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mochinomnoms · 2 years ago

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I love your idea for Hanahaki! Like you said, it's always so tragic and dramatic and angsty (and who am I kidding, I'll keep reading it), but your take on it is so refreshing!

For the event, can I request Ruggie with 15, Trey with 1, and Jade with 18? Romantic; fluff and/or suggestive, please?

And if I completely misunderstood how to request properly, I'm terribly sorry. 😬

So excited to see more of your work!

part 2: jade leech x gn!reader ruggie bucchi (15); trey clover (1) [separate] x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, suggestive [wc} – 2,500+ each prompt 15: “Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?” prompt 1: “Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?” note - both ruggie and trey got real long, so i will post jade's snippet separately later! a floral inconvenience

Dahlias – In pre-Colombian Mexico and Guatemala, wild-growing dahlias and their tubers were seen as a food source.

Ruggie has been absolutely miserable for the past week, as one would be when they have mysterious large, red flowers sprouting out from their mouth and head. It also didn’t help that all the other second-years, especially the twins, were giving him a hard time.

“Hey, hey Jade! You know plants.” Floyd was currently picking at the flower that Ruggie just spit out, undeterred by the spit on it.

“I bet we can figure out who Sharksucker likes if we figure out what flower he’s spittin’ out. What kind is it?

Jade leaned down to study the intense red, ray-like petals, poking at the central disk of yellow florets in the middle. Ruggie was NOT a fan of how interested Jade was, attempting to lean out of the twins’ grasp.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I certainly haven’t seen it on any of my hiking expeditions or in the botanical gardens.”

Ruggie yelped as Jade plucked a flower from a particularly sensitive spot behind his right ear.

“Ow! Watch it man!”

Rubbing his ear, Ruggie glared at Jade, who was still looking curiously at the flower bringing his arm down for Azul who also seemed eager to identify the flower.

“I certainly don’t recognize it either, looking up similar flora, there aren’t any that are quite the same as this one.”

Ruggie could just make out under Azul’s breath, “Imagine all the money we could make if we say we discovered a new flower!”

He scoffed at Azul, rubbing his eyes from mental exhaustion. The twins and Azul weren’t the only ones interested in his hanahaki.

“It’s a really pretty flower, Jamil! Do you think we have any like it in the gardens back home?” Kalim eagerly asked, trying his best to lean in without disturbing Silver, who’d fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“Hmm, no I don’t think so.” Jamil looked mildly interested, holding a hand to his chin. “The Asim gardens have a variety of exotic and rare flora, so the fact that we don’t recognize this one is certainly interesting.”

Jade chuckled, “So, it would be easy to narrow down the person of Ruggie’s affections, yes.”

“Why are you all suddenly so interested in my love life?”

“Why, we’re being benevolent, of course!” Azul replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yea Sharksucker, it must be reeeeal annoying to puke up flowers all the time. Besides—” Floyd gave a nasally laugh as Jade continued his sentence.

“—wouldn’t it be nice to have some assistance getting rid of his annoying sickness? After all, with your background, you’re not the most eligible bachelor around.”

“Okay, first of all fuck you—” Ruggie jabbed a fork in his direction.

“Not interested, but thank you.”

“Second of all—ew no, gross—second of all, you guys aren’t exactly the most pinned for guys, even with your family money.”

Riddle let out a laugh, nodding in agreement. “Certainly, no price in the world could make up for your personalities.”

“Aww, come on Goldfishie.” Floyd pouted. “You don’ wanna go out with me? Why? I don’t meet your mama’s standard?”

“Why you—”

“Hey guys!”

A chipper voice interrupted a reddening Riddle, who looked like he was ready to launch himself over the table to strangle Floyd. Ruggie perked up to look at you and Grim perched on your shoulder, carrying a lunch tray with some coffee, a bowl of oatmeal, and a singular powdered donut.

Adjusting the tray in your hands, you let Grim jump off onto the table as you sat. You grabbed the donut with your freed hand and reached your arm out to Ruggie.

“Hey, I got you a donut, powdered’s your favorite right?”

Oh. Oooooh powdered was indeed his favorite. So were you. By the Seven, he thinks that you’d be his favorite snack. You were so cute. Your lips looked soft, plush. He wondered if you took a bite out of the donut if the first thing he’d taste was you or the sugar.

Opening his mouth to reply, Ruggie found himself instead choking, a tickling sensation developing in the pit of his stomach and growing up his throat to his mouth. He gagged as various shades of bright red blooms fell out of his mouth and onto the table. Specifically, onto your tray as you sat directly across from him.

Ruggie could make out the stifling laughter of his peers . He internally groaned, looking at your tray, now covered in red flowers. Riddle tapped his shoulder, offering him a cup of warm tea.

“Here, it should help soothe your throat.”

Taking the cup, he started drinking what he thought was honey lemon tea, soothing his throat.

Across the table from him, you let out a soft cough, drawing his and the other’s attention.

“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”

The tea went down the wrong pipe. Ruggie started choking, Kalim frantically reaching over to pat his back.

“Oh? Does the Little Shrimpy know this flower?” Floyd asked, he and his brother slithering over to sit on either side of you. Their eyes met briefly, then at Ruggie, both giving him a knowing grin.

“Dahlias? Yeah! They’re my favorite!” you answered, blissfully unaware of the predicament they’d just put him in.

Ruggie wished he could be just as carefree.

The other five slowly turned their heads to stare at Ruggie, each looking especially gleeful and teasing.

“You don’t say?” Jamil drawled, smirking at Ruggie, whose state of mind was rapidly deteriorating. “We’ve never heard of it.”

You looked at Jamil in surprise. “Wait really?”

“Yes, these, dahlias you called them? They’re not from Twisted Wonderland.” Riddle had a mischievous smile, tipping the end of Ruggie’s cup before he could interject, making him choke on the tea again.

“Aw really? That kinda sucks.” you pouted, twirling one of the loose flowers in your hand. “I love them, fun fact, did you know you can eat both the flower and the tuber?”

Ruggie would never admit it out loud, but your cute, excitable grin makes him feel all warm and giddy inside. He’d even give you his grandma’s homemade donuts if he got to see more of it.

By the Seven, he’d give you his donuts. He really had it bad.

“Really? How fascinating! Isn't it Ruggie?” Jade asked, giving a closed mouth smile. The tone of his voice made it clear though, he and the others figured out you were the root cause of his hanahaki.

Ruggle got up abruptly, snatching the donut from your hand (why miss out on free food?) and the breakfast sandwich he’d gotten for Leona.

“I gotta go take Leona’s breakfast to him, I’ll see you guys later—”

“Wait, Ruggie!” Kalim cries out, startling Silver awake. “But the Prefect knows the flowers—”

“WOW I GOTTA GO! BYE GUYS SEE YOU LATER!”

Ruggie rushed out of the cafeteria, red petals flying behind him as he ran. The remaining 8 at the table stared after him, you in particular looking confused.

“Is he okay?” You asked, looking confused and disappointed. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, perhaps we went a bit too far…” Jamil muttered.

Riddle sighed as he nodded in agreement, “Yes. Don’t worry yourself about it Prefect, we were discussing something else, you didn’t say anything wrong.”

You hummed as you cleared off your tray of dahlias, taking small bites of your oatmeal.

“Why’s he puking flowers?”

The group stayed silent, sharing knowing looks with each other. The twins and Azul in particular were smirking, while Kalim perked up.

“Oh he has hanahaki, it’s like a love sickness.” Kalim blissfully replied, Jamil pinching his nose and sighing heavily.

“Love…sickness?”

Riddle placed a hand on Kalim’s shoulder, giving him a stern look. “We had our fun earlier, but it’s not our business to share his medical information with anyone.”

He turned his gaze to you, making you shrink in on yourself. “It would be best to ask him yourself, Prefect.”

Floyd tsked. “Aww, that’s no fun! Don’t you wanna help Sharksucker? You do, dontcha Shrimpy?”

The twins leaned into your ears, like an angel and devil on your shoulder if the angel was just a devil with a halo and wings taped on.

“Why, you care for Ruggie, don’t you dear Prefect?” Jade cooed, chucking at your pink cheeks.

“Hehehe, of course they too, look at their blush!” Floyd giggled, poking at your right cheek. “Little Shrimpy isn’t a shrimp for nothin’!”

“And after all, only you can help him!” Azul came up behind you, startling you as he placed his hands on your shoulder.

The trio chuckled, coercing you to listen to their honeyed words, feeding on your soft spot for the hyena beastman.

Riddle shared a look with Jamil before sighing and walking off. Jamil followed suit, grabbing Kalim by the arm to drag him away before he too, inevitably, got involved in their scheme. Silver, now that he was bright and alert, similarly left, nodding at you.

Here you were, alone amongst the “benevolent” Octavinelle trio, now regretting waking up early to get breakfast instead of just sleeping in.

Ruggie had been leaving trails of dahlias behind him all day, getting on the ghost janitors’ ire and lectured by Crewel specifically.

“Loose flowers in a lab is the perfect example of a hazard to lab safety! Have you not gone to the nurse to get this taken care of?!”

He hadn’t had a fit since seeing you this morning, luckily. He had noticed you in the hallways in between classes though. Everytime your eyes met his own, you’d flush and rush away.

“Ugh, one of the guys must’ve told them.” Ruggie groaned, slumped over as he walked over to the kitchens, feet aching from running around his shift at Sam’s and now Mostro Lounge.

Azul had asked him to collect some perishable items that he’d purchased from a supplier, having it delivered to the school’s walk-in fridge until he could have someone pick it up.

Jade and Floyd were supposed to be there, ready to help, but they were nowhere to be found. Ruggie shrugged, walking into the kitchen and heading to the fridge before he felt himself get yanked by his collar.

“Hahahehehe! Be sure to thank us later, Sharksucker!”

“Fuhuhu~ Indeed Ruggie, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it later.”

“Oof! Hey!” Ruggie stumbled into the pantry, landing on something soft. “What the-Jade, Floyd this isn’t funny—”

“Mmph!” The floor beneath him started wiggling and groaning, startling Ruggie. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark, his hyena genes serving him well as he yelped, looking down.

A white cloth was tied around your mouth while your hands and feet were bound by what looked like Floyd’s scarf. Ruggie’s ears and dahlias drooped down as he saw that your cheeks were covered in tear tracks.

"Mmmphie! Mmmphie! Mmmph mmph mmph!" came out from behind the tightly-bound cloth.

“W-what? FLOYD! JADE! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!” He could hear the twins’ laughter from outside the door. Ruggie started pounding on the door with his fist, growling before freezing, hearing your muffled crying.

The hyena scrambled to turn on the light switch before returning back to your curled up form, gingerly untying the bound on your mouth.

“R-r-ruggie!!” You bawled out, fresh new tears spilling out of your eyes as he undid the knot on your hands, then feet.

“Hey, hey it’s alright Prefect, Y/N? I’m here—AH!” He yelped as you launched yourself in his arms, landing on his back, red petals flying . He stiffened as you shoved your head into the nook of his neck, hiccuping as you began babbling.

“I’m sorry Ruggie!!!” Softly glowing dahlias started popping up from between his ears and vines growing down his arms as he spat out petals.

“What’re you talking about? This isn’t your fault—”

“But it is! Azul and them said you were sick and that it was my faaaaault!” He froze, pulling you away to look at your teary eyes and snotty face.

Gods you looked terrible. Red-faced, puffy eyes, and pout made you look like an ugly crier, not doing you any justice. Ruggie couldn’t help the squeeze in his heart as you reached back out to clutch onto him again. You were the cutest ugly crier he’d ever seen.

“What? What do you mean—”

“They said that my crush on you’s been making you puke the flowers!” Ruggie’s ears perked up, and despite the growing blush and the resembling dahlias, he let you continue.

“Your crush?”

“My crush!!! It’s making you sick, a-and that I needed to confess to make it go away but-but-but-” You wailed, Ruggie allowing you to shove your head into his chest.

“I was embarrassed! Then Floyd got mad a-at me and he and Jade tied me up and threw me in here.”

Ruggie hummed in response. It made sense now why Azul specifically asked him to collect the produce from the kitchen, instead of letting him manage the floor like usual.

“They said I was ’ppose to be a present. I’m sorry Ruggie, I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”

He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of your head affectionately.

“Nah, it’s not your fault entirely.” He tilted your chin to look up at him. “You are the reason I got the flowers, but not cause of your crush though.”

You made a questioning noise, blinking curiously at him. You looked like one of the kids back home after throwing a tantrum.

“Shyehehehe! They didn’t say what the flowers ‘re from?” Ruggie laughed as you pouted, pinching his cheek.”

“What do you mean? Is it still my fault? And I basically just confessed! I’m crying in a closet, just confessed and you’re laughing at me!”

Ruggie’s laughter died down as he grabbed your hand, moving it to cradle his cheek instead. His ears perked up as he heard your soft gasp, his eyes meeting yours, blown wide.

His tail wagged, despite himself. “It’s cause I like ya, Prefect. I like ya so much that it makes my stomach ache and flowers sprout from all over. I gotta hand it to ya, for a cute little herbivore, you sure got your teeth dug right into my heart.”

You scoffed, using your other arm to wipe your face clean.

“The dahlias make sense now…did you at least try eating them?”

He let out a barking laugh, followed by your giggling. “I thought about it! I spat out enough of them that I got sick of the taste, besides…”

Ruggie could hear the rustling of his tail under his clothes as he wrapped an arm around your waist, grinning wider at the gasp that left your mouth as he yanked you onto his lap.

He pressed you against him until your bodies were flushed against one another. Heat pooled in the pit of his stomach as he gazed up to your flustered face. Ruggie nuzzled his head into your chest, feeling your rapidly speeding heartbeat.

“Ruggie…” You tangled your hands through his hair, making him groan as you gently pulled his head back and rubbed the backs of his ears.

You leaned down to graze your lips over his, giving Ruggie a heady whine as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“Shyehehe~ You’re awfully clingy for a poor little hyena like me, you sure I meet your standards?”

Despite his attempt at humor, Ruggie was sure that you could hear the apprehensive tone in his voice, your eyes softening.

Instead of pointing his insecurity out, you answered his question with a deep, open-mouth kiss. He groaned into your mouth, returning your kiss with desperation, as if you’d disappear in his grasp.

Ruggie’s hands wandered along your sides, slipping underneath your shirt and tracing your spine, causing you to shiver in delight. You pulled away from his lips, causing him to let out a displeased growl before shifting into something closer to a purr as you left wet kisses along his neck.

Feeling your teeth softly dig themselves into the crook of his neck and chest, Ruggie rolled his hips into yours, delighting in the moan that left you.

Just as you started suckling, no doubt leaving a mark, his world turned upside down as he suddenly fell backwards onto the ground of the college kitchen.

“Ow, shit!” Ruggie winced as the back of his head smacked into the hard tile flooring, you splayed over his body.

“What is wrong with you two? When I said get them into a room together, I didn’t mean—oh my!” Azul squeaked, glasses skewed as he saw the two of you. Ruggie developing a dark red hickey and you with your shirt nearly half off.

“Aw, see it worked out!” Floyd chirped, delighted at the turn of events.

Jade chuckled, taking his phone out to quickly snap a photo.

“W-what, hey! Don’t go taking pictures!” Ruggie cried out as the both of you scrambled to get up and tidy yourselves.

Jade smiled innocently. “Oh? Don’t worry, I’ll only share it with the other second years, just to win a bet.”

Ruggie narrowed his eyes at Jade. “Alright but how much did ya bet? You’re gonna split it with me right—”

The four men winced at your shrill shriek.

“RUGGIE?! NO!”

Zinnia – A purple zinnia flower symbolizes spiritual exaltation and honoring the divine. It also symbolizes love on a soul mate level.

Pink cosmos – In the Victorian era, cosmos flowers symbolized joy in love and in life. Dark pinks ones should be given to a romantic interest.

The latest unbirthday planning was going well. Since spring had just arrived, it was tradition for the first spring unbirthday party to have the desserts be made with the seasonal harvest. Riddle was especially happy to hear that Trey would be making strawberry and apricot tarts for this party.

Trey was especially excited to try his hand at his mother’s sugared lavender cupcakes, a family recipe that she insisted on keeping out of his hands until he guaranteed her an in-law.

Luckily he’d managed to convince her by telling her that the cupcakes might help him dazzle a certain someone. She was quick to mail him the original copy with the promise of a visitor during the next break.

Now if only he could find the recipe card.

“Hmm, I thought I brought it down from my room…hey Cater?”

“Yeah Trey?” Cater answered in a sing-song voice.

“I can’t find my mom’s recipe card.” Trey groaned as he rubbed his face. “She’ll kill me if I lose it, can you go to my room to check if I left it on my desk?”

Cater winked and gave him a finger gun. “Sure thing Trey! Cay-Cay in on the case! Brb!”

Trey nodded as Cater left the kitchen, now focusing on preparing the jam and frosting for the strawberry-lemon cake, which was cooling on the counter. He was so focused on making the jam and whisking the cream cheese frosting, he failed to notice a certain someone sneaking up behind him.

“Boo!”

Trey hummed, looking over his shoulder to look down at you with your arms out and teeth bared. “Oh, hey Y/N, you’re here early.”

“Aw booooooo! You were supposed to get scared!” You pouted at the taller man, pulling at his arm as he laughed at your little tantrum.

“Haha, scared? Of you? Hardly.” Trey winced and held his arms up in defense, still laughing as you started to pound on his arms and back.

“Ow, ow! Okay I concede!” He grabbed your hands, holding them over your head as he leaned down towards your face, smirking.

Trey hovered his face over yours, enjoying your pouty blush. With a teasing lilt, he cooed, “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. Or else you won’t get a treat later~”

“Hmph, maybe I’ll just steal some later. What are you gonna do? Punish me?” You replied in an equally teasing tone, stepping on your tiptoes, making yourself just talk enough to brush your nose against his.

“Mmm, don’t tempt me, I just might—”

“Hey Trey I found your—whoa! What did I just walk into?”

The two of you rapidly distanced yourselves from each other, Trey nearly knocking over the bowl of jam and you tripping into the table chair.

Both of you answered Cater with a louder than needed, “Nothing!” as your faces turned the same shade as the strawberries he was baking with.

“Riiiiight, uh, Trey I got your mom’s recipe card!” The ginger looked between you two with an absolute ecstatic grin, making eye contact with Trey and wiggling his eyebrows.

“I can come back though, if you two need a moment—”

You interrupted, “No, it’s fine. I promised Ace and Deuce I’d help paint the roses.”

Trey looked at you wistfully as you tidied yourself, pulling out a bouquet of dark-pink cosmos from your bag.

“Here, you like these right? I thought you could use them to decorate the cake ‘n stuff.”

Trey smiled and accepted the bouquet of admittedly stunning cosmos, ignoring Cater’s open mouth smile and silent squealing.

“Thanks, I’m sure they’ll go great with the cake, I’ll see you later.”

His eyes wandered up and down your body as you left the kitchen, waving your fingers as you gave a playful “Bye~”

Trey replied with his own enamored “bye” as he waved after you, a lovesick grin on his face as he watched you leave.

Eyes still on the doorway you left through, it took a few moments and Cater waving his hand in front of his face to get his attention back.

“Helloooo? Wonderland to Trey~” Cater sang, snapping his fingers in Trey’s face. “You’re a lil out of it, got something juicy you wanna share with me? Come on! Give Cay-Cay the deets!”

Trey rolled his eyes, swiping the recipe card from his friend’s hands.

“There’s no ‘deets’ for Cay-Cay to know, not if he wants me to make him a spicy fruit cocktail for today.”

Cater hummed as he watched Trey resume building the strawberry-lemon cake, gesturing for him to grab stuff from the pantry.

“Now, help me grab the lavender from the pantry, and get some more flour, I’ll need it for the cupcakes.”

“Sure! Speaking of flowers…” Cater leaned over to whisper into Trey’s ear, “why’s your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”

Cater let out an uncharacteristically giddy cackle as he watched Trey drop the clean bowl he’d grabbed, whipping around to stare at him with wide eyes.

“You saw those?”

“Yeah, zinnias right?” Cater called out as he collected the items Trey requested. “Little Y/N’s favorite~ You want to tell me where you got so many?”

“Uh, the botanical gardens, where else?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, the gardens.” sneaking up from behind him, Cater plucked a light purple colored flower from the back of Trey’s neck, who hissed at the sudden prick.

“Not from hanahaki popping up on your body, tooootallyyy!”

Trey groaned out loud, attempting to look behind him for any other blooms. “Damn it, I thought I got rid of them. Are there more I can’t see?”

“Nah, you’re fine.” Cater waved him off, looking around the hard-to-reach places for his friend. “It was just the one.”

Trey sighed in relief, thanking Cater as he placed the bag of lavender petals in his hand, “Good, it was a pain to get them out of my hair, let alone my mouth. They’re really bitter you know?”

“O-M-G, Treeeeey!” Cater gasped, throwing himself against his friend. “That’s, like, a supes easy fix! Just confess, you already have the flowers to give!”

“Ha, I know, I plan to later.”

“Plus, with the way you two were allover each other earlier, there’s no way they won’t say yes—OMGWAITWHAT!”

Cater shook Trey by his shoulders, while the latter attempted to steady the bowl of dry ingredients in his hand, guarding it with a vigor akin to a knight and their liege.

“OMGNOWAYWHENHOWAREYOUGONNADOITINFRONTOFEVERYONEAREYOUGONNADOITINPRIVATECANIRECORDCANIPOSTITTREYTREYTREYTREYTREY—”

Trey smacked his free hand on Cater’s mouth, effectively silencing him minus a few muffled sounds. He breathed out a heavy and deep sigh before slowly replying to Cater.

“If I take my hand off your mouth, will you quiet down?”

Cater gave an enthusiastic nod, eyes twinkling. Trey could feel the grin against his hand, and reluctantly and slowly removed his hand.

“...So when did you find out? When did you decide to confess?!” The ginger asked giddily, watching as Trey resumed his task at hand, preparing the ingredients for the lavender cupcakes.

“A week ago, I overheard Ace and Deuce talking about the Prefect coughing up a bunch of pink cosmos, they were arguing over what tea would help with their symptoms.”

Cater made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth, pointing at the cosmos you’d given to Trey earlier, placed carefully on the counter.

“You mean—”

“Mm-hm, those are probably their hanahaki, grew up with those in my mom’s garden, she used them as garnishes on cakes, especially wedding ones.”

Trey smiled fondly as he reached to grab one of the small flowers, rubbing the soft petals between his fingers. “A bit after that I started to find zinnias in my bed, coughing them up and everything. I think the nurse probably put two and two together after I went to see her.”

He shrugged as he grabbed his mother’s recipe card, twirling it in his fingers.

“I figured, why wait? Mom always said that it was these cupcakes that snatched Dad up, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at them plus she wouldn’t pass down this recipe without a partner in the picture.”

“Oh, Trey!” Cater clasped his hands together as he squealed, “You want help? I get some of the froshies to finish up the tarts and cake, so you can focus on those! Like, don’t even worry about it boo!”

Cater winked gave Trey a half-arm hug. “I’ll make sure they follow instructions to a T! All I ask for in exchange is the exclusive right to snap the first pic of the brand-new school couple, capiche?”

True to his word, Cater was quick to round up a handful of freshmen who he’d found goofing off instead of painting roses. They were more than happy to take over Trey’s baking, after he gave them strict rules and a talking too on what to do, in order to not be snitched off to Riddle.

Thankfully, the cupcakes weren’t difficult to make, what with his experience in the kitchen. He’d cut the recipe down by half so that he’d only make four, medium sized cupcakes. In fact, the most difficult part was making sure that he ground up enough lavender to turn the glaze a soft purple, which complemented the zinnias he’d placed in the small basket. Using the plush flowers as a cushion, he placed the blooms of your cosmos in between the gaps, creating a beautiful, pink and purple presentation.

He was sure you’d love it, carefully hiding the wicker basket, covered by a white tablecloth, underneath the table.

Later, Trey smiled as he looked around at the dorm members enjoying the party. His cake was a big hit, and Riddle in particular was enjoying the flower themed desserts, specially the daisy-shaped fruit tarts.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time Trey!” Riddle praised him, “It seems that everyone has particularly enjoyed the sweets this time around. Well done, I’d expect nothing less!

Trey chuckled bashfully, rubbing the back of his head. “Thanks Riddle, be sure to praise the freshmen too, that group over there helped out a lot as well.”

Riddle nodded, his mood in high-spirits as he walked over to the group Trey gestured to. Trey raised his head to look over the crowd of red, white, and black for Cater, who was currently adjusting his slice of cake for the perfect angle.

Grim was also with him, hungrily waiting for Cater to give him the okay to make the sacrifice of scarfing down the sweet dessert. Perfect.

Trey briskly walked over to him, basket in hand, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Cater perked up and nodded before calling out.

“Hey Acey, Deucey! Com ‘ere real quick, Cay-Cay needs ya for a super-duper important task!”

The pair perked up mid-conversation with you, nodding at you and rushing over to Cater per his request. Trey walked over to you, though he could make out Cater asking the duo for assistance with a Magicam post.

“Hey, Y/N.” You smiled up at him as he approached, wiping the tart crumbs from the corner of your mouth. Trey had the impulsive to lean down and lick the mess off of you himself, though he shook it away.

“Hey, what’s up Trey!” You clasped your hands behind you, rocking back and forth on your heels, unaware of the petals. “You did great with the desserts, I noticed you didn’t use the flowers I gave you on the cake though…are they not edible?”

“About that…I actually wanted to show you something else I did with the flowers,” Trey held his hand out to you soft smile growing bigger as you laced your fingers through his.

Trey led you to an isolated corner of the rose maze, stiffening slightly as you wrapped your arm around his, relaxing as you leaned in. The small basket was being carefully guarded against his right side, being carefully cradled like a precious stone in a gold necklace.

The two of you remained in a comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence like an old, aging married couple on a stroll. The image made him smile.

I wasn’t but a few minutes later that you’d arrived at a secluded white gazebo, roses and vines crawling up the sides. It was just far enough away that the sound of laughter and chatter from the party was but a faint white noise, giving Trey the perfect ambiance needed for his plan.

“Take a seat right there, I got something for you.” Trey gestured to the stone bench, a fitting heart-shaped backrest further setting the mood.

“Oh? Alright.” You took a seat, still looking up at him with a curious expression. “Is it something in the basket?”

He let out a soft chuckle, “Why don’t you close your eyes and let me surprise you?”

You squint your eyes in suspicion, scoffing as you obey.

“Fine, if I get another spoonful of vanilla extract though—”

Trey barked out a laugh. “I told you it was bitter! Now keep those eyes closed.”

“It smells sweet! It’s made of vanilla!” You huffed, flinching and then relaxing as you felt him place the basket on your lap. “That’s not the worst thing even, I’m still angry about the oyster sauce donuts!”

“Okay that one was your own fault, you saw me do the same thing with Ace and the chestnut tarts, remember? When we first met?”

You smiled fondly, as did Trey though you couldn’t see it. What Trey could see though were the cosmos blooming along your exposed nape. He let out a soft cough, spitting out a lilac zinnia.

“Hmm, yeah, I do.” He wiped his hands clean, gingerly placing the zinnia on the bench next to you, uncovering the basket and grabbing one of the still pristine cupcakes.

“Okay, here—” Trey took the sugared lavender stem and held it up to you mouth. “—open up and say ‘aah’~”

“Pfft—okay, aaaah~” Grinning, Trey placed the stem on your tongue and watched as you slowly chewed.

“Well? How’s that taste?”

You hummed. “It’s sweet, flowery…it tastes like the evening tea Riddle has before bed…soooo lavender?”

Trey hummed in affirmation. “That’s right, now take a bite of this.” He unfolded the wrapper off of the cupcake, holding it up as you took a small bite.

“Mmmh! Trey!” Your moan of delight caused a pleasurable shiver down his spine, less than pure thoughts filling his head. “It’s so good, it’s lavender too? Is it a cookie…no wait, a cupcake!”

“Heh, good guess, I have one last thing for you to taste, ‘kay?”

He watched as you eagerly nodded, mouth open for the next treat. Trey leaned down, hovering his lips over you own, noticing the light purple glaze still on your bottom lip.

Feeling his breath over your own, you stuttered out, “T-trey? What are you—mmph!”

Trey gently, but firmly pressed his lips to yours, licking the glaze and swiping his tongue along your lip as you opened up to let him in. Your hands reached to tug him by the lapel, returning his kiss with eagerness and tugging him closer and closer, gasps leaving both of your lips.

Still hands were now wandering, gliding up your thighs and along the curve of your back, deciding to settle on the backrest. Trey found himself leaning down to match your height, knee settled in between your thighs.

A beguiling groan rang from between your mouths, from who you didn’t know, then another as Trey’s tongue met your own. Then a gasp as you felt his hand hook underneath you as he lifted you to curl against his body, left hand still cradling and rubbing soothing circles at the small of your back.

Your back was so far arched, chest meeting chest, that you moved your hands from their steel grip on his lapels to instead wrap around his shoulder and neck as he dipped you further to feel your body press into his.

Trey licked your lower lip again, positive he could still taste the sweet lavender on your lip, causing you to whine as he instead took your lower lip between his teeth and tug. Breaking the kiss to observe your red face, gasping breaths, and half lidded eyes.

He has to say, of all the cakes, cookies, and pastries he’s made and tried over the years, you were by far the sweetest, and most divine treat he’s tasted. Trey decided that he needed another taste to confirm as he lips met yours for another passionate kiss.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #ruggie bucci x reader #trey clover x reader #twst ruggie #mochi requests #a floral inconvenience #twst trey #twst x reader #twst ruggie x reader #twst trey x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 22 days ago

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okay, hi! so.......i may or may not have been scrolling on your page before realising that you're responding to asks......

yh sorry idrk how to do transitions so here am I asking you, drumroll pls, whatre your thoughts on remus?? in canon and how the fandom treats him (lately? a bit questionable) bc I was never really that interested in him at all lmao! i thought the concept of his char was p cool but didn't do anything abt it bc I ALSO thought that a lot of the fan interrprestaions of his character were kind of boring/one dimensional :/// so it made it seem a little less enjoyable ti scroll through and try to find posts that I actually agreed with :( okay I'm yapping atp just tell me EVERYTHGIN you think abt him !!!!!!

hii !! SO many thoughts on remus okay i'll gooo kind of chronologically?

remus always seemed veryy overrated to me, like when i read the books the first time (eight nine ish) i thought he was nice and cool but even then the golden trio and sirius were just so much more interesting i just kind of instantly forgot about him ?? and i remember on pinterest and stuff so much stuff was focused on him even then which i never really got because he was so boring imo. cute ig but boring.

then i watched like. one movie and decided i hate them all. i'm pretty sure i've watched all of them through snippets, tiktoks, yt vids etc alone and they're all so shit, ESPECIALLY how they treated the marauders era. they added a lily and remus friendship which is just... not real to me ? it makes no sense. they made sirius stupid and dependent to make remus seem better. they made remus hot and stufff it was all just weird and i didn't like it at all. i know they were appealing to the wolfstar shippers and that kind of fandom-pleasing really ruined the movies for me, and anyway they just erased sirius' character (i was the number one sirius fan srry) and built up remus' a lot more. it was weird & ew.

then i joined the marauders fandom officially and the sirius bashing was weird and the fact that it was all done by remus was... gross. but i still really tried to like him and interacted with the mean alpha wolf remus stuff and made some friends on marauderstok.

and then i read atyd. which just ... showed the kind of characterizations people had and what they romanticized. the mr tell me a fucking secret scene. grant chapman. lyall and hope. azkaban. it was all just ... yeah.

(this isn't atyd hate btw this is how-people-treat-atyd hate !!!)

and i was still very much in the fandom, mainly for sirius, but you can't get sirius without wolfstar so i just dealt w that and started hatinggg remus so much because they've taken what was a sweet, shy, bullied kid and made him into this racist stereotype that was just fucking gross.

then i downloaded tumblr for the prongsfoot content, hated on marauders fanon for 428039 years, and then i started liking remus again !!

i think remus gives us a lot to work off of and a lot of the fandom can't wrap their head around a minority that isn't aggressive being called aggressive (discrimination) or a person facing problems due to how they're treated in society and not because of their family (discrimination) or just anything remus goes through at all? they just made him their pet project so he's gone from nice shy nerd to abusive boyfriend #29 and they stripped his actual problems away from him to give him impersonal daddy issues. another wonderful job done by the marauders fandom 😻

#guys am i that bad at answering asks #remus lupin #moth's own #dead gay wizards from the 70s #hp marauders #the marauders #marauders era #the marauders era #marauders #moth's asks #anti marauders fandom #anti fanon #marauderstok #anti marauderstok

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dootznbootz · 9 months ago

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As someone who is also really uncomfortable with the Zeus/Odysseus art trend, I completely understand where your coming from!

People’s treatment of Odysseus’s assaults in general makes me really upset. Just the other day I saw a comment on a post saying that “Odysseus wasn’t loyal to his wife yet expects her to be loyal to him” and not once in the replies did I see someone mention that he was literally assaulted. It’s absolutely gross and makes me hesitant to go deeper into the fandom.

I remember being so frustrated when the snippets of “There are Other Ways” came out because so many people were making Hamilton jokes and talking about how he always talks about his wife yet cheated. When in the song it was so clear he was being coerced which is yknow, not a form of consent. I couldn’t even listen to it because it made me so uncomfortable, and even now with the full version out the fandoms reaction to it overall have soured me to it. Which sucks, because I do think it’s a great song.

Also I don’t even think Epic completely erases Calypso’s assault? At least, I think it’s left ambiguous enough during the time jump that people can come to their own conclusions. Specifically when Calypso says “Soon into bed we’ll climb and spend our time” just really gives me the impression that something else happened.

I suppose in the snippets we’ve seen of “I’m Not Sorry For Loving You” it seems like Odysseus and Calypso are on slightly friendlier terms, but I don’t think that negates the fact she could’ve assaulted him. And I’ve always took that song as pretty manipulative on Calypso’s side, with Odysseus more so trying to placate her. But that’s going into theory territory.

And even if he isn’t SA’d in Epic it’s pretty clear he doesn’t want to be there!! Same with Homer’s Odyssey. It’s so infuriating to see the cheating narrative be so widely spread when that is just not what happened.

Anyway’s sorry for the long rant, but I wanted to say that it’s nice to see you take Odysseus’s SA seriously. It’s not something the fandom does enough.

It's okay for the long rant. Sorry I took a bit to get to it but I wanted some "soft chatters" for a bit before I tackled this one :)

"Just the other day I saw a comment on a post saying that “Odysseus wasn’t loyal to his wife yet expects her to be loyal to him” and not once in the replies did I see someone mention that he was literally assaulted. It’s absolutely gross and makes me hesitant to go deeper into the fandom."

I completely understand you with this stuff. ;~; I used to go through Odyssey tags often as I LOVE possibly finding new people to follow and fun things but too many times I would see shit that pissed me off. ;~; I've honestly kind of just stuck to my mutuals that I trust tbh. And honestly, there's soooo much shit of people just straight up not understanding the context/culture/meaning/etc. of the Epics and just taking it at face value and not understanding the meanings. :/ I'm no expert, but I also have analyzed and researched quite a bit on my own to try and get the full picture. I think in order to truly enjoy the Odyssey, you need to just... really soak shit in, you know?

When Calypso, that lovely goddess, tried to keep me with her in her hollow cave, longing for me to become her husband, or when, in the same way, the cunning witch Aeaean Circe held me in her home filled with a keen desire I’d marry her, they never won the heart here in my chest.

(Book 9, Johnston)

Odysseus tells this to the Phaecians. They are strangers that he will likely never see again and who are isolationists. Therefore his story that he told probably won't be "spread" to others so he can probably say whatever. So he doesn't have to worry about "Penelope hearing a different story than the one he told to her" if people wanna argue about how "Oh well, he didn't tell Penelope about the 'affairs'"(He tells her everything as well btw.)

He could literally say "Oh yeah, I had the time of my life!" but he doesn't because that's not true. Odysseus has no listed concubines, I just literally don't see him as the type of guy who's really into that.

And while yes, he would be devastated if she didn't "stay loyal", he does sound like he'd be understanding. He asks his mother in the Underworld if Penelope had gotten remarried to "the finest of Achaeans". And we all know of Odysseus' words of "when Telemachus has a beard, feel free to remarry". Even when first "rejected" by Penelope in that she didn't hug him when he sat across from her, he was incredibly hurt but asked for a separate bed. He literally could have had it where Penelope takes a different bed and he takes their luxurious/fancy one because he has the rest of the household on his side.

But he DOESN'T!

Because he adores her for fuck's sake!

Funny enough? I have the weird reaction of like, weirdly searching out "Good" animatics as it was a weird reassurance of "yes, people see that it's wrong." as while holy fuck. so many stupid, awful jokes about "Say No to This" in the comments (I have learned to just stay the fuck away from youtube comments on Odysseus shit. :') ) but like, seeing and HEARING how yes, this was fucked, was weirdly really nice for me. yeah, it took a lot of digging but there's a few "There Are Other Ways" that I love. Literally, both are unfinished wips and they're still my favorites. If you can, please give these two a watch and some love for the creator.

This was back before we heard the full song and it's still very good. How he's on guard until she "magics" him and the colors change. After that he kind of moves like a "puppet" but he's still resisting as best he can.

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This one is literally still sketches but it's my absolute favorite. Oh my word. The body language, PENELOPE FLASHBACKS!!! Showing cute bits of Penelope's character and how awful this is for him. (Penelope is so cute. She puffs up her cheeks to make him laugh!) How he really is scared that he'll have to go through with this in order to save his friends until all his past trauma floods back and he just can't. It's lovely.

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And yeah Idk how to feel about "I'm Not Sorry For Loving You" :/ I don't know how it'll be yet, maybe there's something in another song that shows Odysseus' real feelings or whatever.

And with just the whole cheating thing, yeah, it's really upsetting to call what is blatant assault "cheating". As wild as it sounds, Odysseus' story has been more relatable for me than any other stories like this, even modern ones. I've spoken a bit about it before but yeh, victim blaming at its finest. I find him and his story and his love for Penelope slkdfj very relatable. It's honestly really nice to write about in a sense..

(I'm pasting this from an old post of mine but yeh)

I have never had a story that felt like how it actually FEELS. The "aftermath" and "regaining life". It's hopeful and feels really good. It's been years since "everything" but it just felt nice to see "Everybody has the chance to get better." Even Nestor, Helen, and Menelaus, while still dealing with their traumas, are doing a lot better now. And after literal hell, Odysseus got to be with his family and loved ones again. He can start living again. It's why I'm just...idk passionate about this? I'm not a murderer or a war veteran but I see myself in him. Hopefully, y'all see me as nicer though!😂(plus, let's be honest, the Odyssey is romantic af and OdyPen is right up my alley as well >:D )

I really hate the whole "he's a guy so therefore ____" whether it's used as a "Boys will be boys. they can't help themselves" usually aimed at female victims or a "Men always want sex. they cannot be victims.". It's fucked up and used against ALL of us. :( Doesn't matter if it was history. People, no matter the era, should never be put through "Are you Victim™ enough?". He is one.

Idk the Odyssey means a lot to me. I hope it's okay I take some liberties with my fanfics as it's nice healing through him :D I AM kind of using my own experiences and ideas and it feels nice. I don't think Homer necessarily meant for this but eh, anything that helps is good :D He's a war criminal that I relate to.

#Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #ask #anon #essay #tw sa mention #odysseus #epic the musical

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peachhcs · 1 year ago

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sharks development camp

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a blurb of macklin talking to will about samy and their breakup while at the sharks development camp.

i got inspired from that one post i saw where will and macklin are roommates at the dev camp, so i produced this short little snippet. it's actually kind of cutie because will's being like an older brother in a way :)

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the two boys practically collapsed onto their beds as soon as they were back in the room. the few days they'd been in san jose were extremely fun, but also very exhausting. they were on the ice from sun up to sun down basically, so breaks were far and few between.

at least it was good for getting a full night's sleep because all the boys were out by the time the day finished. will rolled onto his side, reaching for his phone he stuffed into his backpack that was a little bit more than an arm's length away from him at the moment. he stretched a little bit farther and was able to wrap his fingers around the device in the side pocket.

he scanned down the list of notifications for anything important. there were a few texts from his mom and the family group chat, but other than that, things were pretty quiet on will's phone. it'd become a lot quieter now that there was no multiple messages from samy.

will didn't want to admit to himself that he missed seeing her name on his screen with about 10 different messages from her in the time he was at practice.

"can i ask you a bit of a..personal question?" macklin's voice broke will from his thoughts. the older boy rolled to the side macklin was on who stared up at the ceiling.

"what?"

"you're not a virgin, are you?" well, that definitely was a personal question. will's expression twisted for a second before shaking his head.

"uh..yeah, no. i'm not," shit. every. single. conversation. led will right back to samy. at least he didn't spiral this time unlike last time back at the combine where he pretty much made himself look super pathetic.

"okay, sorry. that was like..weird and personal. i don't know. i feel like every person i've talked to isn't and it makes me feel weird sometimes because like..i haven't done.." macklin trailed off realizing this was a weird conversation topic.

"no, it's fine. i get it. i was the same too for a long time," the blonde said and he felt like he was being some older brother right now.

"really?"

"yeah, i didn't like..actually do anything until i was 18," will said almost in embarrassment, but he knew that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about.

"oh. wow. was it like..a hookup or like.." macklin kept asking which will didn't mind. he kind of wished he had someone like himself when he was 16, 17, 18 to talk about all of this. none of his friends really talked about it a whole lot, or they did but it was always in a weird, gross way.

"no, it was with my ex girlfriend," will flinched saying ex girlfriend. it felt so weird calling samy that.

"wait, ex girlfriend?" macklin sat up, confusion on his features.

the blonde's face flushed a little, "oh, i guess we haven't really told people. uh, samy and i broke up."

he watched the brunette's eyes widen in shock, "you broke up? when?"

"like..early june?"

"wait, why? i thought you two were like..oh my god, is that why samy like avoided you when you came over and talked to us at the draft?" macklin's eyes widened in realization.

"yeah..basically. i don't know. i..i kind of realize it was a shitty decision on my part, but i don't really know how to fix it," the older boy admitted, sitting up some.

"did something happen? like what happened?"

"nothing bad..i just..i freaked a bit when i signed on last month. i think i got into my head a little too much and i made the decision without talking it out before i did. she won't talk to me really, though so i can't talk to her," will shrugged, a frown on his lips.

"oh, wow. i'm sorry. i didn't know," the brunette frowned too.

"don't worry. it's my fault and i kind of deserve being avoided."

"maybe i can talk to her? she kind of took beckett and i under her wing at the draft, so maybe we can talk her up," macklin laughed a little.

"no, it's fine. i'll see her anyway at our family vacation, so maybe i can..talk to her or something," will waved the boy off.

"well, if it's any consolation, i think she'd take you back if she heard you out. from what i knew, you guys really cared about each other," macklin shrugged a bit.

"thanks, i appreciate that," will managed a small smile.

the two started getting into talking about something else, but samy lingered on will's mind for the rest of the night. when macklin fell asleep will seriously thought about reaching out to her. his finger hovered above the send button and he deleted and retyped a bunch of messages, but he ultimately decided he shouldn't because why would she even want hear from him anyway?

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arathejedi394 · 6 months ago

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snippet from the person 15 year old me would be proud to have known

In the fall, while Steve was in tenth grade and Bucky was in eleventh, Bucky got invited to a party at a senior’s house and by proxy, that meant Steve got to go.

“I don’t know why we’re here,” Steve admitted.

“It’ll be fun!” Bucky insisted, squeezing his cheeks. “There’s gonna be alcohol and Michael said he’s bringing pot brownies.”

“I wanna try pot brownies,” Steve muttered reluctantly. “You think there’ll be gluten-free ones?”

“I told Michael I’d twist his balls off if there wasn’t any,” Bucky answered.

There were pot brownies and there was a tray that was gluten-free. Steve ate one and probably should have only had a quarter. Bucky ate two to compensate. There wasn’t any alcohol that wasn’t beer, and that was probably for the best. They ended up stumbling back into Steve’s apartment stoned out of their minds, two giggling disasters.

“I should cut my hair,” Steve declared. “People’ll still think I’m a lesbian, but I want it off!”

“Yes!” Bucky agreed readily. “We should cut your hair! You’re really pretty.”

Steve found scissors and stood in the bathroom to do the deed, Bucky just behind him. He grabbed his ponytail, which was down to his ass at that time, at the base of his neck, and then just sliced through it.

Immediately, he felt as light as a feather.

“Is it even?” he asked Bucky.

“I dunno,” Bucky said. “Here –”

Bucky trimmed a few things. Steve tied the length of hair off with a hair-tie.

“Should prolly donate this,” he mumbled.

Bucky hugged him and put his face in Steve’s neck. “You’re really, really pretty,” he mumbled again.

Steve giggled and blushed. He left the ponytail on the counter and turned around in Bucky’s arms.

“I like hearing that,” he mumbled. “Even if I’m not a girl. I wanna be a pretty boy.”

“You are a pretty boy,” Bucky said immediately.

Steve stood up on his toes and pressed his lips to Bucky’s. It was kind of weird that despite the fact that they’d been dating since he was in the 4th grade and while his pronouns had still been whack, he’d never kissed Bucky.

Steve’s butt ended up pressed against the counter. Bucky’s hand swept through his now short hair. Bucky had stubble on his upper lip that tickled and he bit Steve’s lip and tongue a lot.

After a few minutes of kissing, Steve rapidly was reminded that Bucky actually had a penis, because a hot lump soon pressed into his belly.

“Fuck,” Steve gasped, tearing his lips from Bucky’s.

“Oh, shit,” Bucky hissed. “Sorry – Um. That’s – Yeah, sorry, um – That – that just happens, I can’t control it. Sorry.”

Steve caught him and stopped him from backing up. Bucky met his gaze, and even though his pupils had already been dilated, he was wide-eyed now.

“So, I’m not really familiar with my downstairs,” Steve whispered. “Um, kinda too gross in my head to think about it. But, uh… I can be familiar with yours?”

“Okay,” Bucky whispered back.

“Okay,” Steve murmured, licking his lips.

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed again, gaze dropping to his mouth as he lifted a hand to cup Steve’s cheek. “Yeah, baby, that sounds good.”

“Okay,” Steve exhaled. “Okay. C’mon.”

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #captain america #marvel #winter soldier #mcu #pre serum steve

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echo-has-queries · 3 months ago

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I'm pretty sure I remember all the other ones but while the title rings multiple bells I need to know more about Ines is Invisible

So valid! XD Rediscovering this outline I am actually kind of conflicted about it now.

Ines Is Invisible is about seventeen-year-old Ines who - you'll never guess this - turns invisible at fifteen. Her parents take it poorly and she spens two years basically haunting a campground until that gets shut down for renovation and she has to go elsewhere. She breaks into a house for food and is promptly adopted by the socialworker who lives there.

Now here is what I'm conflicted about: The original outline takes this story into an X-Men type action story of children with superpowers fighting a shady organisation to not get experimented on for their powers. However, leading up to this is just like... half a book worth of slice-of-life type things of Ines learning how to live a normal life while also being invisible, making friends, trying to date etc. And by now I'm thinking that maybe just focusing on that might be a lot nicer, because there is a lot there to be explored. Then again, adding other powers and conflict is also neat... ah well. WIP.

Actually written out so far I just have the beginning of the social worker and her wife meeting and inviting Ines to stay at their house, which is both emotional and fun. Ines has a lot of trauma and the adults have a lot of questions.

Here is a lovely little snippet:

“Who’s there?”, she said.

I wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t seem mean enough to call the cops on me. Or shady government scientists. She didn’t even look like she would know shady government types. She looked like a schoolteacher.

“Do I get to finish the sandwich if I answer honestly?”

The woman blinked, looked around. Her forehead creased. “Where... are you?”, she asked after another pregnant pause.

There were probably several clever answers to this. Witty answers that would have made Odysseus proud.

“I’m just... I’m gonna keep eating the sandwich.”

In my defense: I was very hungry.

It felt very uncomfortable to be scrutinized like this – heck to be acknowledged at all felt curiously dangerous to me – but I wasn’t about to pass up this chance, so I picked up the sandwich without sitting down and kept eating.

I knew from copious amounts of staring at mirrors and doing weird tests of this condition back when I was still at home, that the food disappeared the moment my lips closed around it. It was a neat trick that let me hide small objects in my fist or mouth, though I had no scientific explanation that made any sense. Not that being invisible made sense in the first place. But due to this fact, what the woman was watching with strained eyes was more related to a kid's show's comedy bit than to a horror films gross-out effect.

A few bites further in, the woman regained the power of speech.

“So, you’re invisible.”

I finished chewing before saying: “Yes.”

There was another pause after which she asked: “You haven’t answered my question.”

I thought about it. The sandwich was ambrosia on my tongue. “You asked me a question?”

The woman, apparently finally broken out of the spell of discovering my existence, smiled and rolled her eyes, like hungry invisible people forgetting her questions was a common occurrence for her.

“I asked who you are.”

“Ah”, I said, followed up with some chewing and then: “My names is Ines Fahner. I’m seventeen years old. I turned invisible two-ish years ago. No, I don’t know how or why.”

The woman nodded, a serious expression on her face. “And I’m guessing you’re homeless.”

I stopped chewing. Homeless.

The woman picked up on the fact that the sandwich had stopped moving and rushed to amend: “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you… I mean… embarrassed? Uncomfortable? Sad? I’m sorry, I can’t tell how you’re feeling. But it’s okay. I mean, I don’t mean to assume, but you did break into my house in order to eat a sandwich – and I’m… I’m glad you did.”

The woman’s apologetic look was almost comical, kind of adorable in how much she apparently cared. Why did she care though?

“Are you going to hand me over to scientists to do experiments on me?”

“What!?” The woman was aghast. “No! I…” she blinked a few times, collecting herself, took a step closer. I almost took a step back.

“My name’s Magdalen Strider. I’m a social worker. I... I want to help you.”

I finished the sandwich.

“Thank you for the food, but I can’t be helped.”

#my writing #ines is invisible #ask #wip ask game #right now I'm thinking what if superpowers are just a thing that can happen and this is publicly known but like... really casually #like no one is out here becoming superheroes or villains it's just a slightly weird thing about people like being double jointed #idk. will be thinking about this again now #thank you #<3 #echo asks

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mamamittens · 8 months ago

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Empty Cradles

This is part of the Spooktober 2024 Event, for context!

Summary:

Ace has the unexpected talent of story telling which his crew rarely called upon unless they wanted to be scared shitless. They'll tell anyone that listens about how fucked up his scary stories are and tend to leave everyone with sleepless nights. If you asked Ace, however, he'd dryly comment that he hadn't told one 'story'. Because they were all true. And now it's the Whitebeard Pirate's turn, throwing a party to celebrate the Spades joining up with them, the booze flowing freely.

Someone asks for Ace's best story--he offers the same protest as usual--but after a moment he relents. Taking a heavy swig, Ace addressed the suddenly spellbound crowd.

"There are no cribs in these woods."

No one looks at him the same way again.

(Platonic spooks only)

Warnings: Referenced/implied infanticide, harm to children, abandonment, and basically mind fucking illusions. Kind of gross and vague tree-demon-mimic thing. Pretty fucked, not going to lie. Tumblr murdered the format a little, sorry

Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count: 3,765

It would be a lie to claim that the Whitebeard Pirates never threw a party or only rarely did so.

Really, between islands and scuffles with often too-weak-pirate-and-marine-crews, a party was about the only thing to liven up the place. Either that or let the troublemakers get ideas, which was arguably worse than just tossing about a bunch of booze and food to let them play around with.

So it was hardly any surprise when, upon the successful—dear god he’s finally been stopped and not by death—recruitment of the Spade Pirates, Whitebeard declared a celebration.

It took a little bit of work to throw together—they weren’t that ready to party at a moment’s notice—but within the day there was plenty of food, booze, and company to have a proper celebration about the matter. The smaller crew integrating into small bubbles of conversation and games, letting them get to know their new brothers and sisters without the tension of their ex-captain attempting to kill their now current captain. Ace, the aforementioned attempted murderer, was equally having a blast.

And everyone was pleasantly surprised how charismatic the young man could be when he wasn’t pissed off about every conversation he ended up taking part in.

The young man ate like a whole herd of sea kings and the division responsible for mealtimes was getting a little worried—though Commander Thatch viewed it as a challenge and, possibly, an affront to his skill that there would be any doubt he could feed his family. As large and hungry as they were. Besides! Ace was a growing boy! And a D, so the appetite was hardly a shock to the seasoned cook.

No, the shock was saved mostly for how cheerful Ace was, old first mate by his side, as he enjoyed the bonfire and roasted meat. Commenting in agonizingly cryptic bits about previous meals he’d roasted that sounded a lot like bullshit coming from a man raised in the East Blue.

Alligators the size of Commander Jozu?

A troupe of monkeys as competition?

A tiger called King of the Jungle?

Nah, that was just boasting—surely!

But they’d all be lying if each little snippet didn’t leave them begging for more. And judging by the slow gravitational pull Ace exerted on his old crew, they were very familiar with his stories. Not to mention eager for more.

Thatch playfully attempted to sit in Marco’s lap, instantly getting thrown into the sand as the sun hung low on the horizon. Purple skies mixing with the dark smoke of their bonfire, casting flickering tongues of gold across Ace’s face as he stubbornly refused to admit he was lying—or even just exaggerating.

“—I don’t know why you guys keep asking for me to tell you more about where I grew up if you just claim I’m lying!” Ace huffed, chucking his beer to wash down a nauseatingly large mouthful of roasted meat. Thatch personally suspected that his devil fruit helped process all that food. There was no way a man—or boy—could eat that much red meat without slowing down otherwise. D or not!

“C’mon, Ace! You tell the best spooky stories! Real fucked up shit too—not like some of the other ones we heard that were just… mean. Or gross. In an uncomfortably pointed way.” Deuce huffed, his mask shifting as he wrinkled his nose in distaste. “The Bull Frog of the Swamp gave me nightmares.” He bemoaned, a sentiment shared with several ex-Spade pirates.

“Ooh~ What’s this? Our little brother tells good stories?” Thatch cooed, scrambling to sit beside Ace and lean against him, careful to not appear like he was about to steal the young man’s food—kid had a fucking carnivorous reflex about him. “Tell us! I wanna hear! We’ve exhausted all of ours! Some fresh spooks is exactly what this party needs!”

Ace gave him a withering look, silver eyes flashing with fire.

“Don’t you start. They’re not stories, Thatch.” He pouted, expression shifting to something that made Thatch’s insides squirm.

Haunted.

The young man—someone who squared up the Whitebeard, Yonko Pirate Captain and Strongest Man in the World for over a hundred days with intent to kill—was haunted by what he’d seen.

Either that, or he somehow hid a deeply convincing theatrical streak.

“Hey… you don’t…” Thatch wasn’t sure how to respond, not used to the almost vulnerable expression on the young man’s face. He’d seen Ace overwhelmed before. Drowning in his thoughts and self-hate. But never… whatever this is.

After a moment, Ace sighed, rolling his shoulders.

“Alright—alright, fine!” he huffed, raising his voice to an instant outcry of cheers. “I’ll tell you all about a time when I was… hmm. Think I was six? Maybe seven? And Dadan, my guardian, told me something—”

“Boo! It’s no fun if it’s a ‘a guy who knew a guy who told him that his cousin did whatever’ kind of story!” Someone absolutely smashed cried out, laughing his ass off. Missing the sharp glare Ace sent him, but not the spark of fire that snapped inches from his nose. Sending him reeling back into the sand, to which Oyaji barely gave a glance as he leaned in to listen closer. Eyes sharp with interest and growing concern.

Thatch made a note to not interrupt.

“—Anyway, she told me ‘there are no cradles in the woods’.” Ace finished, his voice falling soft and hollow. Eyes drifting to the fire and past it. Shoulders flickering with licks of flame as he seemed to fall back.

Back to when he must have been so small and frightened.

And, apparently, needed to be told there weren’t cradles in the woods.

--*--

Ace’s feet slammed into the ground with a satisfying thump. The Hag’s voice screeching far behind him about getting dinner. Bo was supposed to be scouring the trash heaps for treasure another couple of days.

Ace would join him, but got into a scuffle with some unusually well connected gang members and Bo suggested he lay low for a bit. Just until Bo could figure out who all was involved and how to get rid of them quickly. Which left Ace hunting for food as Bo concentrated on his own hunt.

It was annoying—Ace had gotten used to working beside Bo regularly—but he could live with it.

The forests were well traveled territory for Ace, as well as its many hazards. Monkeys, gators, and tigers wary of him after so many successful hunts. It was as satisfying as it was annoying. Meaning Ace had to either work on his stealth more or go deeper into the woods. Something he was—secretly—a little afraid of doing after the Bull Frog incident.

Every time he thought he’d seen it all, something else seemed to make it its personal mission to crawl out of hell and onto his ass.

The thick trees, wider than any grown man Ace had encountered in his short life, seemed to only grow more dense as he went deeper into the woods. Leaves high above weaving together into a dense canopy with infrequent flecks of sunlight ripping through to tumble onto gnarled roots. A deep, dank smell of undergrowth overpowering his senses as the birds eventually fell silent.

Ace, seasoned as he was in these woods, fell still in turn. Instantly suspicious of what could drive such a reaction.

Only the wind dared break the silence. Not even crickets chirping obnoxiously in the dense undergrowth. No river nearby to gently ripple at the edge of his hearing or soft, deadly footsteps of a predator stalking nearby.

Ace crouched a little, eyes narrowed as he scanned the dense trees around him.

There had to be a reason.

There was always a reason.

uuuu-waaaah! ooooo-wah!

Ace flinched, his focus so intense he was completely caught off guard by the faint crying he could barely hear over the wind whistling far above his head.

It sounded like a baby.

Ace had seen babies before. From a distance. Usually kept close to fretful parents or nannies. Small, squalling things bundled tightly in blankets, faces red as they wailed for no apparent reason. Shoved into weird clothes and cooed over ceaselessly in little carriers and prams. They seemed annoying, something the old hag seemed to agree about—especially when talking about himself as a baby.

But he’d only ever seen babies in High Town. Or maybe between trash heaps. Somewhere people actually choose to live. Not…

In the middle of the forest, fuck-if-he-knew-how-far away from anyone else.

Uuuu-wAAaah! OoOOo-WAH!

Whatever the brat was doing out here, they were pissed. And frankly, Ace would be too if he was shoved into those hideous clothes and then taken all the way out here.

It was weirdly hot and smelled foul. Like something was rotting badly after a summer rainstorm.

Cautious, Ace moved towards the sound. Pipe low at his side as he darted between trees. Getting closer to the wailing cries with every silent step. Eyes noting how the trees looked… off. Like the bark was soaked in something.

Sick, maybe.

Trees could be sick, Ace knew. Had seen them rot from the inside out and crumble under their own weight.

That rotting stench getting worse as the few specks of sunlight vanished behind him. Low, green light bouncing off of softened bark that oozed some strange, sickly liquid.

Strangely off-put by the growing miasma of the forest, Ace slowed down. Shoes digging into soft dirt between the roots that threatened to trip him with every step.

Oo-Ooo-WAH-AHHHA!

Ace stopped, body shaking as his heart raced. Something crunching beneath his feet like bird bones but he didn’t bother to check. Too confused about where the baby was.

It was close.

The baby… was close?

His head swiveled side to side, certain he’d heard it just ahead.

But there didn’t seem to be anything but dark shadows squirming between sickened trees.

Ace began to wonder if he was going mad.

Regardless of how fucking annoying babies seemed to be, people loved them. No one with sense would just… walk all the way into this creepy ass forest and drop it off like there was a wholesome daycare nearby.

Uoooh-hmp! Ooo!

The baby hiccupped, cries softening so close Ace began to worry some psycho was putting babies in the trees.

Then he saw it.

A flicker of yellow light to his right.

Sunlight?

Eating through the darkness of the still forest and skimming over a broken shape. Just a few feet ahead of him, in fact.

Ace shuffled forward, eyes squinting against the dark as he drew closer. Hair on end as a trembling vibrated his bones.

He needed to run.

But… the baby?

Just a couple feet away, the shape became more clear. Fuzzy darkness shifting and melting into coherent form. The stench of rot curling his nose but the steady realization drew him closer still.

The broken shape.

It was slightly crooked bars. Standing vertical to each other. Curling in?—no, standing straight. Can’t you tell?

Just a little taller than himself and wider than if he outstretched his arms by a considerable distance. Soft cooing and cries fainter than even when he first heard the baby. A small bundle squirming behind the bars. That breeze returning hot and foul, a little surprising that the baby wasn’t howling at the discomfort—Ace would be throwing a fit if he was left somewhere that felt and smelled so gross.

There was a creaking, the bars and bundle shifting in unison. The sound oddly sickening and wet but Ace assumed the dirt underneath it was wet.

Wet like the trees.

“This is my baby. You’ll take good care of him, won’t you?” Ace froze, looking up at the source of the voice. It was soft, almost a coo, just above the bars. For a moment, Ace couldn’t make out who it was. His skin writhing with discomfort as he breathed faster, flinching back as the rot settled into his lungs.

Then, with flickers of that yellow—so warm, isn’t it nice there’s a little bit of sun in this quiet, safe place?—sunlight, the figure took shape.

A little hazy in the dark, Ace could still make out the dripping—waves, it’s waves of soft pink—hair. The curve of a soft face with familiar freckles across her cheeks. A soft smile. Eyes that made him want to vomi—cry, because she’s crying too—and the shape of something just behind her ear.

Ace…

He had never met this woman in his life.

Ace knew this woman.

He was shaking, Ace distantly realized.

This woman… he swallowed hard, eyes burning.

“I can’t do this—I-I can’t—you have to fix my mistake!” she pleaded, soft smile and tearful, joyous eyes fixed on Ace. Her head dipped down to the crib and Ace’s eyes followed. He still couldn’t make out the bundle in the dark but assumed the baby was firmly swaddled.

Safe… and sound.

Maybe too swaddled?

Maybe that’s what she meant?

But Ace could feel the acid in his throat. The trembling of his hands on the cold pipe.

Everything in him was screaming but Ace didn’t know for what.

“I don’t care what happens to it! J-Just get it away from me!” She cried out, face still filled with triumphant sorrow.

“…this is wrong.” Ace whispered, trying to believe it.

Certain he had to believe it and fast.

UUUUU-WAH! UU-WAAAHHHH!

Ace jerked, eyes drawn to the bundle again and away from the woman who made Ace want… want to…

Scream.

Cry.

Run—

It was moving.

The baby was moving. Rolling over and looking in Ace’s direction. A small hand reaching out in the vast space of its cradle, a small sob calling to him. He stepped forward without thought. Not even sure what he would do to soothe the baby.

Maybe…

Maybe if he looked into the crib he could see what was wrong?

Ace stepped forward again, leaning closer to the bars. Instinctively holding his breath as the smell of fucking rot swept over him. His eyes adjusting to the dark quickly.

The bars curled inwards, towards the baby, making it hard to look properly. Ace’s foot bracing against the edge between bars and slipping. The baby squirming with discontent as he glanced around.

The bars were smooth?

No—straight and carved with flower motifs like the one in the woman’s hair—thick and secure. Perfect for protecting a baby. Harder to look after it, though, when Ace was so short.

He’d need both hands, wouldn’t he?

To climb into the cradle?

“I don’t want to be a mom.” The woman sobbed and Ace froze, heel planted between the bars, ready to lift himself up and climb in.

He sucked in a sharp breath, blinding rage filling him with the scent of rot—hand gripping the pipe with renewed vigor.

The fuck was he doing—climbing into the damn crib like a baby?

Metal clashed with wood and it gave a sickening wet SNAP!

UUUUH—WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! AH—AHH—OOOAAAAHHHHGGGHHHH!

The cries of the baby were deafening, warbling and warping into something deep and twisted.

Ace shot back, gasping for air as carved wood twisted and jerked, snapping closed over the baby—lurching up to the side with wet pops. The woman—she…

Ace watched in horror as those tearful eyes twisted. Sickly yellow light glowing against wet trails of puss and infection. Hair writhing in feathery tendrils as any semblance of humanity was stripped away. Rip pulling wide into a gapping maw of jagged teeth, head swaying as a thick tendril coiled out of the darkness, lifting up with the crib now completely on its side.

It was a horrible corpse of a thing, animal and not. Sick but sickened. Bars of the crib its ribcage as thick roots spasmed from under the earth. Head flopping loosely on its writhing neck as it howled with pain. Somewhere between the wails of a babe and the damned. Several of the ribs were shattered and blood spurted across the floor in a thick ooze of rot. Yellow and dark red mixed to Ace’s shocked nausea.

Even in the dark refuge of the dense canopy, Ace could see too much of it—he hated everything he could comprehend and whatever he could not.

The baby wailed from the thing’s mouth, vomit burning his tongue as he struggled to reconcile the truth of what he was seeing.

This demonic crib thing was trying to eat him—Ace focused on that.

It was hardly unusual for something fucked up to try and eat him. Practically normal, actually.

And just like everything else that tried to kill him—Ace was going to meet them with a blow from his pipe.

“Fuck off!” Ace screamed, his whole chest rattling with the denial of its existence.

The sick, twisted feelings it brough up in him. That woman’s face that was achingly familiar and wrong.

It let loose a deep growl, a faint wail of a babe in its throat as something wet in its chest rattled. Body arching up and up and up until it loomed over him like a snake. It’s exact body obscured in darkness and wet, rotting viscera.

And then it slammed down where he had been standing just a fraction of a second before. The trees trembling with the blow as he twisted his body like a cat, lining up his pipe to bring it down onto the thing’s spine. Or at least what he assumed to be the spine. The arching, brittle structure snapping with wet pops as it howled again, more infantile in it’s cries this time.

But Ace wasn’t stopping until it shut. Up.

Uuuu-wah! WAH! WAAAAAaaAAh-HAAAaaaahhhhH!

Smack—PLAP!

UUUU-WAH!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! CRA-ACK!

Mmmaa-maaa—

CRACK.

Ace panted, uncaring of how the taste of rot filled his tongue or brittle things snapped under his shoes. Skin soaked in infected blood. Wooden bones shaking as the creature trembled in a loose pile of agonized infection. It seemed to quake, shifting into the dirt as it literally buried itself.

And Ace was too shocked to care.

The image of a shattered crib and a brutalized baby flickering in his mind long after it was gone. Leaving only bloodied earth and gore in its wake.

Ace didn’t remember the walk home. Only that he blinked at realized his eardrums were shaking with Dadan’s scream of horror.

“ACE?! A-ACE! W-WHAT’S WRONG?! WHAT HAPPENED, BABY?!” Dadan fell to her knees before him, hands hovering over his blood soaked skin.

It took Ace a long moment of soaking up the reassuring sunlight and chilled breeze on his wet skin to answer. Unable to meet her eyes.

“…there was a crib.” Ace’s voice breathed out as he cried.

Dadan fell still too and Ace shuddered, sobbing with horror at what he’d done.

“A-A baby—I-I—the baby—I—” calloused hands cradled Ace’s face and he was forced to look into Dadan’s horrified eyes.

“Ace… there are no cradles in these woods.” She breathed out, her words carrying a heavy weight to them. “Just… people who make bad decisions and things willing to… make them go away.”

Ace trembled, eyes squeezing shut. Sobs ripping free from his lungs as he was pulled into Dadan’s firm embrace. Her words drowned out in his head as she rocked him.

Ace was not allowed to go hunting for a while after that. Dadan only wanting to know how bad it was—if Ace killed it—before softly ‘grounding’ him. He was washed up and given a hot meal. His bed with Bo moved to Dadan’s room as she sat between them with a rifle in hand facing the window for weeks.

It took years for him to ask any further questions, and even then, he didn’t ask many.

“… did the cradle eat people?”

“…Babes, usually. Either tricked into being given or… willingly. Learned their cries with practice. You must have been led to the den.”

“…. If I had gotten into it, what would it have done?” Ace asked hesitantly, aware there were worse fates than death.

“It wouldn’t have called out to you at all if it had seen you hunting even once, for starters. Prefers weak prey. If you’re lucky, it would have just eaten you. If not… well… keep you screaming. Crying. Whatever it took. To practice for itself.” Dadan admitted softly and refused to elaborate.

Years later, when he was hunting with Luffy, he heard it again for the first time since the incident.

uuuu-waaaah! ooooo-wah!

Luffy was curious, naturally.

“Was that a baby? What’s it doing out here, Ace?” his little brother asked with a frown. Ace turned in the direction he heard the cries and whipped out his pipe, blocking Luffy from following the sound. “H-Hey, what gives—?!”

“Ssshhhh… hear that?” Ace asked, glaring into the dark.

The woods were still save a soft breeze that carried the scent of rot. Ace couldn’t say if he imagined it for certain though, given Luffy’s complete non-reaction to the faint, foul stench. Ace hadn’t noticed a lot of things until it was nearly too late, after all.

“…No?”

“Exactly. Listen, Lu. There are no cradles in these woods.” Ace informed him seriously, giving him a stern glare before he could protest. “No babies, either. Not alive, anyway. And don’t you go looking for them either.”

Luffy had pouted, ready to insist he was man enough.

uuuu-waaaah!—

“Fuck off!” Ace screamed and the call fell silent.

It did not call out again that day.

Or the next.

And Ace made it very clear to Luffy that there wasn’t any good meal to be had looking for it, or babies, or ladies, or anything but infected trees.

--*--

The burning wood popping was the only sound for a long moment.

Ace’s eyes still lost in the fire.

“…One day, I’m going back there. And when I do… I’m sending that thing back to hell.” Ace hissed with more venom than any had seen from him.

Thatch and Marco shared a look, glancing at Oyaji.

The old man looked a bit shocked and almost like he was remembering some horror story of his own.

“…well shit, they were right. You’re really good at this.” Thatch sighed, breaking the tension. Ace snorted, shoving him aside, and Thatch accepted the rough housing.

It was better than that lost, mournful, vengeful look in his eyes by far.

#spooktober 2024 #one piece #fire fist ace #basically if Dawn Island woods were creepypasta bait #TW: past child death

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totallyexhausted · 1 year ago

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Snippet of the Hirano sickfic with his parents that i promised and am NOW working on.... along with the Kagi one where he calls Hirano to ask him to come get him.... basically i need motivation and to force myself through his writer's block so, pleasssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee halp....

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“Are you sure you feel okay, sweetheart?”

“Hm. Yeah, sorry… just tired,” Hirano said softly, glancing down at his meal, picking through the contents slowly. He normally loved his mother’s cooking, but right now, right now, Hirano was sure if he put anything else in his stomach, despite the minuscule amounts he’d eaten, he’d vomit. And vomiting wasn’t something he wanted to do – his parents had been looking forward to him visiting, his father taking off work in order to spend time with him; they had plans, things to do… and ruining that by getting sick… well, that would just make the teenager feel like a bad son.

But it was getting harder now. So fucking hard to concentrate, to see the food on the table clearly, or keep his head up. Everything felt way too hot; and even though the 17-year-old planned on excusing himself to turn in earlier for the night to fight off whatever the hell was wrong with him, he was pretty sure he was reaching the point where he’d no longer be able to stand properly. Everything felt like jelly; weak and shaky… his stomach in his throat every time he caught a glimpse of the food in front of him clearly. His head killing him, the bright lights hanging over the table piercing his eyes. Everything was spinning.

Hirano groaned, dropping his head against his hand, closing his eyes briefly as his mother asked him something. Something moved to his right before a firm hand pressed against his cheek, sweeping over his forehead, brushing the bangs away from his face. Hirano groaned again as the cool touch wiped at the dampness across his forehead, and he felt the chopsticks slip through his fingers. He tried opening his eyes again, but the second they met the harsh lights above, the teenager clenched them shut, breathing lowly as someone pulled him back.

“Taiga,” His father’s voice gentle against his ear as more things were shuffled and another hand ghosted across his forehead. His mother’s voice suddenly next to him, her hand running through his hair, “Sweetheart, you’re ill…”

Hirano shook his head slowly, the movement jarring and difficult, as an arm braced behind his shoulders, a hand on his chest, pulling him up slowly. The teenager groaned as everything shifted, “M’f’ne…”

Everything was hot. Nauseating and dizzy. The environment was moving around him behind closed lids, and Hirano forced them open as his father called him again. The moment light touched his eyes, the 17-year-old gagged roughly, having no warning before lurching forward, vomit spewing from his mouth as he struggled to remain upright. Whatever happened next was a giant blur. Nauseating and hot… everything felt wet and gross… and the smell was enough to make him gag.

He wasn’t entirely aware of where he was until his head smacked against his father’s shoulder, a wet rag pressed against his forehead, another on the back of his neck. He felt warm water wash over his back, the smell of soap hitting his nostrils, and the 17-year-old whimpered. Soft fingers running through his hair, more water running across his back, and the sound of his mother humming softly.

A calloused hand removing the rag from his neck before replacing it a minute later, and Hirano opened his eyes slowly as his head was tilted back gently, warm water poured over his hair. He squinted as the bathroom tile met him, bright and painful. He glanced towards his father, leaning over the bathtub… (puking in bathtub.)

“It’s alright, Taiga. It’s alright, son. Your mother and I will clean you up… you’re okay. Just get it up, Tai.”

Tai. A nickname Hirano only heard when his father was worried about him. One that the teenager had come to associate with the idea that something was wrong...

Basically Hirano gets WRECKED, and we learn where Hirano gets his caring side.

Then with Kagi, Kagi gets really ill, and Hirano takes care of his sweet Kouhai... until he takes him to the hospital.... Snippet below:

...Since Kagiura came from a big family, he was probably used to having someone stay or sit with him while sick… Hirano always wanted to be alone when sick, but he never minded if someone was in the same room either. Whenever he felt really bad, he’d fall asleep to his mother holding his hand and stroking his hair or his father rubbing his back softly. But that had only happened a few times, the last being a year ago when he got really ill while visiting his parents over break. They wound up taking him to the hospital, and Hirano’s pretty sure he remembered puking in their car, and his parents bathing him at one point. Not really something the teenager tried to remember given how horrible he felt and how much he scared his parents...

The same feeling washed over Hirano as Kagiura grabbed at his shirt, threading his fingers through the material slowly. The older swallowed, pulling Kagiura closer as the younger groaned, his head smacking against Hirano’s chest.

The same protectiveness Hirano felt earlier. The need to shield him from the bystanders at the station, or the on-lookers on the train, or the people passing by the convenient store… the same feeling now, wanting to hold him close, and protect him from a sickness the older couldn’t prevent or from anyone who might barge into their dorm room. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant feeling, almost like panicked anger… but it wasn’t one Hirano really wanted to go away. Not right now. Not when Kagiura was relying on him in more ways than one...

“You’re rather good at taking care of people it seems, Hirano,”

“Shut up, Hanzawa. Kagiura! I need you to open your eyes and look at me.”

“H’no?”

“Hey, yeah. It’s me.”

“…S’hot…”

“I know. Hanzawa and I are gunna take you to the hospital. Your fever’s really high, Kagi-kun.”

“Such a sweet little nickname-”

“Are you going to help or are you just gunna talk all night? Grab his jacket, will you?”

“Kagi, I’m gunna help you up, okay?”

The younger groaned as Hirano moved his arm around his shoulders gently, pulling him in a sitting position, Kagiura’s head smacking against the older’s chest. He gagged roughly, spit trailing from his mouth along with the pitiful amount of water Hirano had gotten him to drink. (pukes on bedsheets - Hanzawa changes them while they are out).

“You’re okay, Kagi-kun… It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

(Hirano cleans him up as Kagi clings to him)

Kagi - “…dn’t… feel w-well.”

“I know. When we get to the hospital, you’ll start to feel a lot better, okay? I-I promise, Akira.”

#hirano to kagiura #hirano and kagiura #sickfic #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #sasaki to miyano #manga #miyano yoshikazu #sasaki shuumei #anime #sasaki and miyano #sasamiya #hirakagi #Hirano sick while visiting parents #He has to get his gentle side from somewhere #sick hirano #sick kagi

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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mei i absolutely CANNOT wait for another day do you think we can get a little snippet of love to lie part 3 just to keep us going pretty please with sugar on top? 🥺

so the thing about love to lie part three 😭 IT'S NOT DONE. i feel so fucking bad, especially because of how sweet everyone has been about parts one and two, but i thought when i posted part one surely i'll have enough time in two weeks to finish part three!! and i was mostly correct!! i finished damn near all of it!! i only have one scene left to write!! and i have a good chunk of time tonight, and i have a habit of waiting until the last minute and absolutely powering through my deadlines, so there's still a good chance it'll be posted totally on schedule, but just in case it's not, please accept this snippet as apology and compensation 😭 i hope you enjoy and i'm sorry for not keeping up my end of the bargain! at most you'll have to wait a day or two more, but i'm hoping i can pull through on time :')

You rush back to the bed with the cover of the photo album already cracked, though you show it off with a gooey grin, “You were enamored with me from the moment you saw me, Brad.”

“Of course I was,” He laughs, ringing his arm around your neck to hug you tight to his side while you flip to the first page. He peers at your scrunched-up baby face, vague memories of kissing your nose flashing through his mind from when you were younger, and it was the only thing that could get you to stop crying.

“You’ve always been the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He swipes a finger over a photo of you together, stroking it along your cheek where he was feeding you mushed-up green beans. “See? I was so entranced I didn’t even notice you were about to kick me.”

He points to your tiny foot, clothed in a onesie with dogs on it, and poised ready to fire. You’d bet money that right after the photo had been taken, you had launched your foot into his knee, and you hope little Bradley wasn’t brought to tears over it.

“Sorry, baby,” You hum, voice just as sticky-sweet as your kiss is against his cheek. He leans into it, and you’re not expecting him to, so you smear a bit more spit over his face than you’d intended. However, when you laugh incredulously and try to wipe it off, he wriggles away from your shirtsleeve, insisting on keeping the mark.

“No! I fell out of the sky three days ago,” Bradley gripes, head held high, “I get to keep all of the gross kisses you give me.”

“I’d launch a gross kiss attack if I wasn’t worried about hurting your ribs,” You lament, settling back into his side, “Oh, Brad, look at this one!”

It was your first halloween together. Bradley’s sporting a yellow hat in the picture, with bear ears on top, and a red shirt over his chubby baby belly. His pants are the same shade as his hat, and you’re the Piglet to his Winnie the Pooh as you sit in a pink onesie and matching ear-hat in his lap.

You tug the photo out of its sleeve, reading Carole’s neat inscription on the back: Bradley cried just a few minutes after we took this, because we looked away for a second and when we turned back he was feeding Y/N a snickers bar. We didn’t mean to yell, but we freaked out and spooked him, and he wouldn’t stop crying unless we told him he could finish the rest of the bar. Winnie the Pooh does NOT like raised voices.

“Crybaby,” You tease, and Bradley groans.

“I was a kid! They yelled at me! Of course I cried!”

“Poor baby, you just wanted to feed me chocolate,” You croon, turning sympathetic at the sight of his exasperated brown eyes, “You’ve always been good to me, Brad.”

“Always,” He promises, squeezing you tighter, then pointing at the next page over, “Aw, look at that. They dressed you up as the turkey for thanksgiving.”

“We fell asleep in front of the fire,” You recall, not from memory but from the stories you’ve been told, and the pictures you’d seen, “We were both milk drunk and stuffed from dinner.”

“Still nappin’ together all these years later,” Bradley grins, leaning in to brush his nose against yours.

“Let’s nap together forever,” You sigh as you nestle your cheek back against his arm.

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WIP Weekend - FFR Fashion Show Theme

Time for an unusually long WIP Weekend snippet! In honor of the Fandom Family Reunion's current theme, 'Fashion Show,' here is a bit from a little Hold Every Memory side story I'm working on that I currently refer to as the duckling story.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion Cabin 14; just me!

You may remember this bit from 'Cause Your Future's Ready to Shine:

Here is a snippet from the duckling story that revisits that in more detail:

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He had been vibing with his eyes closed, foot bopping to the music, when a few impatient little taps on his arm startled him out of his almost-meditation. He nudged one side of his headphones off his ear and propped himself up on his elbow. "What's up, little birdie?"

"We're gonna make you pretty!" Alicia declared, tugging at his forearm insistently, and okay. That was that. He dropped his phone into his pocket, rolled to his feet, and followed obediently, unthinkingly, just the slightest bit dumbstruck as she gripped his wrist in her own tiny hands and towed him along behind.

Pretty.

When was the last time he'd really let himself feel pretty?

Huh.

The living room was relatively quiet; most of the kids were in the gym with Raph, watching him punch stuff. All except Alicia, who was herding him towards the living area, and Belle, who was already sprawled out on the couch with assorted bags and plastic containers pried open around her.

Alicia pulled him to sit in front of said couch, facing outwards, and once he'd followed her unspoken direction she patted him on the shell like an obedient pet, and he snorted quietly, leaning back.

He felt small hands grasping under his mask tails and pulling them behind him, splayed out over the curve of his shell, and he resigned himself to being played with for a while like a big green doll. It was cute. He was glad that Belle seemed to be coming out of her shell, enough to be goofing around like this with a friend.

The girls whispered between each other, interspersed with happy giggles. Someone began tugging on his mask tails. He tried to relax into the music coming from his one headphone still over his ear, and to ignore the way the memory of the word pretty still ignited something small but warm in his chest. 'Pretty' wasn't for turtles like him, not with their whole… situation. The Foot stuff and. You know. The green. The muscles. He'd tried to enjoy a few stolen moments wearing skirts or dresses when they were younger, play it off all goofy and unashamed, but all of that bravado had crumpled under the weight of loss and fear and that awful numbness.

He barely flinched in surprise as a couple of bead necklaces slipped over his head, hitting his snout with a plastic clatter, leaving him blinking and shaking his head a little to dislodge them until they settled properly around his neck and over the front of his plastron.

"Sorry," Alicia whispered, and she and Belle broke into more silly laughter.

"And what do we have here?" Raph passed by with a water bottle in his hand and a tiny duckling in one arm, all sweaty and gross from his workout.

"Your ducklings are making me pretty, Raphy!" Mike grinned up at the squinted curious look he was being shot, trying to come off as wholly confident despite the tiniest little self-conscious thrill running down to the tips of his fingers. He didn't know why being pretty was suddenly just a little embarrassing, why it made him feel strangely vulnerable.

"Well then," Raph rumbled, and Mike could hear him walking around behind the couch. Normally this might be time for a rude comment, something about how you're gonna need a lot more than that to make this bonehead pretty, and Mike braced himself for it with a lot more steel than that kind of silly comment perhaps warranted, but Raph only hummed.

"You got a good start, there, but I bet we can make it a little more even," Raph said, and Mike couldn't remember the last time he'd heard his brother sound that utterly soft and gentle. He felt more tugging on his mask tails as Raph did… something to them. He still wasn't entirely sure what.

"Am I gonna be a pretty princess, Raph?" Mike asked, joking but also kind of not.

"The prettiest, Mike," Raph assured him with an audible grin in his voice, tone teasing but not mean, and Mike was so thankful that they were finally, finally back to a point that Raph could joke like this. "I'm gonna have to fight all the knights of the kingdom away with a stick. Lemme at 'em."

"Does that make you the dragon, then?" Mike mused. "Protecting the princess up in the tower?"

"Y'know what? I'm okay with that. Can't beat fire breath and a lotta sharp teeth, and of course the scales," Raph tugged Mike's mask tails one more time. "There we go. Lookin' better?"

"Yeah!" Belle exclaimed. "Thank you, Mister Raph!"

"None of this 'mister' stuff, okay kid? Just Raph."

"Okay Mister Raph," the ducklings chorused, and did Mike say that he loved them? Because he did. Raph's ducklings were awesome. He could tell Raph agreed by the way he harrumphed grumpily.

The girls kept playing with Mike's mask for a while, eventually urging him to take the headphones off completely. They snapped a few hair clips onto the edge of his mask - and ow, that kind of hurt - and then Alicia pretended to comb the top of his head with a blunt plastic comb, which he could feel through the mask as a sort of light massage. That, along with a smattering of small fingers pressing against his shell so lightly that he could barely feel it, was actually sort of calming. Like a clumsy little spa trip.

Leo walked through at one point just to eye him over with his mouth pressed flat, looking like he wanted to say something but was carefully restraining himself. This is a waste of time, probably. Mike stuck out his tongue, daring him to be anything less than complimentary and supportive in front of the kids. Leo walked on.

(…Leo was still a work in progress, though they were finally starting to get somewhere, thank shell. He'd turned into a bit of a phantom in the lair since the kids were first dropped off, but Mike wasn't giving up his hard-won ground just because Leo was a little nervous around some pint-sized pipsqueaks.)

"Okay, we're done!" Alicia cheered as Belle slid his mask tails back over his shoulder. "Go look! Look!"

He slid to his feet and obligingly puttered over to the mirror on the wall nearby; one of the many cracked, tarnished, over-used and under-loved things they'd filled the lair with when they realized they'd be having human guests.

It was as he suspected, kind of - the sort of little girl makeover with plastic baubles and bright colors, beauty in the playfulness and simplicity rather than in any sort of elegance. Strings of beads clicking against his plastron, hair clips attached to the edges of his mask…

…but his mask tails. Oh. He stared, for a long, long second, a stuck record, a caught breath.

The girls had used a purple ribbon to turn his tails into a braid, with beads interspersed through the many loops. They'd somehow managed to stick to his family's colors - blue, red, purple. White. Yellow, green.

(I carry you with me everywhere I go, he had told Donnie, once, when he caught Donnie looking at his purple painted nails. He knew Donnie loved it because Donnie gave him one of those rare quiet smiles, and the astral plane had warmed like a breaking dawn.)

Looking at himself in the mirror, wearing the colors of Donnie, of Raph, of Dad, April, Casey… he felt right, he felt happy with himself in a way that he had been so sure he'd never entirely feel again. He felt pretty. He felt complete.

He grinned, and it felt so real.

He turned, then, to get a better angle.

He started ugly chortling.

They'd stuck a terribly fun assortment of stickers to the back of his shell, right in the spots he couldn't reach - puffy stickers, holographic stickers, a few with fuzzy bits. Unicorns. Shooting stars.

It reminded him of himself when he was a kid. He'd done that, once. Got a whole box of rejects, slapped them on his brothers' shells.

"Look at that! I am, in fact, very pretty," he said for Alicia and Belle's benefit, "you guys should go into business as professional stylists! Raph can be your second customer."

"In your dreams!" he heard from the dojo nearby, and he snorted.

He stared again at his reflection, and you know what?

He did feel pretty.

#hold every memory unpublished #wip weekend #cabin 14

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