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wagner-fell · 3 years

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“So then Catra writes on this note ‘hey Adora’ and Adora is like ‘grrrr’ and so they do this whole passive aggressive dance where you could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. Oh, and then-”

“I. Hate. History. Class.” Mari slammed their plastic lunch tray onto the table.

“Oh thank god,” said Kevin. Listening to Mari rant was much preferable to hearing about the Princess Prom episode from Astrid. Again.

Blessica hit Kevin and gave him a pointed look.

“I mean it’s bad enough I have to write essays about fucking colonizers. But now I have to sit next to this white-ass American boy? No thanks.”

“You know,” began Astrid, “if you wanted, I could kill this new guy for you with, oh I don’t know, werewolf po-”

“No!” they all shouted in unison. Astrid was mundane with the gift of the slight but she didn’t think of it like a gift. What was the point of being able to see this fantastical reality if she couldn’t be a part of it? What was the point of having three werewolves as your best friends if they refused to turn you into one?

Blessica tried to tell her that, as a downworlder, she would face a lot of discrimination. But what kinda excuse was that? Astrid was a Korean lesbian who, for most of the time, lived with her single mother. At least this branch of marginalization gave her freakin’ superpowers. The only superpower Astrid currently had at her disposal was not having to date men.

Astrid angrily took a bite of her cinnamon roll and Mari followed suit. Blessica tried to pat her arm but Astrid swatted her away.

“American?” Kevin asked. “I don’t remember any Americans. Is he new?”

Mari nodded through a mouthful of baked goods. She tucked her tie into her black-and-white uniform sweater vest so they didn’t stain it. Normally she wouldn’t have bothered but laundry had been a living nightmare lately. They promptly realized that her sweater vest was also going to get food on it. In removing it, their stomach flashed briefly. She stuffed it in her bag and set an alarm on her phone so they wouldn’t forget to put it back on before the lunch bell rang. Like that time Miss Yang made them jelly doughnuts and she got detention for a week. Mari really hated this school sometimes.

When she looked up to see half the surrounding area staring at them, they looked down at her collared shirt to see if she had gotten fresh cinnamon bun gooeyness on it already.

Astrid laughed. “It’s because you exposed your six-pack.” She moved her fork around in circles, making sure the ranch covered each piece of lettuce in her salad. Astrid loved ranch. She kept a gigantic bottle of it in her bag at all times. “You know, one time this guy asked me if you got them tattooed on. Cause girls can’t have abs and all that bull.”

“And what did you tell him?” asked Mari, amused.

“No.”

“Thank go-”

“I told him the truth. That the only tattoo you have is of Consul Lightwood’s face on your ass.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“The world deserves to know.”

“You're a hazard to society.”

“Awwwww. Mari! I love you too.”

Astrid smiled and shoved a mouthful of salad into her mouth as Mari rolled their eyes.

“Holy shit,” said Blessica, staring at something over Mari’s shoulder. “That is the second hottest man I have ever seen.”

Kevin glanced in the direction she was looking at then back to her. “What? Who?” he asked at the same time Mari drawled, “second hottest, who’s the first?” with a single eyebrow raised.

Blessica blushed as Kevin continued his search. “M-magnus Bane. Obviously.”

“Riiiiiiiight,” said Astrid, looking between her and Kevin.

Blessica blushed deeper. “Shut up.”

“Wow,” said Kevin. “That him?” He pointed and this time Mari turned around…to face Kit fucking Herondale.

Blessica, still red in the face, nodded.

“Wow indeed,” agreed Astrid.

“Aren’t you a lesbian?” questioned Blessica.

“Blessie, darling, I may rather suck on a cactus than suck on a dick but hotties can admire their fellow hotties. Gender is irrelevant in this scenario.”

Mari slammed their hands down onto the table. “Ladies! We are better than simping, even just hottie wise, over an American, white boy! We have standards! And Kevin! I know that” disgust dripped from her voice, “is your type, but resist!”

He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. You hook up with two blonde nephilim and suddenly it’s your type.”

“Yes,” said Astrid slowly, as if explaining something to a very dim child, “that’s how it works.”

Mari felt like they were missing something. Her three friends began discussing where they wanted to go tomorrow for Blessica’s birthday but they were stuck on Kevin’s statement. Something about it wasn��t quite right. It took her longer than she was proud of to figure it out.

“Wait, hold up, did you say nephilim? Kit is a Shadowhunter?!”

They all exchanged a look. “Uh, yeah. Didn’t you see the Mark on his hand?”

Mari turned back to him again. He was sitting by himself at a few tables, scrolling away. And on the hand holding his water bottle… was a voyance rune, clear as day. How did they miss that? “What is a Shadowhunter doing here anyway?”

Kevin shrugged. “Perhaps he’s here to check out London’s up-coming werewolf. I hear she’s a hazard to society.”

Astrid’s head shot up. “Really?!”

“No, sorry sweetie,” interjected Blessica. Astrid finished her cinnamon bun with an annoyed ‘hmph’.

They chatted more about Blessica’s upcoming sixteenth birthday before Kevin came up with the dumbest idea ever. Which was an extremely difficult title to earn amongst the 11th years at St. Lucy’s Academy.

“We should invite the Shadowhunter.”

Mari scoffed. “The whole pack’s gonna be there! Like hell they would let a Shadowhunter crash it.”

“Oh please. Once they lay their eyes on McDreamy, they’ll all forget about his angel blood.”

Astrid gasped. “Is that a Grey’s Anatomy reference? Are you finally watching it?” They all ignored her.

“I think it might be fun,” said Blessica. “And it’s my party so…” She stood up and walked over to Kit’s table, Kevin right behind her.

Astrid picked up her salad with one hand and her second cinnamon bun with the other. “Come in,” she said. “What’s the worst that can happen. You fall in love?”

“Haha,” said Mari, slinging her bag over their shoulder and joining the others.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @adoravel-fenomeno @im-not-ruined-im-ruination@thechangeling @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @sofiatheskeleton @cncnbr @its-taff @ithurielkeepsgettingkidnapped @noah-herondale-lightwood @maxboythedog @arangiajoan @shelvesofgold @illusions-give-reasons-to-live @book-dragon-not-worm @the-blackdale @the-wckd-powers Lmk if you want to b adde/removed from the tag list!

#mari machado #mari Machado Sotomayor #blessica reyes #astrid yang #kevin chu #the merry hoes #kit rook #kit herondale #mari the werewolf

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 4 years

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Teacher AU

I’m not sure if i want them to be grade 6-9 (student age 12 -15 years old) or High school teachers. But anyway, some bullet points.

Janus is the biology teacher

He uses his cane to help him walk and move around after an accident.

He also use it to silence rowdy classes by starting to twirl it over his head. Most students get’s confused and quiet down.

If you catch him in a good mood out of class or between classes he will happily talk about his snakes.

He is the newest teacher at the school, and he has a weird mix of looking terrifying and as if he will kill you but alas he is a giggly cinnamon bun boy.

He hates Monday mornings as much as the students.

He has threatened Logan to not have any explosions or implosions on Monday mornings after 2 weeks in a row.

He short, and get mistaken for a student to often for his liking, he just wants his morning coffee Karen!

He will sneak into Patton’s classroom to get some coffee if there is a line to the coffee machine. (Patton is well aware of this.)

Logan is the somewhat chaotic Chem/Physics teacher!

He will set liquids on his desk on fire.

He will make wild experiments to teach his students the elements.

He will wake his students up with an explosion or implosion after a break and school starts, he mostly check with Janus before hand.

He can be found humming the Elements song when he is plotting new experiments.

He is a bit asocial and bad at socialising, but the students love him anyway.

He has a cat, a picture of her with a big bubble on her nose just as it pops hangs in the classroom.

Tol beanpole. He got long legs.

Remus is the energetic PE teacher

He is the quirky kinda weird gym teacher you have no idea what his living condition is like.

Every time the students learn he and Roman are twins they are shocked and disbelieving, because they’re so different in behaviour (while still being pretty much similar they just don’t see it as often).

He is open about everything so the students feel confident in trusting him if they’re feeling ill.

If he knows a kid is hurt he won’t force them to do what the other students are doing, but will make up a thing for the student right on the spot.

For some weird reason keeps the “found” pile of gym clothes washed and clean if a student forgot their clothes.

Any cpr training classes go into high dramatics, Remus won’t make it boring, but he will make sure the students learn.

Remus happily talks about the stupid shit he made when he was a kid.

Despite being a PE teacher he looks pretty scrawny but he’s the buff one of the twins. He’s the shortest of them.

Roman is the music teacher

He pretty much lives in the music room.

The theatre, nerds and geeks loves to talk musicals with him.

Most classes tend to derail into him ranting about what the students call “the musical of the week”.

He got a magnificent singing voice, but he is not good at the recorder flute. He threatens he will play it if the students don’t quiet down. It works like a charm.

Any celebrations are made perfectTM, Roman won’t let them be halfassed.

Roman has to confirm or deny the stupid shit Remus have claimed to have done as a kid. and he is so frustrated by it, but he knows Remus’s not going to stop.

Roman got the height.

Patton is the art teacher but also a bit all over the place

He may not be the best at drawing, but he is doing his best to teach the students how to draw.

If he has an assignment that the students are to hand it, he returns it to them later with a small post it-note with his thoughts as well as a doodle. The students love the small doodles.

If you have nothing to do during a break between classes or just need a bit of a break, Patton’s classroom is always open.

He keeps an electric kettle with water in the classroom and has an arrange of teas, some instant coffee and some chocolate if anyone get’s thirsty. during class or any other time.

He calls every student some form of nickname, “kiddo” is the most used one, but that’s also used for the other teacher he’s closest too.

He tries to not let his religious upbringing cloud his judgement of what the students draw or say, but sometimes he struggle to keep it in.

He tries his best.

Not very tall, but not on the short side either.

Virgil is staffed in the school library.

He firstly mostly took the position because he needed a job, but the library is quiet so he’s not complaining.

The students finds him a bit scary and he too has a split idea about him, some students loves him a lot and finds him to be the best. while the other half finds him mean and try to deal with whatever business they have in the school library on their own, and only if they absolutely need to call for his help.

He always keeps one headphone in his ear.

It took him about a year before he learned the library like the back of his hand.

He goes on monthly book hunts if he has too. For some reason most of the books end up in Patton’s classroom.

He is a man of few words, if he can help it.

#Sanders Sides #Teacher AU #Janus #Sympathetic Deceit #Remus #Roman #Logan #Patton #Virgil

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years

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Sugar and Spice and Everything's Not So Nice

Author: @mandelion82

Prompt: Peeta and toastbabies baking! Mishaps happen! Cinnamon instead of sugar! Spice instead of yeast! Just general chaos. But oh sometimes mistakes aren’t bad cause how can it be bad if it made Mama Katniss smile, and her smile is the sweetest thing the babies and Peeta can get [submitted by @my-dearest-dear]

Rating: G

Author’s Note: Canon, approximately epilogue/post-epilogue. Note, regarding canon and the prompt, I took some creative license with a few things, such as the festivals and the foods/ingredients. Thanks to @eiramrelyat for brainstorming names with me and giving this a look-see. And thanks to my @my-dearest-dear for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

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Katniss has returned home from hunting, and although her haul is relatively meager, she’s pleased with it. She’s gotten in the habit of hunting on Saturdays, and while it’s nice to get out into the woods alone, she’s always glad to be back. Peeta is always excited to see her, too, as if he half-expects her to never return. After all they’ve been through, she can’t say she blames him.

Eager to see her husband and children, Katniss slips inside their home. She’s quiet, but Peeta has said that if he’s listening carefully he can hear her boots at the door, and she knows he listens for it. Peeta’s welcomes are so warm and genuine, and the way his face lights up the moment she walks through the door reminds Katniss of her mother and father. She’s sure she looks at him the same way because no matter how much time passes, she still hates being apart from him for even a little while. She’s glad Peeta seems to feel the same; managing to keep that spark alive after nearly twenty years and two children is quite a feat, even for a pair of victors.

Today, he’s not there to greet her at the door, so she assumes he’s either off playing a game with the children or perhaps baking. When Peeta is baking, he goes into another world entirely, and it’s nearly impossible to break his concentration. This has afforded Katniss the opportunity of sneaking up on him on more than one occasion. It’s fun‒reminding her of that time with Finnick in the Quell, which she thinks on both fondly and sadly‒but sometimes she’d much prefer watching Peeta out of sight.

She does that, a lot.

Katniss loves watching her husband bake; it’s one of her favorite things to do. The care and precision he takes, the look of concentration on his face, and of course, those big, strong hands, she could watch him work for hours…

And she does.

Whether she’s seated at the counter, her presence known to him, or lingering in the doorway just out of sight, it’s a pleasant experience, one she never grows tired of.

The heavy door creaks slightly as Katniss shuts it behind her. She tugs off her boots and leaves them by the door then heads for the kitchen to freeze her latest kill. As she turns the corner, she catches sight of a blond head and familiar backside. There’s her husband, dressed in a white t-shirt, pants, and apron, methodically preparing ingredients for baking something. Their four-and-a-half-year-old daughter Olive is perched on the edge of the kitchen island, her bare feet dangling. And nearby sits their two-year-old son Dillon in his booster chair, craning his neck to see what’s going on.

Consequently, they named their oldest child Olivia‒Olive for short‒because she was about the size of an olive in the womb. Peeta referred to her as such, and the name kind of stuck. And as for Dillon, he was named after an herb, which reminded Katniss of Peeta.

Katniss should’ve expected to find her family in the kitchen, for the holiday season is upon them, and Peeta has turned the Mellark household into a baker’s paradise. Not that Peeta doesn’t bake almost daily, but around the holidays, it’s a whole other story. The place is constantly awash with sweet and savory scents, and not to mention, he’s been teaching Olive a little. She’s old enough now to know more about what she’s doing, and he says it’s good to start early, in practice for the upcoming big festivals. There’ll be a large feast to end autumn, and then begins the wintry gift-giving season.

Neither festival was a big deal for the Mellark or, especially, the Everdeen families while Peeta and Katniss were growing up. Katniss’s family barely had enough food to sustain themselves, and although Peeta’s lived in the merchant circle, most of their revenue and goods went to the Capitol, and his mother was very strict with what was left over.

But things are different now. And Peeta is taking full advantage of it for the sake of making their children happy.

Seeing Peeta bake with the children is like icing on the cake or an extra layer of cheese on the buns. Admittedly, it warms Katniss’s heart and turns her on in equal measure. It’s slightly strange to think of it as such, but seeing what a wonderful father Peeta is, in addition to the man she already knows he is, makes her need for him even greater.

Katniss almost wants to join in, but they’re having such a nice daddy-daughter-son moment that she doesn’t want to intrude. She’s content to watch them, anyway. She gets more pleasure out of observing Peeta with their children than most would being part of the fun. And he’s so good with them, a natural-born father.

Katniss leans against the wall and peeks inside to see what’s going on now.

—-

Peeta is readying to bake cookies with Olive and Dillon, ginger molasses sugar cookies, to be precise. They recently popped into his head, and he thought Katniss and the kids might enjoy them. Well, Katniss and Olive, at least. Dillon might have to resort to tiny pieces or licking the cinnamon and sugar off.

Once he’s gotten everything out, he begins instructing Olive. “Okay, sweetheart, are you ready?” She nods emphatically. “Okay, first, we need to add the butter. Want to dump it in?”

“Mmhm!”

He hands her the stick, and she clenches it in her small hand. “Squishy…,” she mutters in astonishment.

“No, honey. Don’t squish it,” Peeta calmly tells her. “Take off the paper.” He helps her a little with the flap. “Get it all off. Good. Now, drop it in.” Olive makes it in the bowl, just barely, then proceeds to clap her hands at her own accomplishment. Peeta smiles.

“Here’s another one,” says Peeta. Olive gets the second stick in the bowl easier, and it lands with a resounding splat.

“Good. And now we need to add brown sugar, sugar, and molasses.” Peeta goes through his mental checklist.

“Daddy, how come you don’t use a res’pee?” asks Olive in that cute lisp of hers.

Assuming she means recipe, Peeta grins. “Because, sweetie, it’s all up here.” He taps his noggin. Of course, his mind is still not what it once was, or even what he wishes it to be. Some things are lodged in, rooted deep, but others, even small things, seem to have gotten lost in the labyrinth. Peeta’s relieved that he seems to have retained the most important things.

“Next, we cream it, which means we need to mix it together until it’s soft and fluffy.”

“I can make it soft, Daddy!” exclaims Olive. He stops her when her little hands are halfway in the bowl.

“Ah ah, not that way, sweetheart. Not with our hands.”

“Oh.”

She grabs a nearby spatula and begins hacking away at the sticks of butter. Peeta lets out a brittle laugh. “Here, honey. Use this.” He exchanges the spatula for a wooden spoon and shows her how to press down. She tries to do as he does, but she’s not quite strong enough, so Peeta takes the bowl away.

At first, Olive looks like she’s about to cry; then she gets indignant. Placing her hands on her hips and glaring up at him, she says vehemently, “Daddy, I want to help!”

“Of course, sweetheart. Daddy’s just getting you started.” He pecks her on the nose and tells her she’s doing a great job. Seemingly satisfied with this, Olive folds her arms and waits her turn like a good little girl.

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From her vantage point, Katniss watches the cords in Peeta’s forearms twitch, his biceps bulging slightly beneath his white t-shirt as he quickly whips the butter into oblivion. They have an electric mixer, but Peeta doesn’t need it; he’s that strong.

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When the mixture is significantly softened, Peeta places the bowl before Olive. “Now we’ll add the other ingredients, and then we’ll have to stir again. But it should be much easier with the butter softened.”

Peeta announces what he’s doing and puts in the brown sugar, a cup of it, and molasses, 6 teaspoons. When he’s finished and turns slightly to screw on the lid to the molasses, he catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of Olive dragging a finger along the interior side of the bowl where some of the mixture has splattered. She sneaks a taste and makes a face. Grinning to himself, Peeta says nothing.

“Would you like to put the sugar in?“

“The white sugar?”

“Yes.” Peeta chuckles. “The white sugar.”

Olive reaches for the container of salt.

“Oh, no, that’s salt, sweetheart.”

“What’s the difference, Daddy?” She stares up at him with large, blue eyes. “Looks the same. It’s white.”

Peeta chuckles. “It may look the same, but it tastes very different. I’ll show you. Stick out your tongue.” He dabs a little on his finger and touches it to her tongue. She tastes it and cringes a little. As expected. Olive isn’t a salt-lover. It’s adorable, though, and Peeta simultaneously feels like laughing and giving her kisses. “Does it taste sweet like a cookie to you?”

She shakes her head. “No…hey, Daddy, you used your hands!”

Figures his daughter would catch that and point it out to him. “It’s okay this time. They were clean, and I’m not dipping it back in.”

He goes for the sugar, then, and using another finger, he does the same. “Does that taste sweeter?”

She nods, licking the sugar off her lips. “Can I have more?” He’s surprised she doesn’t grab his finger and start sucking on it, just to make sure she got every last crystal off his finger‒she’s a sweets-lover like her mother, after all.

“No,” Peeta laughs, “not right now, honey. First, we need to finish Mama’s cookies.”

“Can I lick the batter?”

“Uhh…” Peeta hates when the kids want to do that, although Katniss lets them get away with it. She’s eaten much rawer things in her day, and if he’s honest, he has, too (in the Games), but it’s not something he wants to make a habit of. Puts his stomach off. He doesn’t mean for his kitchen, or his daughter’s mouth, to be a salmonella laboratory. “We’ll see, baby.”

“Okay, so, we need a half cup of sugar,” Peeta continues. “Half of this thing.” He loops his finger through the handle of the measuring cup, jiggling it. Then he fills it halfway for her. She dumps it in and stares into the bowl in fascination as the sugar melds with the brownish golden mixture.

Her blue eyes shoot up to his. “What’s next, Daddy?”

“The salt,” he says. “Remember which one it is?”

“Uh huh!” She bobs her head up and down.

“Good.”

Just then, Dill squeals from behind Peeta, and he turns his back on Olive in order to give him a little attention.

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From behind them, Katniss watches as Olive faintly scowls. When Dill was born, she was the proudest big sister there was (at least since Katniss), but she soon became acquainted with jealousy. Oh, it wasn’t all the time, but Katniss and Peeta found that she got louder, more vocal, and sillier when Dill was getting all the attention.

As for Katniss, she never really felt sibling jealousy, not exactly. She did feel some envy over how wonderful she was. It still stung to think of her, maybe not like a fresh wound, but like a deep, enduring scar.

Katniss turns her attention back to Olive. Displeased with being ignored by her dad, their little girl has taken matters into her own hands.

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“I did it, Daddy!” Olive announces.

“Did what, honey?” Peeta turns back to Olive and the bowl. “You put the salt in?”

She nods, smiling proudly.

Oh, he wishes she would’ve waited; although, he did have it already measured out into the teaspoon. He examines the counter. The teaspoon filled with salt is still there, but the salt canister’s spout is open. He’s sure he closed it. He’s surprised Olive was able to get it open. The sight of spilled granules on the counter around the canister confirms that she did, in fact, use salt.

But…

Peeta looks inside the mixing bowl, and it definitely appears to be more than just a teaspoon mingling with the other ingredients. He has a bad feeling about this. Just to be sure, he takes a taste of the mixture. He coughs.

“Olive, honey,” Peeta sputters, “how much did you put in?”

“One of those scoopie thingies.”

“A cup.” Peeta drags a hand down his face. “She used a whole cup…,” he mutters through his hand.

“Daddy, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” Olive askes, concerned.

Peeta removes his hand and gives her the sweetest smile he can muster. “No, baby. I’m fine.” He picks up the teaspoon and holds it out to her. “Baby, we only needed this much salt. This is a teaspoon.”

“So…I…I-I put in too-too much?” she blubbers. “Did I ruin Mama’s cookies?!”

Well, yes, but he’s not going to tell her that.

At her father’s silence, Olive’s eyes begin to water, and her lip trembles.

No, not the lip quiver, laments Peeta. The lip quiver combined with the watery eyes is his undoing!

“Oh, no. No, baby. Don’t cry…” Peeta sighs.

—-

Poor Peeta, thinks Katniss from behind the wall. She should step in and help, but something holds her back. Maybe it’s that she doesn’t want to encroach upon what Peeta and the children are trying to do for her. And also, she trusts Peeta to handle the situation.

—-

Damn, thinks Peeta. He’s usually much better at supervising while baking. However, he doesn’t usually do it with both of them; usually, Katniss has Dill while he bakes with Olive. Two active children are a lot to handle in the kitchen. And previous recipes have been simpler or more engaging for her.

Olive is sniffling now. Peeta thinks fast, scooping her up and swinging her around. He smothers her face in kisses until she’s giggling and kicking her legs wildly. Finally, he stops kissing her, and she stops kicking. She wraps her legs around his waist and winds her arms around his neck.

“It’s fine,” Peeta says, tapping her pert little nose. “It’s gonna be great. We’ll just call that a practice round and start fresh; no harm done.”

—-

From her position, Katniss smiles. Knew he could do it.

But after the Batch 1 debacle, things only get worse…

Peeta’s trying to entertain an increasingly fidgety and fussy Dillon. Meanwhile, Olive is demanding of her daddy’s attention. She grows impatient and tugs on Peeta’s shirt tail, which has come loose in all the hubbub, as he passes by. Katniss tries not to think of the implications of that. Peeta nearly loses his grip on the mixing bowl in his arms, but he holds fast to it.

Is it time to step in? Katniss wonders.

No, Peeta’s got it.

Katniss does, however, nearly make her presence known when she sees Dillon stretching his cute, chubby paw out toward the flour. She has Peeta’s name on her lips just as he grasps their son’s little hand in the nick of time.

“No, son,” Peeta chides, chuckling. And Katniss breathes a sigh of relief. “Well, that could have been a disaster,” she hears Peeta tell Olive as he moves the flour sack back slightly.

“Naughty, naughty, Dill-Dill,” Olive chastises, shaking her head and waving a finger at her little brother.

—-

Cardamom is up next, thinks Peeta.

Cardamom. This gives him the idea of making a chai tea latte for Katniss later. He’s never made one for her, but she’ll probably like it, given her penchant for sweet drinks like hot chocolate. How something they drank in the Capitol became such a staple for them is beyond him, but it’s hard depriving themselves of something so good. And when something is good, it’s good, and you don’t always bother with where it came from.

Peeta imagines Katniss will also like a different type of sweet. Not to mention, she gets extra affectionate when he’s indulged that sweet tooth of hers…

—-

Katniss notices then that Dill has achieved his objective, and when Peeta averted his eyes (how do they always know the second a parent looks away?), their toddler managed to grab hold of the edge of the flour sack. Dill’s tipped the sack over, its contents spilling out onto the counter, the floor, and onto him. He’s also had time, in the seconds Peeta’s been looking away, to smear the flour all over the counter, his shirt and pants, and his face.

Oh, Peeta, thinks Katniss. Never leave anything within reach of a two-year-old, even if you think there’s only a remote possibility he can reach it. Always err on the side of caution and keep it plenty far away.

—-

Peeta sees what Dill has done. “Oh!” He quickly rights the not-yet empty sack of flour, which is still trickling out. With a huff, he looks between the mess and Dillon. “Dill,” he groans.

Good one, Peeta, he internally berates himself. That’s what you get for going off in your head and leaving children around baking ingredients! And it doesn’t help that he’s been daydreaming of Katniss so much today. One would think he was still a teenager rather than in his thirties!

Snapping to it, Peeta whisks Dill away under one arm. He moves him over to his highchair, far away from the island, and straps him in. Dill’s almost too big for the chair, but Peeta needs him temporarily restrained. His son stares up unhappily then starts to whine.

Peeta looks to Olive. “Can you watch your brother while I clean up this mess?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Please sit there,” says Peeta, pointing to the chair nearest Dill. “Keep your eyes on him, okay? Daddy needs to clean this up, so Mommy doesn’t come home to a messy kitchen.”

Olive bobs her head, climbs into the chair, and fixes Dill with a hard stare. “I’m watching you, Dill-Dill,” she says in an authoritative manner. “Be a good boy.”

Dill mumbles, “Good boy” and some other jumbled words, which Peeta doesn’t have time to decipher.

“No, not good. You were a bad boy,” he hears Olive argue.

“No, no, noo,” whines Dill, smacking his hands against the tray and shaking his head rampantly, making his blond curls bounce. “No bad. Dill, good!”

Seeing this, Peeta shoots a pleading glance at Olive, for he doesn’t want Dill going into a full-blown tantrum.

Olive takes the hint, fortunately. “Yes, Dill good,” she says, patting his head. Peeta breathes a sigh of relief when Dill seems calmed by his sister’s words and her hand on his head, which is now running through his curls.

—-

Katniss silently snickers. Peeta has to be close to losing it. He loves their babies so much, yet the kitchen is sacred ground for him. To him, it must be as if they’re desecrating a temple.

She really should help. But no, Peeta is perfectly capable of handling their two rugrats. Also, the wicked side of her kind of wants to see how this turns out…

—-

To his relief, Katniss has left the diaper bag on the back counter, and Peeta goes for it, returning with some wet wipes. He brushes the flour off Dill’s shirt and pants‒he’ll clean that up after‒and dabs his clothes with a wet wipe. But the toddler doesn’t like this particular kind of attention and lets his father know through a series of choking sobs while Peeta and Olive try to soothe him.

“Almost done, son,” Peeta promises. He brushes flour out of Dill’s curls and kisses his forehead. Softly sighing, Peeta wipes off Dill’s face as his son blinks up at him with large, gray eyes. “You’re definitely going to need a bath and a change of clothes later, but this will have to do for now.”

Peeta wipes off Dill’s tiny hands.

“All clean now, son.” Peeta leans in. “Let’s keep it that way.” He’s trying to be stern but clearly losing the battle. It’s all over when Dill grabs Peeta’s face with his chubby hands and smooches his chin. Peeta’s expression softens to the consistency of mush. No matter what their babies do, they have Daddy wrapped around their little fingers.

Once he’s done cleaning Dill, Peeta goes for the broom. He’ll need to sweep up the flour and probably mop, flour having that clingy consistency it does, not to mention the ability to get into every tiny crevice and remain there until the end of time. Sure, flour has been spilled down at the bakery before; his family even had a saying, which he uses with his new employees (none of whom are toddlers)‒Don’t cry over spilled flour.

So, why does he feel like crying now?

“Daddy,” the sound of Olive’s voice rings out over his thoughts.

“Yes, baby?”

“I was wondering…can you sing? Like Mommy?”

“Not well, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “And definitely not like Mommy. No one sings like Mommy,” he says proudly.

—-

From behind the wall, Katniss smiles, her heart thumping a teeny bit faster. Her Peeta, how does he still do this to her? Always so sweet, he still manages to catch her off guard with the things he says.

She continues to observe.

Several minutes later, Peeta’s finished sweeping and mopping the small area. He secures Dill and washes his hands; then he and Olive are back at the mixture. Olive’s singing at the top of her lungs now, a traditional holiday folk song from their district. She does have quite a nice voice, despite her pitch being up and down. She’s a jubilant singer, though, and Katniss has been singing to her all her life.

Peeta, on the other hand, doesn’t sing often. But when Olive begs him to join in, he does.

The two start singing the chorus of the song, and Katniss has to cover her mouth to keep from snorting at Peeta’s efforts to keep pace with Olive, who’s running with a high note, slightly out of key, yet still pretty.

They return to the baking, all seemingly going according to plan until Olive knocks about ⅓ of the bottle of cinnamon into the mixing bowl. Peeta notices, but he doesn’t correct her. He doesn’t want to risk hurting her feelings, Katniss assumes, but is he really going to bake that batch and let them eat it?

He pre-heats the stove and starts scooping balls of dough onto the cookie sheet, all the while trying to prevent Olive from eating it. He gives in when she pouts and offers her a tiny taste of it, but that only seems to make her more voracious. She doesn’t seem to mind the added cinnamon. He distracts her by letting her handle the cookie scoop. She struggles with it, shaking it rather vigorously to get the dough out until Peeta shows her how a simple click releases the dough.

She’s a master at it after that. However, the dough balls aren’t exactly distributed evenly on the cookie sheet, and some are even stuck together. Surely, Peeta will handle it by the time he gets them to the oven.

Then again, maybe he’ll accidentally dump the whole batch in the garbage along the way? One can only hope.

—-

When all is scooped out, Peeta carries the tray of dough balls over to the oven. He’s not sure what to do; he can’t in good conscience stick these abominations in the oven, knowing how they’re bound to turn out. It’s like a baking sin, right up there with burning that bread many years ago. Although, look how that turned out for him in the end…

Worried as he is that the oven might explode or spew the ruined dough balls from its bowels in protest, Peeta can’t resist Olive’s baby blues or that small, tilted smile that’s so much like her mother’s.

Oh well. What will it hurt to make a bad batch? Maybe he can switch them out and throw the bad ones to Haymitch’s geese.

Peeta dons oven mitts and slides the tray in.

Olive doesn’t give him any problems with trying to touch the stove; he warned her long ago about that. Rather than making up a story to scare her, he simply told her the truth‒that it was very hot and would hurt badly if she touched it and if severe enough, it could leave permanent marks on her skin.

“Like the ones on you and Mommy’s skin?” Olive had innocently asked.

“Exactly,” he’d said. Although not exactly, it was a good lesson. It was enough to ward Olive off from the stove.

—

Katniss allows them to finish, and as Peeta’s pulling out the tray, she enters.

“Oh hey,” Peeta greets with a smile. “Didn’t hear you come in. Did you just get home?”

“You could say that.” She smirks at him, and the corner of his lip tilts in a way that suggests he knows she’s been there the whole time. Or, maybe he’s simply figured it out, since she can’t hide anything from him to save her life.

“Welcome back,” he says, pressing a kiss to her lips. She smiles.

“Mama, we made cookies!” exclaims Olive, hugging Katniss tightly around the legs.

“I see that,” says Katniss.

“Yeah, Olive here is quite the little baker. I might have to start training her down at the bakery.”

Olive beams.

“Daddy, Daddy, can we give one to Mama now? Are they cool yet?!”

“Let’s wait a few more minutes,” suggests Peeta. And Katniss takes their daughter aside to show her what she got in the woods.

Several minutes later, Peeta is handing a cookie to their daughter and motioning for her to offer it to Katniss.

“Mama, take a bite!” Olive extends the perfectly golden-browned cookie.

Katniss has a brief moment of panic, recalling what she’d witnessed. But her daughter and husband made these cookies for her with love, so how can she deny them? Peeta’s certainly going to hear about this later, though…

She observes the offered cookie a moment.

It looks good…

How bad can it be? Well…

Katniss takes the cookie, raising it to her mouth and preparing herself for what is sure to be the worst thing she’s ever tasted (and she’s tasted a lot of bad things). She takes a bite of the cookie.

As soon as she bites into it, a rush of sweetness and spice in the perfect combination hits her taste buds, and they’re singing. Rather than the worst, it’s one of the best things she’s ever tasted, rivaling hot chocolate and Peeta’s cheese buns, although with an entirely different flavor.

Huh.

Does love really make a thing look and taste better? Maybe it’s true what they say about children being infallible to their parents.

Or maybe, more likely…

She eyes Peeta suspiciously, confronting him only after the children have gone off to play.

Peeta faces Katniss, gripping the counter behind him, a sly grin painting his lips.

Her own lips upturn slightly. “The cookie…you switched it, didn’t you?”

He nods.

“I’m grateful, Peeta, but how could you betray your daughter like that?”

“Well, I love her, but I also love you. We protect each other, right?" They exchange a smile. "How could I let the pregnant mother of my children and child-to-be put something our daughter made into her mouth?” He runs a gentle hand across her slightly protruding belly and bends down to place a kiss on it.

Katniss gives a short laugh. “Well, you were supposed to be supervising them, Peeta. I thought a master such as yourself could handle a couple of amateur bakers.”

“I may be a master, but I was up against far more than amateur bakers. Honestly, the two of them can be impossible sometimes. Just like their mother.”

Katniss gives him a wry smirk.

Peeta places his hands on her shoulders and squeezes gently. “And you? How could you stand by and watch the chaos without a word?” He’s not angry, only teasing her.

“You knew the whole time?” She’s surprised, actually.

“No, but I figured it out when you came in.”

Katniss sighs. This man she’s married to…

Peeta winks at her, and Katniss scowls, though she can’t hold it.

“I’m surprised you were able to pull off the switch without my noticing. You’ve gotten much stealthier.”

Peeta shrugs. “Well, when you live with a great huntress for years, you’re bound to pick up a trick or two.”

They kiss, and Peeta entwines their hands. And they set out to check on their children, together.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #autumn #autumn 2020 #mandelion82 #submission #prompt

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modgirlyreposts-revamped · 2 years

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Ok u mentioned having Millie’s grandpa hcs so hit me with those bc lowkey like ur ctw stuff is a comfort for me now and I love Maurice :]

HFFHKGDVJ Maurice is such a comfort character for me as well and I’m honored that my CTW content is a comfort for you sfhjfdgh-

-Definitely an emo kid when he was Millie’s age

-His parents were terrible people, which is why he’s so deathly protective over Millie now

-He was a nervous wreck around the time Millie was born, and decided immediately that he would die for her when she was born

-He married the “quiet girl tm” because she was the only one not to bully him for his looks, or family issues

-He’s the embodiment of the “hidden badass” trope

-Closeted bi because of his parents, and not really knowing what he was since it wasn’t really taught when he was a teen

-Dude really went from “tough emo top” to “precious old cinnamon bun, old man who’s too good for this world, a total bottom for his killer robot bear bf” lol

-Very jumpy, squeaks if surprised

-If you surprise him in the middle of the night though his first reflex will be to hit you over the head with the closest object

-Absolutely melts if you play with his hair

-Still hates his high school bullies, and needs to physically remove himself from the area if he sees them, since a fistfight would be sure to break out otherwise

-Understands absolutely nothing about Gen Z culture, and is too scared to ask

-If you make him cry, then you will have approximately a ten second head start to run, before Millie steals your kneecaps

-A complete softie, his childhood friends sometimes wonder if he’s even the same person they met in middle school

-He tilts his head if he’s confused, similar to how a puppy would 🥺

-Still has his emo era stuff, and secretly still buys emo stuff

-Has surprisingly not killed anyone, just seriously maimed them

-Half the people in town respect him because of his teaching work, while the other half fear him for obvious reasons

-If you hurt his family in any way, he will never forgive you and make your life a living hell in any way he can

-He would bury his face in the crook of his wife’s neck when the two were dating cuz he’s a touch starved bean, and he still does that with CTW Funtime Freddy

-If he’s suddenly just silent af, then that means you probably screwed up and should start running

-He’s Millie’s emotional support parental figure, and is the only one able to calm her down when she reaches a certain level of anger

-He goes to parent teacher conferences when Millie’s parents can’t for whatever reason, and usually start with him being all “what did she do this time?”

-Honestly has no idea how tf he got a teaching job all those years ago, since juvie was like a second home for him when he was a teen

-Absolutely touch starved and needs affection

-Most likely internally screaming half of the time

#i love him can you tell #asks #answered #soapiewaltened

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RDR2 - Monsters AU - Van der Linde Monstrous Statuses; Pt.2/2

Pt.2/2 of the Van der Linde gang’s Monstrous statuses.

Abigail Roberts: A swan maiden. Yeah, not really “monstrous”, but not every cryptid is grotesquely horrifying. Swan maidens shapeshift from their human to swan forms (well, most cryptids do, but here me out). The key to her transformation is some sort of garment made of her own swan feathers. If one were to take away her garment, she would be trapped as she is, unable to transform or fly away/swim away without it. Many men hunt the swan maidens to force one to become his wife in such a way.

Jack Marston: A hellhound pup. Cutesy little Jack takes after his father in this regard. Typical hellhound features include mangled black fur, glowing red eyes, super strength and speed, and ghostly or phantom characteristics. Some say that if you stare into a hellhound’s eyes three times or more, you will surely die. Still, though, Jack is but a pup and most of these abilities and characteristics have yet to rear their head. Though he does have the terrifying red eyes and is quite a fast little one.

Susan Grimshaw: A Futakuchi-onna. There’s nothing I really tied this one to miss Grimshaw with, I just thought it would be an interesting and different creature. A Futakuchi-onna is a mostly humanoid monster with two mouths, their normal one located on their face, and their second one hidden away on the back of their head beneath their hair. The Futakuchi-onna’s skull splits apart and forms lips, teeth, a tongue, ect. It creates a completely functional second mouth one can eat with.

Simon Pearson: A shen. This one was more as a joke, but still funny and the idea is growing on me. A shen is a sort of clam monster from from chinese mythology. They’re a shapeshifting “dragon or sea monster” believed to create mirages.

Leopold Strauss: A Nachtkrapp. A south German and Austrian bugbear creature. They’re supposed to be a tale meant to scare children off and up to their bedrooms to sleep. Several variations exist, but we will be (mainly) focusing on this - “In most legends, the Nachtkrapp is described as a giant, nocturnal raven-like bird. In Norse mythology, the, Nachtkrapp (Swedish "Nattramnen", Norwegian "Nattravnen") is depicted with no eyes which if looked into cause death. It is also depicted with holes in its wings which cause illness and disease if looked at.” - quoted straight from Wikipedia until I can get a more valid source.

Josiah Trelawny: A Djinn (Genie). A thing to note about the Djinn cryptids is that they are neither innately evil nor innately good. They’re usually held responsible for misfortune, possession and diseases, ect. However, the djinn are sometimes supportive and benevolent. They are frequently mentioned to be summoned and bound to a sorcerer with some form of brass object. (i.e. a lamp.)

Orville Swanson: Ghillie Dhu. A solitary male fairy. Kindly and reticent, yet sometimes wild in character but had a gentle devotion to children. They typically have dark hair and are clothed in leaves and moss. A rather unusual nature spirit (most commonly of the mountains), that lived in a birch wood he lived in a birch wood within the Gairloch and Loch a Druing area of the north-west highlands of Scotland.

Kieran Duffy: A dullahan. I will accept all hate for this horrible, horrible thing I did. For those who don’t know, a dullahan is depicted as a headless horse rider, usually on a black steed, who carries their own head in their arms. The ancient Irish believed that wherever a dullahan stopped riding, a person was to die. They all but have to call out that person’s name which draws there mortal soul from their body, making them drop dead. It is also said that golden objects can force a dullahan to dissapear. I’ve always loved dullahans (thanks to lots of research after watching DRRR), and I couldn’t help but make Kieran one for this AU. Very befitting, due to his in-game fate.

Molly O’Shea: A banshee. “Woman of the fairy mound”, “fairy woman”. Banshees were female spirits of Irish folklore who heralds the death of a family member, usually by wailing, shrieking, or keening. I liked the idea of Molly being a banshee, especially because of her downward spiral further into the game.

Davey Callander: Cerberus. I really wanted to include these next few deceased members just for a storyline’s sake and as respect for the characters we never new. Cerberus, as most would probably know, is the three-headed hound of Hades that guards the gates to the Underworld. A common description includes - three heads, a serpent for a tail, and snakes protruding from multiple parts of his body.

Mac Callander: Orthrus. I contemplated Davey and Mac both being separate heads of Cerberus, but decided to use Orthrus as inspiration, the lesser known brother of Cerberus. Orthrus, though, is only two-headed and guarded Geryon’s cattle in myths, until he was killed by Heracles, that is.

Jenny Kirk: A harpy. I would have loved to see Jenny and Lenny in the game, but sadly we were robbed of it. Harpies were half-human, half-bird personifications of storm winds. Generally speaking, they were depicted as birds with the heads of maidens, faces pale with hunger and long claws on their hands. Pottery art depicting the harpies featured beautiful women with wings. Ovid described them as human-vultures.

Annabelle: A siren. Oh how I love sirens. They were dangerous sea dwellers that enjoyed luring sailors to a watery grave with their enchanting voices and songs. I liked that being the idea of how her and Dutch met, her intentionally trying to drown him in a lake or some sort, before falling in love with him.

Bessie Matthews: A kitsune. I thought it would be cute with Hosea as a majestic centaur with a beautiful nine-tailed fox as his bride. Kitsunes are usually seen as intelligent legendary beings that have up to as many as nine tails. According to some folktales, Kitsune are usually seen employing their shapeshifting ability to trick humans, but others (that I favor for Bessie) portray them as faithful guardians, friends, lovers, and wives.

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That’s it for the Van der Lindes. As for other characters, I’ve only figured out Mary Linton’s status if I decide to make her a Cryptid.

I also want to make Albert Mason (I’m weak for this cinnamon bun) a Cryptid, but I’m at a loss of what he should be. Any ideas?

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In the midst of chaos, it’s healthy to sometimes soothe ourselves with fiction so thank you, fic writers, for providing us with a safe space. Anyway here’s a list of the best fics I read this month. This rec includes 18 fics from Game of Thrones, One Direction, Teen Wolf, and The Witcher fandoms. The starred ones are *special*

Sanrion (Game of Thrones)

1. A Change of Fate by TheTruffalo | time travel fix-it fic - slow burn - BAMF!Sansa - all the unexpected friendships - 119k+

What would happen if Sansa Stark travelled back in time to the beginning of Game of Thrones? How would she change the future? With her knowledge of the future, marriage to Tyrion Lannister, allegiances to the Targarian Dynasty and lets not forget her tutelage under the notorious Lord Baelish, what will she change? She is not a Little Bird this time, no, now she is a wolf. This time she will come out on top. The question is, who will she bring with her and who will be the collateral? It is all in the days work when playing the Game of Thrones; and she has learned from the best.

2. *The North Remembers* (series) by K_R_Closson, tasalmalin | BAMF!Sansa - the revenge tastes so sweet - time travel fix-it fic - more action than romance - 3 parts

When Sansa and Theon flee Winterfell, they encounter someone who can give Sansa a chance to start over. Sansa has to determine what she can change and what she has to accept to get a future she wants.

Larry (One Direction)

3. haunted by the ghost of you by @missandrogyny | real estate agent Louis - angst and fluff - memory loss - enemies to friends to lovers - 49k

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

4. I’ve Been Hoping You’d Be Somewhere Better Than This by @runaway-train-works | enemies to lovers - rough sex - unrequited love - Louis is such a bottom brat - 39k

The one where Louis is up for a promotion, he just has one tiny, little problem standing in his way.

5. thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense | friends to lovers - heavy mutual pining - misunderstandings - fluff and angst - 52k

Harry’s alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam’s latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis’ financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

6. *What’s It Gonna Be?* by @shesarealphony | GOD TIER FIC - based on this music video - there are lesbians!! - gay found family !! - 35k

Louis and Bebe, best friends since childhood, have crushes on two of the most popular kids in school, and in an attempt to increase their respective chances, Louis befriends Harry Styles, quarterback of the football team, while Bebe befriends Clare Uchima, head cheerleader. Only… the plan… doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Zouis (One Direction)

7. Gravity Always Wins by @writeivywrite | canon - friends to lovers - ot5 - misunderstandings - 17k

The truth is: if they weren’t in a band together, Zayn wouldn’t be friends with someone like Louis.

8. keep you like an oath by @ohnokonecny | strangers to lovers - Louis is a force of nature - American AU - fake relationship - 18k

Zayn doesn’t recognize the man through the peephole, but he looks harmless enough, so Zayn swings the door open, barely able to get out a greeting before,

“Hello, would you be interested in being my boyfriend?” The stranger asks.

“Uh,” Zayn mumbles, looking between the man and the space behind him, waiting for someone to jump out at him and tell him what’s going on. No one does. And the stranger is still grinning at him, blue eyes shining and teeth on full display as he waits. “Who are you?” Zayn finally asks, when the stranger makes no move to give him more information about what’s happening.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

9. hope is the thing with feathers by @shanastoryteller | author wrote Survival is a Talent and you can tell because it’s amazing - first of a series - BAMF!Stiles - alive Hale family - 28k

Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.

He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet.

10. Every stumble and each misfire by @everchanginginks | future fic - deputy Siles - BAMF!Stiles - soft Derek - 14k

Stiles hasn’t seen or heard from Derek in ten years. It’s a bit of a surprise to find out about Derek’s return to Beacon Hills through Tinder.

11. Hide Of A Life War by @etharei | BAMF!Stiles - Sheriff finds out - suspense - found family - 26k

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

12. Pale Skin and Fragile Bone by fakinbrilliance | BAMF!Stiles - mates - don’t underestimate the Hale pack - found family - 62k

Stiles asks Derek to teach him self-defense.

13. *Sweet Buns* by @pantstomatch | omega Stiles - misunderstandings - pining - Derek is bad at feelings - 17k

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

14. The Seven Lives of Stiles Stilinski by @glorious-spoon | angst with a happy ending - pining - time travel - hurt/comfort - 25k

Stiles disturbs an abandoned temple and catches the attention of a goddess of time and fate. When he starts time-traveling involuntarily through the past, he’s not sure if she means it as a curse or a lesson–but no matter when he travels to, he always seems to end up at Derek’s side.

7. *I know that you love me, even when I lose my head* by LunaCapisLupus_22 | amnesia - internalized homophobia - omega Stiles - BAMF!Stiles - 135k

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

15. Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill | SO much angst with a happy ending - slow burn - BAMF!Stiles - PTSD - 70k

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

16. *Not Your Disney Romance* by Rawren (Deshonanana) | THIS IS SO GOOD - the perfect mix of crack and angst - disabled Stiles - mind control - 42k

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack’s alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

Geraskier (The Witcher)

17. Landfall by round_robin | merman Jaskier - soft Geralt - future fic - trust porn - 10k

Geralt spotted Jaskier’s blue breeches neatly folded in the sand by the rock, his boots next to them, doublet unbuttoned and blowing in the wind. Those too blue eyes looked even brighter next to the sea and his heart skipped a beat. “Jaskier,” he sighed. He didn’t know what else to say.

While relief flooded Geralt—Jaskier was alive and well, no evil befell him after Geralt stupidly pushed him away—Jaskier didn’t seem to share his feelings. His lips turned down, shoulders slumped. Finally, he said, “Are you here to kill me?”

18. ‘My Own’ by @valleyofwitcher | creature Jaskier - found family - Kaer Morhen - they’re soft for each other - 43k

Jaskier has been hiding his draconic ‘heritage’ for as long as he could remember. And travelling with Geralt and Ciri, it didn’t seem to be an issue. That is until a notice comes up about hunting dragons.

All of a sudden, everything is thrown into disarray as he has to face feelings and impulses he had been suppressing for years, nothing seems safe anymore. Geralt tries to fix it.

#fic rec #monthly reads #multifandom #sterek #larry #larrie hijinks #the witcher #sanrion #game of thrones #zouis

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minserenity · 4 years

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Impossible Possibilities

Pairings: reader x idol!Chan (featuring the rest of Stray Kids)

Genre: fluff, humour, a little bit of angst later on

Synopsis: You have always been the kind of girl who follows rules and behaves according to them, always being a good daughter and a model student, helping others as much as possible and trying your best to make everyone around you happy. But what happens when a single rule gets in the way of your own happiness? Will you still follow it?

Warnings: none

Chapter 2: Celebrations

“Yes mom, I just got back… Yes it went ok… No, they will call me tomorrow, Isn’t it pretty late there? I’ll call you tomorrow mom... Yes I’m ok, don’t worry... I love you too, bye.”

You plop down on the couch of your shared apartment, worn out from the stress of the interview.

“Hey you’re back! How did it go?” your roommate asks, coming out of the kitchen with a bag of chips under her arm.

“Hi, Izzy, it went good… Or at least that’s what I hope,” you reply as the shorthaired girl sits down on the couch, offering you a chip.

“Pleeeease tell me something exciting happened to you, it’s been so boring here today! I already finished watching two anime and my eyes will definitely kill me if I start another one,” she says, wiggling her feet.

“You sound so desperate,” you laugh, “I don’t know… I met this guy… Well actually, I asked him for directions, but then we started talking and… I don’t know he seemed nice,” you continue, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Was he good looking?”

“He was ok.”

“Ok? So nothing special?” You can feel the disappointed in her voice.

“I don’t know Iz, I saw him for barely five minutes...”

“Five minutes are more than enough to figure out if someone looks good or not,” she mutters, devouring another chip.

“My head was still on the interview and-”

“Lies, I can see you smile, Y/N.”

“That’s not true!” you suddenly get up doing your best to mask the stupid grin appearing on your face, “Do you want some fruit?”

Izzy complains throwing an annoyed glance at you, “Who eats fruit nowadays, you’re so old!”

“Should I remind you you’re a year older than me and that you should seriously stop eating all that junk food? And don’t roll your eyes! If it wasn’t for me you’d be eating instant noodles and chicken nuggets every day!”

“What’s wrong with my chicken nuggets? It’s chicken, chicken is healthy.” You can’t help but laugh at your friend’s remark.

The day before moving into the new apartment, you were terrified. You knew you had to share it with another girl, but having no idea who she could be was scary, to say the least. ‘What if she’s a crazy person or one of those cleaning freaks or worse! She could be dirty and shabby or she could steal stuff!’ all those thoughts stressed you out so much, but on the other hand, you couldn’t afford an apartment of your own and you also didn’t want to live completely alone in an unfamiliar city. That would have felt too overwhelming.

All these negative judgments and anxiety went away the moment you met her. Despite having known each other for just a month, you and Izzy hit it off really fast. You felt like long lost friends meeting again after years who just needed to catch up with each other a little bit.

The two of you are so different: Izzy being the most outgoing, cheerful and welcoming person you have ever met, you slightly shyer and a bit introverted. You love spending the night chatting with her, although you still need your spaces sometimes. There is something about being alone with your thoughts every now and then that you honestly just enjoy.

***

The so longed-for call arrives the following morning.

Hanging up your phone, you’re bursting with happiness. You cannot believe that after all those attempts, after all those efforts you finally got the job you were wishing for and start crying tears of joy. Your roommate hears you screaming and worriedly rushes to your room. Seeing you in a state of utmost bliss, she hugs you tightly.

“We need to celebrate now, come on get ready, everyone has to know my friend got her job, I’m gonna tell every single soul and I’m gonna brag about you to anyone! You can’t stop me Y/N, no way!”

You laugh at her glee shaking your head and wrapping your arms around her small figure. She really is the best.

“Why do you look so much happier than me?” you ask, pulling away from Izzy’s tight grip.

“I am just so happy, I know you’ve been worrying about this ever since you came here, It’s time to celebrate!” The feisty girl proceeds to drag you to your closet, scavenging for the perfect dress for the occasion and after an hour of meticulous preparations, you are finally ready to head out.

***

It’s already 5pm, Izzy has taken you to every possible shop, trying to convince you to buy all the oddest clothes that caught her eye.

Feeling a bit peckish, the two of you walk towards a coffee shop whose unique style immediately mesmerizes you. Small round tables are spread out in the room, each of them adorned with cube-shaped candles. Pretty flower arrangements are neatly nestled on marble-like shelves hanging from the ceiling, surrounded by tiny white lights. Mouth-watering pastries fill the counter, a delight for the eyes. A lovely scent of vanilla mixed with freshly made coffee floods the whole place. It all looks so dreamy.

To your regret, all the tables are already taken and a long line of people is waiting to be served. This place must be popular.

You look around in awe patiently waiting for your turn and wondering what those delicious-looking cinnamon buns will actually taste like.

“It’s 12000 won,” the tall counter girl says handing over a small paper bag and a cup to the boy standing ahead of you. He reaches out to his back pocket repeatedly patting it. His ears redden as he realizes his wallet isn’t there and throws an apologetic look at the girl excusing himself for the trouble, embarrassment washing over him.

“It’s on me,” you quickly chime in.

The boy turns his head facing you in a startled expression. Gesturing you not to worry about it, he says he’ll be back with the money, but you insist. “Today it’s my day, let me just do this for you, I’d be glad!” you smile, moving forward to give your card to the counter girl. He shyly bows his head with gratitude, ears still red, then grabs his order and goes away.

“What has gotten into you?” Izzy asks perplexed, paying for her coffee, “Yes, you got a new job, but you haven’t been payed yet!”

“I know but… That guy looked so sorry… I just felt bad,” you explain, moving towards the door and leaving the coffee shop, “also, this world needs a little kindness, don’t you think so?”

“I’ll give you that, and he looked cute too.”

You walk for a few minutes, looking for a place to eat your hungered for cinnamon bun, when you finally find an empty bench in the shade of an old oak tree. A couple bites into your beloved pastry, you realize it’s already disappeared into your mouth, only leaving you with the empty paper bag, so you sadly get up to throw it in the bin. Striding towards it, you spot the same boy from earlier in the distance, coming your way.

“Hi… you’re the girl from the coffee shop right?”

You nod.

“I am so embarrassed for earlier… I forgot my wallet at home and I didn’t notice until too late… Please let me repay you.”

“It’s ok, don’t worry, it happens sometimes,” you try to make him feel better offering him a smile.

“I must have looked so stupid…” he glances away uneasy.

“You know what? I know exactly how you can repay me,” you say with newfound confidence. He faces you again, his cat-like eyes fixed on yours making his intense gaze hard to bear.

“You’re not just gonna ask for my name or something cheesy like that, right?”

You tease him, “I was actually gonna ask what your favourite coffee shop around here is, but if you give me your name as well, I won’t be offended.”

He grins, turning his eyes to his left,“That was my favourite place, but I don’t think I’ll be able to go in there again since I just made a complete fool of myself.”

“Don’t say that, I bet that girl has seen worse.”

The boy stays quite for a bit, then he speaks again, “You said it was your day earlier… Is it maybe your birthday?”

“No, actually I just got accepted in a company and my friend wanted to celebrate,” you explain, earning congratulations and a pretty eye smile from the boy.

You would have gladly stayed here talking with him a little more, but Izzy would have killed you for abandoning her, so you have to bid farewell.

“I’m sorry I should go now, my friend is probably wondering what has taken me so long,” you excuse yourself, wave the boy goodbye and head towards the bench.

“The name is Minho, by the way,” he shouts, making you look back to give him one last smile.

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a/n: Hello, it’s me again! First of all, thanks for reading the first chapter, I honestly didn’t expect much, but I’m so happy knowing you actually liked it! Second, I was thinking about updating the story twice a week, what do you guys think? Also,Y/N met Minho! Hehe, i’m gonna stop right here.

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nothing-i-can-do-now-i-guess · 3 years

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Heyo! Asan, 23, ey/em pronouns preferred but any pronouns are fine. Looking for a Vampire Academy (the book series) multimuse OC based roleplay. EST time zone, usually I can reply a few times per week, sometimes every other week. I am a pretty detailed writer, focusing a lot on character introspection so I ask that you are at least similar in that regard. I write about 5-7 paragraphs on average and can write more. It really just depends on what’s happening in the rp. Dark themes, blood and violence may be present in the rp. I don’t write smut, I will only fade to black. Please be 18+.

As for plots I kind of want to try semi following how the book went in the beginning as a way to start but obviously we make it our own. Like our characters are still best friends that ran away from the academy but they maybe have crushes on each other. I’m totally willing to plot things out. Of course if you have a plot of your own then I’m all ears!

Character Info

Name: Anastazija Catalina Ani Dragović

Nickname(s): Taz, Cat

Age: 17-18

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Moroi

Element: Spirit

Ethnicity: Croatian/Slovene

Birthplace: Rijeka, Croatia

Language(s): Croatian (native), English (fluent), Slovene (intermediate), Russian (beginner)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single

Physical Appearance

Faceclaim: Amanda Seyfried

Height: 5’9

Weight: 130lb

Eye Color: Green eyes

Body Build: Slim build

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Style: Wavy hair a few inches past her shoulders, often half up in two buns

Other: Pale, beauty mark under left eye, fangs

Personality

Likes: her best friend, art, video games, reading, animals, horror genre

Dislikes: St. Vladimir’s Academy, strigoi, training

Fears: losing her best friend and finally being alone, strigoi

Personal Goals: Learn to defend herself and friends, step out of her family’s shadow

Health Illnesses (if any): Struggles with depression

Allergies (if any): N/a

Sleeping Habits: Often has nightmares about what happened to her family and her mind makes up worse scenarios

Unhealthy Habits: Has bad coping habits to deal with her trauma and magic. Scratches incessantly at skin, pulls her hair, hits a solid surface until her knuckles bleed, smoking and drinking

Relationships

Mother: Julijana Dragović (45, deceased)

Father: Nikolaj Dragović (45, deceased)

Siblings: Zoran Dragović (19, deceased), Leon Dragović (12, deceased)

Others

Occupation: Student

Favorite Types of Food: Cinnamon scones

Favorite Types of Drink: Hot chocolate

Hobbies/Pastimes: Video games, art, cooking, reading

Abilities/Skills: Strong spirit abilities, some self defense training

Favorite Colors: Black and magenta

Standard Weapons/Tools: Pocket knife, silver stake (eventually)

Backstory

Grew up as the oldest child of the last remaining Dragović’s. She had a typical moroi upbringing. When she was younger she had a bit more of a wild streak that has mostly disappeared after her family was killed. When she was 14, she was out spending time with friends and was running late returning home. When she was finally dropped off back at her home, she found her parents dead in the living room, drained of blood, along with their guardians. With her brothers not being found at all along with one of the guardians. Eventually the search for the two of them was given up.

The shock sent her into a deep depression, worse than any one she's ever had and still hasn’t gone through anything that bad since. Taz shut down and avoided everyone, no longer speaking. It took several weeks for her to start talking again to anyone and her responses were usually quiet and quick. Eventually after about 3 months she was relatively back to normal though now she was a bit more reserved.

After leaving the school, she took her new found freedom to explore herself more. She cut her waist length hair to just below her shoulders and dyed her hair magenta with a temporary hair dye. She got to explore different fashions and her own sexuality. While she likes what she has been able to discover about herself, depression has still been a big problem with her.

Style

Used to wear a lot of muted and neutral clothes before her family died. She has started wearing a lot of pastels and blacks since leaving St. Vladimir’s Academy. Most often wears black bottoms with pastel tops or accents. Loves skirts and dresses but wears jeans sometimes. Has a little parasol that her parents gave her when she was younger that she uses for going outside on especially sunny days.

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School Uniform

Parasol

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P-please talk about your Rito OC, please... ramble without any context, please... I have one too... please make me feel less alone...

Ok ok let me just *unloads all of Illeka’s super angsty self-indulgent backstory*

I technically have two backstories, one for botw that I’m gonna use for my fic Where Time Takes Us, and another I use for my dnd campaign. My dnd one is more fleshed out (thanks to my amazing GM) so I’ll probably just share that one.

Warning for super duper long post that is barely coherent and I haven’t checked for typos and also rip to ADHD folks because I have no pictures to ease your brain with. Anyhow prepare for like thousands of words worth of rambles this is not edited at all

This is just a copy paste of the random incoherent shit I sent to my poor DM. Anyhow, I technically have 3 ocs here, but Illeka is the one I play

A weird Rito, that one is. I hear they’ve only cried at birth...

- Illeka was born on the Day of Living Fire, its a celebration of the dead essentially, where you mourn and remember your loved ones and ancestors and all that. It’s superstition to be *born* on this day, because your life/creation takes away from the day that’s supposed to honor the dead, and some people on birb island believe these things, that if you let the kid live it’s a curse. But most people are like no wtf you boomers it’s fine there’s no such thing you crazy old people are weird, which to be fair is kinda true.

- When Talako is around 6, his single mom dies. He’s adopted by a new family, Kala (also around 6 years old) and her parents.

- Illeka meets Talako after he kinda follows her around, because he’s an innocent cinnamon bun that admires Illeka’s calm and stoic demeanor after they help him with some bullies. Through this, Talako, Illeka, and Kala all become best friends.

- The events in Illeka’s life aren’t really helping their whole curse case. Every bad event, from their dad getting injured and having the slightest limp, to their brother, Zekk nearly setting himself on fire— it’s all a supposed punishment for not killing them when they were bored. But at this point most people brush it off as coincidence, besides, nothing THAT bad has happened yet.

- the trio of friends grow strong, becoming some of the best in their arts on the island. And their relationship is seemingly adorable. The serious ~~cursed~~ one, the optimistic sunshine one, and the sarcastic firey one. Prides of their village, set to protect their people from harm.

- Illeka is the best in the village when it comes to physical fights. Trusty halberd, and a keen shot with a bow, they’ve never lost a sparring match on that front. Their personality is offputting to some, there’s a rumour that they’ve never cried. The easiest of jokes, and the vilest of insults don’t spark much reaction from them— except in the presence and topic of their family, Kala, and Talako. But otherwise, the story goes that the cursed kid doesn’t have a soul, and hence, no morality or emotions.

- When they train with Talako and Kala, they never back down, if only out of respect, Illeka wouldn’t want to embarrass them with pity. Talako always laughs at his inevitable defeat, though he tries nonetheless. He promises that one day he’ll be strong enough to beat them.

- Talako is a pleasant soul, but has an nack for adventure and a hint of chaos. He prefers to dual wield daggers, and on occasion a short sword or two. He’s great with the blade, loves the thrill of the fight, but is more skilled with cooking and physical healing and remedies. He’s always the one encouraging fun celebratory hang outs at the tavern, with his two closest friends after a day of guarding the village. Kala always sides with him, and Illeka typical gives in after at least putting on a show of reluctance. He humble and happy and loved by most of the village, if only things would last

- Kala is of wit and cunning, she’s typically the first to speak. She’s headstrong and not afraid to insult whoever she displeases, and a bit too arrogant in her abilities. She laughs at all of Talako’s jokes, if perhaps only to spite Illeka’s groans. She’s also the most strategic of her friends, being the “one with a plan” in battle. While she’s a decent wield of two khopesh, Kala’s mostly gifted with magic. She’s got a knack for conjuring, though is well researched in other types as well. Illeka and her are an even match, with decent win ratios on either end. Illeka doesn’t take it that personally, they suck/hate magic after all. Kala’s a bit more competitive tho.. While her power in magic is certainly the best on all of the island, she can’t help but feel salty/jealous for always being overshadowed by Illeka’s feats, since the people prefer/understand the physical over the magic.

- Oh, and she was born on day after the Day of Living Fire, according to her parents. How lucky.

- In a sense, they’re all a bit of an outcast. Kala the fiery independent one, a bit sidecasted for prefering magic over steel. Talako the weird orphan, for being a chirpy, happy boi, which is a bit annoying for some. And Illeka…well lets just say their situation isn’t going to be improving

- One year, Illeka’s family is expecting more kids, twin sisters at that! It’s the most excited anyone’s ever seen Illeka, thought perhaps that’s not the right word… They’ve still got their usual demeanor, but they did spend nearly a week crocheting little baby hats and tunics and scarves. They threatened to kill their brother if they told anyone, although Zekk was allowed to let it slip to Tal and Kala

- [They are absurdly good at crochet btw. They never do it anymore to try and maintain their “reputation,” but their family will never forget the time they crafted matching blankets and hats to win a little competition in their home town.]

- Then the Day of Living Fire arrives for that year. Theres a little celebration for Illeka’s birthday, before moving on to other activities.

- The twins die that night.

- The village was in a bit of shock…and rumours grow considering the timing of it. The mysterious circumstance of it…well it does turn the heads of even some of the less-superstitious. The rumours, the death, the silent thought that perhaps that cursed bird caused some babies’ death, Illeka endured it.

- Years later would it get worse.

- Illeka is still publically respected at this point, weird rumours sure, but try telling that to the edge of her halberd. Their mother had made the twin’s shrine, but they say Illeka didn’t visit that often. Talako was always by their side, trying to help them, which was always appreciated, even when they tried to hide it.

- Kala was busy in the library these days.

- Zekk had started a family by now, a little baby birb named Mili hatched into the world. Illeka would often steal her away for little cuddles when they (thought) no one was looking. Zekk would jest that they had to fight for the right to hold his own kid. Kala would also occasionally tease them about it, though Tal was mostly happy to see them in better spirits

- Then, another Day of Living Fire.

- Talako and Illeka were usually on guard duty together, the northern patrol by the village edge. But tal was still a bit worried about his friend’s state of mind, he’s not sure he’d even seen them mourn. He pushes for Illeka to take the day off, it’s technically their birthday after all, plus they can pay their respected at the shrines and attend the festivities and do the ceremonies and all that. Illeka denies it, brushing it off like they always do.

- Soon, their nightly patrol begins, and Illeka is about to set off to met up with Talako, but Kala intercepts. She has a talk with them, similar to that of Talako’s, but with…more well crafted and laced words. It’s nearly the same message that Talako tried to tell them, “It’ll be healthy for you, visit the shrines, be with your family, maybe brush off some rumours in the process.” Illeka nearly denies again, joking that Talako would get afraid of the dark if they didn’t show up. But Kala interjects, stating that she’s already made plans to take the patrol that nigth with Tal. Trusting their friends to be safe in each others care, Illeka relents and takes the day off.

- …yeah. so

- perhaps you can see where this is going.

- Kala’s jealousy had been growing over the years. Not only was she being shadowed by Illeka and their non magic ways, but it was irritating even more that all the talk about magic in the town was not of her exceptional abilties, but of stupid rumours and non-existent evil curses. If the people wanted show, she’d give them a show

- This mindset made her spars with Illeka a bit more personal as of late, getting it in her head that she needed to get stronger, strong enough to best Illeka with ease. Strong enough so that there would be no question who was the best warrior on the island, magic, bows, halberds, or no.

- The library had many forgotten books that she had been studying. Conjuring, rituals, illusions, necromancy. It was all…beautiful. Kala soaked in every word, sometimes berating the bookkeeper offhandedly for not keeping them in the best condition

- In her research she eventually found a beast. A..thing, a demon? A monster, the specifics weren’t there, but the gist of it was, if you had the courage to summon it, it would grant you the knowledge for attaining anything you desired. All it asked in return was…to eat some people.

- But not just any people mind you! Supposedly the ritual only worked for the people with the greatest of ambitions, willing to sacrifice the lives of people they might care about. The sacrifices had to be of someone with great trust and bond with the person.

- Kala’s parents disappeared that day, a few feathers laid about, but there was no blood.

- Near the northern border, by a open field, a weird circle dripped the grass red

- Talako waited by the village edge, ready to fly off with their patrol partner when they arrived. When Kala greeted him, he was a bit surprised, but happy when she explained that Illeka had gone off back to town.

- Indeed Illeka was with their family now, as the sun started to set. Occasionally, a passerby would give them a weird glance before walking swiftly away.

- Somewhere in the northern border, a warrior is knocked unconcious, and dragged upon a blood red pattern

- Illeka is by her sisters’ shrine. For the sliver of a moment, they contemplate crying.

- Then an explosion is heard off in the distance

- Talako was wide awake at this point, although his wings being pinned to his sides wasn’t that helpful considering there was a giant, *giant* dark monster in front of him.

- Kala lets off a final remark, saying it was for his own good. The death would be swifter if he didn’t squirm.

- He whipped back at her, glaring with a fire she hasn’t seen before. He calls her a coward for tricking Illeka, a coward for kill their parents, a coward for not even giving him the decency to fight for his life.

- She nearly smiles at the last remark. “Fine.” She tosses him his blades. “You were never much of a warrior anyway.”

- Illeka was flying towards the booming sound at full speed, nearly knocking over their family and other mourning, people in the process. A few others had tried to slow them down, claiming they should suit of better first, before confronting whatever had been the source of the explosion. Illeka didn’t listen.

- They barely had time to grab a weapon, before approaching the northern border. After gracing the crests of the hill tops, they finally saw it. A giant demonic beast, snapping it’s jaws against a flying dash of black feathers, Talako.

- Illeka called out to him, nearly dashing off into the air again, but they stopped when they spotted Kala, standing idlely by next to her.

- Before they could even speak, before they could even question why she was acting so nonchalantly while their best friend was fighting for their life against an evil monstrosity, Kala shook her head and spoke. “You always have to ruin my fun, don’t you?” She struck a magic blow and Illeka, square in the chest.

- It knocked them to the ground, but they got up, setting their halberd and pointing it at them.

- Then insert some dramatic scene where Kala is like “you’re so selfish, hogging all the attention, thinking you’re better than me, but today I’m gonna finally best you mwahaha” and Illeka is like “wtf why did you do this? I thought we were friends? I trusted you?? the fuck? also talako is our friend!!?” and then its “yeah thats right I manipulated your stupid feelings to gain the upperhand. you’re super pathetic honestly for falling for it. anyhow yeah talako will probably die, i tried to give him the luxary of a swift death but he wouldn’t listen, so now he’s probably gonna get brutally slayed lol” and illeka is all “I’ll kill you” and kala is “no u. This whole thing is gonna give me so much power no ones gonna question me again” and then they fight each other

- The duel is nearly a draw, Kala’s magical ability is certainly is certainly stronger, but she’s not as all powerful without that knowledge from the demon monster guy that needs to eat his meal. Illeka is fighting with all theyve got, but all they brought was a halberd, but they are very fueled by rage and spite so it’s still an even match. Illeka eventually lands a blow that’s got Kala bleeding severely, but Kala pretty much almost kills them with a direct attack. Kala’s too weak to finish the job, plus those other guards have finally started to fly and approach in the distance, so she flys off. Illeka finally slips into unconsciousness.

- When they wake up, it’s almost sunrise. Their mom is shaking them awake, part of the party that was investigating the explosion that summoned the beast. Illeka bolts up, they’re still in the field were they had fought Kala, but she and the beast are no where to be seen.

- They run off, trying to find Talako, and ho boy do they find him alright. His body is crumpled by some rocks, his wing nearly ripped clean off, theres so much blood, even a warrior like Illeka can hardly bare it. Some small bit of hope in their head thinks that he might still be alive, and they listen to his chest to see if he’s still breathing.

- His eyes flicker once at Illeka, his chest rises, then falls for the last time.

- Illeka cries.

- Then, still pretty wounded and tired, they collapse again

- The days following are living hell. Kala hasn’t been found, and their her parent’s [bodies]. The rumours are creeping as ever, at the coincidence of Illeka and this disaster. They spend nearly a weak in bed at home, recovering physically, thought probably not mentally.

- As soon as they’ve fully recovered, Illeka’s mind is set. They are going to leave, no more warrior/village protection for them. They’re going to travel far off, train and hone their skills in combat, and find and kill Kala.

- Their family is opposed to this at first, but in the end nothing they say changes Illeka’s mind.

- In a sense, there was another, unspoken reason Illeka was leaving the islands. They didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

- Hell, the rhetoric is even stronger down the line, concerning the fate of poor Mili. Illeka has given in and accepted it, they are cursed to cause pain to the people they care about. [It’s basically that trope of the character isn’t actually cursed but they believe they’re cursed] Illeka will stay away, and go it alone for as long as they can. Then once the deed is done, once they draw Kala’s corpse across the mud, they’ll probably fly off somewhere far to die, before anyone else gets hurt. It’s probably best for their family never to see them again.

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Wow you did it, you made it through the super angsty self-indulgent backstory congrats. Illeka is my lil baby and I love them and I’ve gonna send them on a revenge quest and then they were gonna have a cool character arc probably about learning to grieve and have self worth and all that and to actually allow themselves to show emotions for once in their lives. That’s the general plan I had in my head anyhow

But you know what my dm thought?

They were like how about mORE ANGSt

Fucking shit you not, session three of the campaign, I’m heading back to birb island because of circumstances, and I’m getting supplies from my blacksmith dad and showing off this sword that says “fuck” a lot that I got from a dungeon that took a selkie’s soul which they gave up willingly in exchange for fire hair...long story

but THEN I meet up with my bro Zekk and it’s like “wassup bro just passing through” but then I find out that Talako’s shrine thing was DESTORYED by some unknown entity and that’s very not good because spirituality and all that

and also I find Mili and they’re a cute lil toddler birb now aww it’s so great hope nothing happens to them because I sure do have enough emotional traume to burden right now. anyhow due to CIRCUMSTANCES our only lead to the thing that destroyed Talako’s shrine is 1) a delinquent named Chesio [that our party nicknamed cherrio because the GM misspelled it the first time i think] who apparently was Talako’s shitty cousin and his only living relative who could build his shrine and 2) the destruction of the shrine lines up with a period of time where Mili went missing but its ok she came back so her parents were like “chill we gucci”

Our party decides we should go down the Mili lead [because I accidentally knocked Cherrio i mean Chesio to near death with a crit roll with my halberd so they’re in the infirmary now but it’s really not my fault that they triggered my emotional trauma by mentioning how I keep running away from grief and never staying around to confront it it’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiine] so we stop by Zekk’s house and we’re like “hey so remember when you disappeared for like a week where did you go, and then mili was like “oh it’s in this cavern that no one knows about and I can’t really give you the directions but I can lead you there if you take me with you” in which I then glare at the GM for this obvious attempt to force us to take Mili with us to put her in danger and apparently I was the ONLY one who cared about this because everyone else in the party was ready to adopt this birb child, and Zekk was like “sure take the kiddy harness” so here I am, watching my niece run around in a kiddy harness that’s also attached to me, while my Chaotic neutral party someone gets grilled cheese sandwiches in the background

Badabing, badaboom, we come to some crystal caverns. while I, being one of the only members of the party with morals other than one chaotic good dragonborn, am watching the selkie, halfoot, and elf girl steal a bunch of crystals, Mili fucking DISAPPEARS the fucking KIDDY HARNESS fucking NOT GOOD she FCUKING SLIPPED OUT AND SHES GONE AND IM FREAKING OUT

after about an hour or two of searching through the deeper parts of the cavern and tunnel and also fighting a minotaur and discovering an abandoned arena and a cleric, long story. We find Mili fucking laying on A NECROMANCER’S RITUAL CIRCLE WHAT THE FU-

I pull a “I don’t hesitate bitch” on the hooded dude that’s hovering and chanting shit. He’s dead, it’s all swell. Saved the day, the evil’s dead. Mili’s fine she can go back to being a cute lil baby who loves shiny rocks and-

oh wAIT actually Mili is still transformed into a demonic monster and the necromancer dude was actually in the middle of completing a ritual to bring her back to life after he killed her a few times

So turns out, necromancer dead dude was hired by a mysterious someone, to steal something from Talako’s shrine, and to destroy any evidence. Turns out, his methodology for doing so was to kidnap some birb kid who had the misfortune of wander too close, killing them, turning them into some demonic monster that does their bidding, using that monster to steal and ruin some shit, and then when the day’s done he turns them back like nothing happened. Sure do wish he was alive to redo that last part

I’m freaking out, the party’s freaking out, that sword from earlier is cursing to high heaven for no apparent reason. Cleric unhelpfully remarks how it was a bad idea that we impulsively killed the evil dude bro, yes wow thank you for the help

Eventually everything’s fine. After a few round of shouting “NO ONE TOUCH MY FUCKING NIECE OR YOU DIE” after said demonic niece is kinda mindlessly attacking everyone, we eventually do some good ol blunt force trauma and a bit of magic and BOOM. Mili’s back. Although they do have permanent black ritual markings on them but its fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinee (its not)

We find a note on necromancer dude bro that his employer was from another island, so that’s a lead yay Find Out Next SessionTM but at this point I really don’t care as I’ve already started tying Mili to my chest and walking back to the village

I go back to Zekk’s house, hand off Mili, explain everything that happened, give a super heart feel apology about how I pretty much killed Mili (even though I really didn’t but also as we all know Illeka is an angsty birb who’s steadfast in the idea that their existence hurts everyone they love so yay <3) and then I leave as fast as I can before anyone can protest sure was nice visiting my family after i’ve been away for a few months sure am glad that my inner thoughts about staying away weren’t justified whatsoever hmmmmmm

A session or two passes. We try to assassinate and elf’s evil parents and fail, we get into a Fake Dating Being Someone’s Children Au with a dragon. The selkie keeps trying to date everyone, even thought they’re already married to a necromancer princess and a boat (long story) and inbetween we head to that island that note i got was talking about and turns out it was to a place where all your inner demons and anxieties manifest into reality and taunt you, until youre slowly broken down to the point where the evil dictator on the island can “magic” away your problems with puppet strings. fun for the whole family!

Anyways, after our party fights out evil neon-blue clones, I get a lead from dictator dude that the employer I’m looking for is a Rito that’s good with magic, and was last seen headed east, in the same direction we just came from. fun.a

So I’m kinda low on leads, other than the fact that theres a magic school in the east, but in between we have to deal with the fact that husboat (again, the boat that is married to the selkie who is also our entire party’s form of transportation across the ocean. wait a sec did I mention that we weren’t in Hyrule? We’re not in Hyrule, this is a flooded land with a bunch of islands. Think wind waker) was being chased by pirates. also these pirates were the ones that raised the selkie, and also they kinda also slaughtered an entire island of halffoots in their time with the pirates, and also that island was the one that the halffoot in our party grew up in. So basically that’s some cool tension and drama. Anyhow, back to moi

One talk about how “no we cannot kidnap aNOTHER priest” to the selkie and elf later... magic school! Magic school is pretentious and I hate it. Everythings glowy, they don’t allow you to fly over the gates. There’s puffy noble middle aged men and children in bedazzled cloaks. There’s magic in the air and I swear I would choke and die on the glitter and rainbows of it all.

Half the party is off getting into cloak fashion, I head off with my dragonborn friend Ness because highfive! We’re the only one’s with morals in this party! Morality pals! (This is saying something considering I am true neutral and she’s chaotic good but we might as well be clerics in this party...)

My morality pal and I and hanging around, then we catch word that there’s this transfer student that no one has seen in a while and “oh I wonder where she could be” and all that jazz from other students. Mortality pals are like “ok let’s go look for her” so we drag the rest of the party off of their larceny spree and look around.

Eventually, after I spot a tattered cloak roaming the halls that matches the description of the gossip, we find the transfer student.

TURNS OUT (unsurprisingly honestly given the way the dm framed stuff) this transfer student is someone I know. She’s standing there, in the middle of the room, preparing to do some ritual or something. She’s standing there, my life purpose, my one and only goal, literally the only reason I’m still going in life, my arch nemesis, my target, my mortal fucking enemy. It’s Kala.

Ness sees a demon dog in the background and says hi, ruining our element of surprise, but to be fair, she doesn’t know it’s Kala.

Kala whips around from her table thing. We make eye contact. Her face suddenly shift from confusion to surprise to bewilderment to shock to happiness.

Happiness.

“Illeka I thought you were dead!” Kala runs towards me, but I’m too shocked to move.

She’s smiling. It’s not sadistic, it’s not...harmful, it’s just genuine joy. For a moment I thought I saw a tear in her eye.

Kala hugs me for a long moment, before letting go. “So how did you survive?”

...

In my head I’m thinking, “oh you fuck face”

THE. AUDACITY. OF. THIS. BITCH.

“HOWD I SURVIVE” UH NO THANKS TO YOU FOR ALMOST KILLING ME FOR YOUR STUPID RITUAL WHATEVER THAT KILLED TALAKO WTFFF

ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO PULL THE SAME TRICK AGAIN??? GONNA PRETEND TO BE ALL SENTIMENTAL AND NICE JUST TO TRY AND KILL ME LATER ON? HA OK OK

how about instead, I do the one good thing, the one worthwhile thing I can do in my entire life...just one simple course of action that might hope to make up for the mountain of regret that is my entire existence.

I am finally going to kill you.

Kala’s staring at me, eyes curious, head tilted as if all she ever did was ask what I had for brunch.

I blink once, and my neutral expression, faintly coated with shock morphs into determination.

I roll for initiative.

- - - - - -

It’s 1am.

So have a cliffhanger, kinda.

If anyone bothers to read this far, congrats! Your reward is me being lazy. I’ll tell you what happened sometime tomorrow if anyone really wants to know :P Long story short, it doesn’t end how I, and therefore probably you, would except.

#haha brain go- shamelessly talk about Illeka for 3 thousand words #i actually dont know the word count i didnt check i think it's 4k??#the thing i copy pasted is like 2k and the campaign stuff i added is....idk #not botw kinda #rito oc #kinda #dnd #kip talks for too long #i'd write this better but its 1am #good luck if you can actually read this

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thatobeymebitch · 4 years

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Obey Me In Among Us

Lucifer👿:When Crewmate:Is afficient and fast at tasks(expect the card swipe) and always knows who the imposter will be before the game starts.

:When Imposter:Is super fast and hides the body very well. Can kill everyone in 1 minute at the max. Always before any meeting or reported body. But will never use the vents.(I honestly don't know why I have asked him all he says is, "It is worthless, there is no point, and it makes it way to easy.")

Mammon💳:When Crewmate:Is especially good at card swipe(lots of practice). Always accidentally makes him look like he's the imposter. And is very bad at almost every other task.

:When Imposter:Gets found out immediately. Always gets caught leaving a vent. And always kills right in front of the cams.

Leviathan🎮:When Crewmate:Is very fast and efficient. Doesn't talk at meetings and voting unless he has to. Likes to do his tasks and when finished look for the imposter. Gets blamed quite a lot when he doesn't do anything because he finished his tasks.

:When Imposter:Is very smart when it comes to venting. Always knows where everyone is. Is one of the few who actually sabotages.(Which can get him caught sometimes).Knows where everything is on the map. Has found cheat codes to make it easier for him.

Satan😾:When Crewmate:Is very smart about it. Is very nosy and gets all detectively to find out who imposter is. Gets very frustrated when he can't do a task right. Always figures out who imposter is.(After he blames Lucifer everytime).

:When Imposter:Also uses sabotage but only when he has to. Loves to get a jump on Lucifer by using the vents. Always kills Lucifer first.(Makes it easier to find out it's him). Is very good at covering his tracks.

Asmodeus💗:When Crewmate:Hates doing tasks so usually just watches and listens to the drama. Likes to stay close to others. Usually is doing something else while he's playing. Is very dramatic and uses the emergency meeting button the most. Always has a dance party in front of the cams.

:When Imposter:Is very good at blaming it on others. Does one kill at a time. Like only one kill then a report or emergency meeting and then only after will he kill someone else. Doesn't like doing one imposter at a time.

Beelzebub🍔:When Crewmate:Is slow at tasks. Likes to stay with MC and Belphie. Tries to be as helpful as possible. Isn't very good at finding out who imposter is. Doesn't like seeing a body so he doesn't report of he does see one.(Makes him pretty sus)

:When Imposter:Usually doesn't do anything. He doesn't wanna kill his friends and family.(🥺Poor Cinnamon Bun).

Belphegor🐄: When Crewmate:Sleeps almost always when he is crewmate. The only thing he does when he isn't sleeping as Crewmate is blaming everything on Lucifer.

:When Imposter:Kills Lucifer,that's about it. Besides that he's asleep. The few times he is actually awake as imposter he doesn't kill MC or Beel,he just does a full blown massacre.

Diavolo👑:When Crewmate:Does his tasks but makes them as fun as possible. Always cracks jokes(even though they ain't funny). Stays by Lucifer even though Luci will kill him if he's imposter. Is very good at finding out who is imposter because he can tell when someone is lying. Stays away from belphie and asmo but I honestly don't know why.

:When Imposter:Makes it really obvious because he always forgets to mute himself, and laughs very loudly when he's about to or did kill someone. (He's not very good at being imposter.)

Barbatos🍵:He is no longer allowed to play because he has time powers. (And there was an incident)

Simeon⛪:When Crewmate:If we can get him to play he does his tasks very slowly and always gets caught on walls.(He still isn't a tech man). That's about it because he doesn't like to play.

:When Impostor:Admits it's him and whoever else is imposter if it's double or triple.(Don't want him as Impostor)

Solomon🔮:When Crewmate:Is very solitary and stays to himself. Does his tasks and then just follows people around like a creep. Or a weeb being forced to a party. He never says anything and always gets edjected early for being super sus. But besides me he is the only one to use cams.

:When Imposter: Kills very slowly and never gets to kill everyone because he's always edjected. When he's impostor that's the only time he unmutes to blame people. That makes him very obvious.

Luke👼:Daddy Simeon, Mama Barb, And Mommy MC don't allow him to play.(It's boring, I've tried so many times, but they are stubborn as hell!).

Me🖤:I ain't telling you my Among Us secrets, bitch you looking for advise?! Not from me!

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taurielsilvan · 4 years

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i was tagged by the queen of fancy gifs: @scinnlaece thank you c:

what is the color of your hairbrush? i have more than one, but eh mainly black?

name a food you never eat: hmm most animals i guess

are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm, but my hands are always cold

what were you doing 45 mins ago? i made apple-cinnamon-buns (eating them right now with @wondcrwomans while watching Hamilton and yes, they taste good)

what’s your favourite candy bar? maybe KitKat

have you ever been to a professional sports game? yes, a friend dragged ma along to a football game and also an american football game - but it was fun

what is the last thing you said out loud? “... Iiii will kill your friends and family to remind you of my looove dadadadDADADA”

what is your favourite ice cream? ben & jerrys halfe baked or karamel sutra

what was the last thing you had to drink? tea

do you like your wallet? nah, looking for a new one actually

what is the last thing you ate? apple-cinnamon-buns c:

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

what’s the last sporting event you watched? pff i can’t even remember...

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? sweet?

who is the last person you sent a text message to? my sister, asking her to come over

ever been camping? yes, i hate it

do you take vitamins? yes

do you regularly attend a place of worship? no

do you have a tan? nope

do you prefer Chinese or pizza? love both, but couldn’t live without pizza

do you drink your soda through a straw? no

what colour socks do you usually wear? black, grey or muticoloured with animals or spiderman or stuff..

do you ever drive above the speed limit? i don’t have a driver’s license

what terrifies you? the deep sea

look to your left, what do you see? @wondcrwomans

what chore do you hate most? all.of.them.

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? “sorry mate, i can’t understand a word you’re saying”

what’s your favourite soda? fritz kola

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? neither, i order fast food and eat it at home

what’s your favourite number? 8 and 5

who’s the last person you talked to? @wondcrwomans

favourite cut of beef? idk

last song you listened to? Satisfied

last book you read? currently reading Joel Dicker - “Das Verschwinden der Stephanie Mailer”

favourite day of the week? whenever my day off is...

can you say the alphabet backwards? i never tried.. propably no

how do you like your coffee? with a bit of milk, also pumpkin spiced latte (with homemade pumpkin syrup)

favourite pair of shoes? i used to own the perfect timberland boots.. they died

time you normally get up? around 07:30

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets fill my heart with love

how many blankets on your bed? two

describe your kitchen plates. white... round... flat?

describe your kitchen at the moment. not as messy as usual hah

do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? wine, gin tonic

do you play cards? sometimes

what colour is your car? i don’t own a car.. why are there several driving related uestions here?

can you change a tire? no

your favourite state? solid.. maybe liquid

favourite job you’ve had? well, i sell books for a living, that’s pretty cool

tagging: this i quite long, so feel free to ignore it... @wondcrwomans, @captainaragorn, @pointyearedelvishprinceling, @ellrond, @queenofraccoons, @kissedbyflames

#tag game #personal

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cynicalrelief · 4 years

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Hinata x Random ROOT Ninja

Fandom: Naruto (anime)

Pairing: Hinata Hyuuga x Original Male Character/OC ROOT Ninja

Root Member is assigned a routine surveillance mission. Observe, track, and report. It’s simple. Well it was until he fell in love.

Root member watches over Hinata in his free time

Danzo thinks maybe she could be an asset

He’s still figuring shit out

After observing and tailing Hinata for a week, Root ends up accidentally making contact with her

Hinata, curious about her mystery guard, tries to coax him out using treats and shy words of friendship

Eventually Hinata succeeds b/c why wouldn’t you want to be friends with Hinata?? the girl rocks

Root doesn’t reveal himself but he does accept one of the cinnamon buns Hinata had left out for him when she wasn’t looking

Hinata becomes Root’s first friend and the first positive thing in his life

For the first time, he’s actually looking forward for a mission

Root doesn’t remember much of his life before he joined Ne

Well he does remember the Orphanage

Sometimes he wished he didn’t--

He could hear the distant wails of children, feel small bodies pressed tightly against his as winter settled. He remembered how some would go missing- they’d be there one day and gone the next. The other children whispered that maybe they’d been adopted or they’d simply run away.

Root never believed their whispers.

Root knew better, knew some had died and some had...simply disappeared

Sometimes Root wished he’d go missing too.

And then one day he did, enveloped in the shadows and given purpose.

Ne’s motto: In Ne, you have no name. You have no feelings. You have no past. You have no future. There is only the mission.

Except now Root does have a name (a precious gift from the single most precious person in his life), he does feel things--things like happiness, sadness, and anger, but most of all confusion (Hinata makes him feel so...so much. It’s scary and daunting.)

His past is lost to him and he doesn’t care much for his future....so long as Hinata is in it

And his mission?

Changed; diverted

His heart, damaged but still functional, beats for one purpose

Protect Hinata Hyuuga and her alone

Root wants to tell Hinata about Ne but is unable due to the seal Danzo has placed on all Ne members

A part of him is relieved

He doesn’t want her to know the things he’s done

The atrocities he’d had a hand in, hands stained forever crimson

Hinata assumes Root is part of ANBU because of the mask and general mysteriousnes

Any ability to feel or emote had long been stamped out of Root, his heart turned into ice and then shattered

The command to OBEY replaces the empty cavity in his chest

But Hinata fascinates him, he’s never met anybody quite so...expressive before

It makes it easy for him to read her and therefore predict her movements and behavior (not that he understand any of it)

She shows fear in the way her eyes (so big, so lovely, embarrassment, joy, shyness all in one moment

Root likes watching her

Watching her makes him feel...something

He doesn’t know what, just that there is something growing in his chest like a rampant weed

He should report himself, as is protocol, and go for mandatory re-education

But he hasn’t felt anything in so long

And it doesn’t feel bad--it feels warm and floaty

Plus, it’s only a faint fluttering in his rib cage, nothing that would impede his effectiveness as a ninja; nothing that would compromise him

At least that’s what he tells himself because in reality this feeling feels like--like treason; goes against everything Ne stood for

Root was first assigned to shadow Hinata after the kidnapping incident with Kumo went down

Danzo put him in charge of guarding Hinata b/c he didn’t want to risk the Byakugan leaving the village

Danzo eventually pulls Root off the Hinata mission when he’s confident there will not be a second attempt

Root obeys but if his missions within the village just happen to lead him by the Hyuuga compound, most importantly where the heiress is, well...it’s just a simple coincidence

Root checks on Hinata whenever he has free time

When Danzo decides to monitor the next generation of clan heirs for potential recruitment, he assigns Root to Hinata seeing as he’s shadowed her before and is competent at avoiding detection from the clan’s all-seeing dojutsu

Root is curious for the first time in his life

Hinata makes him experience so many firsts--first smile, first laugh, first bite of dango, first tears, first everything

Hinata knows Root is there

Root is impressed with her skill, no from her clan has ever suspected his presence let alone confirmed it

Distantly, Root thinks she’d do nicely in their ranks

That train of thought is quickly derailed, horror creeping up his throat

He prays to a deity that never deemed it fit to answer him that she never joins them, that Danzo will deem her unsuitable candidate

Root doesn’t think he could stand by and watch Hinata be stripped down of everything that made her human, that made her good and kind and oh so beautiful

Root knows he wouldn’t be able to let such an atrocity be committed

(but he can stand by and allow his partner to slit a child’s throat, a family massacered, good people slaughtered for no other reason than that they were in the way)

Root doesn’t have a name so Hinata gives him one

Hinata asks for his name but Root doesn’t know how to tell her that he doesn’t have one; has never had a need for one

(He’s not human; he’s a tool)

(And tools have no need for names)

Root thinks about giving Hinata his number, it’s the closest thing he has to a name, but he knows that isn’t what she’s asking for

A number is not a name, he knows

Root plucks another flower and gives it to her in lieu of giving her an answer, hoping that will appease her

Hinata likes flowers; likes them enough to treat and press them so they’ll never die; safely tucked into her book and guarded closely as something precious

Root wishes he was a flower

Sadly, the flower does not appease her

Hinata’s face twists into a frown and Root heart does something similar

He does not like upsetting Hinata

Her family does a good enough job at that

(How Root burns; a foreign fire licking at her heart when they make Hinata doubt herself, maker her think she’s worthless, make her cry)

Hinata names him after the flower he’d passed her

It’s a girly, ridiculous name but Root wears it with pride and honor just like anything Hinata has ever given him

He wants so desperately to be a flower, to be her flower--treasured and treated gently

Root’s current mission to shadow Hinata for Ne is now indefinite, Danzo choosing to monitor the heirs and heiresses of the village’s most influential clans

This gives Root the time and opportunity to befriend Hinata

Root doesn’t know what Danzo is planning but he knows that he’ll do everything within his power to protect her from the old fart’s machinations

Danzo pulls Root and the others watching the other heirs/heiresses after their targets graduate

This doesn’t stop Root from seeking out Hinata in his meager free time or in between missions.

All Ne’s operatives have to be reconditioned every so often

The human psyche is so fickle

His scheduled appointment for re-education rolls by

Root disobeys and plays hooky

Luckily, Ne members never just not go and shady organizations don’t really keep records (idk I’mm making shit up) so if no one can truly confirm if an agent attended their yearly conditioning

Root acts and behaves normally and no one is none the wiser

Root doesn’t want to be reconditioned because he doesn’t want to stop feeling what he feel towards Hinata

He feels alive for the first time in his life

It’s exhilarating as it is terrifying

As Hinata and Root get older Root realizes he can’t be in Ne anymore if he wants to be with Hinata

Whether it be as her friend or…more is a mystery

Root begins thinking up a plan

He gets all the necessary documents forged--citizenship, birth certificate, Academy graduation certificate, etc.

He has everything he needs to start a new life

The hardest part of his plan will be infiltrating Danzo’s private office, locating his file, and disposing it

Root impresses Danzo enough to be put on guard duty on the same floor as his office

While on guard duty, he learns where Danzo keeps the Ne member files and how to access them

There is only one record of each Ne member and they are all in Danzo’s possession within his office

Root destroys the file but not without triggering some alarm/fail safe he’d missed

Another Ne member catches him

That someone is a member is Root’s friend

Or the closest thing you can have to friends in Ne, that is

They’d been partnered three times--a miracle given that most members never work the same person more than once

Something about avoiding forming a camaraderie or attachments, etc.

Obviously someone had screwed up and allowed the two to team up more than once and form a bond

After a silent staring contest she lets him go, giving Root the chance to escape

Since he destroyed his file they don’t know who is responsible for all the chaos

Danzo is furious

And Root is free

yay!!

Root approaches Hinata for the first time without his uniform or mask

Hinata doesn’t recognize him at first

But then she notices his chakra signature and she’s like: ‘Root? Is...is that you?’

‘yes. it’s me. hello, hinata.’

Now they can be friends out in the open

Ne member/Root’s homie visits Root a little after he escapes

Root thinks she’s there to kill him and gets ready to defend himself

She tells him that she’s not there under orders; that she’d there under her own volition

Tells him that no one suspects him, he was one root of many, but Danzo is searching and to be careful

Root thanks her

She hesitates before leaving

She tells him she doesn’t understand why he did all that he did but that she will make sure no one will be able undo what he has done; the choice he has made

Root thanks her again

She leaves without another word

-Root can evade the Byakugan by reducing his chakra signature so much that it reads as just a part of the background; just another tree

He also knows about it’s blind spot

Which is how Root has remained undetected so far

All the kids are curious about the boy who follows Hinata everywhere

The smitten boy who looks at her like she’d been the one to hang that stars and the moon

Ino fucking loves it and is very nosy, wheedling Hinata for answers

‘so who’s your handsome friend, hinata, hm?’

Hinata is very flustered

Sakura tells Ino to stop but she lowkey wants to know who Root is too

Kurenai is suspicious (Hinata is like her daughter) and decides to do some digging

His records are...frustratingly ordinary, if a little sad-- born three years prior to the Konoha 9 in some rinky dinky little town on the outskirts of the Land of Fire, parents died a few years ago, Root moved to Konoha to attend the academy, graduated at 12, mentored under a deceased jonin, and is currently taking solo E and D-rank missions to support himself

It’s all very standard

Except for the gap between his graduation and the missions he’s running now

Everything has been blocked out in black (REDACTED)

so Kurenai thinks he must have been in ANBU and that’s why she doesn’t know him and why he’s just so odd

‘is the new guy eating flowers??‘

‘why’s he staring over here--HEY!! YOU GOT A PRO--’

‘kiba! let him be and focus on pulling out those weeds over there.’

‘wat!? oh whatever’ *grumble grumble*

‘psst, hinata!’

‘uh, yes, kiba?’

‘ur boyfriend is weird.’

‘asdfghjkl’

#Hyuuga Hinata #oc #Hinata Hyuuga x OC #original male character #root #plot bunny gone wild

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