else (except for harry of course) is allowed to touch it, evie helps uma with developing her powers and discovers her own magic in the process

A random AU I think up on the spot for them: no magic au where uma and harry work as lifeguards at the local pool, evie and carlos can't swim to save their lives but come to the pool every day FOR REASONS (insert w|w & m|m solidarity here)

Anything else: uma was never a villain, end of discussion

and carlos ♥️

OTP for them: harlos (painfully obvious at this point)

BROTP for them: CARVIE OH MY GOD I LIVE FOR THEM, jaylos, core 4, carlos x uma, vk7, carlos x jane

Other ships: benlos (they own my whole ass heart), ben x carlos x harry, uma x harry x carlos, carlos x sea3

What kind of fic I’d write about them: 32k words of story about accidental love spells apparently (see i actually finished this one in may 2019, but my beta still has it, she's having some health issues), then also a fic where harry gets injured (see that scene with uma i've talked about) and he's feverish and in that state he calls out carlos's name, mind you they are not even friends at that point, more like forced roommates (AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES!) so carlos gets scared because he never wanted harry to catch feelings for him or vise versa, so he's distancing himself and it all goes to hell, but believe it or not the fic is more of a comedy and nsfw than angst xD, also again lazy long summer at evie's with just carlos, harry, uma and evie around, it starts with jay sending carlos a massage, it's a photo from a vacation, him and gil and a lot of snow and an actual penguin, on the picture gil is kissing jay's cheek and the caption says "wish you were here, except not really" which is a joke and carlos is laughing and it's ok but he does miss jay a lot, and the fic ends with jay receiving a message from uma of all people and it's a photo of carlos and harry sleeping in a hammock with dude and beelzebub and the caption says "he wishes you were here, except… well you know" and then also the next message with "p.s. except you and gil won't fit in there with them i mean, we need a bigger hammock, when are you back?"

A favorite canon moment: HEAR HER VOICE IN MY HEAD, "chillin like a villain", him saving core4's asses in the museum, his and ben's first meeting "is that chocolate?", him going off when cruella threatened dude GOD I LOVE MY BRAVE SON, him trying to fight the guy who was aggressive to ben on the isle and jay literally DRAGGING him away, GIRL TALK I REPEAT GIRL TALK, him taming the beast ben, him being ready to kick harry's ass as soon as harry steps on that bridge, him and harry dancing together in "break this down", THAT JAYLOS DANCE IN GOOD TO BE BAD OH MY GOD, actually every time carlos is dancing, i just love him a lot

Color that reminds me of them: red, white and black (to the surprise of no one)

Song that reminds me of them: "chilling like a villain", every song in descendants that he's a part of, and also "hooked" by why don't we just because it's such a harlos song

A headcanon about them: ok so… i don't believe it's even a headcanon but he can kick some serious ass, he's not a coward and in fact it's the opposite he's always ready to fight and the others have to stop him (like jay did in the situation i've talked about above), evie is his first and best friend, he's the only non-magical person in his friend group (evie and jay are both magical ok? I SAID WHAT I SAID), he can't swim at all but learns eventually to prove to harry he can, he sometimes is a mom-friend to jay and mal if evie isn't around to do the job, he can't cook but keeps trying and failing, HARRY IS THE ONLY ONE TO EVER CALL HIM "PUP" (it doesn't even make any sense for anyone else to call him that, if you have a phobia no good friend would ever call you by the name of the thing you're scared of, if my friends would call me spidey i would be like… excuse me bitch what?), harry is the one who's sometimes scared of HIM and not the other way around because carlos can be really REALLY mean without even opening his mouth, his passive-aggressiveness is the worst and harry can't stand it, he hates when carlos looks at him the way he did back at the bridge, carlos is very enthusiastic in bed and he knows almost everything there is to know in theory but lacks practice so harry sometimes feels like a lab rat or something because carlos treats sex like he treats scientific research, he just needs to try a bunch of stuff to know what works best, harry is not against it, carlos pranked chad more than a few times and it wasn't kind at all, maybe carlos isn't gay, maybe he's on the spectrum but he still prefers guys, him and jane break up eventually but stay good friends, HE STARTS TO WEAR EYELINER AGAIN AND STOPS STRAIGHTENING HIS HAIR because previously he just adopted to auradon beauty standards but then he sees harry rocking that eyeliner and goes like "ok if he can do it then so can i!" and it's glorious, carlos knows a bunch of seemingly useless scientific facts, he's good at sports but only the ones that interest him enough, and i should probably stop because it's getting too long

A random AU I think up on the spot for them: werewolf carlos and vampire harry (witch uma and fairy evie is also welcomed to join), i desperately need this in my life, ok? ok

Anything else: i really wish dude never talked because this dog stole carlos's entire story arc and all the interactions he could have had with anyone but jane the moment it opened it's mouth

#bee answers #uma #uma daughter of ursula #descendants #carlos de vil #long post

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angelcatsiel · 4 years

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I reblogged an ask game thing the other day but no one sent any asks so I just fuckin answered them all because I was bored and I am learning to not give a fuck what anyone thinks of me and it was fun

1. What is your favorite childhood story of yourself?

This is a hard one. I want to think of a funny one but my childhood wasn’t great. My dad has told me that when I was a toddler, before I can remember, he used to play AC/DC and I used to put clothes pegs in my hair for some unknown reason, stand on the sofa and violently headbang.

2. What is the stupidest way you have ever gotten hurt?

When I was about 11, I was swinging on a swing in the garden, and got curious about what would happen if I put my hands right at the very bottom of the chains while I was swinging. The answer was that I fell off backwards and hit my head. I went in to my dad crying, calmed down, and went back on the swing again. I tried to work out what exactly I had done to cause myself to fall off. I remember thinking, I think I held the chains near the bottom like this... and tested the theory, and fell off again, and hit my head again.

This is one of many stupid injuries. Other considerations were the time I climbed up a slide and hit my head on the bar at the top and knocked myself out, or the time I got kicked by a horse in a field and grabbed onto the electric fence to hold myself up.

3. What was the first PG-13 movie you watched?

Literally no idea.

4. What was the first R rated movie you watched?

I think it may have been the first Deadpool? Haven’t seen that many tbh

5. When was the moment you felt most badass?

When I was about 8, I was at the park with my brother, and this much older kid (maybe about 16 or 17, hardly a kid) with an aggressive dog stole my brother’s ice cream money. I marched up to him and demanded he give it back. He let his dog off the lead and it sniffed around my ankles and growled, and he told me it would bite me if I ran. I stood there and stared him down for a good 20 seconds or so before he called back the dog and walked away. I didn’t get the money back.

6. What is a band you can reliably always love?

Marillion. Favourite band, always.

7. What is your favorite form of self expression?

Probably singing even though I’m very bad at it.

8. What is something from your childhood you wish you still had?

My stuffed rabbit Hoppy. I haven’t been able to find him in several years. Can’t think about it too hard or I’ll cry.

9. Where is your favorite place on earth?

The Isle of Wight. My dad used to take me and my brother there for holidays every few years. It’s beautiful and full of memories, the most precious memories being the time we saved up vouchers in the newspaper to go the year after my dad left his abusive wife and ended up homeless. We were so poor but with the vouchers we could just afford to go, and it was the first time I saw my dad happy in a long time.

10. What is the longest friendship you have ever had?

My best friend @van-helsa124 who I have known since literally nursery and I love her so much.

11. Is there anyone is your life you wish you had met sooner than you did?

Maybe my friend Luce who I only met a couple of years ago, but we’ve grown close pretty quick.

12. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yep definitely. Pretty sure I was visited by my gran after she died and I’ve had a few creepy experiences.

13. What is the coldest water you have ever swam in?

No idea tbh, I don’t swim much

14. How old were you when you learned how to swim?

Maybe 8 or 9? I had lessons in primary school.

15. What song do you listen to when you’re sad?

Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift. It’s my cry song.

16. Are you an adrenaline junky?

Yep! Love roller coasters and stuff like that, and would love to do something extreme like jump out of a plane or something.

17. What is a song that takes you back to childhood?

I have a few but the main ones are probably Man on the Moon by REM, and You Were Right by Badly Drawn Boy.

18. What is your favorite word?

Not sure I have one. For some reason the only one coming to mind is a place not too far from where my family live called Biggleswade, and I have to say it every time we drive past because I love saying it. I also love saying tiddies at every opportunity.

19. What is your least favorite word?

Don’t think I have a least favourite either, the usual infamous ones (e.g. moist) don’t really bother me.

20. What scent reminds you of childhood?

Cherryade. I drank some several years ago and the smell before I tasted it transported me immediately back to my childhood and a memory I’d completely forgotten, which was my gran constantly buying me a shit ton of cherryade every time I stayed over her house.

21. Were you sad when you found out clouds weren’t like pillows, or did you never think that?

I don’t think I was sad, I think I was just curious and interested to learn, and I tried to come up with new interesting ways of describing the feeling of clouds in my head, since even as a kid I loved to write.

22. When in life did you laugh the hardest?

A few times come to mind and they all involve @van-helsa124. A lot would make absolutely no sense, no matter how much I tried to explain. They’re now ‘friendship memes’. The only one that might be explainable is the first time we ever got drunk, to celebrate achieving ultimate friendship, after we found out that her mum had believed me and her were in a relationship for a year and a half. We even created our own drink, named the year and a half, which was literally just a mix of vodka, koppaberg, rose wine and cloudy lemonade. Tasted better than it sounds. Got me drunk in about 0.5 seconds. Ended the night hugging her trash can trying not to throw up while she read me a destiel fanfic to take my mind off feeling sick

23. What makes you laugh when you don’t feel like laughing?

Old yogscast videos.

24. Do you come from a big family?

Fairly big, lots of aunts and uncles and cousins.

25. What is your favorite part of yourself?

My positivity and the inner strength that I have, that helps me find happiness and courage even when my mental health is low.

26. What is the worst pain you have ever felt?

Trigeminal neuralgia pain (facial nerve pain). Spent 90% of January this year constantly crying and even screaming in pain. Hospital couldn’t do anything for me. I get occasional flare ups now but nothing that severe, but it’s probably going to come back. Feels like someone trying to rip out my cheekbone and jawbone or like someone is literally drilling into the bones in my face, and that’s the milder part. Every so often that pain is interrupted by stabs of sharper pain like electric shocks which have caused me to collapse to the floor screaming. 0/10 do not recommend

27. Do you swear often?

Not super often out loud but very often in my head.

28. Do you get confused for being older or younger than you are?

People always assume I’m younger than I am. I get asked for ID for everything.

29. What is your favorite way to eat a potato?

Probably roast potatoes, but they’ve gotta be done right. Soft inside, crispy outside, and obviously with herbs and spices.

30. What is the best compliment you have ever received?

Honestly no idea.

31. Describe yourself in 6 words?

Slightly unstable yet somehow happy weirdo

32. What is the worst insult you have ever received?

Can’t think of any major insults either lmao no one talks to me apparently

33. Have you ever taken in any media that changed your life?

The Good Place and Supernatural. With supernatural it wasn’t the actual show so much as the friendships it made me and the confidence and happiness the conventions gave me, at a time when my mental health was at its worst, although the show helped massively too. Idc if it’s cringey, it kept me alive. The Good Place changed my entire worldview and actually made me less afraid of death.

34. Have you ever collected anything?

My model horses! I have at least 10 at this point

35. Strangest thing you have ever broken?

As in bones or objects? Can’t think of any objects and the only time I ever broke a bone was when I broke my toe at like 12:01am on new year’s day when I got up to pour myself another drink and tripped over the table

36. Weirdest food you have ever eaten?

I’m not that adventurous with food so nothing that weird

37. Childhood nickname?

My dad would call me Flo. Not sure why.

38. Most people you have shared a bed with in a non sexual manner?

Two. Shared a bed with my best friend and my other friend Josh, once at a convention, once at Josh’s birthday. Birthday one is a bit blurry as I was drunk but at the convention I got to be in the middle and spooned Josh while my best friend spooned me and it was very cosy

39. What is something that makes you fall asleep?

The Marillion song Angelina, or this one ASMR video that’s supposed to be the sound of being in the Impala with the Winchesters. Laugh all you want, I like it.

40. Did your parents ever accidentally lose or forget you?

No but my teacher did once, can’t remember the context, I think she had to drive me and some other girls somewhere for some club event and when we got back to the school she forgot me in the car because I was so quiet lmao

41. If you were a superhero what would your weakness be?

I would be a terrible superhero and have many weaknesses. Loud noises would immediately put me out of action. Someone makes eye contact with me and I disintegrate immediately

42. What food reminds you of home?

Tuna pasta! With this one specific sauce that my mum used to make it with

43. What is your comfort food?

Probably also that tuna pasta. And chocolate. A shit ton of chocolate.

44. Cold room with lots of blankets or hot room with no blankets?

Cold room with lots of blankets, no question.

45. No shoes without socks or no shoes with socks?

No shoes without socks

46. Do you run hot your cold?

I am presuming this means ‘do you run hot or cold’ and the answer is, usually, both simultaneously. My body has no idea what temperature regulation is. Catch me out for a walk in short sleeves in the snow, sweating profusely while violently shivering bc I’m feeling extremely hot internally but my skin is freezing (and yes, I have actually done this). Do I have some sort of legit medical issue? No one knows, least of all my doctors!

47. Favorite condiment?

Probably ketchup. Though I also love garlic dip. Does that count as a condiment?

48. What utensil do you use the most?

Probably my tongs for turning chicken and stuff

49. When are you most comfortable?

Any time I’m home alone, just doing my own thing

50. If you could be really good at one thing, what would it be?

Singing! I would love to be an amazing singer but sadly I am a terrible singer though I do practice every day in the vain hope that maybe my voice will improve. If the neighbours could hear me they would have killed me by now

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