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citadelspires · 3 years

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P1 - Given how great you're track record's been for doing hypothetical interactions of Amphibia kids with the Duck kids and Owl House kids, let's try doing the Duck kids meeting the Owl House kids and who they'd like the best. I'll exclude Violet for this for the sake of evenening things out 5 to 5. I'd assume Luz would get along best with Dewey (both jump into adventure), King with Louie (could see em teaming up for a scheme), Willow with Huey (eh, more leftover interaction but can work)

Screenshot of second half of the ask provided. Text: P2 Gus with Webby (would totally ask each other lots of questions about their species), and Amity with Lena (both got abusive figures they stood up to and would totally talk about their crushes on Luz and Webby LOL). Would love to see you take on Duck kids and Owl House kids interactions.

First of all I’m very pleased to hear you find my track record on these posts good, they’ve been really fun to write and it makes me really happy people like them! Second I am so sorry it’s taken so long to get to this ask, it’s a really in depth one and it took a long time to write, I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait!

Aight! Oh and one last thing real quick before I get into it. I hope you wouldn’t mind me adding Violet back in, partially due to the fact I love her, but mostly because there’s actually another owl house character I think works significantly better with Louie than anyone else and I really want the chance to talk about that. Saving that one for last hehe. This’ll be another long one, writing below the cut.

Luz and Webby So I do like a lot of the possible interactions brought up by your suggested grouping but my mind went in a few different directions. I’ll start with Luz, who would fit in best with another excitable adventuring partner, as pointed out, but I think the best fit for her in that regard would actually be Webby. While Dewey would no doubt get along great with Luz, there’s a special element to the potential relationship between Luz and Webby that really elevates the potential of their friendship to another level, that being: they both want to eat a hamburger.

An aspect of Webby I wish the later seasons of the show got into a little more, but is definitely something I would consider a core part of her character, is the fact that she got held up in the mansion her whole childhood, with no opportunities to interact with the world around her, have all the adventures she wanted, and most importantly to just be seen as the kid she wanted to be. And while Luz was technically able to go out into the world, the place she found wasn’t one that was willing to see her, or give her any of the chances she longed for. Both Webby and Luz fully understand that feeling of being trapped in your own life, of finally getting the chance to break out and just doing your best to make the most of it. I think there’s a lot the two could gain from spending some time together.

(Also, to borrow the bit about gushing about their crushes but from the other end, these two would totally get sidetracked talking about their respective crushes and also trying to play wingman for each other. It’s a massive comic disaster in both cases, but somehow both Lena and Amity manage to find it endearing).

Amity and Violet Okay wait lemme explain. While the two of them don’t have a whole lot in common at first glance, I think they would genuinely get along extremely well. While a lot of Amity’s focus on school came at the force of her parents, you cannot honestly expect me to believe that girl isn’t a studious nerd on her own anyway. Heck even outside the realm of studies she throws her full dedication into literally every single thing she does. Remind you of anyone? Beyond just being extremely intelligent Violet is clever and ready for anything. She takes everything in stride and always has a plan, she can go from “we were sleeping over and you said everybody get on the plane, so we got on the plane” to “I brought an axe” in a minute flat.

I like to think the two of them would have a mutual respect for each other based on their respective intellects upon first meeting, but as they become closer friends they find they can move from more serious respect to a casual enjoyment of each other. I would go as far as to say that both of these characters really value dependability in a friend, and that they each provide a lot of that. To wrap back around to the stuff about intelligence I think Violet could provide a lot of insight to Amity as far as showing her that pursuing studies and academic heights of her own volition can be something that she can just do because she wants to, and that’s no excuse for unhealthy parental relationships. Getting along so well with someone like Violet only to see that her parents are actually really loving and supportive, that would be really eye-opening for Amity I think. For Violet’s part she could get a lot of help from Amity as far as her pursuit of the secrets of magic goes. I suspect Amity would be much more interested in the study of her magic than Violet would be able to get Lena to tolerate lol.

Bonus Round: Amity would absolutely be a senior junior woodchuck and she would love it you cannot convince me otherwise. She starts quoting the JWGB around the owl house kids and they all look at her like she’s crazy.

Lena and Willow I feel like this one might seem a little out there at first but trust me on this one. Initially Lena doesn’t think too much of Willow, being as close as she is to Webby she knows liking flowers and cute things doesn’t mean Willow is automatically to be taken lightly but she feels like she’s got a good read on her that she generally prefers to avoid trouble and turns down opportunities for violence, which isn’t really Lena’s deal. Over time Lena figures she was right about her first impressions as Willow doesn’t seem to take many opportunities to expose some hidden power, even when Lena knows the people around her kinda deserve it.

She learns to adjust her opinion when she finally does get the chance to see Willow in action and realizes that girl is more powerful than any of the other kids she’s met in the boiling aisles bar none(yes this is my genuine opinion of willow if you don’t think she could kick your ass you’re wrong). It’s at that moment where she starts to pay more attention to Willow and notices a lot more of the strength she puts into all the little things, how much she cares for everyone and everything, and it does a great deal to show Lena that maybe having super strong magic powers isn’t mutually exclusive with being kind and gentle. And maybe gentle isn’t her thing but still, it’s nice to know.

For Willow’s part she’s just happy to make more friends. Especially if the opportunity arises, as I like to think it would, when they’re close enough friends, that Lena would start to hint around asking questions about how Willow remains so casual and nice with the ability to do so much damage, and Willow takes the chance to help Lena figure out her magic a bit more, and learn how to better appreciate it as an aspect of herself she doesn’t have to be scared of. (I mean come on Lena never really learned how to do any of it except barely kind of from Magica of all people she could really use something like that).

Huey and Gus Now there are some certain things about Gus that would drive Huey absolutely nuts. His lack of primary and reliable sources for any of his information being a big one, but at the end of the day I think he’d enjoy Gus’ desire to learn in the first place. Gus would probably be a little dubious about Huey’s “sources” and “citations” but if it helped him get more info on the human realm he’d certainly go for it in the end. In that way the two balance each other out pretty well. Gus is studious and intelligent but he’s a little off the wall, he’s got a big creative streak, and he’s really excitable. Huey is really really good at facts and analysis but he lacks the strength in imagination that Gus has. Huey is able to take all the grandiose concepts Gus is able to think up and help make them actually happen. Gus has that specific brand of an adventurers soul matched up with the fact he’s not actually the type to get into danger and fights, meaning he’s able to drag Huey out of his comfort zone a little and help him reach new heights with his mind that his struggles with creativity prevent him from reaching, while managing to not make him feel like he’s actually in danger. I actually believe the two of them together could get some really incredible stuff done.

What I’m saying is that with Huey’s help Gus could absolutely complete his tunnels under Hexside.

Dewey and King Now this, this is the pair who would go incredibly well together, at the detriment of literally everyone around them. If there is one person King “I Will Rule Everything” Clawthorne should not be exposed to its Dewey Duck. Within minutes of meeting each other the two of them would immediately have so many bad ideas. Between Dewey’s insistence on being the best and most daring adventurer while putting his name on everything and going down in history & King’s trying to rule everything and everyone, the attempts to raise the stakes would be constant and the two would spend literal hours endlessly trying to one-up each other. All in one day they search for legendary treasure, discover an entirely new civilization, try to take over said civilization, create a new species just to name it after themselves, and build statues of themselves in the middle of Bonesbourough. And that’s all before lunch.

Louie Here it is. The one I waited till the very end for out of sheer excitement. I even kept the second name out of the heading thing. That’s how secretive I’m trying to be about this. See, there’s one character in the owl house that works so well with Louie it’s practically canon. Their interactions have so much potential, they each bring so much to the table, I just couldn’t Not talk about it. And yeah, I know this ask was specifically asking about the owl house and ducktales kids, but I just couldn’t resist talking about the relationship between Louie and Eda.

A con artist from another world who was so successful she became nationally famous? There’s no way Louie would pass up an opportunity like that. For his part I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already managed to set up another underworld identity in the boiling aisles, or at the very least that Eda could totally have been to the ducktales realm and heard of his one there.

Either way I’m convinced the two of them would start planning a heist as soon as they figure out who each other are. Eda is a little prideful and wants to show this kid he can’t out-con her, but Louie knows what he’s doing just as much. Honestly with the two of them combined Eda wouldn’t have to worry about losing her stand for a long time. Over the course of their planning and seeing Louie in action Eda begrudgingly gains some respect for the kid, and while Louie was definitely just using her as a learning/profit opportunity at first, he’s pretty susceptible to getting attached.

For Louie, it’s the fact that she actually respects him for being good at what he does. Even back with his family who all love and care about him and all that he still feels like most of them don’t really get what he does or see what’s special about him, so having someone who made a whole life of it be even a little proud of him feels really nice.

And of course, at the end of their heist when they finally have the money in hand, and Eda just casually hands over his half, he stares at her like she’s crazy.

“You’re just.. Giving it to me?!”

“Well, yeah. That was the deal wasn’t it kid? I mean if you really want I definitely have a few ideas for it.”

“No! Uh, no, thanks, I’ll keep it. It’s just that you really remind me of someone, I guess I was expecting something else.”

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heart-eyes-kippen · 5 years

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Heartburn

Hello here’s the angsty fic (with a happy ending) based on that post I made!!

[Title based on the song 'Heartburn' by Wafia because it has major post 3x15 tyrus angsty vibes and so does this fic]

Summary:

He knew it.

He knew that TJ was straight.

He knew that TJ would never like him that way.

He knew that his feelings for cute athletes with sweet smiles and nice eyes would never be reciprocated.

So why did the confirmation hurt so much?

A.k.a Cyrus overhears a conversation between Kira and TJ about him. Drama ensues. [post 3x15, mostly canon compliant]

Word Count: 3849

[AO3 link in the reblog]

“Are you sure this’ll work, Andi?” asked Cyrus, frowning slightly as his bracelet.

The girl flashed him a reassuring smile, giving him a pat on a shoulder as she walked past and began busying herself with putting away the supplies they’d used. “TJ will love it, trust me. If he doesn’t, then he has a very bad taste in bracelets.”

Cyrus sighed, leaning back against the confines of the wooden chair. He’d spent that Saturday morning at Andi Shack making a bracelet for TJ after some serious convincing from Andi. Truthfully, he was still somewhat scarred from the whole shirt fiasco, but the girl had insisted this would be more personal.

Andi turned around again, her smile fading the moment her eyes landed on him. “Hey, don’t doubt yourself, okay? He still cares about you, even if he’s hanging out with Kira.”

Cyrus bowed his head. Doubting himself was something he’d become particularly adept at, but somehow, the more he hung out with TJ the less his thoughts seemed to take that direction. Lately, he’d been feeling invisible to the boy, and his mind had no problem with reminding him about it endlessly.

“You don’t think it’s lame?” he asked, voice soft.

A frown appeared on Andi’s face at that. She paused in her actions and moved back over to Cyrus, holding out her hands to him. He looked up at her with a hesitant smile, taking them and allowing himself to be pulled up from his chair.

“Cyrus. TJ isn’t like that, okay? He’ll never think you’re lame, no matter what. Trust me.”

Maybe it was the unwavering way Andi was looking at him, or how confident the words seemed, but Cyrus found himself nodding.

“Okay,” he agreed, smile widening when the girl pulled him in for a tight hug.

“Thanks,” he added in a whisper, and Andi gave him another pat on the shoulder as they separated.

“No problem. Now - go get your man!”

Cyrus laughed at that, shaking his head as he made his way over to the door.

“He’s not my man!” he called over his shoulder as he stepped out into the garden. Andi threw him a disbelieving look and returned to stacking her shelves.

“Keep telling yourself that!”

Cyrus just rolled his eyes. The cool morning had given way to a warm, even hot, afternoon. The sky was clear and there was sunlight beaming down on him. He found himself regretting his choice to wear a black shirt, but he pushed the thought aside and concentrated on making his way to the park,without somehow managing to talk himself out of giving TJ the bracelet.

The walk was a relatively quick one, and by the time he could see the familiar swingset in the distance, he was already beginning to feel nervous. His stomach was tying itself into knots, and he came to an abrupt stop when he spotted TJ there. Alone.

Cyrus took in a deep breath, then another, before squaring his shoulders and continuing on his way, approaching the park. The shadows cast down onto him by the trees made the heat somewhat more bearable, and soon enough he found himself in almost the exact same position he was before, standing by the park bench near the swings.

He looked over to the swingset, and when his eyes fell on who had joined TJ his heart sank.

This was a dumb idea anyway, he thought to himself, rooted to the spot as he watched Kira speak to TJ. It all seemed uncomfortably familiar, except this time, TJ looked almost... exasperated. Like he hadn’t counted on Kira being there. He was sat on a swing, looking over at the girl with a slight frown on his face as she spoke.

Cyrus considered just walking away again, bur curiosity got the better of him and he began to slowly make his way over, as light on his feet as he possibly could be to avoid any loud leaf-crunching. He reached the tree he had watched the pair from last time, feeling slightly guilty about eavesdropping, but not enough to stop.

“Why don’t you wanna take me to Andi’s party?”

Cyrus inhaled sharply, heart beginning to race as he watched the scene unfold. TJ bowed his head slightly, seemingly unable to meet the girl’s eye.

“I um...I do! It’s just...”

Kira folded her arms, looking scarily as though she knew what TJ was trying to say.

“Just what? We’re friends, aren’t we? You like me, don’t you?”

Cyrus may have been seeing things, but he swore he saw TJ wince at the words. He felt his own face fall at the sight. A light gust of breeze rustled the tree leaves above him, and he found himself hurriedly hiding behind the tree trunk as Kira began glancing around.

TJ finally spoke. “I do like you,” he insisted, “and we are friends...I just...”

Kira let out an impatient huff. “You just what?”

Silence fell for a moment. Cyrus held his breath, shoulders tense as he awaited TJ’s response.

“I was thinking of taking someone else,” he rushed out, “...potentially.”

Cyrus peered around the tree trunk to see TJ standing up now, taking a step towards the girl. Kira let out a frustrated sigh, gaze lowering to the ground for a moment.

“Who?” she demanded, “and why them over me?”

TJ fell silent. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to answer, and Kira nodded slowly after a few seconds, clearly expecting the lack of response.

Cyrus had the brief, hopeful thought that maybe, just maybe, the person TJ wanted to take was him. He brushed it away as quickly as it had appeared.

Kira let out another sigh, except this time she sounded sad more than anything. Cyrus found himself frowning. The girl was clearly desperate to be TJ’s first choice, and a part of him understood why. The dull ache that came with feeling unwanted was one he had become familiar with over the past few years, and it wasn’t one he ever enjoyed.

TJ’s hands were fidgeting nervously now as he thought of what to say. He obviously came up blank, because Kira spoke up again.

“You don’t have to say it anyway - I know who it is.”

Cyrus’ heart skipped a beat. TJ was looking anywhere but Kira now.

“It’s Cyrus. Isn’t it?”

He held his breath as he waited for the boy to respond, and eventually, he gave her a small nod.

Holy crap. TJ wanted to go with him.

Kira shook her head, laughing bitterly as she took a step back.

“I’m really sorry - it’s just - we’re good friends, and I thought it’d be a good chance to hang out with him,” TJ explained desperately, “we can go to any other party you want together.”

Hurt flashed across Kira’s face, before being replaced with something else. Something Cyrus could recognise well at this point. Anger.

“This whole time, you’ve wanted to be with him. Haven’t you?”

“No! I-“

“You don’t have to lie, TJ. I know you like him.”

Cyrus gasped audibly, eyes widened as he hid back behind the tree and tried to calm his racing heart down. Had she really just said that?

TJ seemed to be getting more and more desperate with each word that left his

mouth. “As - as a friend? Yeah, sure! I don’t know why you’d imply-“

“I’ve seen the way you look at him, TJ! You like him! And you obviously prefer him to me! Its the only reason you did the damn costume with me in the first place - you were afraid you’d look-“

“I wasn’t afraid of anything! Look - Kira - I don’t prefer him to you, okay? Let’s just drop this. I’ll go to whatever party you wanna go to.”

TJ turned around and made his way back over to the swings, but he stopped dead in his tracks when Kira spoke up again. The girl’s anger had given way to seeming defeat, and Cyrus felt a guilty pang in his chest as he watched on.

“TJ. Just admit it. You li-“

The boy whirled back around. “I don’t like him that way, okay?!”

Silence.

After all these years, Cyrus had always wondered how people in books could physically feel their ‘heart shatter.’ Sure, he’d felt sad before, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the blind-siding hurt that hit him like a tonne of bricks after hearing those words.

He knew now how it felt to have his heart shatter. Just another thing TJ had taught him, he supposed.

Cyrus couldn’t care less about how much noise he was making now, his vision blurred slightly by tears as he turned around and sprinted off in the opposite direction, one thought repeating over and over in his head.

He knew it.

He knew that TJ was straight.

He knew that TJ would never like him that way.

He knew that his feelings for cute athletes with sweet smiles and nice eyes would never be reciprocated.

So why did the confirmation hurt so much?

Why did it hurt to be made aware of something he’d known all along?

He’d never realised the extent to which he’d unknowingly clung onto the illusion that maybe this time it would be different. TJ was ridiculously nice after all, he never judged him, and he always seemed genuinely excited to hang out.

For a stupid, fleeting moment, he had allowed himself to believe that TJ liked him too. That he laid awake at night thinking about him, that his heart raced just as much as Cyrus’ did whenever they hugged.

But he was just another friend to TJ. And Cyrus had fallen all over again, like an idiot, for someone who would never like him back.

Cyrus thought he could faintly hear someone calling his name in the distance, but his head was spinning at that point and he had no intention of slowing down as he reached the edge of the park. Trees were blurring around him, and his legs were already beginning to burn from running, but he didn’t dare stop until he was certain that TJ, or anyone else, couldn’t catch up to him.

He collapsed down onto his bed about ten minutes later, finally allowing himself to dissolve into tears.

The rainbow bracelet was left discarded on his desk.

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Cyrus squinted down at his screen the following morning, eyes bleary as he slowly sat up and looked towards the window. Sun was pouring in through the cracks in his blinds, and he could only assume that all of his crying had somehow managed to knock him out for the night.

He took a moment to compose himself, running a hand through his hair. The pain of yesterday hit him all at once as he brought up TJ’s contact, letting out a heavy sigh. Scanning over the messages, they seemed to get more and more desperate as time passed.

Cyrus bit his lip at the first one.

1:23 pm

TJ: Hey, I’m sorry you overheard my conversation with Kira, I swear I really didn’t invite her

1:24pm

TJ: I wanted to hang out with you

2:18 pm

TJ: Call me when you can, okay?

4:56pm

TJ: Okay, I’m getting kind of worried now, are you okay?

4:59pm

TJ: Is this about what Kira said? I’m sorry, I really don’t know why she was there

5:28pm

TJ: Please just send something so I know you’re okay

TJ: An emoji maybe? Or a comma?

6:25pm

TJ: I’m coming over, okay? Tell me if you don’t want me to

6:46pm

TJ: Your mom said you were asleep. Idk if that’s true, but text me when you can

12:13am

TJ: I’m sorry.

TJ: I didn’t mean to mess things up between us

TJ: I don’t know what to do anymore

Cyrus could feel his eyes stinging with tears as he put his phone down, pausing for a moment to take everything in. TJ thought he was upset by Kira’s suggestions in itself, rather than his reaction to it, and Cyrus honestly would’ve preferred that the ground swallow him whole than have to tell him the real season he ran away.

Now that his sadness had given way to a dull feeling inside his chest, constantly reminding him of how unwanted he was, Cyrus couldn’t even sum up the energy to cry. He just let his head drop back against the pillow and let out a heavy sigh.

When his dad knocked gently on his door, asking if he could do anything, Cyrus looked towards his desk.

“Yeah,” he responded softly, eyes squeezing shut. “Could you throw away that bracelet, please?”

For a moment he looked as though he wanted to say something, but he ended up nodding and moving forward, collecting the bracelet.

“Sure you’re okay, bud?”

Cyrus smiled. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

His dad nodded again, pausing by the doorway for a moment. “I’ll bring up some water, okay?”

With that, he was gone for the time being, and Cyrus couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off the spot where his ‘not-so-scary-basketball-guy’ bracelet for TJ had been.

Dad <3: Hey Cyrus,

I’m on my afternoon coffee break and I just thought I’d tell you that I put that bracelet in your bag instead of throwing it away. It seemed important, but if you really don’t want it, you can get rid of it when you get home.

Love, Dad

Cyrus stared down at the message for a few long moments, swallowing the sudden lump that had appeared in his throat. He was so caught up in trying to decipher what his dad had meant by ‘important,’ that he had missed about half of what Buffy was saying.

When the girl pointedly cleared her throat he jolted slightly, shoving his phone back in his pocket with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

Buffy put her pen down with a sigh. It was Monday now, and the pair had remained in the library after school to get some homework done. Cyrus’ mind couldn’t stop wondering though, and whenever he thought about TJ he felt that sad ache begin to swell up in his chest all over again. It was cooler that day, probably because of the harsh winds that kept banging doors closed when someone let air inside. The sky wasn’t cloudless like it had been on Saturday either - in fact - Cyrus could barely see any blue looking out of the library window.

“Forgot about it,” the girl sighed after a moment, “there are more pressing matters.”

Cyrus averted his gaze. “Like what?”

“Like TJ,” said Buffy, straight forward as she always was.

He sighed, knowing well that lying would be a fruitless, particularly when it came to Buffy. That girl could pick up on the slightest of expression changes.

“There’s nothing to say about him,” Cyrus shrugged, pretending to busy himself with note taking, “he doesn’t like me. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Buffy just scoffed though, turning in her chair to face the boy fully. “That’s just what he was telling Kira - you don’t know for sure.”

Cyrus found himself shrugging again. “Seemed pretty real to me.”

“What about all those messages, then?”

Cyrus felt his face flush at that. Guilt washed over him like an ice bucket anytime he thought about those texts, and the fact that he never responded to them. He didn’t doubt that TJ was worried about him after all, he just doubted his ability to lie right the boy’s face. Or even over text.

“He thinks I was mad because Kira suggested it in the first place,” he explained, leaning back against his chair, “not because...”

Buffy seemed to get the point because her face softened. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey - we still don’t know for sure, okay? I think you should talk to him before you come to any conclusions.”

“It’s too late for that, the conclusions have been drawn,” Cyrus sighed, a smile ghosting over his lips at the exasperated look Buffy gave him.

She opened her mouth to respond, but a voice from behind them interrupted her.

“Hey, guys.”

Cyrus’ eyes widened comically, and he whirled around in his chair.

“TJ,” he breathed out.

Buffy was standing up in an instant, collecting up her things and giving TJ a pat on the shoulder as he walked past.

“I’ll let you two talk.”

Cyrus sighed again. He had not counted this in the slightest, but he supposed it would’ve been hard to postpone much longer. They did go to the same school, after all.

He glanced up at TJ again when the boy didn’t make to sit down, eyebrows raised. He looked nervous now, hands shoved in his pockets, and Cyrus felt another pang of guilt.

Why weren’t feelings a thing people could just turn off?

“Do you think we could take this somewhere more...you know...”

Cyrus smiled slightly. “Private? Yeah, I guess so.”

He paused for a moment to scan the library, and his eyes landed on a bookshelf row right by the corner that people rarely visited. He packed up his things and left them in a neat pile, gesturing for TJ to follow him.

It was the corner of the library that the least amount of light seemed to reach, however, it was still relatively lit by the small window sitting high above eye level. Pale light was filtering in due to the overcast weather, and it made TJ’s face seem somewhat grey as the boy came to a halt in front of him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

It wasn’t a question, although Cyrus desperately wanted it to be. It was clear that T.J. saw right through what he was doing, so there was no point in denying it. A part of him still wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” he settled on saying, voice soft, “I’ve just been...um...I don’t know. How’d things go with Kira?”

TJ sighed, the hints of an exasperated smile at the corner of his lips. “Cyrus - I care about you. Let’s not talk about Kira right now, okay?”

Cyrus swallowed thickly, slightly taken aback by the words. He gave a quick nod nonetheless, glancing nervously down at the ground.

“I’m...I’m sorry for running away. And for not texting you back. And for avoiding you today. I’ve been trying to get over something, and having you around makes it a bit hard...”

TJ’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “What have you been trying to get over?”

Cyrus averted his gaze to the ground, his hands fidgeting anxiously inside his pockets.

“Um...”

Well. It’s now or never.

“Okay, I have to tell you something. Promise you won’t interrupt until I’m done?”

TJ nodded, and Cyrus looked up again, gaze relatively steady despite his nerves.

“I um...I...” he could already feel himself tearing up slightly, frustratingly enough.

“When I saw you at the park with Kira...and she um, she said those things-“ TJ visibly winced “I...I got upset, but not just because she said them.”

TJ looked confused again now, looking as though he was holding himself back from interrupting. Cyrus continued on, taking his hands out is his pocket when they began to shake.

“I was upset because I like you. And - before you say anything - it’s okay that you don’t like me back! I can get over it! But...for a few days, it just hurt a lot. I’m really sorry.”

TJ’s face visibly softened at the confession. He took a small step forward. “Cyrus, I-“

“Please don’t say you’re sorry,” Cyrus pleaded, “it’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

The boy just shook his though, the beginnings of a smile appearing on his face. “Cyrus,” he paused, stepping right up to the boy and taking both of his hands, “I was lying to Kira. I like you too.”

Cyrus’ expression was stunned for a few long moments as he took the information in, but as soon as he had an amazed smile formed on his lips. “You do?”

“Of course,” TJ smiled, in that soft tone he had reserved specifically for the boy. “You’re amazing.”

Cyrus could definitely feel his heart melting now. He looked up bashfully and bit his lip, unsure of what to do next.

He was currently holding hands with TJ Kippen, which something he had only ever dared dream about doing.

“Can I um...can I kiss you?” TJ asked, eyes flitting down to Cyrus’ lips for a brief moment.

Okay. Someone pinch him.

Cyrus could only bring himself to nod, glad that the other boy was initiating something so he didn’t have to. The only kiss he’d had in his life was with Iris, but he knew already that this one would be different. TJ nodded, breath slightly shaky as he leaned down. Cyrus stood up on his tip-toes, and before he knew it, their lips were connecting for a few moments. It wasn’t long, but at that moment, it was enough for them.

In those few seconds alone, Cyrus could confidently say that kissing T.J. was drastically different from kissing Iris. It felt freeing, rather than confining, without the ever-present worry in the back of his head, nagging him about something be wrong.

TJ pulled him in for a hug after that and Cyrus happily obliged, resting his head against the boy’s chest. He felt a kiss being placed on his head, anddammit, why did he have to blush so easily?

Something hit him then that had a wide smile appearing on his lips. “Hey - I have something for you in my locker.”

The words were muffled slightly by TJ’s hoodie, but the boy seemed to understand them regardless because he drew back, smiling curiously. “Like what?”

Cyrus pulled away fully and gave him a playful shrug. “Guess you’ll just have to come and see.”

The pair, after collecting Cyrus’ things from the table, left the library and headed towards his locker. There was a ‘friendly’ distance between them, although he swore TJ purposely brushed their hands together a few times.

After placing his books in his bag, he rummaged around his front pocket for a moment, letting out a triumphant ‘aha!’ when he felt the bracelet.

Cyrus could feel his face reddening as he pulled it out, turning around to offer it to the boy. “I know it’s not much,” he rushed out, “but Andi convinced me I should make it for you. You obviously don’t have to wear it or anyth-“

“I love it,” TJ interrupted him, smiling brightly. “I’m wearing it every day.”

Cyrus bit his lip, fighting back a smile as he watched the boy slip it onto his wrist.

“It’s gay,” said TJ, “just like me!”

He glanced wearily around the corridor after that, the smile returning to his face when he was certain that no one else was there.

Cyrus grinned and walked forward right into TJ’s arms, giving him another hug.

He was so gone.

#tyrus #tyrus fanfic #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #andi mack #my fics

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mutanitys · 6 years

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part 3/? of my stucky post-it series inspired by the tweet above! starting to think this’ll turn out to be a full-blown fic [sweats]. have some dumb boyfriends ‘text’ the old fashioned way sprinkled with a fine coat of angst. (part 1, part 2)

The post-its become a routine of sorts.

Bucky’s recovery regiment is starting to demand more time out of the ice, and while he’s curious about the need for such frequent checks—and, admittedly, a little disoriented by the drastic changes in his environment—Shuri seems to have a lot faith in her procedures, so Bucky doesn’t dare display even a hint of doubt on her behalf. After all, the girl possesses a bank of knowledge he probably would never be able to hone even if he lived his life three times over.

Moreover, Bucky prefers to focus on the upside of the whole arrangement—that is, waking up each time to two or three square pieces of paper stuck onto the glass of his pod, a grin finding its way onto his face before he can even take his first breath. As they check his vitals, Bucky will clutch the post-its in his palm, greedily reading the neat, blocky letters of Steve’s handwriting, devouring each word of his message. Once the medical devices are detached from his body, Bucky would reach out for the pen, now laid on the table adjacent to the examination bed out of habit, and scrawl out a reply of his own.

Good morning Bucky

It’s evening, but nice try punk. Thanks for dropping the ‘pal’

Wouldn’t want you giving me grief when we next meet each other. Your day’s been good?

The questions and replies most likely have several days’ gaps inbetween, but Bucky answers them like Steve has only left minutes ago.

It’s OK. Boring. Lots of check-ups. What kind of trouble you gettin up to?

We took T’challa’s Quinjet to a small island in the British Isles today—we dropped Vision and Wanda off at their request. Said they wanted to spend time together. Natasha really didn’t like the idea, but I thought we could give them a chance as long as they laid low

PS: I’m not supposed to tell anyone this, but it feels wrong to leave you in the dark

I love gossip. Get up to anythin cool while you were there?

The next reply came with an illustration of a Quinjet landing in the middle of what looks like grassland with a few farm animals, each drawn delicately, hopping away frantically as if in alarm. Chose a landing spot that seemed less populated than it really was. Ended up scaring away a herd of lambs and their shepherd dog away. Felt awful about it, but they eventually continued grazing near the Quinjet. One even tried to lick the plane

These long, descriptive messages are ones that make Bucky laugh most. He can see it so clearly; Steve spelling out coordinates in his most commanding voice, stature poised for any danger that they may come across, eyes alert, chanting stay sharp to the crew as they step off the plane—only to find his calves being nuzzled by goats and sheep.

(If Bucky had his way, he’d be right there by Steve's side, sharing the experience together—but a lot of things don’t go the way he wants them to. This, at least, is mild compared to the disappointments he’d suffered in the past.)

Then there are the playful messages, left like an afterthought after Steve’s winding recounts of his newest expeditions—but eventually their messages veer off in this direction. Easy banter, the kind that makes Bucky feel right at home.

Your hair’s getting long

Shuri isn’t exactly letting me go to the barbershop

Keep it, it looks good

If you like it so much you take care of it

I would if I could

Now, replies like that makes Bucky wince a little. He always tries to restore the light-heartedness in their conversations.

Just kiddin, wouldn’t trust you with my hair

Jerk. And then, on a separate post-it, You look cute asleep

Creepy. Why don’t I ever see you, anyway?

I’m sorry. Schedule’s been tight

Don’t worry. I get it. Bucky doesn’t, really, but he doesn’t want Steve worrying any more than he already has.

You probably don’t, is the reply. (No lie can ever get past Steve, huh?) But thanks for saying that anyway

Good luck with whatever you’re doing

No reply comes for a while after that, and Bucky goes through two cryo sleeps with no answer. On his third defrost, he wakes up to a single post-it note.

I miss you.

Bucky feels his chest tighten despite the smile finding its way onto his face unbidden.

With so much effort being put into writing, his motor coordination is improving faster than Shuri’s initial predicition—a fact she both marvels and grouses at.

“This is good for your recovery, Sergeant,” she sighs when she catches sight of Bucky’s grin once again. “But this long, arduous exchange is driving me insane. They invented texting for a reason, you know?”

“Texting?” Bucky makes a face. “What’s the reason?”

“Efficiency. Saves time, and very convenient. You could be getting replies in an instant.”

As appealing as this sounds, Bucky isn’t thoroughly sold. It’s difficult to put a finger on it, but there’s something comforting about seeing Steve’s handwriting on paper, imagining the time he carves out of his day to write the post it and stick it on his glass, the look of concentration on his face as he painstakingly fits details he loves to infuse into his drawings so much onto the tiny square plot of paper, wielding a pencil in his big hand with the delicateness of a seasoned artist. It’s more than just the message—having the words physically almost feels like having Steve there beside Bucky, and it’s something he’d have to give up were he to resort to electronic messages.

He doesn’t know how to explain all this without sounding old-fashioned or, worse, lovesick, even though Bucky can’t deny he is both in great measures.

Somehow, Shuri seems to understand anyway, and gives him a fond smile. “Well, as long as it’s making you practice your wrist strength, I should have no cause to complain. Just tell the Captain I’ve got a lot of delicate machinery here and he can’t sneak in the room past midnight to deliver his post-its anymore, no matter what he tells my brother!” she insists, but Bucky know from the tilt of her lips that she’s only being half serious.

If this is all he gets—if this is all he deserves to get, Bucky would have no complaints. He would be content to live this way forever, if only he gets to have a piece of Steve each time he wakes up.

Then come and see me when you can

#stucky #stevebucky #stucky fanfic #stevebucky fanfic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #winter soldier #captain america #drabble #marvel #mcu #pre-infinity war #scribbles #stucky post it series

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Adventures in magic with Emma Swan (ft. Killian Jones)

Summary: Emma’s partnered with Killian for one of her classes. Random stuff ensues. For @seastarved Fantasy Pretzel Week: Day Two. Bed-sharing in a Magical University AU.

Dedicated to the Hub's very own Mama Rowling, Clare @mahstatins (who beta'd this and is an all-round stellar person!)

Tagging a few other homies from the hub...

@captainwiley @starlessness @killiancygnus @winterbythesea @the-reason-to-sail-home @dassala @thejollypirate @katie-dub @phiralovesloki @abbadons-little-witch @swanandapirate @lenfaz @zengoalie @shoedonym

And to all those Potterheads, I apologise profusely in advance (I have not read or watched HP so I’m taking a lot of liberties with this). Heh.

(I’ll post the second half later in the week.)

The words stared back at her, emblazoned proudly on the crest carved into the wood, a written warning intended as a constant reminder.

Omnes Magicae Price.

All magic has a price.

It begged the question why anyone would want to involve themselves in the magical arts, much less attend a school where it was the core curriculum, but here she was. Not only does all magic come with a price, it's quite fickle if not handled properly. One tiny slip up and-

-and Emma found herself chained to her partner, staring forlornly at the library doors, hoping that somewhere in the building there was a spell to reverse this.

"This is all your fault y'know," Emma hissed at him.

The events leading up to this went a little something like this…

Monday

Belle French: friend, book-lover, intellectual wonder, and the worst traitor known to mankind.

"I think you're being a little over-dramatic, Emma."

"Actually, I'm being just the right amount of dramatic, Miss French." Emma said over her shoulder, refusing to look her ex-best friend in the eye.

"Really, Emma. The last name?" She could hear Belle's eye roll at her theatrics. Emma sighed, turning to face Belle. She was happy for her friend, she really was. As one of the brightest at Storybrooke University, it was no wonder that Belle was given the offer to move to the advanced class. But it left Emma without a class partner.

"I'm going to miss you," she said, her shoulders sagging.

Belle laughed. "You'll still see me."

"It won't be the same," Emma pouted.

Belle smiled. "Oh. Miss Fisher wanted me to tell you that your new partner will be coming tomorrow. See? You won't be all alone."

Emma mumbled a "Yeah, I guess," before pulling Belle into a tight hug.

"Come on. We'll be late." Emma gathered her equipment, her wand and spell book, shoving it into her bag and following Belle out of the canteen.

Well. What a way to start the semester.

Tuesday

Killian Jones: newbie, charmer, too handsome for his own good, and a general thorn in Emma's side. She should've been prepared for this. Belle had told her. But as soon as she walked into class she saw the dark haired, blue eyed stranger, irritation flared in her chest as he lounged in what used to be Belle's spot. He was waving his wand around, a careless smile on his lips.

And she didn't know what came over her but she stormed over to him, plucking the wand out of his hand.

"So. You're my new partner," she said, examining the wand before looking at him. He scrambled to stand up and she should not have found the red tinge to the tips of his ears endearing, nor the way his accent wrapped around her name.

"Ah, yes! You must be Emma Swan. Killian Jones." He held out his hand and she took it, her lips tugging into a small smile.

"You aren't from around here are you?" She mused as she handed the wand back to him.

"That obvious?" He asked, reaching back to scratch behind his ear.

She shrugged, "You stick out."

"In a good way, I hope."

"We'll see."

Killian Jones is without a doubt the worst partner Emma has ever had the misfortune of being paired with.

Not twenty minutes into the class, he had spilled three potions, cast two incorrect spells (she's sure two of her classmates will be plotting his murder once the effects of his hex wear off), and almost broke his wand.

Emma groaned, resting her forehead on the desk. She turned her head to look at him, her cheek pressed against the wood as she watched Jones attempt to bend the metal rod. It was a simple spell, one she had done several times but this was his umpteenth attempt and all he had managed was a small dent.

This week couldn't get any worse.

"Focus, Jones! It's not that hard," Emma said, frustrated.

He threw his hands in the air, almost poking her eye out with the wand. "Easy for you to say, love. I haven't actually done this before. What's the point of this anyway," he groused, slumping back in his seat, a look of defeat on his face.

"Everyone has to learn basic spells. You're lucky you haven't been thrown out of class yet," she told him, lifting her head off the desk and flipping through her spell book.

"Must be me charming self," he drawled, gesturing to himself as if she needed a reminder about his charming self.

"As if," Emma scoffed.

"You disagree," he pouted.

"Not the point." Emma rolled her eyes, slamming her book shut and moving to stand behind him. "Let me show you."

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, ignoring his sharp intake of breath. She pointed his wand at the rod and chanted the spell. Within moments, it was a bent into a near perfect circle. Emma smiled, dropping his hand and picking up the metal piece. She turned to Killian, placing it on his head like a crown and beamed at him. "See? Easy. Now you try."

She placed another rod on the table, leaning forward on her elbows and giving him an encouraging nod.

Emma was wrong.

This week could most certainly get worse.

"I'm going to kill you," she growled at him as they walked up the library steps.

"Now, Swan. No need to get antsy. There's got to be something in there that'll help," Killian gestured with his free hand.

"For your sake, you better hope so. I have a test on Friday. I can't show up with you on my...arm," she finished lamely, running a hand through her hair, gesturing to the handcuffs.

She heard Killian bark out a laugh which he quickly attempted to cover with a cough. He cleared his throat. "Come on then, love. Time to crack open some books," Killian said jovially, tugging on the chain and pushing open the doors.

Rows and rows of books greeted them, the ancient texts and the faint trace of magic in the air giving a calming feel to the library. Calming, when she wasn't faced with the prospect of having to comb through all these books to find one spell.

"It's quite something," Killian said, a note of awe in his voice.

"Yeah."

"Well, we best get started."

They started their search and two hours in the closest they could find was a spell which required one of them to lose a hand. Killian turned to Emma with a horrified expression, shaking his head vigorously.

"It would be a shame to lose these digits, love," he waggled his fingers for emphasis.

Emma scoffed, pushing his chest with her shoulder and re-shelving the volume. She pulled him towards the next shelf before the sound of her name caught her ears.

"Emma! What're you doing here?" Emma looked up to see Belle rushing toward her, a stack of dusty books in her arms.

"Belle, hey. I'm just studying," she motioned lamely to the pile of books on the desk.

"I think I found something!" Killian called from around the other side of the stacks. He popped his head around, waving a book in front of her. Belle raised an eyebrow at Killian's sudden appearance, turning her questioning gaze on Emma.

"Oh, this is Killian Jones. My new partner," she gestured at Killian who nodded at Belle in acknowledgement.

"Pleasure to meet you milady."

Belle looked like she wanted to say something else but was cut off by Mrs. Potts calling for her. "Oh, I've got to get back. I'll see you tonight, Emma?"

"Yup!"

Emma watched as Belle walked away, giving her a small wave. She turned to Killian, rolling her eyes at the stupid grin on his face.

Killian waggled his eyebrows. "What's tonight?"

"Girls' night," she answered.

His grin brightened, both eyebrows shooting up.

"You're not invited."

"I would never dare to intrude. But I think you’re forgetting something."

He nodded downwards and Emma groaned, snatching the book out of his hand. "Gimme that." She placed the book on the table, tracing the embossed inscription on the front. Alchemy and Transmutation. She opened it, skimming through the contents. Her eyes brightened as she found something that could work. Turning to the correct page, she traced a finger down the path of ingredients.

"Hmm. Any ideas where we can get those?" Killian asked, brow furrowing.

"It's the strong stuff. Granny should have some though," Emma told him, copying down the page into her notebook.

"Granny?"

"Yeah, she's in charge of potions and elixirs. Makes a mean grilled cheese too."

Killian shrugged."If you say so. Come on then. Let's away." He said, helping to pack her things. Emma cringed as she checked the time.

"What's wrong?"

She closed her eyes, answering through gritted teeth.

"Girls' night."

Emma Swan is a genius if she does say so herself. From the tone of his voice, Killian disagreed.

"Are you sure about this?" Killian asked, eyeing her warily.

"This'll work. Trust me," she assured him.

Emma pulled out the garment from her locker, holding it out triumphantly.

"Is there a reason you have an invisibility cloak?"

"Ruby's idea of a birthday present."

"Ah. I see."

Emma handed him the cloak, helping him to put it on. "Just don't take it off until the coast is clear."

"Aye aye captain," he saluted before she pulled the hood up. Adjusting her bag so it covered the bit of chain that was still visible, Emma started the walk across campus, making her way to the dorms. With Killian cloaked she almost forgot he was there, only being reminded when he tripped and knocked into a tree.

"Bloody hell," he cursed, "watch where you're going Swan."

"I'm pretty sure you can see underneath that. Not my fault you have two left feet."

He huffed at that and she was sure he was silently fuming beneath the cloak.

They arrived at her dorm room and Emma entered to see her friends gathered in the kitchen area, responding to the chorus of greetings with a wave of her hand.

"Studying hard?" Ruby teased, a wolfish grin on her face.

"Ruby!" Belle lightly smacked Ruby's shoulder, turning to Emma with an apologetic smile.

"Come on, Belle. I believe your words were 'eyes like the ocean at midday'," Ruby giggled. "I should feel threatened but even I can appreciate that," she finished, smiling at Belle and kissing her cheek.

Emma heard Killian chuckle underneath the cloak and stomped her foot down hard where she was sure his toe was. His answering yelp was all the confirmation she needed and she bit her lip to try and hide her smile.

"Did you say something?" Emma looked up to see three pairs of eyes regarding her curiously and she shook her head, stuttering.

"I- uh- I think I might have to skip tonight. I have my test on Friday. Gotta study."

"You've spent all day studying, Emma. There's only so much preparation you can do," Mary Margaret said, settling a fresh batch of muffins on the counter.

"I know. I just, I'm exhausted. And I've got Principle Mills as my examiner..."

Her friends winced in unison, a stream of commiserations sent her way.

"I'll see you lot tomorrow, yeah?" She ducked down the hallway, not waiting for their response. Once she was in the safety of her own room, Killian threw off the cloak with a dramatic flourish, letting it fall to the floor.

"It's bloody hard to breathe in that thing," he grumbled, pointing at the offending garment. "So, this is the Swan's nest, is it?"

"Yup. Welcome to my humble abode, mi casa es tu casa, yadda yadda yadda," she waved a dismissive hand at her room, the unmade bed, cluttered desk (which she tidied yesterday dammit) and the closet which looked as though it was about to vomit all her clothing out.

Killian laughed, eyes taking in the scenery before he bowed slightly. "I am honoured."

Emma threw her bag on her desk chair and took out her wand.

"Woah, Swan. I promise to behave."

"Relax Jones," she said, casting a quick spell to change into her pyjamas.

"Is that a part of your nightly routine?" he teased, grinning at the yellow duckling pjs.

"No, but I wasn't going to take a shower with you," she told him, stuffing her wand back into her bag. She cringed as she realised what she had said, ignoring Killian's bright smile. "Shut up. Not like that."

"So you would be willing to-" he started, eyebrows waggling. She swears his eyebrows have a life of their own. Considering his inability at casting simple spells she wouldn't be all that surprised if they did.

"Nope. Not listening," Emma sang as she climbed into bed and pulled the sheet up with her left hand. She turned on her side to see that Killian had settled on the floor, his left arm resting on her mattress.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, burying her head in her pillow to hide her smile.

"Ah, I didn't want to presume-" he started but Emma laughed, eyes twinkling.

"Killian," she grinned at him.

"Aye, Swan?"

"Get on the bed."

He gaped at her before nodding and climbed in beside her. It was a bit awkward and they shifted a few times before finding a reasonably comfortable position. His arm was draped over her waist, and her hand came to rest on his chest, their legs tangling together. It was intimate and unexpected but with the circumstances, there wasn't anything to be done.

Yeah. That was it.

"Is this okay?" Killian asked, his body stiff even as he tried to even out his breathing.

Emma hummed, her eyes drooping, the events of the day catching up with her. "Sleep."

"Emma-" she shook her head, cutting him off.

"No talking. Just sleep," she mumbled, her words slurring as she was pulled under. He reached across to turn off the lamp and the last thing she heard was his whispered "As you wish."

#ruhi writes #ruhi does stuff #captain swan #pretzelweek #cs au #bedsharing ahoy!#and me trying to channel what little i know of HP #feel free to just laugh

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