#i love the red nosed hyena

[xinxiaogato]

— you're dating who!?

summary. no one believes that you’re dating the esteemed duke of the fortress of meropide. that man is only ever seen locking lips with the orifice of a teacup. however, all of that changes when you and your alleged “boyfriend” are invited to a coworker’s dinner party.

love interest. gn!reader x wriothesley.

warnings. unedited, cursing, bullying, attempted homewrecking, mentions of blood, murder, and assault (nothing crazy), slight angst, lack of communication, a bit suggestive (mentions of light bdsm).

word count. 2,187

note. happy late birthday to wriothesley! this shortfic was inspired by a scene from spy x family (iykyk). you are referred to as “reader” by the way!

while loading up your plate with chips and french fontainian onion dip, you could sense the smugness of your colleagues from all the way across the dining room.

“i mean, we all saw this coming, didn’t we?” one of them piped up with a snarky laugh.

another obnoxiously chortled in return. “i won't forget the day reader told us who could have possibly given them those flowers.”

“right!? and i’m lady furina!”

that joke rocked their worlds to the point that one person started choking on their garlic baguette. your eyes flitted over to your friend, pauline, who was shaking with rage beside you and on the verge of strangling someone.

“why i oughta give them a piece of my mind!” caterwauled pauline, but you perched a hand on her shoulder so that she wouldn’t go ballistic—even if it was on your behalf.

“can’t really blame them,” you conceded. “if you told me you were in a relationship with the iudex of fontaine, i would need a minute.”

“are you saying it’s impossible?”

“i’m saying it’s highly unlikely.”

“hmph! a girl can dream.” pauline haughtily raised her nose into the air and crossed her arms with indignation, which tugged your lips into a small smile. you knew she had your best interests in mind. since day dot, your coworkers were constantly unleashing a tirade of vitriol against you. “anyway, where’s your boyfriend? did he get caught up with something?”

“probably,” you ascertained, taking a sip of red wine. you looked for a seat to settle at; you couldn’t let your chips go cold. “he warned me that he might not make it in time for the party. a new batch of inmates was processed for registration today, and allegedly, they’re unruly.”

her eyes widened after connecting the dots. “are they related to the famous case of the missing paintings? they finally caught the culprits!?”

you raised an eyebrow. “you didn’t know? it’s all over the steambird.”

as you and pauline were sitting down, the hostess of the party, anaïs, and her entourage strode over with purpose. one of anaïs’s minions was the first to start yapping, “well, if it isn’t reader, the person dating the wolf!”

“more like the person who cried wolf!” followed anaïs, which made the group howl like hyenas.

rolling your eyes at their sneers, you replied, “where is your husband, anaïs? don’t tell me he’s at the office ‘working overtime’ with his assistant again.”

all of anaïs’s friends practically broke their necks to look at her.

“h-how did you know about that…!?” anaïs spluttered, her cheeks flared red. “that’s… that’s my personal affairs you’re airing to everyone!”

a follower of anaïs cupped a hand to her ear and hissed, “don’t you remember? reader is friends with charlotte, a journalist for the steambird. she’s notorious for her intel gathering so that she can compete with others for the juiciest scoops!”

“hey, hey, does charlotte know anything about monsieur neuvillette’s type?” pauline whispered to which you were about to answer—only for anaïs to grab your glass of wine.

“you think you’re so high and mighty all the time…!” anaïs said in a shrill voice, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “at least i don’t pretend i’m the bitch of the lord of the fortress of meropide to get attention!”

“i think it would be better for you to channel your energy into divorcing that shitty excuse of a husband,” you corrected her, unfazed by the fact she was threateningly holding the drink above your head. “it’s not your fault that he’s a scumbag, so don’t stick around to see if he’ll change.”

something in anaïs seemed to falter at your words, but it was only for a moment. resentment got the best of her, and in the blink of an eye, red liquid was splashed onto your chest and dripping down your top, making bystanders gasp at the scene before them.

it kind of looked like you just got murdered.

“what is wrong with you!?” pauline furiously yelled after jumping up to shield you, who was still reeling from what happened. “how old are you to be acting like an immature brat!?”

as pauline and one of anaïs’s flunkies began to pull at each other’s hair, a different one pointed a finger into your face while cackling. “ha, serves you right! that outfit must have been dirt cheap anyway, so it couldn’t have been a total loss!”

“oh, you wouldn’t want your shoes ruined, right?” a second cooed, snatching them right off your feet and looking for the nearest window to chuck them out of. “don’t worry, i’ll dry them off for you!”

you got up to take them right back, but anaïs blocked your path, eyes narrowed into slits. “just admit it, reader,” she snarled. “you’re nothing but an attention-seeking whore for the fortress of meropide’s administrator, a goody two-shoes for our boss, and a laughing stock for all of fontaine. you’re nothing!”

“monsieur wriothesley!” a voice resounded from down the hallway, causing everyone in the dining room to freeze. “we’re so honored to have you join us! did lady anaïs invite you?”

before you knew it, a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind to give you a tight squeeze, and a pair of lips kissed the top of your head.

“so sorry i’m late, my love,” a deep voice purred by your ear. “my hands were tied…”

his voice trailed off. wriothesley, whose sudden appearance had dropped every partygoer’s jaw, noticed that your top felt weirdly damp. when he craned his neck to investigate, his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. 

he immediately questioned if it was your blood or not.

“reader!” your boyfriend shouted, turning you around and holding you by the shoulders. a fear he had only felt as a teenager flooded rapidly into his system, and it was taking everything in him to not explode. “what happened to you? are you hurt!?”

you were still stunned in the aftermath, but you quickly collected yourself and placed your hands atop his. “no, no, i’m fine, wrio. i’m not hurt. it’s just red wine.”

“red… red wine?”

recovering from his initial shock, wriothesley twisted around, his jacket fluttering swiftly in tandem. his eyes took in the sight of an awestruck anaïs holding something behind her back and a petrified person clutching onto a pair of shoes (which explained why your dogs were out).

in a calm tone more terrifying than him speaking out of anger, wriothesley said to the hostess, “i apologize for souring the mood. however…” quickly, he engulfed your body with his jacket and swept you off your feet, hitching the air in your throat as he held you close to his chest. “my partner is not feeling well, so we’ll be taking our leave. we humbly thank you for the invitation.”

“b-but you just got here!” anaïs fretted.

her first mistake was revealing the wine glass she was desperately trying to hide earlier. in wriothesley’s realm, we call this a foul.

“reader was just a little tipsy and spilled a drink on themselves!” she crooned, tilting her head up at the duke and innocently batting her eyelashes. “why don’t you stay and become acquainted with your partner’s coworkers?”

her second foul: coveting a man in a relationship.

“i mean, they can’t be unwell to the point of needing to go home!”

her third: messing with reader. and three fouls meant a disqualification.

“heavens, no,” wriothesley insisted. “my partner’s health is my main priority, and time is of the essence. besides, the longer i remain, the less time i have to file a detailed report on an assault and battery that took place here.”

it became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

“a…assault…?” even through the makeup caked on anaïs’s face, you could see the color drain from it entirely. “what… what assault…!? no assault happened here, your grace!” when his frown spoke volumes, she cried out, “y-you don’t have any proof!”

“oh, i would suggest otherwise. and i believe there are many eyewitnesses to testify.”

you peered around at the guests who had gathered to view the spectacle, and they were nodding in support of wriothesley’s claim, including pauline. even anaïs’s goons were vehemently bobbing their heads up and down, still in disbelief that the man, the myth, the legend himself had graced them with his presence.

“now if you’ll excuse me…” with you firmly in his grasp, wriothesley approached the woman still clinging to your footwear, who immediately began to quiver. “i would like for you to return my partner’s shoes,” he ordered with a look as cold as ice.

“o-of course!” she stammered, extending the shoes toward him. “it was all in good fun, your grace!”

“oh, those aren’t mine,” he said with a cock of his head at your bare toes. “like i said, those belong to my partner.”

finally picking up what was he putting down, the lady shakily slipped your shoes back on your feet for which you glanced up at wriothesley with furrowed eyebrows. he only reacted with a smile that thawed the rigid expression on his face.

“i-i can’t possibly rot in jail!” anaïs was still making a fuss nearby. “i’m so young and beautiful! can’t you look past this, monsieur wriothesley…!? i’ll do anything!”

“well, it’s not something you’ll go to prison for, ma’am,” he said, not even sparing anaïs a glance as he headed for the front door, “but this misdemeanor will forever stain your official records and reputation… just as you stained my partner’s clothes.” (mic drop.)

and that was that. with a quick kiss on both cheeks from pauline, you exited the dead-quiet house in your boyfriend’s arms.

“wrio…” you murmured as he started walking in the direction of your home. “i’m really sorry for inconveniencing you.”

wriothesley momentarily stopped in his tracks to gaze down at you, his lips pursed before sighing. “no… don’t apologize, my love. i’m sorry for not arriving sooner.”

“but that isn’t your fault,” you pointed out.

a chuckle resonated from deep within his chest. “touché.”

however, his lightheartedness faded out with that chuckle when his hands gripped onto you tighter, as if you were about to dissolve into water at any moment.

“what happened, reader?” he croaked, displaying a side of him reserved for your eyes alone. “how long have they been treating you like this? and for you to not even give them a taste of the boxing skills i taught you for these kinds of situations…”

you clutched his jacket tighter to your body. “you already have so much on your plate. i could not dare to tell you something that may weigh on your conscience.”

“please,” he whispered. “i want you to weigh on my conscience.”

after a moment’s worth of hesitation, you finally gave in, explaining that the fresh bouquet of rainbow roses he sent to your office one morning sent your colleagues into a frenzy that turned your life into a nightmare. as you spoke, wriothesley’s expression became grimmer and grimmer. he couldn’t even fathom how much of a shitshow your company was for permitting the kind of behavior he merely glimpsed this evening.

and he couldn't bear the thought that you had been suffering alone for months.

“they didn’t believe me for a second, even when i had pictures of you and me framed on my desk. ‘oh, those must have been edited’.”

realizing wriothesley's muscles were so taut, you attempted to alleviate the atmosphere. “i guess no one can accept an ordinary office worker dating the administrator of the fortress of meropide. like, picture the tianquan of the liyue qixing with an npc.”

in any other situation, your boyfriend would be laughing, but certainly not this one. “no one can determine our relationship,” wriothesley stated with a clear veracity. “you are the light in my bleak world, reader, and nothing is allowed to take you away from me. if so, i will travel to the ends of teyvat to bring you back.”

he then grinned, showing off his cute canines. “and you bet i'll put my handcuffs to use.”

you slapped a hand to your forehead. “way to ruin the mood. i was just about to kiss you.”

in response, he grinded his knuckles into the top of your head, which made you yodel out in pain. “what was that for!?” you exclaimed.

“for not kissing me, but more importantly: for keeping a secret from me,” he clarified, his pale gray eyes twinkling under the moonlight. “no more of that, okay?”

you warmly smiled up at him and rested your head against his broad shoulder, completely wiped out from the party-turned-fiasco. “okay.”

as the two of you reached your abode, a question popped up in your mind. “were you serious about the handcuff thing?”

he smirked. “yes, and you’ll find out just how serious i am after we take a shower together. you reek of wine.”

a pink blush dusted your cheeks. “what? together!?”

“together. you and me.”

“ahhh! put me down!”

“nope. not a chance.”

© xinxiaogato. please do not translate my work without permission or attempt to plagiarize it.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

summary: just some small baking hcs because i couldn't help but think about these guys while doing some baking myself

pairings: all students x gn! reader (can be read as either romantic or platonic, except for ortho)

warnings: just fluff, there is no concrete trope here, just random brain worms; reader is not specified to be mc/yuu

a/n: peer reviewed by @daisystwistedgarden who woke up to me spamming our dms with these ♡

twisted wonderland masterlist

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle would be the most attentive student ever, taking notes on the exact ratio and the time you spent mixing everything together. Please don’t give him measurements like “what feels right”, he wants to know the exact amount down to the gram. One day, he wants to bake something for you by himself, but for now he’s content with sharing what you made together over a cup of tea.

Normally, the delicious smell of pastries and cakes comes wafting out of Heartslabyul’s kitchen with Trey at the centre of it, so the first time he comes to your dorm to see you baking, he’s pleasantly surprised. Obviously, he’s liked you before but now he looks forward to swapping recipes and spending afternoons side by side in the kitchen.

Cater would be posting all over magicam how cute you are and would fill his stories with candids of you kneading dough, taking stuff out of the oven, etc. He’d try to hide how flustered he gets if you tell him you made something savoury because you remembered he’s not fond of sweets.

The Adeuce combo would loiter around your kitchen, snacking half your dough without contributing any help whatsoever (Deuce tries, Ace never had any intention to from the start). One thing’s for sure: if Ace or Deuce ever have to bake an apology tart for an unbirthday party again, they already know who they’re recruiting. It’s also a great reason to stop by your dorm more often than they already do.

He would never admit it, if you made something for him, Ace would feel his heart beat a little faster. Instead he’d poke your cheek and make a nonchalant comment about how you must be so in love with him that you couldn’t stop thinking about him but the way his delivery stutters a little and the fact he can’t quite meet your eyes gives him away. Don’t mention if his ears turn red either (or tease him about it~).

Contrary to his roommate, Deuce is adorably honest about his appreciation for your hard work. You made this for him? Just because? There are a few seconds where his brain buffers while deciding what to do, would hugging you be too forward? But wouldn’t bowing be too formal? It’s honestly very cute to watch how his face flushes a colour that’s a nice contrast to the blue mark next to his eye as he stammers out his gratitude, especially if you’re not (yet) dating or haven’t been for long. 

SAVANACLAW

Leona was probably lazing around your dorm already and you woke him up from a nap with the noise of kitchen equipment and the different scents filling the air. He’d slink over to watch you work, offering unhelpful comments while leaning his entire weight on you. Because of his upbringing his palette is obnoxiously refined but he’s the one helping himself to more of what you just took out of the oven, so he’s not sly.

Ruggie can smell that you’re baking something good before even entering your dorm. Sure, most beastmen have a keen sense of smell but when it comes to food, nobody zeroes in quite as fast as the hyena. He’ll join you in the kitchen under the guise of learning a new recipe from you- and he is! It’s just that he’s also sneaking a treat or two off your baking tray.

Jack would help carry and stir stuff for you but he’d mostly keep to the background and let you do your thing, afraid to accidentally ruin the pastries or what you’re making, his nose and tail do twitch at the pleasant scent though. Since he’s an athlete, Jack makes sure to watch his diet but he’d never refuse to try what you made.

OCTAVINELLE

As the head of Mostro Lounge, Azul is always on the lookout for new items to add to the menu, so he takes quite the interest in your recipes. With a few tweaks here and there… For him to enjoy them in private though, he’ll study the recipe for different reasons. Of course he will try everything you make at least once, but the housewarden is still very conscious of his appearance, so he’ll enjoy your baking in measured amounts.

Jade, much like his childhood friend, is very intrigued by what you’re making but not out of business reasons. The eel is much more interested in how your recipes compare to his native ones and he’s already thinking of new things to try the next time around. As with everything, Jade loves to tease and fluster you, so of course he has to show you how to perfectly roll out the dough by caging you between himself and the counter. 

Perhaps you should think twice about letting Floyd into your kitchen. If he asks to let him help you, chances are he’s in a good mood, which is positive for his enthusiasm but detrimental to keeping your dorm clean. Sure, the eel is quite competent when it comes to preparing food but by the time your tray is in the oven, you, him and the floor are covered in flour.

SCARABIA

The first time you offered something homemade to Kalim, he had to refuse with a begging side glance to Jamil. Afterwards, he reasoned with Jamil that if he just joined you in baking, he could be sure of everything that went into the treats and so his vice housewarden relented. Against what people might think, Kalim is not actually half bad at baking, you just have to walk him through all the steps slowly. He might never have baked something himself before but he makes up for it with enthusiasm and the will to learn, plus he makes the whole thing super fun from beginning to end.

The first time Jamil sees you baking, it’s late in the evening and he just dragged himself over to your dorm for some much needed rest. But when he sees you working around the oven, there’s a split second where all the alarm bells in his head go off to thwart impending doom, until he remembers that you probably know what you’re doing and he relaxes. Old habits and all that. After that day, he’ll join you in the kitchen from time to time, if his schedule allows it. There’s no doubt about his capabilities, so Jamil’s always welcome to join you but he also appreciates that you don’t expect him to, which makes this a nice way to wind down for him. Also gets easily flustered if you make something for him and him only.

POMEFIORE

Vil would also compliment your hard work. Sure, he might offer some constructive criticism (if he knows it won’t hurt your feelings) so you can improve even further the next time around, but he’s also not hesitating to point out everything that deserves praise. He might click his tongue if you get cream on your face but will gently wipe it away and dust the flour off your clothes with a fond smile.

Rook is just as excited and eccentric as always, raving about the beauty of baking and how lovely you are for creating something so delicious. It doesn’t matter if you’re making the simplest cookies known to man, to him it might as well be a three tier cake.

Epel would be so happy if you made something with the apples his family sent him, but he appreciates it either way. He’s also really talented when it comes to decorating -probably because of his years spent carving apples- and he feels really manly when you ask him to stir something, knead the dough or carry ingredients.

IGNIHYDE

Idia is probably running through every anime and dating sim with a baking arc he’s ever watched/ played and his hair tinges pink as you invite him over. You’re at the intimacy level already to unlock this super domestic route? He really wants to save state irl, so he can keep coming back to this, both in case he messes up and to relive this moment.

Ortho would be a sweetheart, setting timers and looking up recipes and techniques if you’re stuck. He compliments your work and laments lightheartedly that he can’t smell or taste anything, saying he’ll pester Idia into inventing olfactory and gustatory receptors, so he can get the full experience next time.

DIASOMNIA

Congrats, you now have a very curious fae prince on your hands. Not only is he studying your recipes and ingredients with great interest, Malleus is just as fascinated by baking utensils running on electricity. Do yourself a favour and invite him for tea afterwards where you can serve your treats, he will be puddy in your hands.

Watch your bowls carefully when Lilia is around while you’re baking. There is a good chance the fae will try adding a few ingredients of his own and it will not end well for anyone involved. He’ll playfully pout about you rejecting his help and deflecting from the topic but a second later he’s laughing about how cute you are for wanting to make something for him by yourself.

Silver would fall asleep when surrounded by the good smells, the warmth of the oven preheating, your lovely voice and the kitchen sounds. He can’t help it, it’s such a relaxing environment and it puts him at ease and therefore also to sleep. But, ever the charming knight, he would help you clean up afterwards and very genuinely compliment your hard work with a soft smile.

Sebek will yap up a storm on how ‘your human recipes can’t hold a candle to briar valley’s supreme cuisine’ but he’s oddly docile once he actually taste tests. If you tease him about his earlier statements, he will flush red, trying to save face but also not wanting to lie about liking your baking.

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[lit3rallyll0yd]

when you randomly jump on their backs: various ninjago x gn!reader

I GOT MY HAIR DYED YAYYAYA ; i decided to put some of my old ninjago writing here tehe enjoy<3

art credit: min-play

warnings: uhm cringy? not new writing!!

↳ LLOYD

· freezes. he's not used to any physical touch, so when he felt your body jump onto his he froze. he literally had no idea what to do- 

· does he hold you back? he leans forward a little bit so it's easier for you to keep sturdy, but he still has no idea what to do. his cheeks went red slightly when your legs wrapped around his torso but brushed it off. 

· he chuckles nervously as he grabs your hands, gently rubbing them due to nervousness. he bit his bottom lip before he heard you giggle, motioning him to spin you!

· he got the message and started to spin like nobody's business. he eventually got comfortable because one he knew it was just you, and two your laughter and actions caused him to let his childish side out. 

· that's what he loves in you. you can help him take his mind off all of his 'green-ninja' duties and just be his childish self. he circles once more before your body dropped to the couch. 

· " what was that? " he laughs, looking down at you while you're in a giggle fit. hands on his hips like a mom, 

· " hmmmmhmh, " you giggle, " ihi was bored? " 

· Lloyd playfully rolls his eyes and leans down, giving your cheek a quick peck.

 ↳ JAY

· screams. you scare the living bolts out of him causing him to screech like a 11' year old school-girl and fall down. 

· your in a fit of laughter as you both reach the wooden flooring. 

· " Y/N!! " he called out, his breathing was heavy but started to slow down. you apologized to him, trying to slow down your laughter as he stayed on top of you.

· you honestly didn't mean to scare him, but seeing his reaction was worth it. suddenly he rolled off of you, taking your hand into his and bringing you up with him, twirling around as you did causing you giggle.

·  " ohokay! ohaahky! how about- we try thahat again? " he laughs, motioning you to jump on his back. with a smile you took a few steps back before running towards him and landed on his back, wrapping your arms around your neck and your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together. 

· he grabbed the thighs to make sure you won't fall and literally started to sprint around the Monastery like children on a sugar rush.

 

↳COLE

 · panics. he quickly grabs onto your thighs as he struggles to not topple over. it was like a jumpscare. one second he was talking to Lloyd, the next second he's having you on his back struggling to not face plant.

· " crap!- " he mummers to himself when he barely caught you and gripped his hands to your thigh. meanwhile, you're giggling like a hyena over here. you can't stop while Cole finally managed to sturdy himself.

·  Cole smirks when he hears your giggles and quickly started to spin around, careful to not smash into a wall. now you are in full-on laughter as you grip tighter onto the Earth Elemental. 

· Lloyd rolled his eyes playfully at the couple as he watches Cole spin out of the room with you on his back. " is there an actual reason you jumped on me? " Cole asked, looking over his shoulder. 

· " thihink of this as ... extra training? " you respond. He just rolled his eyes as he playfully throws you to the couch and gently tackled you and place a kiss on your nose. 

· this is now a normal thing with you two. whenever Cole has his guard down boom you're on his back wanting a piggyback ride.

↳ KAI

· like Jay he yelps. you jump scared him and he literally almost lit his entire body on fire. you included. thankfully he realized it was you due to your clothing and chuckles.

·  he was literally about to yeet you out the window, you are so lucky. 

· he eventually grabs onto your thighs and hoists you up to get both you and him comfortable. when his fingers purposely dug into your thigh you let out a laugh as you squirmed, causing the Fire Elemental to grin. 

· then...he started to spin. not like, his Spinjitzu spin, but just a normal spin. this caused you to giggle as you threw your head back as a reflex. 

· " ohohaky! okok! " " okay whaht? " he laughed still spinning.

· " puhut me dohown i'm gonna puhuke! " you suddenly felt your body fall and touch the fabric of the couch.

↳ ZANE

· visible confusion. he literally just stands there with you on his back, smiling like a dork.

· is something wrong? why did you jump on his back?

· you had to wrap your legs around his waist to hold yourself up as your arms locked around his neck gently. 

· " Y/N? is everything okay? " he would ask and all you would say is, " yeeup! just bored. "

· " so you proceeded to jump on my back because you were bored? " the Nindroid asks and you nod against his neck. this caused him to lower his guard and began to literally lecture you about the dangers of scaring somebody like that. 

· a little later he eventually got playful and started to sprint around the room, causing you to shriek with laughter until they were puddles of giggles. 

· you asked if he could Spinjitzu with you on his back and at first he was cautious, but he did one spin and that was enough to drop you to the couch.

· he apologized again and again, making sure you were okay. and of course, you were, you wanted to do it again.

· Zane refused because it can lead to something seriously dangerous.' pft, party pooper. '

↳ NYA

· literally throws you back on the bed, couch, carpet etc. she felt her soul leave her body when you jumped onto her and she threw you causing you to let out a small 'ommfpt' but that was soon replaced with laughter.

· " Y/N M/N L/N, why the heck did you do that! " she cries, holding her heart as you stood up.

· " ihih wanted to sehe your reaction. ahand it was wororth it ! " the Water Ninja gave you a 'mom' look before grinning, 

· " you think scaring the living hell outta' your girlfriend is funny? lemme give you something to really laugh about! "

·  " wahait- wait Ny-AHA! "

· after that day when you jump on her back, she literally keeps you there and goes on with her day. 

· making a bowl of cereal, Kai will walk in and see you on her back. watering the garden? Zane comes to help but see's you on Nya's back.

· when she puts you down she literally finds a comfy space and lets go of you, literally dies when she hears your shriek as your body falls from his back.

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe

Hey y'all! I love writing fics and I love making OCs! So, please enjoy this Hazbin Hotel fanfiction as well!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing and depictions of violence?

Genre: Angst?

Word Count: 2.1K

1. Welcome to Hell

She had never fallen for anything as hard as she fell into Hell. Free falling however many feet only to face plant into a concrete barren street is not how she imagined her day starting. Was this the start of her day? What had she been doing before this? Certainly not jumping off a building or out of a plane. She stood slowly, many loud sounds abound while she reached for her now shattered glasses, before realizing that without them, her vision was perfect. 

“What the fuck?” She blinked once, then twice, then 15 more times before she concluded that her vision was finally 20/20. Clear enough to see the crimson sky above her, all the buildings around the same shade of red. Some roads cracked and broken even more than a neglected Brooklyn neighborhood. Suddenly, the sound of an approaching car broke her out of her trance, and she jumped out of the way, barely avoiding getting hit. 

“Get the fuck outta the road ya stupid bitch!!”

Instantly her middle finger was up and she was shouting right back “Fuck you, ya decrepit piece of shit! I do what I fucking want!!!” Well, she didn’t want to be standing here in the middle of an unfamiliar street, but nobody told her what to do. She could’ve left her frames in the middle of the street where they’d landed, but without thinking she placed them in her pocket. She wasn’t going to get any answers just standing in this one spot, so she started walking. The red in the air had to be due to terrible air quality, but she could breathe just fine. 

It was a very strange adjustment, being able to see clearly without her glasses, she kept reaching to push them up on her nose, only to realize every time that they weren’t there. She didn’t know how long she’d been walking, but the sounds of a city were growing louder as she kept on in this direction. City sounds she knew well from living in the Big Apple. 

There were many others scattered around, none of them looking quite human. Some had human-looking bodies with inhuman additives and some were just straight-up nonhuman, be they animals or monsters for lack of a better term. The buildings were bright and the people were loud, adding to the TVs in windows and the cars, trucks, and buses all running concurrently. Denizens fighting and screaming, tearing up roads and buildings as she walked aimlessly in the same direction. The building lights grew brighter as the noise levels built up. Everything was so much louder than usual, she had become accustomed to complex noise, but these made their way through her ears, down her spine, and into her stomach. She didn’t have her headphones, she’d left them at home. 

She bent over and closed her eyes, trying to steady herself enough to keep walking, at least enough to get away from this noise, but she was caught in the middle of it. The last building she saw was a large tower with glass windows all around it, and the tall letters “vVv” plastered on it for all to see, before she crouched down, feeling physically sick from the commotion. 

That is until she felt arms dragging her up. Her eyes shot open, to see some beings that looked a lot like sentient hyenas dragging her away from the busy streets. Their touch was wildly uncomfortable, not only because they were strangers, but because their appendages were digging into her skin quite painfully. She tried to stand and hold her weight, but the way she was building held did not allow it. She began squirming to get loose, the restriction of her body movement and the vast amount of sound combined to make a very unpleasant experience in her body. 

“Stop squirming, you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

She started kicking and squirming even harder, as though she was trying to escape her own body. 

“Hey! Stop moving!” Yelled another directly into her ear “Grab her legs” he spoke to another. When they went to grab her, she let out an inhuman screech, startling her would-be attackers into letting her arms go. When they attempt to recapture her, she lets out all the pressure built up in her chest, screaming at the top of her lungs. Out of her mouth came blazing flames hitting the faces of her would-be captors, screaming until she couldn’t scream anymore.

When she finally opened her eyes, the entire area was now engulfed in flames. It didn’t seem too out of place with the rest of the streets. The charred corpses of the hyenas were all around her on the ground, still flaming. She stood there and caught her breath. Once she was able to breathe steadily, she finally looked up at the sky. Standing in full sight of anyone who happened to look up, was a casino-like sign, reading “Welcome to Hell”.

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Hell? Like the place, Christians are always screaming about? This is what they were all afraid of? It looked like an ungoverned city. Broken windows, trash on fire, broken-up roads, dead bodies strewn all over the place. Falling lampposts, guts all about the streets. People killing each other all over, while she just walked right on by. There were many large buildings like skyscrapers clearly in view as if the wealthy were flaunting over the regulars. The majority of the light in the city came from these towers and buildings. Their area was cleaner and sleeker, more modern.  The class distinction was obvious. Like it wanted to be near them, but not part of them.

So if she was in Hell, were these demons? Was she a demon? Why was she in Hell? She couldn’t think of anything she had done in life that would get her sent down here. Was this even real? She knew when she was dreaming, and this felt like real life. She was still a bit in shock about the fire that came out of her mouth, but at this point, she was running on adrenaline, her legs carrying her somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t here. She starts playing with her fingers and staring at all the lights. The brightest lights surrounded a large billboard reading, “You Are Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel” with directions listed at the bottom. The words were next to a picture of what she guessed was a demon girl, with a white face, red circles on her cheek, and a long ponytail that went down her back. She cocked her head at the sight, the demoness’s face was quite striking and burned itself into her memory. 

The building was in the middle of nowhere. She had to take about 10 breaks just to get there. In front of the building was a large pentagram and the hotel itself was propped up on a hill. After 4 more breaks just to climb the hill, she reached the door. She wondered why the hotel had a marquee. She knocked once quietly, then thought for a moment and knocked again, louder. The demoness that was on the billboard was the one that opened the door.

“Awww you are so cute.” The blonde demon cooed over her appearance 

“I know right?” She brightened up at the compliment

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

“And who are you?”

“I’m Charlie! And this is my girlfriend Vaggie!” She gestures to another woman who walks up to the door with grayish-purple skin, long hair, a bow, a large spear, and an eyepatch over her left eye. 

“Okay, so I have a question,”

“Yes?” Charlie bats her large eyes

“This is Hell? Like, I am in Hell? Like the place Bible thumpers are always telling everyone else that they’re going? Like, fire and brimstone, eternal punishment for sinners? That Hell?”

“Yes.” Charlie’s smile doesn’t falter, she looks quite pleased 

“And I am here because…?”

“Well…chances are that you’re here because you’re a sinner. Meaning you did something wrong in your life. Unless you’re a fallen angel, but I think you would know if you were.”

“Is it possible that there was some sort of mistake? Because I was awesome.” 

Charlie and Vaggie look at each other, unsure of how to answer the question. “Um I don’t think there’s ever been a mistake,” Charlie responds, unsure. She looks off to think about it.

“First things first,” Vaggie spoke sternly “Our mission is very important to us, so do you plan on staying here or not? If you are, that means that you are agreeing to do your best to be redeemed. Which includes daily lesson plans, trust exercises, interacting with other guests and staff as well as doing your part around here. Do you accept?”

She squints in confusion “Why is all that necessary?”

“Because!” Charlie piped up, back from her existential thoughts “We believe that it’s easier to make strides towards redemption when you feel like part of a community! Usually, we suggest that each new guest finds another guest that they’re similar to. Although that may be difficult for you.” She strokes her chin “I don’t think we have any other guests that are deer.”

“Wait what?” She breaks up Charlie’s thoughts “What do you mean?”

“Well, when building a community, it’s easier to start small-“

“No! I mean like…other deer? What do you mean by other deer? Who’s a deer?”

Charlie glances at her girlfriend to make sure she’s seeing the same thing as her. “Um..you are,” Vaggie informs her

She tilted her head to the side in confusion. Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other before parting to let her in the hotel. There’s a large mirror in the common room wall, she approaches and looks in it; unable to comprehend what she sees. The first thing she noticed was that her dark locks were now fiery red curls. Her nose was black and the holes were larger, her lips were two different colors; the top one black and the bottom one pink. Her face was slightly more angular, with white spots all over, and two big brown deer ears sat atop her cranium. And her irises were now a deep blood red. 

She stared at her reflection, with no sound or movement. Other guests were passing by as if she was strange. Charlie stood behind her, she could tell she was getting worried, stepping out to approach the doe, but Vaggie put an arm out to stop her. She slowly reaches up to touch her face, to make sure that what she was seeing was real. She opened her mouth to speak, seeing four fangs, two on each of the sides of her mouth. She picked at them for about 5 minutes straight. They were real too. This was all real. She was a deer, specifically, a doe. 

Vaggie cleared her throat, “Don’t forget um…on the back.”

She turned her head to see what she was referring to and shot Vaggie a confused stare. Vaggie took her by the shoulders, causing her to flinch. Vaggie retreated a bit before slowly replacing her hands on the doe’s shoulders, turning her backside towards the mirror, bringing to her attention, a tail. Brown on top, white on the bottom. She looked back towards the girlfriends. 

“It can be a big shock,” Charlie looked apologetic “but at least you’re adorable!”

She turns back to the mirror, looking at herself once more, then turning back to them. 

“Yeah, I guess I am cute.” She states bluntly

She backed herself up, hitting something hard and solid. She finds herself frozen for a moment before feeling a slight weight on either side of her. Long, slender, and sharp red fingers covered her shoulders, holding her up from falling backward. She steps forward and turns to see who they belong to. She was greeted by the sight of an extremely tall demon, with a fancy red coat, a cane with a microphone on it, and red hair with black tips, that gathered on top of his head in a similar shape as the ears she had on her head. A large grin took up the majority of his face and his bright red eyes were quite a sight to behold. She stared, unable to form words at the moment, and his grin got even wider before he spoke. 

“Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart.“ he takes her in, noticing her form, ears, and face. He hadn’t seen another deer down here before. Quite interesting to say the least. He brings an arm from behind his back, takes her hand, and pulls it up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it. “Quite…a pleasure.”

Chapter 2>

[reidslovely]

Loves Never Lost (If Your Love is in Trouble Rewrite)

The Prologue

Chapter Warning: Death. Literally everywhere.

Glass crunched around his feet as he landed, the web that brought him down snapping and dissipating into thin air almost how the oxygen left in his lungs. His breath was rigid and tight as he watched her dangling there. Head back, her back arched as the web held her up, there was something pale and ghostly about her. He reached his hand out to touch her, taking the fallen girl into his arms as Peter cradled her as tenderly as he could. Gentle as if she was fine china he’s placed behind glass for a special occasion. He dropped to his knees the woman he loved laying across his lap as he pushed hair from her face. Blood trickled from her nose, slowly over her cheek and onto his suit.

There was no movement as he shook her, whimpering out a soft “No..no. Hey..hey.” 

His gloved hand patted at her cheek waiting for her to stir. 

A loud, hyena type laugh could be heard from above him. It was followed by a loud intake of air and a whimper of pain. 

“Oh Peter.” The voice taunted, tired and worn out. “What have you done?” 

Months earlier…

Peter’s back pressed against the siding of the house, a tough and worn brick scratching into the freshly abused skin on his back. He hissed to himself, out of both boredom and pain, tossing the biochem book he’d picked up from campus earlier to the side. Sitting up on the old brownstone gave him a whole view of the Queens’ neighborhood, and an even better view of a certain window on the left side of the house across the street. Peter would have noticed those sheer blue curtains anywhere. A scent of salted caramel and vanilla that was nothing but a memory danced around him as he watched her pad across the floor of her childhood room. A room he knew like the back of his hand and every freckle on her body, a room he’d found himself in far too many times. 

It was like watching a ghost wonder around a haunted house. Though when thinking about a ghost you think of soft movements, quiet and quick. Not hers. She was clumsy and in a rush. Her hair, seemingly freshly dyed a bright red, clipped up as she dug through her clothes. Her soft white robe slipped from her shoulder as she dug. Peter stared for far too long, watching her with his head perched on his knees. 

He was the ghost. 

That fact was evident when he saw the way her face contorted into all the stages of grief as she caught his eye. He’d felt like a kid who’d been caught in the middle of stealing sweets before dinner. His hand turned up in a nervous wave as he watched her. His first acknowledgement of her in almost two years. The simple motion set off the drill in the center of his brain, however, she waved back. Drawing her curtains shut after a few seconds. He wondered if that was it. That was the start of the stranger phase. 

“Peter!” The sudden appearance of May’s voice drew his eyes downward. His aunt stood on the sidewalk, grocery bags in her arms, the trunk of the car open. “A little help please.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Be right down.” 

Peter crawled back into his window, taking a quick look across the street seeing her glancing between the curtains, eyes searching for something she might have lost. Peter drew in a soft breath and in return drew his black out curtain closed. 

Writing has been hard the last couple months. I have wanted to have an ongoing fic, and I wanted to continue the plot for my 'If You Love is in Trouble" fic I stopped writing a few months back. I have had a lot of mental health problems pop up within the last few months and it has been very hard for me to write and feel like I have a space. So I'm back with a rewrite of a fic I was originally very excited to write.

Let's hope I can finish this one out- please have patience as I am finding my footing again. Thank you, love y'all.

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[glassjoe]

I saw your post hihihi, could you write some Aran X reader headcanons? (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Like how Aran would act in front of his beloved when he realised he has a crush on them?

hihi ! sorry this took a while, im a slow writer & ive been busy lol

okay so. tried my best. i went with the idea of reader/beloved being someone who works for the wvba but isnt a boxer, left it unspecific.

first few bullets are pre-crush/general hc stuff, then the stuff u actually asked for happens. im still figuring out how i wanna characterise these fucks so if it seems odd or ooc please lmk

aran ryan with a crush | headcanons! gn reader

cw brief mention of alcohol and vomiting. nothing huge, just mentioned in passing but slapped this here anyway. also penultimate bullet point is a bit sexual but again only brief, u can skip over it

Emotions aren't Aran's strong point. Most complex feelings he has are released in the ring--he finds bloody noses and bruised stomachs are far more interesting conversation partners anyway--and the ones that stay rooted deep in his belly are routinely sweat out or lost in the haze of a night on the town. Rinse and repeat ad nauseum. Wallowing in it helps no one, after all.

But sometimes, a feeling in his gut won't get chased away as easily as, say, guilt or grief. A stubborn sort of stabbing, not unlike himself, gets tangled in his belly, too stuck for his stomach acid to burn through when wild nights come back for seconds.

As much as his thick skull in the ring would have you think otherwise, he's not dense. He knows what crushes are, had more than enough in secondary school, and he's not oblivious to it nor the source. He doesn't even know you *that* well--yet--but that's never stopped the heart from wanting.

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There's no real "moment" he realises, no build-up, just sitting exhausted after a match well-won, and being now too tired to now fight the butterflies swarming his stomach or stop his eyes from following you as you pass by with a clipboard. He hides his gaze with a swig of water, drinking a bit more aggressively than he needs to and spills half of it, and by the time he recovers you've disappeared. The buzz in his gut doesn't fade, just deflates, and his hand meets his sodden hair with a half-hearted groan. Fuck.

For a while, he tries to shove it down. Where knuckles and bottles don't work, brute force emotional repression just might. "Not ready" to be tossed into dealings of love again, he'll try convince himself. Should that fail it's "Grown men don't have silly little crushes, make a move or get over yourself."

He's not as good at hiding his emotions as he'd have himself think. Just as he can't help a cruel grin in the ring, smiles find their way onto his face before he has a chance to realise he's pleased. What he intends to be a subtle smolder looks more like a hyena after a successful hunt, toothy and wide, with red blood swapped for rosy cheeks. Of course, he then attempts to recoup and snap his head away with an exaggerated frown, leaving you to wonder if he was happy to see you or wants to devour you.

Its embarrassing. He feels like a fawn, unable to properly control himself or function as soon as you step in the room. He swears all he has to do is smell you and his heart spikes not that he'd know what you smell like.

Pre-match, he doesn't want to see you. Or during, really. This suffocating adoration that came from nowhere has choked him enough to messing up in the lowest stake situations--he still gets teased over the time he intended to pass you your drink and full-hand knocked it over in his flushed haste--he doesn't want to risk it coming to bite him when it really matters. He makes a point to not provoke the audience close to staff, at risk of seeing your face--perhaps disappointed, perhaps amused--and throwing his game off.

And in turn, post-match is his favourite time to see you. Though Aran Ryan being calm will happen when pigs fly, the rush of a bout serves well to at least temper his energy a bit. Not as erratic, or bouncy, and a bit more in control of himself. Plus any fuckups can be blamed on muscle fatigue. You dote on him as best you can, he's noticed. Asking if he needs anything, offering to ease the strain rippling under his skin... Another bonus of being all tuckered is his face already being red and sweaty, so he's in no rush to hide flush that creeps up his neck as you fuss over him.

He'll make a show, teasing you for wanting to help, and as subtly as he can try to delve a little deeper, find out more about yourself. Whether you're working his wounds or jotting down on a clipboard, your company is exhilarating. It makes him giggle laugh. The insane cackle of a man has never sounded so nervous.

As he learns about you, as you grow closer and start meeting outside of designated hours, he feels both at ease and more tense. Scared of scaring you off, as he often finds he does, but he still won't dial himself back for your sake. Wants you to see him bear all and like him anyway. So he checks. He does what he wants, does his best to not act too different where it matters, and simply... checks. Waits for your reaction. His intention is to see if he should pursue, so to speak, that you simply enjoy him and his company regardless of his reputation or persona or who he is on a genuine level. As well as if, yeah, he didn't need to yell at that guy like that, that was just uncalled for. He's perhaps not the best judge on that end, though.

Speaking of trying not to act different, well, everyone acts a fool in love. He can certainly try, but an early 20s man in a male-dominated sport? There's at least a few masculinity issues trailing aftet him. He can't help but puff his chest out like a bird of paradise when you compliment him, or flex his arm when you so much as graze it. Simply can't stop himself from saying how he could protect you if you're walking through a forest, or wanting to compare hand sizes, regardless of your size compared to him.

Aran Ryan is still Aran Ryan. While there is an extent of not wanting to scare you off, he's not holding back on the name-calling or insults, no mattet how playful. He may dig too deep into genuinely sensitive areas though. Maybe he's still in denial about this, trying to prove it to himself. Or he's just not that great at boundaries.

He's nearly tripped over his own feet several times. One time you managed to grab his hoodie only to also fall onto his back. Nearly died, he swears. Cushioned your fall quite nicely at least. He'll want to make a lewd joke about it, but gets embarrassed as it leaves his mouth because he gets a mental image so it descends into stuttering and ends up insulting you instead to cover himself. Brilliant work Ryan really making yourself look great.

Aran's a mess of a man. He's all over the place. Stuck between wanting to impress you and staying true to himself unabashedly, and he finds doing both is very difficult. Past lovers compounded that. And as long as his affections remain unrequited or secret, that's not really going to change easily. Maybe its comfort he needs, or just a helping hand. Maybe you should say something...

GOD im so sorry this is SO all over the place i qrote this over several days so my flow wasnt there and i dont wanna put too much effort into thesee. i. need to write down how i charactetise these guys stat so im uh sorry if this is shit. i would have a nicer ending to out a ribbon on but idk how to end bullet point hc stuff so. enjoyyy

AND TY FOR REQUESRTING !!! as much as im bitching this was fun to do !!! and also feel free to send more of these in !! i can do more like this or i can do thise ones that like its a scenario and all the boxers react to it those seem fun

[samoankpoper21]

My Monster

Word count: 883

The small, spiky red haired boy watched as the older, much taller version of himself focused on putting white chocolate frosting on cupcakes that were to be served for dessert later. "Poppa?"

"Mm?

"Are Saori and I monsters?"

"What?!" Satori exclaimed as frosting shot out the canister, messing up the perfect swirl Satori was working on. "Who told you that?"

"Some kids at school told me that Saori and I are monsters because we have bright red hair, brown skin, and weird color eyes." Trying to remain calm in front of your son, Satori inhales through his nose and asks, "And what did you do after those kids told you that?"

"I roared and chased after them." Pausing for a brief second, Satori snorted and threw his head back laughing. Yup. He's most definitely my son.

"I'm hooome." Forgetting about the moment, Satoshi and Saori rushed to the doorway as a cacophony of momma filled the air. You chuckled trying to juggle with retaining what the kids were saying to you, the bags of groceries, all while slipping your shoes off. You looked up to see your handsome, goofy, husband's silhouette fill the doorway instantly causing you to smile and feel warm inside. "Hi baby."

"Hey love." Satori came forward and grabbed the bags of groceries that you were holding leaning forward to give you a kiss. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around him wanting more until a chorus of ewws filled the room. You both began to laugh when you questioned, "Did you guys do your homework?"

"Yes momma."

"I'll get dinner started so daddy will help you wash off." You felt Satori's hand gently grab your forearm as he quietly said, "On second thought, I can do dinner tonight. You just got off of work and the kids miss you."

"Eh? Are you sure? Babe really it's no trouble. It's my turn to cook anyway."

"It's ok. I got it." He gave you a sad, soft smile before kissing your cheek and trudged toward the kitchen. All these years of being with him you automatically knew that when something was bothering Satori he needed to keep his hands moving. You peered down at your son and daughter with their bright red hair and melanated skin both confused as to what just happened. You clapped your hands to grab their attention and shouted, "Who's ready for a bubble bath!!" Saori squealed and ran away while Satoshi, his mind forever wandering and processing, slowly made his way to the bathroom to prepare for bath time.

Dinner and bed time went down surprisingly smooth. You flopped down on the bed after your shower both of you heaving a sigh of relief. Satori instantly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his bare chest. "Satori?"

"Baby, did you think I was a monster when we first started dating?"

"What?" you turned over to look at your husband, confused as to where this question was coming from. Satori had this distant look in his eyes as he continued. "I'm just sayin'."

"I didn't think you were a monster per se but I did find it odd that you wanted to date me out of all the girls you used to be surrounded by."

"Those girls didn't like me. They were using me to get closer to Ushijima-kun." A beat of silence passed as you sat up staring at your husband, noting the hint of sadness in his eyes. "My love," you ask. "Where is this coming from?" Satori finally peered up, pushed himself to sit up alongside you and say, "Some of the kids in Satoshi's class called he and Saori monsters."

"WHAT?!?!! Oh hell no! Do I have to kick some kid's ass!?!?!?!" Seeing how riled up you were, Satori couldn't help but laugh his signature laugh. He wrapped you in his arms, trapping you between his legs, his bare chest against your back trying to get you to calm down. "I don't know who the fuck they think they are calling MY FAMILY monsters." Satori chuckled telling you, "Shush you're going to wake the kids."

"You're the one with the hyena laugh." He stifled his laughter as he wrapped his long arms tighter around you. Words alone couldn't describe how much he loved you, how he was so grateful that you were his and wanted him and him alone. He peppered kisses on the back of your neck, behind your ear until he felt your breathing evening out. "You were triggered when Satoshi told you that huh?"

"A little." You turned so that you were facing him, grabbed his face and say, "You're not a monster. Kids and people put a negative label on those that are different. And, as twisted as this may sound, even if you are a monster, you're my monster; and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world." Satori smiled, leaned forward with his eyes closed gently bumping your foreheard. "I love you." he whispered.

"I love you too." You kissed him, Satori soon finding himself laying flat on his back, you hovering over him with your hands on the headboard. He cocked his eyebrow as you breathlessly say, "Let me show my monster some lovin'."

Author's Note: GAWD THIS ENDING IS SO CRINGE 😂🥲🫣 ASDJDAKDSLKAD Anyway hope y'all enjoyed this 🥲🙃🤣

[tedwardremus]

If you are taking prompts:

McGonagall had saved all the essays that James had written and each of them had doodles & initials, then she’d give it to James and Lily on their wedding day

“James what is this?” Lily asked in confusion

*games giggles like a hyena* “Nothing- I’m lactose!” he shouted in panic

*McGonagall holds the bridge of her nose in frustration *

-anon 😉 (yes I purposely misspelled James!)

Thank you, @nena-96, I mean anon, for sending such a wonderful prompt.

I felt the only way to do it justice was to channel my inner pre-teen fanfic writer.

A/N: OMG I don’t own any of the characters. Don’t sue!! :(

Sirius isn’t in this because I kidnapped him and feeding him cookies in my locker. Don’t be jealous :)

McGonagall was everyone’s favorite teacher but she only liked one student and that was James Potter.

She loved him so much that she saved all the essays that James had written over the years, each one filled with doodles and initials of his love for Lily Evans. When James got married she knew EXACTLY what she was going to give him as a wedding present.

It would be payback for all the times he played pranks in her class.

The wedding came and McGonagall mischievously handed over her surprise.

"James, what is this!" Lily asked, laughing, holding up one of the essays covered in scribbles of broomsticks, Quidditch hoops, and little hearts with "J + L" inside.

James giggled like a hyena, clearly embarrassed. "Nothing—I'm lactose!" he shouted in a panic, his face turning red.

McGonagall held the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Mr. Potter, I had hoped you would have matured by now. Clearly, I was mistaken."

Lily laughed, shaking her head. "Honestly, James. You never change."

James started crying and said, "I thought they were lost forever. Guess Minnie had a soft spot for my artistic talents."

A/N: I hope you like it!! 

I’ve got to go now and let Sirius out of my locker. He needs his daily walk and fresh air. BYE!!!

[kumeko]

A/N: For @gcsfanzine ! I love the antics these three get into, with Selina forced into the responsible role because she’s the only one of the three with some conscience.

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Ivy was sick. Selina took a moment to contemplate the thought, to fully savour the situation she found herself in. Poison Ivy, Pamela Isley, one-woman army and stone-cold bitch, was sick. Sick enough to need help, to ask for help.

And the well-known misanthrope needed Selina’s help.

It was hard enough to think about, let alone believe. Yet, Selina couldn’t doubt the evidence in front of her. Sprawled across Harley’s plush, king-sized mattress, an extremely grumpy Ivy glared at the ceiling. Her fingers tapped the blankets ceaselessly, her jaw clenched so hard Selina could have broken walnuts against it. She looked like a cantankerous alley cat. She also looked entirely out of place buried amongst Harley’s infinite plushies.

How Harley had managed to force Ivy into her bedroom, Selina had no idea. The whole place looked like the residence of a punk princess, a strange hybrid of cute frills and black leather. Neither of the two vibes fit Ivy and put together they just looked even more garish.

“Ahh.” Ivy breathed out harshly before forcing herself up into a seated position. Her red hair clung to her sticky skin, giving her an oddly deflated appearance. There was a reddish tint to her green skin. All in all, she looked like a sick person. A very cranky sick person. “I’m leaving.”

Selina snorted inelegantly. There was the Ivy she knew and tolerated. From across the room, she gestured at the foot of the bed and raised a brow. “How? You broke your leg. And you have a fever.”

Ivy fisted her hand and hit the mattress. A shark plushie fell off the bed. “The fucking hyenas broke it.” Her hair had a life of its own and rose, giving her a lion-like mane. Maybe it sensed its mistress’s rage. “I’ll kill them.”

“You’d be doing me a favour.” Selina wrinkled her nose as she thought of those mangy mutts. The number of times she’d almost lost a cat to them—she should have kicked them out months ago.

“Hey!” Harley growled as she entered the room holding a tray laden with food. She was dressed as a sexy nurse, though that didn’t make her glare any less intimidating as she stomped her foot. “Stop being mean to my babies!”

Selina rubbed her forehead. By now, she should be used to Harley’s level of chaos and nonsense, but somehow the woman continued to surprise her. At least the soup looked decent. “Did you really need the outfit?”

Holding the tray in one hand, Harley arched her back and jutted her hip as she mimicked a pin up poster. “Of course! It’s part of the care package!” She blew a kiss to Ivy. “Don’t you just love it?”

Not caring a wit about the fanservice, Ivy’s expression grew colder than the tundra. “Pick one of them to die or they all will.”

“Neither!” Harley carefully set the soup down on her side table before turning to Ivy. She bent forward and poked her sick friend on the cheek. “I’ll take good care of you in exchange.”

“You’d have to do that anyways!” Ivy swatted her hand away, her scowl only increasing in intensity. “This happened because of you.”

“She has a point, you know.” Selina crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, more than content to just watch the show instead of participating. “We had a deal. Your hyenas are supposed to stay in the basement.”

“They do!” Harley pouted, puffing her cheeks as she glanced up at Selina. “I was only taking them out for a walkie.”

If Harley intended for that to be reassuring, it was the exact opposite. Selina groaned and closed her eyes. There were enough eyes on their shared residence without the hyenas as is. “Oh, so I should expect more missing pet flyers? These things are a nuisance.”

“They’re not things, they’re family.” Between the pig-tails and the pout, Harley was akin to a sulking toddler. Sometimes Selina couldn’t believe that she had a degree and keen intuition. “They just get hungry sometimes but they know better than to mess with you. Or your cats.”

“Oh, and is that why they tackled me?” Ivy asked, her smile as sharp as a razor blade at the slight. “Food? They think I’m weak?”

“They just bumped into you! It’s not their fault you were holding poison. And it didn’t just splash on you, it hit them!” Harley huffed, crossing her arms. She turned up her nose. “Maybe you should be more careful.”

Ivy’s voice dropped dangerously low. “Are you blaming me?”

Selina could practically feel the vines crawling through the pipes and concrete. She groaned. “Don’t break the place, I just finished paying for it.”

“My plants are hungry.” Ivy pushed her hair out of her face, steeling herself as she tried to get up. “Maybe I should give them a snack.”

Harley grabbed her shoulders and firmly pushed her down. “You’re still sick and stop saying that!”

At this rate, Selina was going to get a headache. Or become homeless. It was time to step in. Slowly, she approached the struggling pair. “Harley.” She rested her hand on her shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Just enough that the threat was there. “Next time, the hyenas are gone.”

Harley glanced at her, then looked away. “Fineeee.”

“Great.” Selina turned to Ivy and tried not to smirk. Maybe she should take a picture later, for blackmail. “It’s too late to go back to your room, just live with it.”

Ivy’s frown deepened, as though she heard Selina’s thoughts. “I—” she protested.

Harley cut her off. “If you want to leave, I have to feed you.”

“Huh?” Flabbergasted, Ivy stared at her.

Harley picked up a spoon. She smiled deviously. “Should I pretend this is a train? Or maybe a bee coming to pollinate?”

“…fuck you.” Ivy snatched the spoon.

“Great, we have a deal! I’ll go get a cooling pack.” Harley sprang to her feet. Blowing another kiss, she spun on her heel and skipped out of the room. “Just you wait, I have great patient care.”

“Fifty bucks says she kills you,” Selina said the second Harley disappeared.

“It’s not a bet if we’re both on the same side.” Ivy tucked her hair behind her ear and took a careful sip of the soup. “Huh, not bad.”

“So she really can cook.” Selina shook her head. Was it something Harley had picked up after she’d changed, or was it something a lonely psychiatrist had learned after pulling long shifts? “It’s not poisoned?”

“Probably not.” Ivy took another spoonful. She closed her eyes as she swallowed, as though absorbing information on it. Maybe she could; Selina never fully understood her meta abilities with plants and their poisons. “It’s fine.”

“Maybe I should bet she’ll actually heal you.” Selina reached forward, pressing a hand to Ivy’s neck. “Your fever doesn’t seem that high and if you can talk and eat like that, I guess that other poison didn’t actually hurt you that much.”

Ivy stiffened under her touch and Selina recoiled. They stared at each other for a long moment before Selina looked away. “Force of habit,” she muttered in lieu of an apology.

“Habit?” Ivy lightly touched her neck.

“That…it’s an old memory.” Selina clenched her hand. A very old memory. It had been years since she’d let herself think of her childhood on the streets, even longer since she let herself think of Maggie and Holly and how they used to be.

Ivy studied her before changing the topic. It was oddly tactful of her. “The poison was just a paralysis.”

“But you can move?”

“Barely.” Ivy flopped back on the bed, her hair spreading around her. “I doubt I could actually make it back to my room.”

“And here you were trying to act so strong.” Selina snickered. Maybe she should have let Ivy try, if only to see her flop off the bed and stumble down the hall. “I’ll get you a Tylenol.”

Ivy scowled. “I don’t need any medicine. It’s not like they work on me anyways.”

“That’s why you don’t turn your blood into a pharmacy cocktail,” Selina muttered, rolling her eyes. “Then I’ll just grab one for myself. If I have to keep dealing with your weird foreplay, I’ll need it.”

As she left, she dodged the plush piranha Ivy hurled. “You really are doing better,” Selina teased before disappearing down the hall.

In the distance, she could hear several small thuds as Harley got her care supplies. Clearly, she was going after more than just a cooling pack, and Selina was both scared and curious to find out what it was. Either way, she’d have to especially make sure she didn’t get sick after this. With Ivy’s vindictive personality, Selina would suffer two-fold in Harley’s hands.

A soft nudge shook her out of her stupor. Selina peeked down to find Alexander, a calico tom, brushing against her as she walked. She chuckled, reaching down to give him a good head rub before entering her bedroom.

Perhaps it was because she had worn a costume for years now, whether it was for good or evil, but Selina had a well-stocked medicine cabinet that could rival a drug store. Amidst ordinary painkillers and bandages, there were black market drugs to cover any niche injury. Selina’s finger brushed against each bottle as she checked for more over-the-counter solution.

The first one on the second row froze her.

With shaky fingers, she pulled it out and stared at it. A baby’s cough medicine. Grape flavoured. Only a third of it used. The bottle was brown.

Selina should have tossed it long ago. She should toss it now.

She wasn’t quite ready to let go of that dream, of her daughter returning home.

Pressing her forehead against the cabinet, Selina sighed. Ivy wasn’t the only one vulnerable tonight, it seemed. This wasn’t the time or place for these thoughts. They certainly weren’t the right people to have these thoughts around. Even now, Harley and Ivy still tried to pry into her relationship with Gotham’s protectors, hoping to extract the valuable secret identities she carefully guarded.

Who knew what they’d do if they found out about her daughter or her sister or any of the people Selina had stepped on to get to where she was now?

“This is stupid,” Selina muttered to herself as she returned to Harley’s room. She’d just make sure Ivy was alive, that Harley wasn’t up to no good, and then she’d retire for the day. It had been a trying couple of hours. She’d earned a rest.

“Are you seriously staying all night?” Ivy snarled.

A rest she was definitely not going to get. Selina braced herself as she entered Harley’s room. As expected, Ivy was still lying on the bed, though now with a neon blue ice-pack on her forehead. Her hands kept reaching it, trying to tear it off, but Harley kept swatting them back down.

Harley sniffed. “I have to, you’re too stubborn to heal up otherwise.”

The surprise was Harley. As usual. Perched on the bed right next to Ivy, she wrapped an arm around Ivy’s shoulders to hold her in place. The bowl of soup next to her was half-finished, so Selina didn’t have to worry if Ivy would starve tonight. On Ivy’s knees, a laptop perched precariously.

Noticing her return, Harley waved. “You’re back!”

“I thought I should keep the house in one piece,” Selina drawled, glancing at Ivy. “Ivy too, I guess.”

“Like you’d last ten minutes with just her,” Ivy scoffed, not buying the bluff.

“We’re watching a movie,” Harley interrupted, grinning. “Wanna join?”

“I…” Selina pursed her lips, her excuse on the tip of her tongue.

“Please?” Harley begged, batting her eyes. “With a cherry on top.”

“If you leave me alone with her, I’ll kill you.” Ivy crossed her arms as she leaned back, accepting her fate. “Sit on the bed but don’t get too comfortable. The second it’s done, you’re both out.”

“Comfortable?” Selina laughed, slipping into the empty space. “Like a cactus like you would let me.”

She didn’t need the reminder. She already knew better. The moment Selina got comfortable with them, the moment she spilled her secrets, these quiet moments would come to an end.

And she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.

[handfulofmuses]

Sorry I just love his little red nose because I feel like the easiest way to recognize him would be his nose bc it’s so distinctive from other hyenas

[viilpstick]

LISTEN. IM BORED AND SLIGHTLY JEALOUS OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE VALENTINE'S DAY PLANS. SO HERE *shoves part 2 of the leobelle valentine's day scenario onto your lap* @justm3di0cr3

•••

Isabelle blew her nose on Adeline's handkerchief, her eyes slightly swollen and her nose red from crying. Her best friend simply moved her hand up and down Isabelle's back, trying to comfort her to the best of her abilities. 

“So basically you think he doesn't love you? That's why you're upset?” Adeline asked, her pinkish eyes watching the brunette as she tilted her head in curiosity.

“I don't even know, Delih. I just- couldn't hold it when he told me he’d forget it all.” Isabelle dried her tears, a big sigh escaping her as she slowly calmed down. “I don't care about his feelings towards me but… for some reason that made me angry.”

“Oh, please, Isabelle, don't be a child and see what's right in front of you.” Adeline got up, crouching in front of her friend and grabbing her hands, the kindest look on her eyes as she continued: “it's clearly obvious how much you care for him. You’ve been counting your days for this festival just to see him-”

“It wasn't to see him, I just like festivals…” Isabelle tried to argue, but after Adeline gave her a look for interrupting she shut up.

“I'm not quite certain of what happened since I wasn't there myself… but I can tell that annoying lion must've had your feelings and safety as a priority. Would you truly have wanted him to kiss you when you were under a love potion’s effects?” She looked down at their hands, eyes full of embarrassment and shame. Adeline smiled and grabbed her face into her two hands. “Look, Isa. I can tell how much you love him by the way you defend him and by how you look at him. And I can say the same about his feelings towards you.”

“Delih, please… feeding me these fantasies of me and Leona falling in love, marrying and living happily ever after is not going to do any good for me.” Isabelle took Adeline’s hands out of her face, holding them and looking in her vice housewarden’s eyes. “We’re both in an unfortunate situation. He doesn't love me and never will. I have to suck it up and deal with it.”

“You didn't deny your feelings though.” The blonde laughed and Isabelle went red, frowning and crossing her arms, mumbling how she was mistaken and didn't understand anything. Adeline simply sighed. “Dear, listen. Have you ever seen my predictions fail? Once I looked at how Poppy and Epel interacted, didn't I say they were in love? Didn't I tell you about how the prefect of NRC would eventually confess her feelings for Leona's hyena friend?”

“You also said multiple times that I must've been seeing things when Malleus looked at you all lovesick.”

“Missing the point.” 

“I'm just… tired, alright?” Isabelle confessed. “I'm tired of having to deal with Leona and my feelings that make absolutely no sense and always contradict each other.” She got up and Adeline was forced to do the same. The blonde’s hand rested in her shoulder as Isabelle grabbed her hand and forced a small smile. “I think I'll return to RSA earlier. Please take care of our students for me, and if Poppy or anyone else asks… just say I had a headache.”

Adeline just watched with a frown as Isabelle left, leaving her alone with her arms crossed and looking down at where her friend left, wondering what she could do to help her friend in any way.

But before, she needed to take care of something. Or rather, someone.

“I would advise you to never eavesdrop on the princess of Roseneuve. Show yourself.”

“I didn't mean to…” Ruggie popped up from behind a wall, his ears down at being discovered. “I was just passing by but you guys seemed to be having a tough discussion.”

“And naturally you stayed to listened to the whole thing.”

“You guys mentioned my housewarden, how would I not get curious?” Rugged rolled his eyes, hands on his pockets as he looked at Adeline with caution. “Just lemme get off the hook this time, will ya? Daisy and I planned something for the festival, I can't keep her waiting.”

Adeline smirked. Maybe she could take advantage of this.

“I’ll let you go in peace, and I'll even compensate you if you do as I tell you.”

“What are you talking about?” He lifted an eyebrow, suspicious. “What sort of compensation?”

“Well, I'm sure your precious flower would be delighted to go on a fancy dinner date after the festival.” Adeline suggested, hands innocently on her back as she watched Ruggie’s ears perk up. “If you do something for me, I'll give you enough money to pay for a wonderful date for you and Daisy. You have my word.”

“Well, why didn't you say so before, Adeline-san?” Ruggie suddenly went into flattering mode, holding the girl’s hands as his tail wagged in happiness at the idea of not only getting money but being able to spend it on a proper date. “Anything you want me to do, I'm your guy. So, what is it?"

•••

Isabelle turned the page of her book, reading the story on her bed in her favorite nightgown to try to cheer herself up. This day had gotten too much out of her, and she simply wished to forget it all and read her comfort book.

Still, everytime she turned the page, she thought of him. 

She groaned loudly and shut her book, letting it rest beside her. Pax, the dorm’s dog who immediately realized something was off with his beloved housewarden once she arrived at Rosantée, got up from his spot in her room, walking towards her and resting his head on her lap. Isabelle chuckled and scratched his ears, the dog leaning into her touch in response.

“I'm fine, sweetheart. Trust me.” She wasn't really, but she guessed she couldn't be honest even with a dog. 

Suddenly, she heard a sound outside. Both of them looked at her door, confused at the sudden noise. Isabelle got up, walking slowly towards it as Pax followed right behind her, but before they could even get any closer, he recognized a smell, and happily ran towards the balcony, barking at something outside.

“Pax, come on now!” Isabelle ran towards him, grabbing him by the collar and trying to push him off the edge of the balcony. “This is dangerous, you can't-” she was interrupted by a hand holding onto the edge of the balcony, scaring the girl. As the person made their way up, she recognized them, and running to help them get inside, she grabbed his hand. “What the heck are you doing here, you psycho?!”

“Coming to see you, moron.” Leona answered, finally landing on the balcony, sitting on the ground to catch his breath. 

“It's the middle of the night. Couldn't you have waited until tomorrow to walk inside like a normal person?” Isabelle said, her cheeks flustered at the sight of him, the memories from earlier still fresh in her mind. Still, she was touched that the lazy Leona that she knew went all this way just to see her. She signed and sat down beside him, hugging her knees. “What is it? Say it quick then leave, I don't wanna see your face at the moment.”

Pax sniffed Leona's face and he basically hissed at the dog, but he didn't seem to care as he laid down on the floor looking lovingly at the beastman. Leona clicked his tongue and turned to face Isabelle.

“Ruggie said he saw you getting a confession. Is that true?”

Isabelle looked at him in total confusion as she tilted her head slightly.

“...no?”

Leona let out a loud sigh of relief, resting his head on a wall while Isabelle watched, even more confused. He muttered something about killing Ruggie once he was back and said: “good. It should stay this way.”

Isabelle rolled her eyes at that. The audacity of this guy to play with her feelings and still say stuff like this…

“Are you done? If so, leave.” She got up, but couldn't walk forward because of Leona's sudden grip on her wrist. He stared at her with a blank expression, and she frowned her eyebrows in annoyance. “What more do you want? Leave.”

Leona groaned as if the reason why he stayed there was obvious, but she was the only one who didn't get it. He got up, never letting her wrist go, and hugged her tight, his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck as Isabelle stayed there in shock. 

“I was worried, you weirdo.” He squeezed her, and Isabelle shivered at the feeling of his breath on her neck. “I thought it was that annoying prince wannabe.”

“What?”

“The guy who confessed. I thought it was that pale as snow freak.” Isabelle felt slightly annoyed at the insult, but ultimately melted at his embrace, rejoicing in what she could only hope was jealousy. 

Hope? Sevens. That potion really did a number on her.

“Neige is not interested in me, remember?”

“I wasn't either.” Before Isabelle could ask what he meant by this he just tightened the embrace, as if not wanting the subject to continue any further. And she got the message.

“Well… is that all?” Isabelle asked in curiosity, her hands finally hugging him back. 

Leona stayed quiet for a while, and Isabelle wondered if he fell asleep on her. Yes he was standing, but Leona was known for sleeping anywhere and everywhere, she wouldn't be surprised. 

“No.” He separated himself from her, but still held her in his arms, and before she knew it he was kissing the corner of her lip, her cheek and nibbling her ear, to which she let a small gasp escape. She held her ear in surprise as he chuckled, kissing her forehead right after. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

And he was gone, leaving the girl alone in a state of pure confusion as her face got even redder and she couldn't help but smile. Still, she cursed Leona's whole lineage, which, she assumed, would be hers as well.

•••

Bonus:

“Hey, Adeline…” Poppy asked as she watched her housewarden embarrassingly trying to hide the bouquet of red and white roses standing in front of her door. “where did that come from?”

“Oh, who knows? Maybe cupid was nice to Isa this year.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAILOVETHWMMM

cof cof anyway

i need to invest more is Ruggie and Adeline’s friendship- LIKE SHE IS NOT THAT WEALTHY AS WELL… So her coming up to Malleus like “Babe, like i need some moneyy-“ “how much? ill give u all. just for exchange, you will let me brainrot about gargoyles awhile we cuddle.” “… Fair deal.”

BUT FUCK IT

THE WAY HE KUSSES HER??????????11?1?1!1?1!??1?1!1?1? THE BOUQUET??????

CUPID FRICKING ADELINE

THANK THANK FOR MAKING SECOND PART MAH I LOVE YA MUAW MUAW MUAWW

[4e7her]

Hi! Love your OC “Yuujirou”. I was wondering if you can write a one-shot about yandere Ruggie with Yuujirou. And Yuujirou just starts to do his mating rituals like slightly pushing Ruggie and being close to him. I feel like Ruggie would be happy/flustered that he’s close to him as he loves Yuujirou, and that he’s on cloud 9 when he realizes that Yuujirou is courting him as his lover.

Keep up the good work!! 😁

omg thank you for the request i absolutely love this idea!!! legit made me so happy to see you have no idea. enjoy! :)

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character: ruggie bucchi, twst

contains: oc used as main character - not an x reader, yandere themes, male main character, not canon within little panther

view the oc here. for basics, he's more or less a black panther beastman (referred to as hybrid, as they are different things, but similar) named yuujirou. you can read the fanfic i'm writing for him here (quotev) or here (ao3).

post referenced: yuujirou's mating rituals

It started with small nudges, here and there.

They weren’t much, but of course Ruggie took notice - he always did, with Yuujirou.

Along with that, the panthers scent slowly started to overtake the clothes that the hyena wore, the things he brought around with him, everything. At first, he just thought it was a pleasant coincidence. One that he would enjoy while it lasted.

But, it didn’t stop. If Ruggie didn’t know better, he would say it almost seemed like Yuuji was marking him. A thought that made him blush with a love struck grin, but one that he dismissed just as quickly as it appeared.

Maybe he shouldn’t have, though, the hyena realizes now as Yuujirou greets him with an outright cheek rub and a slight push. That had to count for something, didn’t it?

He returns the gesture, of course, pleased to hear how the hybrid purrs at the exchange. But before he can lose focus, Ruggie clears his throat.

“So, um, Yuuji…” He starts, having to take a moment to admire how the panther responds to his call to attention with starry eyes before he can continue. “You’ve been more, ahem, touchy? Lately?”

“Not that I’m not okay with that! I… really, really like it, actually. I was just wondering…”

His voice dies out before he can finish his sentence, and with wide eyes he watches how the hybrid rolls his eyes and lets out a chuff halfway between annoyed and affectionate, slipping his hand behind the hyena and pulling him close into an embrace of sorts, their noses just shy of touching.

A few moments pass, Ruggie getting increasingly more red as his brain goes into overdrive, even more so when Yuujirou suddenly pulls back with the hint of a growl.

There’s a million apologies on his lips in an instant, rushing to try and dispel any misunderstandings that came up because of his silence, but they all fizzle away when he sees Yuuji instead calmly walk to a nearby bush and pull the first years that constantly follow him around out of it.

“Oh. Yeah. That… makes more sense.” Ruggie mumbles, more to himself than anything, watching how the jaguar scolds their audience as his brain starts to restart.

He would have never guessed that his guess would’ve been right. Really, he thought it was much too presumptuous of him - he was half expecting to have left the conversation with threat of never speaking to Yuujirou again.

Not that he would’ve stood for that, would’ve just let it happen without warming his way back into his panther’s life, but it was the thought that mattered. That scared him anyways.

To see that he was right in the first place, that the object of all his affections actually did like him, had Ruggie well beyond cloud nine.

Now, all he needs to do is make sure it stays that way.

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[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Childhood bliss, a beautiful yet envious object of conversation for many when getting to know the best of someone.

"Yeah my childhood was just work work work." Groaned man with the lavender swirls of hair that lays side ways on a lounging couch. Joe is currently surrounded with his other workmates and friends in the hotel room taking a union break from their jobs and busy life. "Oh come on there has to have been something good in your childhood." Prodded Malfie, his green eyes looking at his friend who simply shrugs. After that, he turned to everyone else, "Anyone?"

Ms Hades spoke up rather fast, "It was always studying and parents bickering. Though I guess I could argue it was nice to bond with my mother but she never visited me so guess not so much." Veil shrugged her small shoulders, "I wasn't really a child back then even with a body of one. It was always the church." Malfie sighed and hung his head before looking to Pretty Scar fast. "What about you-" He gets stopped fast buy Farja's hand smacking his shoulder. You see, everyone's been... careful since the events of gossips and rumors around the hyena girl since it opened up wounds that very obviously hurt her badly, it wasn't as if they were being mean just don't really know how to...react.

Though it was too late, Pretty Scar was already thinking. "I'd say..."

A little hyena cub jumps onto a rock of a pile of dirt and climbs higher up, brown eyes shining under the sun beams making a lovely orange hue and tint instead like a painting mask. Upon her small paws finally reaching the highest stone her ears perk against the wind as the sun rising pass the large vase of land made up of dark and browns and some greens and yellows and reds much like the skies large orange pink clouded vision of mystical beauty.

Pretty Scar's eyes flutter as she smiles, "The sunrise. It was always beautiful no matter where I was." Jack smiles and softly nudges her. "Of course only you would say something like that."

The groups were interrupted when a knock happens at the door. "I'll get it." Mumbled Joe as he sat up with a groan and stalked over to the door while everyone went back to coffee.

Suddenly there was a yelp and a thud-

"Hurry up we'll be late!" Called out Vince as he fixes his coat yet again as he hears footsteps echo off the stairs. "We're coming we're coming you Sir Lord of Time." Whined his brother Jack, Cece behind him stiffing a chuckle before she yawned.

Before anyone moved forward the smell of brimstone, jasmine, and sea salt tickles the Kemonohito household's noses and a large bright shine happens. After getting over the shock of the fit of light everyone stared in the living room to fine their new odd friends that are the Villain Recruiters though something was odd with them. "What have I mentioned before, careful with summons in the living room!" Argued Valerie as she hurries over.

Then she stops.

And when she stops you know something really isn't right.

Curiously, the children of Valerie walked their way to their friends and pauses fast on what they see... In the arms of some are a little girl with light eyes and dark black wavy hair with a golden bracelet on her wrist and a tiny chubby boy with pale skin and wet mop of light hair or behind others are a tiny thin girl with a mess of curly brown hair and ears and tail of a hyena and a flat nose beside a slightly taller girl with light hair in a bob.

"What happened?!" Yelped Malachite, regretting it when the boy tears up and starts whining in which Malfie held him closer. Zuri squinted at one of the girls, her nose scrunch up as she ponders before asking, "Pretty Scar?" The girl with ears giggles and waves her arms around. Lady Hook held the girl with light hair near her as she answers the first question, "We don't know. There was a knock and Joe answered and now this happened!" "And you came her why?" Asked Nadia who dealt beside her lookalike who's holding the first girl with dark hair to look at her more. The recruiters were silent at first before Dalmatia opened his mouth, "We need help. We can't tell their masters this for obvious reasons and telling Mr V or Miss Scatter will for sure lead them knowing, but we can't just let their spots be empty."

Cece sighs, "So you want us to cover?" "Well cover isn't really the word- Please, this is newer than any other time and we can't leave them." Begged Jack Heart.

Before anyone could say anything, the little Pretty Scar ran from behind Dalmatia across the apartment until she made it to one of the large windows that show the city. Valerie squints her eyes, "Is that your coat?" "Look they obviously got too small for their clothes we had to work fast with four sudden naked children in our care okay?" The mom remained silent as she stared at the small hyena girl. It's strange... she looks a lot like Zuri but different obviously. They all look so much like her children with the touches of differences.

This is a fic idea I had but I have some blanks on ideas but full things in hand

Been listening to this on loop

Valerie and the Kemonohito family belongs to @crazyyanderefangirlfan and I was kind of hoping once you feel better boo if they can help continue this fic in a form of us taking turns writing parts. Kind of like how me and @gay-salt-amber do our fics

[askthehiddencaste]

Serthi: Think

Serthi fighting with his demons and finally taking a step in his life in the right direction ***Suicidal Thoughts implied heavily with this drabble*** If theres something i missed and can tag please tell me so i can do so Izdira and Xheras both belong to @contrastparadoxx ! Go show them some love!!

“Thank you for walking me home darling. Are you sure you don't want to spend the day with me? Xheras is going to be at his other Red’s today so he won't be around to start a fight this time…”

Serthi smiled sweetly to his mate, reaching up to gently cup the others cheek. “As much as i would love to, I have to get back to my room…they decided to move me this time and i need to clean up and be ready to move by tomorrow after sundown” he replied softly as the fuchsia cusp frowned. 

“Then just come stay here! I hate that you constantly get moved from room to room and live out of a suitcase!” Izdira pouted, those expressive fins showing his displeasure at Serthis situation. The jade returned a softer, sadder smile as he shook his head. 

“I don't want to cause strife more than there already is jewel....besides I still have a lot to repay and atone for…this is….it's just part of it” he answered simply, his thumb running over Izzy’s cheek. 

The dweller gave a defeated sigh and nodded. “Alright, fine….Whatever you did, i don't think you should be stuck living essentially homeless to pay for it…. Please, At least think on the offer… I remember you mentioning that you had a week left on the already paid time, I want you to think about moving in at the end of it… please” he said in a soft voice, tail swaying lightly behind him as he stepped up to give Serthi one last kiss before they parted for the day. 

The jade returned the kiss with a soft sigh through his nose, nodding and turning his eyes away. “I’ll think about it Iz….. I’ll see you in a few nights for dinner” he replied softly, offering a small smile before finally turning away to walk himself ‘home’. 

* * * * * *

Serthi has been walking for a while, his hands in his pockets as he stared up at the dark sky above. 'Just think about the offer'. That phrase seemed to echo through his mind the whole way. The jade sighed and pulled one hand out to rub at his face.  Everything with Izzy was still so new, and he felt as though he deserved everything but the gorgeous man that he had managed to impress completely by accident.

As he came to a bridge, Serthi stopped, deciding the wisest way to walk across was to wander along the stone railing. "Why does he insist on loving me?... I'm no better than a cerulean with what I've done," he muttered to the open air, sighing and looking to the sky again. 

"what could I have done in my life to deserve him?  I mean, I tried to cull two of the most important people in my life… .and for what Serthi?  For some shadow walker asshole who promised you a shot at fame?  Some I'll begotten glory?"

Serthi stopped about halfway across the bridge, staring down into the fast flowing water with a soft hum in his throat. "If I just…. Slip… . He wouldn't have to fight with his mate… I wouldn't be living out of a motel… no more guilt for what I've done…." Serthi balanced with his heel on the edge of the railing, just about to step off when he heard Izdira’s voice in the back of his mind.

"I don't care about what you've done, you are all that's important"

Serthi rocked back onto his other heel again, a frown on his lips as Izzy's voice continued to echo their conversations from the night. The fuchsia had been so intent on learning what he had done… and even accepted that Serthi didn't feel comfortable speaking of his past. Izdira accepts him as is…

"hey man you okay?"

Serthi is ripped from his thoughts as a gold blood with an iguana/ hyena lusus padding behind him.  "hm?  Yea…yea I'm fine" he rushed out, planting his feet firmly on the rail again as the lusus sniffed at his shoe only to begin laughing. 

"what's so fucking funny?" Serthi huffed, the gold reaching out and taking the harness handle. "don't mind dad,  it's a hyena thing."

Serthi frowned, jumping down with a sigh when the lusus tugged on his pants leg. "Alright, alright I'm down.  Better?" another laugh from the odd iguana dog.  "your lusus round?" the gold asked, not wanting to leave Serthi alone after what he had almost witnessed.

The jades frown deepened, shaking his head "no moms……she's not around anymore."

"Oof…uh… quads?  Pale?  Flush? Hell, even a pitch?"

Serthi paused at that, swallowing thickly as he dared putting a label on what he and Izdira had. "matesprit…but I just dropped him home… he's probably asleep now and I don't want to bother him…"

The gold frowned, letting his lusus go to rub the back of his neck. "well… . I could hang around. I was just walking dad anyways so it wouldn't be a problem to get you home" he offered, the hyguanna snuffling at his hand and making Serthi pet him.

The jade thought for a moment before nodding. "yea… I could use a companion for a bit… you got a name?"

"Yeah, it's Hahena Ignedi.  You?" 

"Serthi Xernal" 

The two shook hands and brought a smile to the golds lips. "let's get you home man"

Serthi shakes his head,  a light smile on his lips.  "no… that's not for a few days yet" after all,  Izzy is still waiting for him at home

[frostedlemonwriter]

A little snippit

“Choomba!” A familiar voice cut through the music.

There near the bar was a dwarf with rainbow-colored hair. Who scratched at the angel tattoo on the right side of her neck, one of many on the canvas of her body. Her red-hued lips stretched into a smile.

“Emy!” Logan called out.

With a loud uncharacteristic squeal, Emily Byrnes is lifted off her feet in a tight hug. There seemed to be no one else around for the two women to note. As survivors of trauma tended to be bonded more so than most, but then Logan put her friend back down.

“I knew ya would come,” Emily said. A cloud of smoke wafted from her mouth and nose.

Logan replied, “Duh, choom. Did’ya know how much I love Knife Ears? Or did we just meet?”

“Since ya initially heard ‘em on the radio back in middle school. Thankfully, I love ‘em too. It is possible not as much as ya do, however.”

“Witchy Watch,” Logan intoned, a broad grin crossed her face. “Best song ever.”

“But, ya want to peep at Miranda, don’tcha?”

Logan sputtered, “N-no, I mean, yes. She is beautiful and superb and magnificent, and her face is so beautiful.”

“Ya said beautiful already.”

“Are ya my fuckin’ editor?” Logan crossed her arms.

Like a hyena that told a joke, Emily cackled as she turned away from Logan.

“Let’s go meet them then I will buy ya a drink. Still gonna be a bit ‘fore they will go on stage,” Emily beckoned for Logan to follow.

[naquey]

Eddie Baby

Inspired by a song but it's not actually a song fic. You can listen to the song while reading, or don't. It doesn't really affect anything.

Dear old Eds pays a visit to the woman who's loved him for so long, whom was thrown in Arkham to rot away for eternity. And maybe he breaks her out.

t/w: guns, gun violence, blood, mentions of death

(divider: cafekitsune)

The Riddler wasn't a sentimental man.

At least, he never wanted Penguin to know that. Oswald had a penchant for taking the things closest to him and kidnapping them, or killing them. So, he kept a little secret from his feathered friend. Wearing a nice plaid jacket, and some khakis instead of his green velvet suit he adjusted his tie. The fake I.D. tucked into his old wallet, the one he carried around back when he was a civilian and worked for the GCPD.

The security at Arkham always made him nervous, but the staff here seemed to have already forgotten his face. He remembered the last time he had stayed at the asylum, it made him twitch and squirm as he walked the halls side by side with a guard. Ed couldn't forget what he had to go through, what he had seen.

He could only imagine it had gotten worse.

Jim Gordon was the new commissioner, there was no doubt in his mind it most certainly had gotten worse. That Professor Strange didn't work here anymore, but he still felt his skin crawl. He was older and his face had changed a lot since then, wrinkles and sun damage, and all the things in similarity. Even a few grey hairs strewn in with black strands.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw that familiar red tone. She was sitting behind glass, chin in one hand, tapping her nails idly on the counter. Her eyes lit up seeing Ed in the doorway and a grin stretched across her face.

"You're here!"

She sprung up from her seat and put her hands to the glass, pressing her face as close as possible. Ed wanted to be closer than the glass allowed him.

"You asked me here, I couldn't keep you waiting."

"That was years ago." Her smile faltered.

"I know, I know. I'm later than expected, but, how about a riddle to make up for it?"

"A riddle?!

Her grin settled back onto her face and she clapped her hands together. Pressing herself up against the glass she giggled, no, laughed like a hyena. Ed hadn't heard such a cute sound in a long time.

"What stares with a stone face, listens without answering, and hovers by like a vulture?"

A grin of his own crawled across his face.

Realization crossed her features and he saw her gaze shift from him to what was behind him. The guard was standing in front of the doorway. Listening in to their conversation.

"Rose?"

"Guard!" She called.

He stepped away as the police officer stepped up to the glass. She started asking him for things and Ed noticed the camera up in the corner. Rolling his eyes he looked over at her, shaking his head.

Then the red light on the camera went out.

Okay, maybe he did ask for at least some help from Penguin's henchmen. Penguin would hear of this later, but it wouldn't matter then. Ed had grabbed the handcuffs and had cuffed the guard then held chloroform to his mouth and nose. His body had slumped like a ragdoll after a moment and Ed let him hit the floor.

"Correct, you still have your wits."

"Oh, come on, just let me out already."

"Darling, I need you to be quiet."

He bent down and took the keyring from the officer's belt. There were only a few keys so he didn't have too many too look through, it really is a security problem if they only ever have a few. There was a door separating the visitors and the asylum patients, he crouched by the lock and tried each key, the third one fit.

Rose squealed and ran into Ed, hugging her arms around his neck. She nearly sent him off balance with the force of her hug but he was quick to catch himself before he fell over.

"I can't believe you did it! You actually did it!"

"Not without some help from a couple of bird brains." Ed brushed some of her hair out of her face. "When we get home, I have a plan I'd like to propose to you."

"Oh! Backup, such a nice ring to it."

"Shall we go before they find out the cameras were cut or do you need your things?"

"You know I have nothing here, let's go!"

He grabbed the officer's gun, taking her hand in his free hand. Breaking out of Arkham thanks to the Penguin was such a rush, but breaking out someone he loves was even more thrilling. They ran down the hallway, Rose laughing with glee.

"Hey! Stop!" An officer called when she'd seen them.

"Wait, wait. No! Don't shoot!"

"You wouldn't be free of this place if a few people's lives weren't lost, my love." His voice was so soft and kind, something she had missed so much. She nodded slowly.

Looking away when he shot at the officer, when the blood spattered and pooled on the floor beneath the body. She hid her face in his arm. More cops had closed in on their location and they ran again. The exit was so close, he could just feel it. Ed was so sure that this would finally work.

Then something exploded.

Rose scrunched up her hair in the towel Oswald was so generous to give her. Fresh from her shower she felt clean and happy. Ed was sitting in a big arm chair, eyes glued to the television. The news was talking about her asylum escape. A shiver ran down her spine as the names and pictures of officer's showed up on the screen. She wasn't the one who killed people, but seeing so many die bothered her. She was free, but it was like something was weighing on her soul.

She was older now, left alone with her mind for so long. The floor boards creaked under her barefoot and Ed turned around, startled. Switching off the television he stood up and turned to her in one swift motion.

"As breathtaking as the first moment I saw you."

"Eddie..." Her hands were trembling, the towel was shaking.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" He pulled her in a hug, her head tucked under his chin.

"You didn't have to kill them..." Her voice was small.

"They would have caught us."

"I know that, but they were people."

"Everyone I ever killed before them was a person, it doesn't matter though! You're here!" She stepped back and he cupped her face in his hands. "You're safe."

He was so gentle and kind. The doctors at Arkham had told her over and over that Riddler was a cruel, vile man who would do horrible things to her. They didn't believe that she was in love with the man who was Riddler. It was seen as a delusion, which was why she was admitted. She couldn't help it when he heart melted. It had been so long. Arkham had been so horrible.

She was startled when Ed wiped away her tears. Pulled in for another hug she finally let go and began to cry, her shoulders shaking and her body crumbling into him. He petted her hair and pressed kisses to her head, slowly swaying the both of them as she sobbed into his arms.

For now, he wouldn't tell her what he had been waiting to propose, but eventually he would tell her.