#the pockets are small as hell though😔

[williamkisser]

Reflecting by the nature! by polish artist Celina Dominikowska (1853)

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: PART TEN

parings: hawks x mother!reader

wordcount: 3k

notes: GET PRANKED IM POSTING I ACTUALLY FINSHED PART TEN (also there’s two more parts left n im so sad😔)

warnings: angst: but then fluffly comfort😘

summary: you, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

something was wrong with hawks.

I mean he’s always a little weird, but this is different somehow?

sure the two of you have only been dating for about a week, you don’t expect him to show his skin and bones to you.

but he seems like he’s hiding something.

and he looks more…exhausted somehow?

and you know for a fact that he’s at least getting sleep because he’s always cuddled up in your sheets by the times you get home from late shifts.

much to Fumikages dismay.

he’s more upset that hawks took his spot in the bed though.

and that hawks scared the hell out of him when he casually flew through your balcony.

but you don’t except hawks to open up, but you’d like him to know your a good shoulder to cry on.

but it would get better right? wrong.

hawks got more nervous as the weeks went by, even when Fumikage interned with him- which you begged Fumikage to do- he still was antsy.

you two are adults right? You can have a great amazing conversation about eachothers feelings right?

so that’s what you were planning on doing tonight after you got home from the hospital.

Fumikages now at the dorms sadly so you and hawks have the time to speak.

when you finally clocked out you drove home like usual, got home around 12:40 which is the betters times.

Unlocking and opening the door to your home, you craned your head to see if you could see the tufts of blonde hair you liked so much.

wasn’t there though.

so you closed the door, walked through the house searching for hawks.

He had to be home right? You even asked him what time he would be home and it was definitely passed the 9:00 he was so proud of.

Hawks liked getting home early.

But here you were all alone in the house you were supposed to have company in?

You take your phone out from your pocket, calling him.

it rang, no one picked up.

so now you were slightly worried, and confused too.

hawks told you one night that he’d answer your calls immediately.

he thought you’d get too worried about him not answering after what happened with Fumikage.

and he was right, you are worried.

you rang again, no answer.

you shouldn’t be worried- he was probably just fighting a villain right?

fighting one when he isn’t even on the clock.

maybe his phone died- even though he always kept it charged.

bad reception? no he’s always texting and flying in that damn sky.

where in the world would he be-

“Hey mama bird.” He walks through the door with his hero outfit on.

You turned around with a small yelp, scared by his sudden intrusion.

“Hawks- you worried me sick, weren’t you supposed to be off by now?” You say slightly hurried.

he chuckles softly, “calm down, I got a call, had to answer, you know the drill.”

“I don’t, I’m not a hero.”

He huffs at a small laugh, you weren’t joking though.

Hawks walks over towards your room, presumably going to go change out of the hero clothes he was supposed to be out of three hours before.

you follow after, your socks padding on the ground silently.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Did I? M’sorry I was busy.” He says apolitically.

No context, just that he was busy- isn’t that amazing Y/N?!

Hawks moseys over to your bathroom, “now if you don’t mind me- I have to change.”

He almost shuts the door until you stop it with your foot.

He looks up at you, slightly surprised with a curious glint in his eye.

You sigh- something has to be done about him.

“We should talk, after you change.”

He smiles, “I was planning on talking to

you.”

“No- we need to talk, it’s serious hawks.” your tone a little more aggressive than you’d like it to be.

hawks watches your expression, only staying okay until he mumbles a small, “okay.”

You remove from the door so he can close it, then you walk towards the living room.

Sure- you were a tad bit mean but he’s been worrying you for weeks.

even Fumikage asked if everything was alright with him- maybe hawks grew on him a little but still.

truthfully, you can not take another failed relationship- especially with another hero.

You sit on the couch, your shoulders tense waiting for Hawks entrance.

Maybe you working so much is forcing him to hide things? Maybe he just doesn’t wanna stress you.

Hell your a mother- some grown hero problems aren’t going to sway you.

not after Fumikages my little pony phase.

or the Pokémon one, or when he thought he was a unicorn for two weeks because some kid convinced him he was.

Then walks in hawks, sitting near you tapping his foot anxiously.

“What did you wanna talk about?” His voice doesn’t waver.

“You.”

Hawks expression doesn’t really change.

“What about me?”

“I mean- are you okay?” You grab his hands gently.

He chuckles, “I’m fine, are you okay?”

You sigh, “Hawks…I’m serious.”

“And I’m seriously okay, nothings going on.” He smiles, you know it’s plastered on.

“Why’d you come home at twelve? I thought you were the fastest.”

“I had business.”

Business? What business takes three hours.

“Could you tell me about it?” You try to say softly.

“It’s boring- you wouldn’t wanna hear.”

“What’re you hiding?”

Hawks goes quiet, his foot tapping halts.

He’s got quite the poker face on, but the secrets in his wings that are oh so tensed.

“I’m nothing hiding anything.”

his tapping starts back up, wings tense.

“Oh yeah?”

He hums, “yeah.”

Hawks truly didn’t even know what type of tactic to use on you with all the hero commission training, you also read him through his damn wings no matter how good of an act he played.

“Look- I’m just worried.”

Hawks smiles, removing his hands from yours to tap your chin.

“About little old me?”

But hawks knew you were a woman who “didn’t participate in romantic relationships” and he’d use that to his advantage.

He’s not telling you shit.

Your face is solid, “yes, I’m worried since you’ve been acting weird.”

“What if I told you I was just trying to control myself hm?” He says with a small smirk on his face.

what in the world is he on about?

Your brows furrow in confusion, “what?”

hawks pouts, “I mean Fumikages always around, I can’t do nothing without the guy yelling at me.”

He wouldn’t tell you about his new mission.

it’d break you.

“I mean- yeah that’s true but he’s at the dorms-” hawks hand slowly crawls to your waist then places a finger to your lips with a small “shhh.”

He whispers in your ear softly, “I’m just…a little pent up? want some alone time with my lady y’know?”

it’s not like hawks was completely lying to you, he just couldn’t tell you the truth.

You trip over your words, “yeah, I-i understand.”

Hawks chuckles, his breath hitting the side of your face, “Am I making you nervous?”

Suddenly, he starts pecking the side of your neck over and over again- quickly.

It’s makes laughter bubble out of your throat.

You can hear hawks giggles through his pursed lips.

and hawks was a little prideful that his distraction worked.

slowly but surely hawks little kisses were getting more slow and deliberate, soft and gentle.

He was comfortable laying over you as you laid on the couch, your head being propped up by the arm rest.

hawks was enjoying himself, until your cup his face with a less than happy expression.

kinda made him shiver a little- he would t tell you that though.

“Hawks…you can tell me yknow?”

His damn wings flutter softly against his back before he can stop them.

“Already told you, I just missed you.”

He wouldn’t tell you.

You sigh softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Alright, I’ll drop it.”

Then it got quiet, which is what hawks wanted but…he kinda liked that you worried so much.

but he still wouldn’t tell you.

You run your fingers through his hair, catching your fingers through the knots.

Hawks feels your throat vibrating as you hum a tune he can almost recognize.

He liked this.

Lying to you makes him feel way better if you treat him like this right after.

he’d like to be treated like this for the rest of his life.

You can feel hawks tension basically melt into you. Like putty almost.

You can’t stop staring at him, if he didn’t become a hero he would’ve been a great model.

Sometimes hawks would complain about all the clothing company’s that contacted him to model, but after you told him you like seeing him all dressed up in magazine he quickly changed his tune.

maybe you took your admiration with hawks too far sometimes, always trying to fit every detail on his face into your brain before he woke up late.

A couple minutes pass by, the familiar tune changes slowly into something hawks can no longer recognize.

He likes it, so he raises his head.

he won’t lie when he says he felt shy at your gaze.

“What’s the song your humming?” He says sleepily.

You smile, “Made it myself, it’s called my boyfriend won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Hawks scoffs, then kisses you softly.

He doesn’t want you staring at him, like he’s a good person. Like he’s something.

You rub his back softly, scratching his wings like you would a cats fur.

When he retreats from the kiss, there it is again.

That stare.

he doesn’t like it.

You look at him like he hasn’t killed, like he hung the stars, like he was born for a reason.

Maybe the reason was to meet you.

hawks thinks it’s a wonderful reason for a moment, he doesn’t feel the first tear fall until he recognizes your face filed with concern.

You cup his head gently into your chest.

“H-hey, hey..what’s wrong hawks?” You say sweetly, your kindness leaking like coming from your mouth.

He hates how he retreats more into you, clutching your scrubs like it’s his lifeline.

You can hear him mumble out apologizes, one after another.

You don’t know what he’s apologizing for though.

“O-oh god- Y/N m’so sorry.” He muffles out from your scrubs.

You card through his hair, “hawks it’s okay, I’m not mad.”

And you wait until his breathes slow, until he stops shaking.

And he can’t bring himself to see you look at him that way again.

He sits up, looking away from you.

You rise as well, rubbing his back.

You watch him lean into his hands, covering his face.

“Hawks, I’m not angry- just tell me you’re okay.” Your voice no longer as strong as it used to be.

he shakes his head. Could he tell you?

no. No, he can’t the commission would have his head for leaking information to a civilian.

would you tell though?

he has so much he wants to spill to you, so- so much.

he doesn’t have to spill the mission yet. He can’t.

“Hawks-“

He could tell you the truth about himself.

“Keigo.” His voice doesn’t shake.

You freeze for a moment, “what?”

“That’s my real name, Keigo Takami.”

You pause for a moment, soaking in the information.

Hawks can’t stop the words from spewing out his mouth, you have that effect on him y’know?

“My parents gave me hell when I was born, I lived in some run down shack and my dad would always make it his mission to hit me real good when I turned my back from him, and-“

Hawks was rambling, it was hard for you to process everything but you got the memo.

His voice was strained slightly when he finished.

He retreats back to his hands, his wings over his shoulders. “I-I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore that hearing that.”

You let out a nervous laugh, “ha- keigo. Why would I leave you?”

Hawks lifts his face from his hands to look at you.

He trips over his words slightly, “because..I-i have too much baggage? that’s what Mirko says.”

“Keigo, ever since Ryuji..” you reach to grab a hold of his face, “I thought I was done for.”

Hawks places his hands on your forearms, but he doesn’t make them move one bit.

“I thought no one would love me after that, but then you flew in. With your dumb wing and cute hair.”

Hawks doesn’t break eye contact with you, you wonder if he even blinked.

“And you tried to be my son’s friend- and you taught him to be a good hero. To be like you.”

He’s sniffles, you can tell he’s trying to keep it together.

“Then you came to me, and I want you to stay even when you’re all old and wrinkly and your wings can barely move like they use to.”

You rub soft circles into hawks cheeks, he enjoys the feeling.

“I’d gladly patch you up after every fight- kiss every mark better. I want you to stay with me- I need you to Keigo.”

Hawks looks down, “I’ll stay then.” He mumbles out.

You candle his head back down to your chest, kissing his head softly.

And all hawks can do is soak it in.

You accepted this part of him, would you except the other?

the one where he’s actively helping the league.

the same one that hurt your Fumikage?

Would you still want him in your home after that?

He doesn’t understand why his heart doesn’t ache at the aspect.

part of him already knows you’d coddle and kiss him after he told you.

part of him knows you wouldn’t blame him for it.

yet he can’t get the words out of his mouth.

maybe it’s cause he can’t move, he feels so safe in your arms so what’s the point?

So safe he rests.

Was telling you about his past the right call?

you don’t really care where hawks came from, just where he is now.

and now he’s with you.

and soon Fumikage will be home, and maybe just maybe he’ll finally accept the “group cuddle” you’d been pushing him to do.

And when you wake, there’s your beautiful boys.

One on top of you and one glaring daggers at you from the door.

“Mother.” Fumikage calls.

“Fumi…”

He sighs, throwing his duffel onto the ground.

“Back from dorm life I see…”

Fumikage huffs a small laugh, he begged Aizawa to let him come home on the weekends.

Then opens his arms walking over to you and hawks.

And finally engulfing you.

Hawks stirs in his sleep, only to wrap one of his wings around Fumikage.

You ruffle Fumikages feathers, “How was your week?”

“Interesting to say the least.” He hums.

“We had to have team battles against the other class, plus Shinso.” His fingers twirl around a loose string from your old shirt.

“Did he getcha?”

“He could never.” He smiles.

Hawks grumbles in his sleep from the noise you and Fumikage are making.

Only then to flutter his pretty eyelashes at you, “Morin’ birdie…”

“gross” Fumikage complains.

Hawks retorts, “You’re not even supposed to be here.”

“You take my spot on the bed, my mother, my confidence- you won’t take away my house too…” Fumikage spits back.

You pop into the conversation, “When did he take your confidence?”

“Don’t ask.” They say at the same time, great synchronization.

You chuckle softly as their banter continue, yet hawks wing is still comfortably around Fumikage.

This feels perfect. You wish you could freeze time.

Hawks feels great too, he successfully evaded telling you about the league.

And Fumikage- well he’s just glad to be home.

Hawks didn’t plan on telling you on the information he had.

He wouldn’t tell you what would happen in four months.

that the liberation army would make there attack.

He should really work on that code to tell endeavor and the commission soon.

But for this moment, he’ll enjoy a simple life.

And after the attack, maybe he’ll enjoy it more freely.

And if there’s a bigger battle, maybe the commission won’t need him anymore.

and he’ll enjoy that life with you and Fumikage.

and he’d get to sleep in everyday, sometimes he’d wake up to delicious pancakes- or burnt ones if Fumikages decided to try out the skillet.

“What’re you laughing at.” Fumikage says darkly.

“What? Nothing.” Hawks replies with a big smile on his face.

Fumikage sighs, “get him dark shadow.”

You yelp befofe dark shadow comes out to flick hawks on his “dumb forehead” according to Fumikage.

Yeah, hawks could enjoy this.

He hopes you’ll forgive him in the future for not telling you everything.

And if he has to kill someone…

He hopes you’ll kiss the hands he did it with.

Because then they’ll hurt less when he looks at them.

And when he comes home at the end of today, he’ll enjoy a nice dinner with you and Fumikage.

You’ll get up and gather the plates when everyone’s finished, but Fumikage will insist he’ll do the dishes.

hawks cleans the table, you walk around to sit down on the couch to find some stupid scary movie Fumikage would like.

Then hawks would snuggle into you, and Fumikage would begrudgingly join in.

Fumikage would fall asleep, because according to you he always does.

And he’d have a conversation with you before he himself drifted off.

And before he slept, he’d hear you call his name.

“I love you Keigo.”

Yeah, that’s the simple life hawks wants.

Fumikage smacks his head, “stop day dreaming when mamas speaking to you.”

Hawks perks his head up over to you.

“What would you like for dinner tonight? Fumikage said it was your choice.”

Hawks can feel his stomach flutter.

Yea, he has something to come home to now.

He has you.

And after the battle, he hopes you’ll still have him.

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AN: I didn’t expect to write for mother hen until I answered that ask and then I got into a writing mood so… EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU ANNON!!

[scrunckled-idiot]

ok so i've been putting this off for WAY too long and ermm- yeagh :D

here's my silly mini fella <3 (design will most likely change in future posts with this guy cus im not too fond of the outfit)

(in case writing in the pic is hard to read:)

"a mute, miniature, blu super human experiment gone rouge to red, the pocket merc proves themselves to be a highly dense and nimble asset to their team... when the aren't hiding in walls or being trod under a barrage of boots"

this little fella was from a fanfic i wrote for myself before Tumblr. thinking about cleaning it up in the future and posting it on my ao3. idk.

additional heap of info! (im... not good at these AUGJ-):

because of their densely and tightly packed form, they're pretty much invincible to anything, from temperatures up to 1600c, as cold as -197c, and can withstand a weight limit of 30,000 tons. so medic didn't even bother adding a respawn chip to them. but he didn't count for the fact that every. single. one of those hurts like hell. death isn't even an easy way out. either wait for help, or get out of the situation themself.

lol again wtf is gender my bitches, bastards, and cunts in-between 😎

on the field, they're mostly used as a pest to distract the enemy so that their teammates can get the final blow.

lives in a hole punched into the wall by heavy in engineers workshop.

though they're a nervous wreck and cowardly most of the time, once attacked, or a teammate is in trouble, they act on an apeshit instinct and go as ham as they can, mostly going for the eyes, nape of the neck, or even the groin at times. its hard to hit something so small y'know.

they, engie, and pyro hand out most of th time. family bonding <3

literally experiencing the terrors everyday. pls help them.

they're mute because blu didn't create them with vocal chords since they were just gonna attach a camera with a mic to em. so since they cant talk, they use a lot of hand gestures and charades, sometimes using objects around them. fuck sign language that shits too hard to learn 😔

engie made their lil' suit, boots, and nail gun. had a blast with it since it reminded him of those minifigures sets he used to own as a boy.

nail gun works like a rifle but with arching projectiles. the arc aint that big, its mostly a straight shot.

its lonely being so small and miles apart from everyone.

idk what else to add ahah :) wugahy

relationships:

likes:

engie. heavy. demo. pyro. sniper

tolarates:

scout. spy.

dislikes:

medic.

miscellaneous:

soldier. they aren't sure. he's sending mixed messages. wtf.

ALSO CAN POCKET PLEASE MEET UP WITH @bluespace-skull CELINA AND @moon-0f-m4rs CIG pls i beg on my knees it would be so awesome sauce. the holy trinity.

(ahah)

[atsullia]

It's been a while since I requested from you and because I spent half of my evening being teased for being short here's something </3

Can you write something about Raichi (lovingly) bullying his tiny s/o for being small and then they tease him back for something else out of nowhere and Raichi's just like "Where did that come from?" because he didn't know his s/o could ever say something even slightly mean HSBFNDNKDND

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲)

Pairing(s): Raichi Jingo, Reo Mikage, and Rin Itoshi x gn!reader (separately)

Author Note: This fanfic has been rotting in my drafts for days💀 Nah because fucking kids be making fun of me for being short😔😔 Life is not daijoubu🫠 the other two is kind of different from Raichi's but it still fits the title :)

Warning: swearing. And maybe one dirty joke? Eh. The reader is short.

 ꒰‧₊˚RAICHI JINGO☆༉‧₊˚.

In all honesty, it wouldn't be Raichi Jingo if he didn't tease you about your height. He would literally bully you about your height in any chance he gets, and sometimes it's not even related about how short you are!

He would always rest his arm on your head, making you an armrest for him as he chuckled in such a smug way you wanted to punch him.

This time was no exception as Raichi and you were walking down the sidewalk after eating lunch, he puts his hand on your head as he squished you down to make you shorter.

"You're so short, y'know-" Raichi chuckles as he ruffles your hair with a smug look on his face, "You're like the same height of a 7th grader! So smol and tiny."

The tone of his voice was baby-ish as he did it to rile you up on purpose. You stick your tongue at him and remove his hand from your head, "Raichi."

He perks up hearing his name, "Hm?" Your boyfriend looks down on you as he saw you smiled, which pique his interest.

"Y'know what else is small?" You looked up at your dear boyfriend as a smile turned into a smirk. Raichi blinked repeatedly at you, not knowing what's the answer, "wha-"

You snort a laughter and cut him off, "your dic-" And suddenly you felt your boyfriend elbow you on the side, not letting you finish.

"What the fuck!" Raichi blushed as he bonked your head and pouts, "Where the hell did that come from?!" You could only snicker at his reaction while coughing a bit from being elbowed.

"C'monn didja really have to elbow me that hard?" You huffed as you two continued to walk down the sidewalk- Raichi rolled his eyes at your question, "You deserve it. Plus, I didn't hit you that hard."

You stick your tongue out at him, neither of you two decide to continue the conversation, making the walk silent- until a few minutes, you wanted to lighten the mood a bit by making a joke.

"Hey, do you know what else is har-"

Raichi bonked you on the head as he stopped holding your hand and walked faster.

"Jin! Jingo!" You called his name and started walking slightly faster, trying to catch up with your boyfriend, "C'monn dudee!! It's was a joke!"

꒰‧₊˚MIKAGE REO☆༉‧₊˚.

Reo loves how short you are. He would sometimes tease you and call you pocket-sized or fun sized. He says it in such an endearing way that you can't stay mad at him- even if you wanted to.

You were about to get something out of the cupboard and tiptoed to get something, then you felt arms wrapped around you and someone resting their chin on your head, and chuckled.

"Do you need help with getting something, shortie?" Reo teased as he squeezed you in his arms, "Oh, sorry- ahem, I mean vErTicaLly cHAlLeNgeD~"

"I don't need your help, lamppost."

This is what you said before, but after three minutes of suffering and tiptoeing, you reluctantly requested Reo's assistance. He was smug as he added salt to the wound by mocking you, "I thought you didn't need from a lamppost."

Embarrassed and ashamed, you opened the cupboard again and accidentally struck Reo in the face with the door. Though it was an asshole move, you couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Reo, you're so tall that the cupboard door hits you!"

While you laughed at him and hurt his ego, he still helped you get a cup from the cupboard, like a good boyfriend he is.

"Thank you, lamppost~♡" You winked at him. While you were taking Reo's cup, your laughter died down a bit. "Tsk- your welcome, shrimpy," Reo rolled his eyes as he pouted, humbled by the damn cupboard.

 ꒰‧₊˚ITOSHI RIN☆༉‧₊˚.

Rin usually doesn't tease you about your height, but that doesn't mean he won't do it at some point. But there are times when he can't help it. You'll be in the same room as each other, and he'll give you a little smirk before asking, "Hey [name], can you get the English dictionary from the shelf?"

And of course, it was on a part of the shelf you couldn't reach. You couldn't even get it if you tiptoed.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Can't you reach it?" Rin asked. The tone in his voice was smug and condescending. You couldn't help but feel a little bit irritated by his tone and the way he asked the question.

"Shut up." You muttered, sitting on Rin's bed, doing schoolwork.

In response to your reaction, Rin snickers as he looks back at what he was doing before. "Y'know you're so short? Like very short," He commented out of nowhere, while you two were doing schoolwork.

"Honestly, I can't imagine being short like you," Rin smirked. He was really adding more fuel into the fire.

You narrowed your eyes as you stared daggers at him. That little shit- you could feel yourself getting more irritated as he talks even more.

"Hey Rinnie?"

"Hm?" He stopped at what he was doing and looked at you, "Y'know what's my favorite thing about being short?" You smiled as you watched his reaction, seeing how hard he thought, but couldn't come up with anything.

"I like being eye leveled at your mom chest~"

Rin took a long ass time to process what you said.. but when it finally clicked, he instantly blushed red.

"Y-you!" Rin stuttered as he threw a book at you, dodging it before he could hit your face. His flustered reaction makes it very amusing and funny to you.

You couldn't help but snicker at the tall boy's reaction- now you're the one with a smirk, enjoying every second of his reaction.

After a few minutes of you trying to dodge Rin's throws and not get hit, his mother entered the room, causing you to stop in your tracks. Resulting in your face being hit with a pillow. "Ow."

"Rin," His mother crossed her arms, sounding like she was about to scold him. She glanced at you, who was sitting on the floor, touching the place where the pillow hit you. "How could you do that?!" She sighed as she helped you up from the ground. Rin looked slightly disappointed but not ashamed of his actions.

"That must've hurt, sweetie," Rin's mother smiled in reassurance, "do you need a hug?"

You looked at her with a grin and were about to say yes before you got pulled by the collar of your shirt by Rin, "Oh hell nah!"

Rin glares down at you. After the comment you made, he ain't trusting you near his ma.

[icarus-does-fall]

Chapter uhhh 8

I promise im working on figuring out a tile of this stupid little story 😔

Rise in the ashes

As Michael awoke pain radiated throughout his body, every movement, every breath sent a stab of pain to him each one causing his vision to blur and his eyes to snow over. On the table next to him, almost like a habit, there was a glass of water and a small bottle of a blue liquid, one that tasted terribly but helped him heal and manage his pain. With a shaky hand he drank both before laying back in bed. He only got a few more moments of quiet before Mary came barging into the room.

“Michael Sanctious! You told me you were okay, Father Keir told me this morning that you all but collapsed the moment you walked into his office! That you two barely even got a chance to talk before he was rushing you to Nurse Matilda! Now tell me the truth, what really happened while you went out yesterday, I'm getting really worried about you brother.”

Michael tried his best to shake his head without visibly flinching, holding back a growl which simply just turned into a sigh . “He- Mary I promised you that I was okay, and I never once in our life broken a promise to you, have I?”

“Well.. no-”

“Then trust me as much as you do in the great ones and in Father Craven, please Mary. It was.., nothing that cannot be dealt with, and I will be back out of bed in no time.”

“But Michael, I just want you to stay safe, you end up here so often that there has to be something going on, can't you just talk to me? It can't be healthy keeping everything to yourself.”

Mary paused a slight pout forming on her face as her ears were mirroring Michaels, both being lowered to their heads as she sighed and then her head tilted. “Why do you call him Father Craven Michael, you know he's told us we're allowed to be less formal with him and call him Keir.”

Michaels ears laid flat against his head and he scowled slightly, at both of Mary's questions. While he loved his sister, sometimes just sometimes she cared too much and pushed too far by accidentally asking all the right things in all the wrong ways. “We have different relationships with the Father Mary, it's nothing important, not really. You simply get along better with him- You get along with everyone, it is a part of your charm, your light so to speak… I am… I'm just me however, the troublesome one, and to counteract that I lean on the more respectful side.”

“Yes but-” The bells of the cathedral rang out, cutting off Mary's sentence. She hung her head and walked over to the side of Michaels bed, placing a chaste and gentle kiss on his forehead right between his ears. “I must go to chapel now brother but I’ll be back again to visit whenever I can.”

With that Mary turned and walked away Michael sighed and collapsed against the pillows on his bed. He was all but exhausted and drained but he had to keep the facade up, at least while in the walls of the cathedral he needed to. There were very few places he could truly relax anymore. His thoughts began to wander and a ghost of a smile slipped onto his face. But with Kain, with Kain he felt almost normal again.

Michael let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hands through his hair and then covered his face as a light blush rose up his cheeks. “Ah damn it all- To the gods above and the hells below damn it all.”

“I can’t… I can’t like him can I? No, that's not supposed to happen… I live in church for gods sake, I'm not supposed to catch feelings for a boy. What would Mary think…What would Father Craven do if he found out… Gods above…”

He sighed once more and laid back, staring at the ceiling and fiddled with the apology note Kain had given him that was still in his pocket. “I like a guy… maybe… but what if it's all just me- His dad did like me though…” His blush deepened ever so slightly. “I feel like I can breathe around him though, I don't feel as dark as I do here… Gods above I hate this.”

Michael sighed again and closed his eyes, taking the chance to relax and eventually he drifted off to sleep once more. He had a dreamless sleep and Mary sat by his side for what time she could until the sun began to set on the day once more. He slept and healed for a full two days, Mary worrying by his bed side in the moments she could spare. Keir even stopped by, just once, his eyes were guilt heavy- they always were in moments like this but that never caused him to change his behaviour.

Eventually when Michael woke up again it’d been nearly four days, his wounds were not fully healed just yet but the aches and pains were almost gone. So with his back still wrapped in bandages, only slightly blood stained, he managed to pull on his shirt and robes and then hobbled back to his room sticking to the shadows and using what energy he had to pull the shadows closer around him.

Once Michael made it back to his room he slid down his door, the tears fell down his face- quietly but fiercely. He sat and cried, his knees pulled up to his chest for what seemed to be hours but was no more than 10 minutes before he gathered himself together once again still occasionally sniffling and changed into a pair of pyjamas and settled at his desk.

Kain. He’d write to Kain. Would that help? No? Maybe? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that Kain would be a good distraction instead of focusing on his pain. His sister was right about something, he needed to stop isolating, but he couldn't talk with her. He couldn’t break her spirits, not like that. Not like opening up to her would do.

And so he wrote. He wrote until he was out of words and his hand cramped- with several crumpled pages of words scattered across the floor, he continued to write until the words flowed perfectly. The writing swirled and was ever so elegant. He reread the words he wrote, blushing over them slightly, he sounded like a love sick pup who was too educated for his own good. Yet the writing helped him focus, it helped him distract himself from the pain he felt and the fact that he knew he'd have more scars to hide.

As he finished his letter he folded it into thirds and sealed it with a wax stamp and tied a small bow made out of twine around it. After that was finished he placed it into a drawer of his desk and then leaned back in his chair, with the distraction of writing no longer on his mind his thoughts grew darker and the shadows in his room twisted.

He started writing again only this time the words weren't sweet and his strokes were heavy handed. His anger flowed out as he wrote his time, and with each work, each mark of the ink the shadows around him grew until his eyes began to match and became a shadowy black, if you looked at an angle you could have sworn they were smoking.

His anger was almost blinding as he wrote about all the hurt he'd been through his entire life, it was dark and dangerous and he was dark and dangerous in this moment and that energy was radiating out even past his room. Slowly everyone nearby was beginning to feel it.

Yet Mary, the every joy filled and optimistic sister she was, walked right through those dark feelings and knocked on Michaels door. “Brother? I heard you had gotten released from the med bay today! May I enter?”

The stark contrast of Mary's voice and her voice compared to Michaels dark thoughts at the moment. The shadows around him flickered, his eyes stopped hazing out of a smokey form and his focus slowly came to again. “...Mary?” He collected his thoughts again moment by moment and soon he was the Michael the public knew- The Michael Mary knew. He took a breath and then shook his head, quickly throwing on a sweater. “Come on in Mary, I’m fine, just writing.”

At the allowance Mary walked through the door and the door that was once, just moments ago dark and dreary, lit up like on a spring morning.

“Michael!” Mary bound through the door a wide smile on her face and her tail wagging, pulling him in for a tight hug, not noticing the slight flinch the action caused in Michael. “Gods above Michael, you were found favoured upon to get well so quickly. How are you feeling, do you need anything? When can you be expected in your duties again, I have missed worshipping alongside you.”

Michael returned the hug, careful of his still healing wounds, but careful to not bring awareness of his pain to Mary and then pulled back and leaned into his chair. “I'm feeling alright Mary, thank you, I just needed a few days rest and after a night or so in my own bed I shall be back to my duties around the Cathedral not to worry yourself sister. “

“Oh! That's wondrous news brother! I cannot wait to kneel in prayer with you in the chapel again. It's been such a lonely week with you stuck in the nurse's office and now confined to your room. And what of Father Keir? Was he as understanding as I believed he’d be when you’d explained yourself, must you face any punishment on that end?”

Michael hummed softled and then began to clean up his desk to avoid looking towards his sister. “You were right, as you usually are Mary, Father craven took my words in stride and simply told me to be more aware of my actions and that I still have much to learn in how to act, that I still have much growing to do.”

Mary beamed and then clapped her hands happily. “I just knew it! Oh I just love it when everything works out perfectly. I shall see you at dinner, yes? Or would you rather something be brought to you?”

“I’ll be there, calm down Mary, I understand you've missed me but you don't need to worry anymore. I'm awake and I'm fine.”

“Fantastic! I’ll see you at dinner then… And yes I know I worry, but you're my brother I have to worry about you, you do the same and we both know it.” And with a playful ruffle of Michaels hair Mary headed out the door, leaving it open, and leaving him to his own devices once more.

[phoenixyfriend]

Aside from the obvious angst implications, the Sky-Widow Clones AU also offers up a new batch of potential Off Duty Clone Shenanigans, this time with bonus little sisters all running off the same core values and logic of Anakin “I’ll try spinning, that’s a good trick” Skywalker. No amount of mental conditioning is gonna erase that part of them completely, though the chips probably eventually will.

IDK how much of this you've seen of the AU but there's quite a bit of shenanigans:

- Context: Skysisters AU - List of Aniclones with attributes - Shipping and the Beginning of the End - The Adventures of Jinn and Kebi (and Korkie) - bulletpoint thoughts - (chrono)

But here's a few more ideas:

A lot of the first gen clones (the CCs, Rex, etc.) are more protective than actually engaging in the shenanigans, because the younger field Aniclones (not the CG Aniclones) hit the "Oh no, padawans, must protect," buttons.

However! Shinies that join once the girls have hit their stride, and the Shiny Fetts are in the same age grouping as the active Aniclones? They absolutely have a blast.

212th shinies know that Addie's always trying to be more like Obi-Wan and Cody, and so I like the idea that some of them do Study Games with her, which isn't quite the shenanigans you're suggesting, I think, but I'm a fan.

A lot of the Aniclones are the kind of Jedi kid that like to use time off to do acrobatic tricks for the heck of it, and so it's not uncommon to see a drags the clones into doing cupies and double cartwheels with her.

Jinn and Kebi are raising hell and they dragged Korkie, and eventually some deserter clones, into it with them.

Tilly (Pest) shows up to the Corrie barracks with Fun Drinks of the sugary kind, and baked goods, on the regular. Most clones don't like booze but they do like sugar rushes, and this leads to its own kind of chaos.

Despite being a mother Hen, Henrietta is 100% team "let's build a trebuchet on our off time and see how far you can throw me and Boba with it, I'll catch us with the Force and you can aim for the water, it'll be fine"

Some of Ducky's training includes floating a bunch of rocks for the Shinies to jump from one to the next like this.

The Shinies in Fritz's battalion get magnetized shoes so they can cling to the hull of her ship as she flips them around in circles (they're all wearing jetpacks, Feemor, it's fine!).

Stella and her crew get jealous and do the same thing but better because screw you, Fritz! This is now a competition!

Talas has an entire army of younglings so there's that. - I think this leads to small but intense baking competitions where everyone asks Talas, 99, and Alpha to judge their creations. - They'd ask Master Ti but she's a Togruta and her taste buds don't agree with a human's. 😔

Pixie got a sewing machine, and Siri gives her pocket money for fabric, and Pixie is making this everyone's problem. The clones in their legion sport handmade accessories that are slowly getting more complex as she gets better at this. The initial products are very funky.

Lamb, in complement, learned to knit because SHEEP.

Lyra has a SpaceTube channel and the more musically-inclined clones in her legion are in on it.

Rocker finds out about Space Roller Derby and set up some games of it with the Fett clones in her legion

Digit has an inexplicable rivalry with Cad Bane over something. Nobody can figure out what it's about but it sure is happening.

For some reason... I feel like Nightshade has insomnia and an unexpected result of this is that she got into aerial silks as a hobby and the late shift Fetts like to hang around and try it out when she's figuring it out.

BAUL likes to do pin-up art. Much sketching. The Fett clones high five her over it.

Harpy has the codes to Riyo's office. She has permission to stop by. She does not have to climb the outside wall in her pencil skirt and kitten heels and knock on the window for access. Guess what she does anyway.

Mauve tries so hard to be calm and collected and like her padawan sister but this girl cannot back down from a dare.

I think Teddie has like. A hat collection. This isn't really a shenanigan, I just think she'd like having a variety of novelty hats. Like the ones that have cat ears or the long mitten attachments.

Aimée introduces the Fett clones in her immediate friendship group to underground fight rings.

I think when Ginger has a day off, she dresses up as a Harpy or Belle and wanders around the Senate to confuse people and also collect gossip.

Krayt has pocket sand specifically to throw at Anakin.

Haunter and Slinky cause multiple games of "Bell the Cat" and none of them ever succeed.

I tagged in @willowcrowned for help because she shares this AU and she had some gems:

Robin discovers Jests and Japes from Yoda and proceeds to disseminate this information amongst the skysisters. Unfortunately, Robin doesn’t have a great idea of what pranks actually entail beyond ‘spray paint something that shouldn’t be spray painted’ or ‘bedazzle someone’s robes without their permission,’ which means that every one of the Skysisters then proceeds to do those two things. Multiple Jedi generals wake up with sparkling boots and walls painted a vibrant purple. The CTs helped.

Jinn and Kebi stumble upon a world that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan visited that miraculously doesn’t have a problem with them and proceed to read all the records of their involvement there. This is followed by some soul searching as they decide that maybe this diplomacy thing has some merits. Korkie sighs in relief. Six days later, when he discovers that by “diplomacy” they mean “veiled threats” and “blatant lying” he is less relieved. Unbeknownst to any of them, Jinn and Kebi are carrying on the Jinn and Kenobi legacy perfectly

Belle is widely regarded to be the best-behaved of all the Skysisters because of her poise and grace and affiliation with Amidala. This makes no sense to anyone who actually knows Amidala, because Amidala is crazy. So is Belle, who has a habit of hunting down would-be assassins herself and clapping them in handcuffs before they even realize she’s there. This ends up getting her a bounty on the lower levels, which seems great for the bounty hunters who take it because hey, she’s just a clone. Then they realize hey, she’s a clone, and most of them don’t chance bringing in the wrong one. (One does attempt to get Pest. He does not survive.)