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greensimp · 11 months

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Gyutaro falling in love with a pregnant S/O - with no husband or whose husband left her - and adopting her child as his? 🥺

I love this idea! I'm already doing a fic where the child is biologically his, but it would definitely be more realistic for Gyutaro to acquire a child through adopting one. Whether he'd actually do that or not is irrelevant, anything can happen in fanfiction >:)

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Cannon!Gyutaro x Pregnant!Reader

TW: implied/referenced sex work, foul language A/N: Headcannon-ish format, but more detailed than the average one. Reader is obviously AFAB.

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You live in Rashamon. Like most girls in the entertainment district, you did what you could to survive. And, well, that meant doing a lot of unsavory things.

It was an inevitability that you’d end up pregnant, but unlike many women who do in your town of origin, you were determined to give your baby a good life.

You had no idea who the father was, but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t be much help anyway.

You decided to beg for a place in one of the many houses of Yoshiwara, but you were unsurprisingly shot down at the door once you mentioned you were with child. At least, until you arrived at the Kyogoku house.

Much to your surprise, you were given a place in the house in exchange for your services as a house maid. While you weren’t required to take clients, you were expected to work a lot. That included assisting the Oiran with her many dress changings throughout the day.

This is how you’d catch the attention of Gyutaro.

At first, he’d be indifferent to your existence, only occasionally listening in to your conversations with Daki from within her body. You aren’t the first poor girl to tend to his sister, and you most certainly wont be the last.

However, something you mentioned one day would cause him to shift a bit.

You were from Rashamon.

It was a simple response to a prompt from Daki, but the way you said it tugged at a long-forgotten part of his brain.

Soon, he’d ask you questions vicariously through his sister, much to her annoyance.

The more he learned about your situation, the more interested he would become.

Around the 6-month mark of your pregnancy, it was evident that you were becoming unfit to work like how you’ve been doing. So, you were allowed more bedrest.

You absence did not go unnoticed by Gyutaro, who at this point had been technically talking to you for about 3 months through his sister.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he was beginning to care about your progress.

It would frustrate him to no end. To the point where Daki would forcefully eject him for writhing around so much.

“You need to take out this crap somewhere else, brother! Or else I’ll just eat the bitch and say she ran off-“

Oh he didn’t like that.

One stone cold glare was enough to confirm Daki’s suspicions.

She couldn’t believe her brother was beginning to care about a human. How bothersome.

“Fine, go show yourself to her, then. I’m sure she’ll just jump all over you looking like that.”

He’d indignantly storm off to go and vent, but he wasn’t very careful about it because the second he stepped out of the door he bumped right into you.

You’d yelp in surprise and begin to fall, but he’d panic and catch you before you hit the ground.

You’d seen him.

This was bad.

You’d look up at him in surprise, instantly taking notice of the unnatural bodily proportions and eye color. However, you wouldn’t start screaming or try to run away. In fact, you’d stare.

Daki would immediately try to trap you in her belt, as now you’d know too much, but Gyutaro would squash it with his foot in anger and fear.

“Brother! She saw you! I can’t let her just walk away!”

He wouldn’t understand it, but he’d feel this overwhelming urge to protect you.

“Don’t you dare.”

Daki would be pissed. Pissed and betrayed that he’d choose the well-being of a random woman over his own sister. Had these past 100 years meant nothing?!

“What has gotten into you! She’s just a human!”

You’d just be standing awkwardly behind the strange demonic entity that was suddenly hellbent on protecting you from your Oiran, who was supposedly the sister of said demonic entity. You’d think this was some kind of weird fever dream.

“Wh-what’s going on?!”

Gyutaro would snap his gaze to you, the way his face softened sending a strange tingly feeling through your stomach.

Gyutaro, on the other hand, would be extremely conflicted. There’s this pregnant human woman he, for whatever reason, grew attached to, and his beloved sister. Would he be able to make some kind of dynamic work with you two? One where you can co-exist?

He’d pick you up in a panic and bolt down the hall, leaving Daki scrambling to catch him with her Obi. She was too slow, though.

Wouldn’t this be a funny story to tell years from now. Your child’s adoptive father kidnapping you from his own sister. Well, that actually is what happened, but we won’t talk about it very often for Daki’s sake (she’s very embarrassed).

Anyway, back to running away.

He’d run with you like a bat out of hell straight out of Yoshiwara.

You’d, of course, be stressed the hell out, so he’d have to make the supernatural speed part of the escape a short-lived venture.

He’d set you down before pacing around you and mumbling to himself, neurotically scratching at his skin until he bled.

Out of worry, you’d grab his arm to snap him out of it, telling him that it was bad for him. Of course, when he began to actively regenerate before your eyes, you shot your hand back and stared in awe.

“Y-you’re a demon, aren’t you?”

Shit shit shit shit he didn’t know what to do. Perplexingly enough, however, you wouldn’t act scared.

You felt as though this man had good intentions, and… well… he did look a lil’ pretty… okay very pretty.

“Does… does that not freak you out?”

You’d place your hands on your tummy in thought, the sight of which made an unexpected wave of butterflies shoot through his stomach.

“Well… maybe a little… I don’t really know much about them other than they eat people. Although, I feel like if you were going to eat me, you would have done it already…”

He didn’t know if he liked your blind trust in him or not. Of course, HE knew his intentions were not to hurt you, but how would YOU know that?

Turns out, you would just be really good at reading people. It saved your life a lot when you lived in Rashamon, that fact eventually dawning on Gyutaro in the future.

Gyutaro would finally get to genuinely talk to you on that night. And boy did you two talk.

He learned more than he probably should have for you having just met him hours before.

He would learn that you yearned for a little home in the mountains away from Yoshiwara so you could raise your child without the threat of the dangerous men that plagued your childhood. That was why you were working so hard even though you were supposed to be resting.

The more you indulged in his questions, the more he wanted to give you what you wanted. Your resolve to break your familial cycle of sex work and thievery for a life of peace for your baby only deepened his feelings for you. You weren’t pathetic. You weren’t selfish. You deserved more than this place. You deserved what he and his sister never received.

After convincing Daki to not kill you, he’d visit you in your room every night for hours at a time.

Eventually, he’d do it. He’d be unable to ignore that he’d actually fallen in love with you. He was physically unable to hurt you in any way. Intentionally at least. The mere thought of you bleeding or crying for help would send him into a panic attack. It would be quick, awkward even, but he’d grab you by the cheeks and kiss you.

And you’d kiss back. Why wouldn’t you? He’d become a rock in your life before you had even realized it. You were looking forward to his visits. He’d always bring you gifts and food, it was so obvious he was trying to court you.

After he’d confess, he would secretly set off into the night after you fall asleep to work on a special present for you.

What is this present?

Well, he wouldn’t be done with it until right before you were due to give birth, but he managed with a little help from Daki.

He’d blindfold you and gently carry you into the night, not allowing you to peek.

Once he’d arrive at his destination, he’d set you down and ask you to close your eyes, which you would do.

Then, when he’d tell you to open them, you’d burst into tears.

A little house…

It would overlook a beautiful clearing in the forest where a river full of fish would cut through it. It would never flood, because it was on a hill. You’d never go hungry, because the land was fertile. You’d never have to worry about muggers or assaults from creepy men ever again.

You would bawl into his chest and thank him a million times.

You were forever in his debt, but he’d never ask anything of you. Your love was enough for him.

The house was quaint, and you barely got through the little tour he gave you until you reached the nursery.

That’s where you swear you could have fainted.

“You thought about them?”

“Of course.”

“Does… does this mean you….”

You wouldn’t be able to finish before bursting into a fit of sobs again.

But he knew what you meant.

“If you’ll let me…”

He’d adopt the baby as his own.

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purinfelix · 4 months

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by midnight ⋆⭒˚｡⋆⊹₊ ⋆

pairing: carlos sainz x reader summary: you find yourself at one of the hottest parties on campus, eager to land a kiss before New Year strikes to avoid bad luck warnings: none w/c: 2.3k

a/n: i can't believe this is my first proper carlos fic even tho he's my fav driver - also is this a uni au ?? college au ?? sort of idk ... anw hope you all enjoy this and i wish you all a happy new year !! <333

As you stood in the corner of the dimly lit room, with no company other than the half-empty glass of red wine you’d been cradling for the past hour, you were beginning to question what you were doing at this New Year’s Eve party in the first place.

Of course, your mind was quick to point to the obvious reason - you had come because your friend asked you to. Because she had burst into your dorm room about a week ago with a sparkle in her eye and an invite to a party hosted by what she referred to as ‘high profile university elites’, which you understood as ‘popular kids who were yet to realise they’d already peaked in high school’. Nonetheless, her eagerness and incessant begging had somehow convinced you to trail along with her to the party and the numerous shopping trips preceding it.

You had to admit, there was a tiny part of you that was excited about it. You enjoyed going out and the occasional dance session but after an extremely stressful university semester you weren’t sure you could handle any more chaos or drama. But it was something different, something interesting - something to look forward to in the break routine your life had become. Especially since your friend seemed very insistent on the possibility of you meeting some new “hot singles”, and whilst the dig at your uneventful love life didn’t go unnoticed you let it slip considering it wasn’t entirely untrue.

Maybe it was this possibility that had urged you to tag along with her, despite not knowing any of the hosts or people she had listed out. However, if it weren’t for her constant reassurance that she would be at your side the entire night, you probably wouldn’t be standing at the front door of whatever unlucky house had been chosen to host the event, so dressed up you felt a little silly. Your hands trembled slightly at your sides and you felt stupid at how nervous you were. But, as the door opened for you by a boy who looked like he had already had too much to drink from his crooked tie, you swallowed your nerves and reminded yourself that even if you knew no on else, you had your friend to lean on.

At least, until a mere hour had passed into the party and she was nowhere to be found. She had told you she was going to go introduce herself to some other people and that she’d be back to meet you in the corner where she had left you. And the last you saw of her she had been standing a little too close to a guy you vaguely recognised from one of your marketing lectures, and hand ultimately decided best to leave her to enjoy herself - even if that meant awkwardly taking up space, biding your time, and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Your friend had discussed at length, and much to your dismay, about how this wasn’t just any old New Year’s Eve party like one thrown at a frat house. Rather this was one organised by your university’s wealthiest, most popular, most talented students - which had been one of your biggest turn-offs from it initially. And as you leant against the corner of some vintage-looking wallpaper, you couldn’t help but observe the atmosphere that reeked of elitism, snobbery and daughter laughter. People around you chattered away without cares in the world, donning clothes that surely came from stores you weren’t wealthy enough to know of. Others danced in the centre of the dimly lit room, some moving with elegance and others waved their arms around, drunk on a mixture of whatever expensive bottles their peers had brought.

But, to your surprise, there was something - or rather someone - that managed to catch your eyes from the other side of the room. It was what seemed like the only other person not involved in some sort of conversation, dance circle, or the lips of whatever partner they had brought. And it seemed he had noticed you too by the way his deep brown eyes had locked onto yours, even in the shadowy lighting from where he sat on the cough. He was handsome, there was certainly no denying it, especially not when the eye contact and the slight quirk of his lips alone were enough to make your heart rate quicken. You took a shaky sip from your glass, watching as he ran a large hand through his dark hair that was styled in a way you could only describe as ‘princely’, the gold cufflinks on his shirt sleeve flashing as he did.

He’s way out of your league and your tax bracket, you remind yourself. But there’s something about the way this handsome stranger is looking at you that makes you feel compelled to him. Almost like he’s cast an invisible string around your waist and is slowly pulling you towards him. A grandfather clock in the corner tells you there’s less than half an hour until midnight and the strike of New Year’s, and until you can get out of here without missing too much. Half an hour to work up the courage to go up to him, talk to him, to do anything other than stand her paralysed under his intense, yet insanely attractive, gaze.

Your feet unstick themselves and go to take a step in his direction, until your friend appears suddenly around the corner, her hand already on your wrist. She’s talking to you about some people you “just have to meet”, half dragging you with her to the kitchen. But your eyes are still stuck on him, and he watches you go with an expression that’s equal parts amused and disappointed that your charged staring competition didn’t last longer.

You find yourself in a circle with three other people, forcing a smile on your face and trying your best to act as if you care while your friend introduces you to them. One’s an engineering major, the other in medicine, and the last you can’t even bother to remember, your brain busied with plans on how to get back to the lounge, and the handsome stranger. You nod incessantly as your new company drones on about final exams and papers, eager to have the conversation done with you.

“Well, seems like there’s not much time left until midnight,” one of them says, which catches your attention, and your friend laughs along.

“And you know what they say about a New Year’s kiss, hm?” she chimes in, “that failing to lock lips with anyone after the countdown will bring in a whole new year of loneliness!” She nudges your arm and you swallow the urge to make some excuse, settling on rolling your eyes with a resigned smile.

“You found the lucky guy yet?” the engineering major says, looking directly at you with a suggestive sort of look.

As if summoned by the question, you spot something out of the corner of your eye. A familiar tuft of dark hair snakes its way around the kitchen hallway - it’s him. Now that the two of you are standing you truly get a sense of how tall he is, and you can definitely see that the dark suit he’s wearing is doing his figure justice. He moves quickly, purposefully, as he pours himself another drink and is already making his way out of the kitchen. Though, not before looking back and shooting you a quick smile. The sight renders you incapable of speech and basic function, as you go to take a sip of your own drink and instead spill your glass’ remains onto your dress.

Your little circle erupts into groans and worried cries, your friend trying her best to laugh off the total fool you’ve made of yourself in front of them. Luckily though, it seems the handsome stranger didn’t stay long enough to witness your little accident, so you don’t mind too much as your friend ushers you off to one of the bathrooms, pushing past bodies that move along to the pulsing music. Your head throbs as your friend shoves you in and shuts the door behind her.

“I can’t believe you,” she sighs, grabbing handfuls of toilet paper and throwing them at you as you sit on the closed toilet seat, “that was so embarrassing, and you’ve completely ruined the dress we spent ages picking at.”

You clearly couldn’t care less as you dab at the large stain on your dress with indifference, as she paces back and forth and waves her hands around to express her frustration.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, they all seemed like assholes anyways,” you mutter. Your quip seems to calm her down as she takes a seat on the bathtub rim. She takes a moment to glance at her phone in her hand before letting out a tired sigh.

“And now there’s less than three minutes until midnight and neither of us is getting a New Year’s kiss.”

“There’s nothing keeping you in here with me, you know,” you say, a smile in your voice as you watch her expression turn hopeful.

“You really wouldn’t mind?”

“I mean, I don’t really want to spend New Year’s Eve alone but I don’t want you to as well, I think I’ll manage.”

She lets out a squeal, pulling you in for a quick hug whilst being careful not to get any of the red wine you’ve spilled on your dress onto hers.

“I’ll meet you outside in half an hour,” is the last thing she says to you before turning and leaving the bathroom to rejoin the crowd that’s formed to count down the seconds until midnight. It’s almost funny that you’re alone once more, only now with a gigantic red stain and under the harsh white light of this lavishly decorated bathroom. Sitting back against the toilet, you close your eyes and try your best to enjoy this moment of peace, and ignore the fact that this may just signal another year of loneliness - as your friend mentioned. You can hear the partygoers outside getting ready, pulling out tiny confetti canons and ushering others into the lounge.

“10!”

“9!”

Suddenly, the door opens and you jerk up to scold your unwelcome intruder. That is until you notice it’s him, the handsome stranger. He looks equally surprised to see you until you realise he probably wasn’t expecting anyone to be sitting alone in the bathroom during the countdown to New Year’s. Your throat is dry but you still manage to croak out some form of a response.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he says, and you notice he’s almost panting. You gesture to the stain on your dress with an expression that says “duh”.

“Oh, right, well I just wanted to get away from all the chaos and loudness, you know.”

“8!” The crowd outside keeps going, and they seem to be getting louder.

“You didn’t find any lucky girl to kiss when midnight struck?” you say, trying your best to make light of how insanely awkward this interaction is. He rubs the back of his neck and looks down at his feet shyly.

“Well I did, she was standing in the corner of the room all alone,” he takes a couple of steps towards you and his voice is sheepishly quiet.

“7!”

“She sounds like a loner,” you retort and he lets out a dry laugh. You’re trying to play it cool and act as if you’re not dying to just kiss him already, because you know that’d be too forward, especially for someone like you at a party like this.

“Well, I thought she was beautiful, at least until she got dragged away by her friend.”

“6!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but then I saw her later in the kitchen talking to some guys and figured she’d be more interested in them.”

“5!”

“I’m sure they were boring,” you decide to play along with his game.

“Really?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure she would’ve much rather been talking to you instead of them, and hearing her friend talk about how if she didn’t kiss someone by midnight she’d have to deal with another year of being single,” this catches his attention, his eyebrow quirking up alongside a smirk spreading across his face.

“Really?”

“4!”

“Yep, until she spilled a bunch of wine on this dress she bought and ended up in the bathroom trying to clean it off.”

“3!”

”Sounds unfortunate.” He’s towering over you now, looking down at you with a softness in his eyes and a playfulness in his tone.

“Extremely.”

“2!”

You finally find the strength to stand up too, and almost immediately his hand finds its way around a strand of your hair, twirling it absent-mindedly. It moves to your cheek, then your chin, which he cups softly so that he can look into your eyes properly. You feel on fire underneath his touch. At this distance, he’s breathtaking. His eyes are almost enchanting and you feel tiny underneath their gaze, swallowing a lump nervously. He watches you intently, eyes flickering between his own and your lips - it’s clear what he’s thinking.

“1!”

The crowd outside erupts into cheers and the popping of confetti canons, but you’ve forgotten about them immediately as his lips crash into yours with a passion you realise haven’t experienced in a while. It’s not forceful though, it’s too perfect to be anything else. His hands snake around your body and support you - almost lifting you up into him, and you let him, your body turned to jelly under his touch. All the night’s eye contact, the silent messaging, the tension, has been squeezed into this single kiss and it just about knocks you off of your feet. Finally though, your lips separate, and you feel so dazed you can hardly form words.

“Carlos,” he says heavily.

“Huh?” you mumble, mind still processing.

“My name, my name is Carlos.”

“Oh, right, Happy New Year Carlos.”

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ghostlychief · 1 year

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Hi, your articles about Simon ghost are interesting. Can I also make a request, please? How does he react to a reader with a big dog? The dog is very protective and affectionate towards the reader. and the dog's eyes are different colors. I will send you a photo of the dog.

HELLO!! First of all, thank you for reading my Ghost fics, that means so much <3 Secondly, i love this request because one, i love dogs, and TWOOO i love big big dogs. I hope you enjoy what i threw together, and take care <3

That Makes Two of Us

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader (can read as fem, gn, or male really)

wc: 900+

warnings: none

A/N: I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes lol pls forgive me

You can’t remember a time when you didn’t have a dog. Growing up, you were always surrounded by dogs, and had one by the time you were age five. Later, in your early teenage years, your family got another one. Needless to say, it wasn’t a surprise when you bought a dog of your own, after you graduated and got a full-time job.

When you saw your new puppy for the first time, she was already perfect in your eyes. She had mismatched eyes- one blue and one brown. Her fur was as dark as a raven’s feather, and shiny too. You decided to name her Daphne, after a character from one of your favorite TV shows.

You could already tell she was going to be a big dog, just by the size of her paws when she was a puppy. And your assumption was right, because she turned out to be about 65 pounds, paws almost as big as your palm.

You guys became two peas in a pod, and you trained her well. She was smart, loyal and very affectionate with you. It’s all you ever could have wanted in a dog, a companion.

While Daphne was lovey and affectionate towards you, her loyalty showed when she met strangers. She was mostly weary with men she didn’t know. Sure, your dad and close guy friends were no issue for her, she trusted them and therefore she trusted them around you.

However, newer men she didn’t recognize the scent of, or strangers on the sidewalk (strange men), she immediately became alert, ready to do anything for you, anything to protect you. This personality trait of hers was always difficult when in came to dating. Because more often than not, your fling with a guy didn’t last long. It was a cycle of introducing Daphne to a new man, which took her some time to getting used to, to that man completely disappearing from your life, all for it to start again.

It wasn’t until you met Simon aka “Ghost” for things to level out, be “steady” so to say. You and Simon have been dating for about three and a half months at this point. You both went on countless dinner dates, occasionally got drinks, and enjoyed the city where you both lived. All which required him not to see Daphne, or meet her, nonetheless. Sure, you showed him pictures of your baby, and babbled on about her when you guys hung out, but he hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting her.

You decided that after the fourth failed fling/thing with a guy, you would wait until you were seeing a guy for about 4-5 months until you introduced them to your dog. Not wanting to continue to confuse her, by having her meet strangers, and people that wouldn’t be in your life for a long time.

With Simon though, you guys instantly hit it off. He was a little bit quirky, with a dry sense of humor that matched your sarcasm. He was fun to be around and brought out a side of you, you haven’t seen in quite a long time. You were happy, and you trusted him. You only wished that Daphne would trust him as much, because deep-deep down in the pits of your heart, you were starting to fall in love with Simon.

It was after you guys went to dinner one night, that you brought Simon over to your place for the first time. You were a little bit nervous. One, because you were bringing home a devastatingly handsome and tall man, and two, because you weren’t sure how Daphne would react.

You quietly unlocked your door and ushered Simon inside. After you turned on the lights, you could hear Daphne’s paws patter on your floor, signaling to you that she woke up, and was coming to greet you. Though, when she saw Simon standing next to you, she instantly stopped in her tracks, and quirked her head to the side, her ears perked. Not expecting a guest to be with you.

She immediately started barking, her low, powerful bark resonating off the walls of your home.

“I take it she doesn’t like strangers?” Simon remains next to you, but doesn’t show any signs that he’s afraid of your giant black dog barking four feet away from him.

“Well…she’s a little protective of me.” You turn to look at Simon, with a sheepish smile on your pretty face.

“That makes two of us, then.” You try not to let Simon’s deep voice and confession get to you too much, but it’s hard and you find your cheeks warming.

You just laugh at his statement, and make your ways towards Daphne, to try and console her. Once you’ve got her calmed down, you usher Simon over.

“Ok, just approach her on the side, but don’t turn towards her, keep your body perpendicular to hers. And stick your hand out for her to sniff. This will let her know that you’re no threat.”

He does just that, and effortlessly, which you’re not surprised about. You’re certain he’s often around military trained dogs due to his job.

Daphne reluctantly sniffs Simon’s hand, but you can tell he won her over because she starts to lick him, and then lets him pet her on the head. Her tail starts to wag vigorously, and now her barks are lighter, more playful as she greets your new friend.

With a smirk coating his lips, Simon asks her, “See, I’m not too bad, am I?”

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gaybananabread · 4 months

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Hello, beautiful soul!! For the fruit shop, could we have lee!Hawks and ler!LoV? With banana, orange, and watermelon? Maybe some of those tickle bites/kisses land on those extra sensitive wings...lord knows how he'd handle a raspberry. He's canonically vibration sensitive.

Fruit(s): Bananas, Oranges, Watermelon

Aww hi Anon! I’ve never written for the LoV besides Dabi, so new experience! I do have the character limit capped at four for these fics, so I just picked the league members that I thought would be most fun. Love writing for KFC, definitely one of my MHA favorites to get got (). This is gonna be pre-PLF because it’s just easier for me that way. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lers: Dabi, Twice, Toga

Summary: Hawks is sassing his fellow LoV members, collectively pissing everyone off. While some more violent methods are suggested, the most interested trio finds a way to get back at the birdie without injuring their “asset.”

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

The League of Villains were gathered in their “meeting room,” though only two members were really paying attention to Shigaraki’s spiel. Kurogiri was…probably listening? It was hard to tell with him. Mr. Compress seemed to be engaged, nodding along and occasionally humming. Then again, he almost always indulged Shigi’s rants; it was just the kind of man he was.

Dabi was practically laying on the table, his head resting on his folded arms; he couldn’t care less about the precautions. If heroes ever found them, he’d burn them all to a nice crisp. Twice and Toga were trading a piece of paper back-and-forth, writing little notes and doodles to pass the time. Spinner idly twirled one of his blades, sharing most of his teammates’ boredom.

Right as Shigaraki got to the extra repetitive part of his speech, a smug yet smooth voice spoke up. “Don’cha think you should talk about something new, Shigaraki? This is getting kinda old.”

Six pairs of eyes shot over to Hawks, though most were more excited than shocked; it was something other than the same “we’re the ultimate fighters” speech. Shigaraki, however, seemed less than amused. “Really, hero? And what would you say, since you’re so amazing at speeches?” The word “hero” was said very bitterly; his way of reminding Hawks that he was still on thinner ice.

“Well, ya really haven’t gone over the next moves for the League. We’ve tossed ideas around, but do we have a clear idea? Seems kinda important ta me.” The Decay user frowned, though he couldn’t say Hawks was wrong. He had been laying the hero slander on a little thick, but he was getting angry. Besides, he had a clear idea of what was to come next. He just wasn’t ready to share that big a plan with the bird yet.

“That…isn’t ready for sharing. I do have plans, you just… don’t get to know them.” That wasn’t a lie, either. He wasn’t telling them more than the bare minimum until the day grew closer. Upon hearing this, a few league members huffed and chuckled under their breaths. Even though they knew their leader did have plans, it was funny to see someone make him squirm.

Hawks normally wouldn’t act like that; his main goal was to blend in and find out the League’s big plans without getting caught. That day, however, he was bored of the same unhelpful information, his casual attitude and snark slipping out without him realizing it.

That week, it had slipped out a lot. Everyone’s patience was wearing thin, to the point of them discussing various torture methods and violent solutions. A few were particularly pissy, having a group discussion about what the hell to do with their newest member.

“I’m gonna kill that ungrateful newbie.” Shigaraki growled in a scratchy, annoyed tone. “Who does he think he is, hijacking my fine meeting?!” Toga giggled, though didn’t make any comments.

Dabi spoke next, huffing. “Told you lunatics he was trouble. But no, none‘a you listened to me. Reap what you sow, assholes.” He really didn’t care about minding his language; everyone was a bit pissed, giving him an excuse. Twice decided to put his two cents in, quite literally.

“C’mon, it’s probably just an off week for him or something. Let’s main him; I’m sure nobody would mind!” Toga giggled again, catching the attention of the hothead. Dabi glared at her, crossing his arms as his snarl somehow deepened. “What’s got you all giggly, psycho? Maiming get you going or somethin’?”

The blonde just shook her head, a shit-eating yet lax smile on her face. “You boys are going about this all wrong~! If he’s making jokes, you gotta make him laugh for it to stop! Izuku-kun does it all the time~” She sounded oddly reminiscent at the end… Still, Dabi just scoffed.

“Make him laugh? And you’re still stalking that hero kid? Seriously?” She disregarded that second part, nodding and smiling widely. “Yeah! He’s looking for a giggle or snicker when he sasses you guys; why not return the favor~?” The answer was cryptic, as things usually were with Toga, but it got a certain man interested.

“Return the favor? How do we do that, jokes? That’s idiotic, let’s just do it my way!” His first statement sounded intrigued, so Toga went with it and explained. “Well, that’s one way, but Izuku’s friends make it a lot more fun!”

Dabi interjected, sick of the short back-and-forth. “Fuckin’ hell, just say it, you nutjob! Sick of this!” She rolled her eyes, pouting. “So grumpy, Dabi! Well, I say…we tickle him!”

Every man in the room paused, looking at her with varying degrees of “what now?” for her statement.

“Tickle him? What is this, fuckin’ preschool?”

“Toga, we’re respectable villains, not children.”

“Oh…I mean, uhm, why. What the hell?!”

“C’mon boys, you’re no fun! It would teach him a lesson, and he’d probably stop interrupting your meetings~” Toga said the last bit in a sing-songy voice, making Shigaraki huff. She had won. “Whatever, I don’t care. If it doesn’t work, though, I’m putting chicken wings on the menu.” Their leader left, done with that entire conversation; Toga had his permission, though.

“Are you really not gonna take the opportunity to get back at Hawks? Even after he called you crispy?” The flame user’s nostrils flared; she knew how to play her cards. “FINE! Fine, ya shit, I’ll help! You’re lucky I need revenge… Twice, c’mon.”

The multi-opinionated villain jumped up, seeming mostly curious and a bit excited to carry out their plan. Well, if you could call the vague outline of “tickle Hawks until he stops being an ass” a plan. Still, they were ready.

Hawks was sitting at the bar counter, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He was bored, and the news was rather unhelpful in keeping him up-to-date. He was in a sort of daze, so much so that he didn’t notice the three villains sneaking up behind him.

Twice took one more step, though that seemed to be a wrong move; the floorboard squeaked, alerting Hawks of their presence. He whipped his head around, seeing the three of them “sneaking” towards him. Oh hell no…

He immediately tried to fly away before realizing that he couldn’t; he had depleted his wings in a fight a few days prior. He was stuck with running. The hero took off, zipping into the back room of the bar.

The villain trio followed, though Dabi wasn’t putting his full effort into it. Twice ducked through one of the roundabout doors, running through the back halls. Right as Hawks flung another door open to try and escape, he was greeted by two wide cloth eyes. Not good!

Twice tackled him, calling out to Dabi for the taller man to restrict the winged hero. Dabi grabbed Hawks, keeping his hands pinned behind his back as he practically marched the other man back into the main bar. The flame user forced Hawks to sit, using Toga’s red scarf thing to bind his hands together. “Let me go! When I get loose, you guys are-”

Toga pretty much cut him off, too eager to wait any longer. She bent her fingers into claws, running them down both sides of him. He squeaked, biting his lip to restrain the giggles bubbling in his throat. He failed pretty quickly.

The blood enthusiast cooed, speeding up her tickling fingers. “Heya birdie~! You’ve been trying to get us to laugh aaall week! Figured we could give you your turn!” Hawks thrashed a bit, realizing two things: one, dabi was behind him and very close to his wings, and two, he was completely stuck. Shit. “G-gehet off mehehehe!”

Dabi spun the stool a bit, exposing more of Hawks’ front and giving the two other villains more access. His own fingers wormed their ways between his wing bases and his back, tickling furiously; man was wasting no time. The duality of Toga’s gentler teasing and Dabi’s ruthless scribbles drew deep, panicky belly laughter from him. “H-HEHEHEY! DAHABI, NAHAT- GYAAHAHA!”

“Ooooh, bad spot~ Get ‘im, Dabi!” Toga cooed close to Hawks’ ear, her fingers teasing along his ribcage and sides. Now that the man was more exposed, Twice joined in, his hands as split as his personality. The left was lightly clawing at his stomach while the other was digging into the back of his knee. The most wonderful noise Toga had ever heard left his lips; a snorty squeal.

“Awwwww, Hawks~! That’s soooo cute! Twice, make him do it again!” The man continued to torment Hawks’ knee, pulling more loud laughter and a few snorts from him. “TWIHIHI- *snrk* FUHUHAHACK OHOFF!” “Wow, you’re ticklish! He’s like a human squeak toy!” Toga giggled, absolutely delighted; it was like a deranged kid in a candy store.

While those boisterous reactions were great and all, Dabi was out for revenge, not playtime. Looking over the bird man’s wings, he noticed just how much they were twitching from the scribbling on the bases. The most they would move, though, was when Dabi got closer, his breath slightly ruffling a few feathers. Oh…oh that’s perfect.

Leaning in closer, Dabi whispered in the hero’s ear, the smirk clear in his voice. “Get ready to sing for me, birdie~” Hawks squeaked at the buzz on his ear, his eyes widening when he realized just where Dabi was. Toga and Twice were still going to town, giving him no reprieve. It wasn’t as bad as when Dabi was on his wings, but that would soon change. “Dahahabi noho! Ihi- I’ll kihihill youhuhuhu!”

Completely ignoring the other man’s pleas, Dabi lowered his mouth to the depleted wings, gently nibbling on the very top of the frame.

Hawks practically shrieked, his back arching as he tried to get away. Toga grabbed his waist, both wanting to continue and help out her fellow tickler. “DAHAHAHAHA! *snrk* NAHAHAT THEHERE!”

Dabi just chuckled against his wings, sneaking small kisses in with the nibbles. The other man’s reactions, while adorable, were fulfilling his need for revenge quite nicely. It was also hilarious to see a pro hero absolutely destroyed by something so simple. “What’s wrong, bird brain? Does it tickle?”

At that point, what Twice and Toga were doing was nothing; his wings were horrid, especially with bites and the like. If he could, he’d send his feathers after Dabi to get him off. His wings were left with only smaller feathers, however, and he couldn’t focus enough to control them if he tried.

As much as the man hated to do it, he was really close to his breaking point. Throwing in the white flag, Hawks tried to call the mercy plea, though he had no idea which one to use. “S-STAHAHAP! REHED, UHUNCLE, C’MOHOHON!”

Dabi snickered, taking a quick break from the nibbles and kisses to tease Hawks’ ear once again. “You gotta promise to behave, songbird~ No more sass.” Then, without giving the winged hero a chance to speak, he blew a raspberry right on the base of one of Hawks’ wings.

That man lost his shit.

“NYAAAAHAHA! *srk* DAHAHA-” The man’s laughter went silent as Dabi blew another raspberry, the killer vibrations spreading all throughout his wings and flooding his senses. The vibration sensitivity in his wings was amazing for flight combat, but it was like an Achillies heel in that moment. Tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his thrashing almost tripling.

Toga, of all people, felt a bit bad for Hawks. She liked the bird a bit and had already gotten her fill of his laughter. Plus, the silent stuff was no fun. “Awe, Dabi, give him a break. We don’t wanna kill him; he won’t be able to laugh anymore!”

Rolling his eyes, he pulled his head away; it was almost cute how quickly the man slumped back onto his chest. He was exhausted.

Panting and trying to regain his composure, Hawks giggled off the residual tickles. Both of his wings were buzzing with ticklish energy, his face red and his mind reeling. “Hoho- hohohoholy shihit…” Looking around, he noticed the expectant looks he was getting. He’d rather not risk that happening again so soon. “Ihi prohohomise to…to stohop sassing youhu guhuhuhuys. Hahappy?”

A small sound came from behind him; something strangely close to an amused snort as Dabi chuckled. “Ecstatic. You’re a mess, bird brain.” Toga leaped forwards, getting very into Hawks’ personal space and smiling. “Oh my, that was adorable! You look so cute when you beg~!” Twice chuckled behind her, both sides of him amused with what happened.

The moment Dabi untied his hands, Hawks stormed off, shutting and locking the door to his temporary room in the bar. Having achieved their goal, the three villains split ways, each going to do their respective business. Dabi went to stalk the city’s nighttime scene, Twice decided to play video games, and Toga updated her tabs on poor Midoriya. While they all did their own thing, all three of them were thinking about what had just happened.

Even Hawks, who would have preferred to forget it ever happened, laid on his bed with the event running through his mind. He’d definitely be watching his mouth from then on…

#kasey's fruit shop #mha tickle #lee!hawks #ler!toga #ler!twice #ler!dabi #ticklish!hawks #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #fruit shop event #my hero academia tickle #ler!lov #my hero academia #mha hawks #mha toga #mha twice #mha dabi

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mqonlighting · 1 year

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spideypool thoughts because i am back in my sm/dp phase and loving every goddamn second of it !!

- something about the way their dynamic is actually healthy??? yeah no FUCK the i-can-change-him idea, but rather the I-CAN-CHANGE-FOR-HIM idea??? obsessed and I love it in terms of spideypool

- i am ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN for the legendary fics where spidey gets jealous of himself and is left in a state of pure shock about it whenever wade’s swooning over his latest crush peter parker like SOMETHING ABOUT IT IS SO PETER OF PETER TO DO AND ITS FUNNY AND MAKES FOR A DELICIOUS IDENTITY REVEAL

- coming up to the topic of identity reveals I have a LOT to say about them, first of all I find them so important to the progression of wade and peter’s relationship. it’s important because maybe, on a more practical level, peter feels like wade has so much at his disposal to exploit his identity — but it’s that exact mindset that makes the big moment so special. who peter is behind the mask is him in a state of vulnerability; at the end of the day, spider-man is everyone’s shield and their great savior and protector — including peter’s. he feels like he has to be so strong and brave all the time and have his guard up, but the moment he takes off the mask, it means that he trusts you with his fragmented pieces and trusts that you won’t break them any further. NOW TAKE THAT IN THE CONTEXT OF SPIDEYPOOL, WHERE PETER FEELS LIKE HE HAS TO HATE WADE BECAUSE WADE IS WHO HE IS BUT HE TRUSTS HIM ANYWAYS AND DOESNT KNOW WHY. gold

- this is something that’s like said a lot but there’s something so interesting about the fact that wade and peter as characters actually have very similar principles and characteristic points — they’re both funny, both use humor and quippage to cope with the turmoil and struggle constantly thrown at them, and they were both thrown into the deep end at young age. where their characters begin to diverge are the morals and ideas formed by their unique and individual traumatic experiences and coping experiences. for example, if ben hadn’t died and peter’s rageful side and irresponsibility only consumed him, who’s to say he wouldn’t have become a murderous killer the same way wade was? or even a mercenary the same way Wade did to try and support himself financially and care for his family? and if wade had grown up in a supportive household and learned the price of his actions, who’s to say he wouldn’t have become a hero like peter? EXPERIENCES BUILD CHARACTERS AND THESE TWO HAVE SUCH INTRICATE CHARACTERS

- something about their perceptions of one another physically. I TALKED ABOUT THIS IN ONE OF MY REPOSTS but the way peter is just an average, pretty good-looking guy and every time I write wade describing his features, it’s not “he’s hot” or “he’s sexy” or “he’s a model” but rather the small things no one would find beautiful or even unique about anyone. big, chocolate brown eyes, crooked, bashful smiles, the way he forgets to push up his glasses — literally who the fuck would care other than a person madly in love? EXACTLY.

- in correlation to the previous point, FICS WHERE PETER REASSURES WADE HE’S GORGEOUS IN EVERY WAY AND MEANS EVERY SINGLE WORD. if you love someone TRULY, nothing can be ugly about them. and peter sees the scars and wade thinks he’ll hate it but in reality peter adores it and thinks wade is unique and beautiful and interesting and all of that. AGH warms my lonely lonely heart

- wade would be very happy to do the upside down kiss. this is in fact a fic idea so by any means please treat this as a prompt

- BOTH DISASTERS BUT BOTH EACH OTHER’S DISASTERS!! look I love tired x hyper but something about these two being absolute hurricanes of awkwardness and then bonding over their weird ass references with occasional hints of tired x hyper banter makes my heart sing I honestly just love them (BONUS POINTS IF THE HINTS OF TIRED X HYPER IS DEADPOOL MAKING A FLIRTY STEAMY COMMENT, PETER GETTING FLUSTERED, AND THEN PETER TRIES TO HIDE IT WITH A TIRED EXHAUSTED ANGRY LINE OF DIALOGUE) or perhaps peter realizing Deadpool is a fun guy and unknowingly doing everything in his power to hang out with him mayhaps?????

anyways yep!! some of my incoherent head-empty-only-spideypool thoughts that I would like to share with the class ! < andd not to be a shameless self promoter but if you would like to see these thoughts written out then I’m on ao3 wink wink cough cough >

#spideypool #deadpool #peter parker #spiderman #thoughts #spideypool thoughts #ya know for the soul #spiderpool #spiderman x deadpool #wade wilson #comic spideypool btw pls don’t hate me #I LOVE THESE TWO #ON BREAK AND SUDDENLY THEYRE MY WORLD AGAIN #— mq ☽nshit

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hopepetal · 7 months

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Just wanted to write a fun little ATLA AU fic! Been having a recent nostalgic kick and figured, why not use an idea I had several months back?

I hope you enjoy :)

AO3

The fall air was cool against Impulse’s cheek as he hurried to keep up with Skizz. “C’mon, man!” he laughed out, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket to keep them from getting cold. “Wait up for me, would ya? No need to power walk.”

Skizz glanced back, eyes widening somewhat comically at how far behind Impulse had fallen. “Why don’t you try keeping up, dop?” he teased, though he did slow down to allow Impulse to catch up. “We got places to be, people to see! Can’t just be meandering through Republic City and keeping them waiting all day!”

Impulse rolled his eyes. “I’m sure Tango and his buddies won’t mind waiting the few extra minutes it’ll take us to just walk there.”

They continued to walk in silence for a little, the noise of the city echoing around them. Cars honking, people yelling, dogs barking, the general cacophony of life all around. It was nothing the two weren’t used to, though– having lived in their small Republic City apartment together for years, it was all just white noise. Impulse could hardly sleep without it by now.

They passed by a news stand with newspapers, and Impulse paused briefly to look at the headlines. Something about CabbageCorp and an up and coming competitor, ConCorp. Impulse chuckled softly at that before once again catching up with Skizz. “You think this ConCorp thing’s gonna take off?” he asked conversationally, to which Skizz shrugged.

“I dunno! I kinda think it’s already taken off. Otherwise, good ol’ CabbageCo wouldn’t have paid it any attention. I do think the whole ‘ohh, they’re copying us because they also have two c’s’ thing is stupid, though.” Skizz giggled. “It’s like they think they own a whole letter, man! How crazy is that?”

Impulse shook his head, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “Greedy corporations, man. Ya just can’t stop ‘em.”

Skizz did jazz hands, making his voice go all dramatic. “Ever since the avatar disappeared… no one has been able to stop those greedy, greedy corporations…” He burst out laughing as Impulse rolled his eyes. “Whaaat? C’mon. I’m funny, admit iti!”

“The avatar’s gone, man. I don’t think they’re coming back!” Impulse shrugged. “We don’t need one anymore, anyway. Not like it affects me much to begin with.”

Skizz sighed, clapping a hand on one of Impulse’s shoulders. “Sorry, dimple. Didn’t mean to dampen the mood.”

Impulse looked up at Skizz, mildly bewildered. “I’m not upset. I’m perfectly fine with– Skizz, we’ve talked about this, you know.”

Skizz shrugged a shoulder. “Can never be too careful. Not saying–!” He hurried to correct himself– “not saying you’re fragile or anything, but I don’t wanna bring up things you don’t wanna talk about! Or hear about! Y’know!”

Impulse shook his head, rolling his eyes with a teasing grin. “No wonder you’re an earthbender. Got a head like a rock.” Ignoring Skizz’s jokingly outraged cry, he continued. “So… Tango, did he mention anything about these friends of his? Or nah, was he just gonna leave it up to us to figure things out about them on our own.”

Skizz hummed thoughtfully, trying to think. “Uh… Jimmy and Grian, I think he called them? They’re brothers. Air benders, the both of them.”

Impulse nodded. “Well, hopefully we get along well.”

Skizz grinned. “Yeah. Hope they’re not total airheads.”

“...don’t you dare say that to their faces.”

Skizz held up his hands defensively. “I won’t, I won’t! What do you take me for, some kind of bully?”

Impulse laughed. “No comment.”

They continued the rest of their journey in silence, occasionally making a comment on something or pointing an interesting thing out. Finally, they made it to the park, the sun shining down on the trees and winding man-made river. There was a statue of the last avatar in the park– Korra, her name was? She had died a while before Impulse had been born. He took a moment to gaze up at her weathered features, frowning.

He knew how the story went. Everyone did. The avatar was the only person who could control all four elements, and whenever one avatar died, the “avatar spirit” would reincarnate into a new person. But after Korra, the avatar spirit had just… stopped. There had been no explanation or reason for it, and even after extensive searching, the avatar had not been found. Impulse had been born when the whole panic over losing the avatar had mostly died down into acceptance, but he’d heard of the general chaos and widespread fear during those first few years.

Of course, there were still those who believed the avatar was still around. Impulse had heard some pretty scary things– benders being kidnapped when it was suspected that they could possibly be the avatar. As a nonbender, Impulse had never really had to worry about that, and the whole avatar craze was really just confusing to him. The world was… relatively safe, everything was balanced, the spirit world was open… they really didn’t need an avatar, not anymore!

Impulse had never really been that attached to the story of the avatar as a kid, not like everyone else in his class had. He remembered the first “avatar day” they’d had in school, when him and Skizz as well as a bunch of other kids gathered around the teacher and learned about the avatar in the form of a brightly coloured, highly sanitized children’s book. Everyone had listened, transfixed, while Impulse had picked at his nails. Afterward, Skizz had gone up to Impulse and claimed that when he grew up, he’d become the avatar. Impulse had rolled his eyes at that and told him you couldn’t just grow up to be the avatar.

His parents were both nonbenders as well– their whole family had, though if you traced his lineage back far enough there were some firebenders and earthbenders in the mix. Impulse had never been too unhappy with his nonbender status. Aside from a few bullies in middle and highschool, things were pretty good as a nonbender. He didn’t have to worry about all those strict laws about bending and there was no pressure for him to go off and become some master bender. Instead, he could focus on what really mattered to him– engineering and technology.

So, yeah. Impulse had never been all too attached to the avatar. Not like some people were. But still, gazing up at the old statue, something deep inside him urged him to reach out and touch it. Just once. Even though it was probably really gross and dirty. And Impulse was, well, impulsive.

So he reached out and brushed his fingers against the stone, warmed by the sun.

For a moment, he expected something to happen. Maybe some sort of magic, glowing, maybe a voice or whatever. Which, now that he was thinking about it, was kind of stupid. Why would a lifeless statue start glowing? That was crazy.

“Dop! C’mon, man! Jeez, you cannot keep up today!”

Impulse pulled away, giving one last look up at the statue before running to catch up with Skizz. “Sorry. I think I caught a case of avatar-worship,” he weakly joked, and Skizz rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, dude. Let’s go!”

Soon enough, they spotted Tango standing with two other men. The firebender was bundled up in a red and gray jacket and black sweatpants, his hands gesturing wildly as he chatted with his friends. The shorter airbender wore a cream coloured t-shirt tucked into brown pants, thin glasses sitting on his nose as he listened to Tango talk. The taller one wore a white shirt, a jean jacket, and black jeans.

Skizz raised a hand in greeting. “Heyyy! Tango top, over here!”

Tango shot up, turning around with a big smile on his face to greet Skizz and Impulse. “Hey! Hey, guys! Oh, man, it’s so great to see you again!” He hugged Skizz, before pulling away and patting Impulse on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy! How you been?”

Impulse grinned, crossing his arms. “I’ve been doing alright, man. Nice to see you, too.” He glanced up. “And you must be…”

The taller airbender stuck out a hand. “Jimmy! Pleasure to meet you, mate!” He gave Impulse’s hand a shake, then Skizz’s. “And this is my older brother, Grian.”

Grian nodded, making no move to shake either Impulse or Skizz’s hands. That was fine– some people just didn’t like being touched. “Nice to meet you,” he said simply.

“So!” Skizz started, “how did you two meet our man Tango?”

Jimmy went to speak, but Grian interrupted him. “We met at school, actually!” he chimed, giving a slight smile. “Tango and I did, at least. Then he met my brother through me. They’re much better friends, though. Even though I was here first–”

Jimmy smacked Grian. “Oh, you be quiet! Anyway…” He looked back up at Skizz and Impulse with a wide grin. “Sorry about my brother. He can be really annoying sometimes!”

Skizz laughed. “Nah man, don’t worry about it at all. Impulse is the same way.”

Impulse shot Skizz a shocked glare. “What do you mean?! I most certainly am not the same way, you take that back!”

Tango wheezed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Well, I can tell you guys are gonna get along well. What do you all say to going out for lunch?”

“Sounds like a great idea!” Grian smirked. “So long as you’re paying.”

Tango waved him off. “Of course, of course! I wouldn’t dream of making you guys pay! It’s my treat.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent swapping stories and laughter. The lunch was really good– Tango took them to a traditional fire nation restaurant and explained the whole story there. Impulse of course made sure to wash his hands before eating though– he had just touched a probably very dirty statue, after all. While overseas, he met Grian at some club. After, he’d met Jimmy and hit it off with him. They’d been hanging out with each other and occasionally Grian and Jimmy’s half sister Pearl, and when it had been time for Tango to go back to Republic City he’d asked the three if they’d like to come with him. Grian and Jimmy had agreed, but Pearl had some sacred water tribe duty to attend to so she wasn’t able to come.

Impulse really would’ve loved to stay longer, but something felt a little off. He was starting to get a bit of a headache that refused to go away no matter how much water he drank. So sadly, he had to cut his day a little short.

“Do you want me to come with you, dop?” Skizz had asked, sounding slightly concerned as Impulse gathered his things and zipped up his coat.

Impulse had shook his head, giving Skizz a small smile. “Nah, Skizz. I’m all good to go home alone. You have fun, alright?” His eyes met Grian’s, then Jimmy’s. “It was nice meeting you two, and I hope we’ll be able to hang out again soon. See ya!”

And with that, he headed back to the tiny apartment he shared with Skizz, the evening air a welcome relief to his warm skin. He huffed out a small breath as he walked, the warmth of his breath meeting the cold of the air to turn into a small cloud. It was getting colder out fast– or maybe Impulse was just abnormally warm.

He got back to the apartment, struggling slightly with the lock before he was finally able to get the door open. He hung up his jacket and kicked off his boots, washing his hands before getting himself a glass of water and grabbing some pain medication. Quickly finishing the glass of water, Impulse plopped himself down on the couch and closed his eyes, just trying to let himself relax.

For some reason, the image of the last avatar’s statue came to mind as he relaxed, letting himself drift off to the muffled sounds of city life on the streets below. The more he thought back to it, the more stupid he felt– why would he think that touching a statue would do anything? Why would he even touch the statue in the first place?

All questions for future Impulse, he supposed.

For now, he simply wanted to sleep.

#my writing #twhcfau #<- the title of the fic is the world has changed forever so thats the au name #impulsesv #skizzleman #tangotek #grian #jimmy solidarity

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glorf1ndel · 1 month

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Glorestor please!!! (silm blog @mae-it-be-an-evening-dhros)

Your ask inspired me to write the first chapter of a Glorestor fic! Hope you enjoy. :D Also on Ao3 here!

Darling (800 words, Glorestor)

“Who’s the cutest little thing of all time?”

Not again, Erestor thought. The counselor was standing in the corridor outside Elrond’s office, talking to Lindir about Second Age musicians, but at the sound of Glorfindel’s voice, he pursed his lips in annoyance. Over the past few weeks, the captain had become overly flirtatious with the counselor. It was almost as if he knew about Erestor’s interest in him; after all, who in Imladris hadn’t fallen in love with the golden-haired hero of Gondolin? But no, Erestor kept a tight lid on his feelings. Still, Glorfindel would take every opportunity to mess with him, whether they were alone or in public. Random touches, winking, even the occasional whisper in Erestor’s ear. And the worst part of it all? The pet names. Quite frankly, being called cutie or sweetheart was becoming unbearable.

Erestor whirled around, prepared to tell the captain off–

“I’ve had enough of this nonsense, Glorfindel–“

Only to find himself facing, yes, Glorfindel, but also… A cat? A kitten, actually. The captain had crouched down and was petting the small, furry creature, his gaze filled with adoration. Upon hearing the counselor, he looked up and smiled.

“Erestor! Come see who I found!” Glorfindel picked up the kitten, then rose to his feet. “Aren’t you the sweetest, most lovely baby?” He cooed.

Erestor hesitated, his words catching in his throat.

“Oh, Eru, you thought he was talking to you?” Lindir whispered.

“Shut up, Lindir!”

“Come here,” Glorfindel called again.

Erestor took a deep breath and walked over. Thankfully, Lindir did not follow, but his laughter echoed down the corridor. At least Glorfindel seemed to not have heard the minstrel’s teasing, or that would have been the end of Erestor.

“I just found this kitten wandering the corridors.”

Shaking off his nerves, Erestor took a good look at the kitten, which had settled comfortably in Glorfindel’s arms. A girl, he acknowledged. The kitten had long, black hair and blue eyes that were slowly closing as she fell asleep.

“I think I’m going to keep her. What should her name be?”

“She probably belongs to someone, Glorfindel.”

“Well, I suppose I can ask around. But if nobody says anything, she’s mine.”

“All right.” Erestor said with a shrug. “I don’t know how you have time to take care of a cat.”

“They’re not very high maintenance. I had one back in Gondolin; his name was Sunnybell. He was always wandering around the grounds, doing what he pleased.”

Erestor smiled slightly. Whenever Glorfindel talked about his time in Gondolin before the city’s fall, it was with a fondness that lit up his face. Even Erestor could not deny that seeing Glorfindel smile was a pleasant thing.

“Well, I hope you can come up with a better name for this one than Sunnybell.”

“Now that I’m thinking about it,” Glorfindel mused, “she kind of looks like you. With the black hair and blue eyes.” He stroked the kitten’s fur gently. “Maybe I’ll name you Erestor.”

“Absolutely not. Besides, Erestor is not a name for a female cat.”

“Erestorellë, then.”

“Glorfindel, I am vetoing your giving that cat any version of my name.”

“Aww, but wouldn’t you want the most adorable sweetheart in the world to be called Erestor?”

He snorted and crossed his arms. The words left his mouth immediately:

“From all the ridiculous things you’ve been saying lately, I thought I already was.”

Glorfindel stilled. Slowly, his gaze crept up from the kitten to Erestor. That was when Erestor realized he’d made a mistake, because the look in Glorfindel’s eyes was amused, yes, but more than that, it was knowing.

“Erestor, are you jealous of this cat?”

“What?” He hissed, fighting to keep himself from blushing. “Don’t be daft.”

Glorfindel shook his head, his blond curls swirling around his shoulders. The sudden movement made the kitten stir, and she started playing with Glorfindel’s hair. Oh, to be in Glorfindel’s arms, Erestor thought, like a fool.

“You are!” Glorfindel insisted. “You don’t want me to call this kitten cute, or sweet, or lovely, because you want to be the only one I call those things.”

“What I want is to wipe that smug look off your face.”

“With your lips.”

“You are a horrible Elf,” Erestor said, because how in Middle Earth was he supposed to respond to that? “Stop teasing me. And don’t give this cat my name.”

Glorfindel only shrugged, which gave Erestor an opening to walk away. He swiveled on his heel, prepared to flee the scene. Of course, Glorfindel chose that very moment to call out,

“If you say so, darling!”

Keep walking, Erestor told himself, even as Glorfindel’s laughter made his heart ache. He would have to spend less time around the captain, especially now that Glorfindel had found the kitten. It would not do to get used to this.

#lotr #lord of the rings #silm #silmarillion #glorestor #glorfindel #erestor #lindir #tolkien #tolkien fic #lotr fanfic #silm fic

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noperopesaredope · 1 year

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I am a hardcore Collector apologist, and I will stand by them forever. I do believe that they aren’t truly malicious, they just don’t realize that what they’re doing is wrong.

But I also kinda like it when fanfics portray them as both blissfully naive and straight up sadistic at the same time. It’s honestly one of the things that draws me to his character. Sure, I adore it when the Collector is just an easily manipulated little kid, but I also like seeing portrayals of them in which they describe how he will violently maim someone. I actually like seeing both portrayals at the exact same time.

One of the things that I like about the Collector is what I call “Terrifying Innocence.” The Collector is definitely a naive little kid and mentally quite innocent and impressionable, but here’s the thing about little kids: they can be really fucked up. Even the sweetest and most kindhearted children can be scary af.

Cognitive empathy is mostly a learned trait rather than an inherent one. Children do not come out of the womb with the knowledge that other beings have feelings and that their actions affect others, and this is clearly the case with the Collector. So they can commit different types of violence with no reaction, as they might not be aware that it is wrong.

It’s like children who torture ants during recess. They are more fascinated by it than anything, and they don’t fully process how cruel they are actually being. When you don’t understand that other people experience pain, can’t properly empathize with it, or generally feel extremely removed from it, you become fascinated by it. It’s the same reason people like true crime or even slasher horror.

Honestly, as I said, I kinda like it when the Collector is shown to be weirdly playful upon seeing horrific things. It’s because he feels less like a sadistic ass like Belos, and more like someone who is really into slasher movies. Little kids are into violence a surprising amount.

I have been told that I’m a very compassionate person (I don’t completely believe that I am, but a bizarre amount of people have told me this, so I guess it’s true), but as a kid, around the Collector’s age, I had multiple “disaster” phases

I had an obsession with the Titanic for a while, particularly the part where hundreds of people died. I had an even bigger obsession with Pompeii, and upon seeing a museum exhibit with some of the preserved bodies, I actually took a good few minutes imagining how each individual person died and what their last moments were like. Fucked up, I know, but it happened.

Children don’t typically go out of their way to hurt others once they realize that their actions can hurt others, but they will occasionally watch (from a distance). I imagine that the Collector is like this as well. Maybe they did watch Belos hurt the Grimwalkers and were still playful about it.

I even brought up a small potential headcanon that they (slightly unintentionally) gave Belos ideas. Kinda like “what if you EXPLODED one of them? Ooh- ooh- or...you could THROW THEM IN LAVA!” Not an evil whisper-in-your-ear kinda way, more like asking a preschooler to describe what they think demons would do to people in hell or something. Kids get creative with it.

It wouldn’t be that he truly meant harm the way Belos did, they would do it because they found it interesting. They don’t understand other people’s pain, and therefore just experiment without realizing how bad their actions are. It’s interesting to me to read portrayals of the Collector where they are still show in a sympathetic light and he’s clearly just a little kid, but he also doesn’t really seem to care about others that much.

It’s realistic in a way that I like and captures the spirit of the messiness that is a child’s morality. They aren’t evil or completely sadistic, they just don’t see the severity of their actions and are mostly self-centered in terms of worldview.

So, in conclusion, we need more fics where the Collector is a blissfully innocent kid with a love for slasher films.

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italoniponic · 1 year

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Just the Two of Salmon(us) | Sebek Zigvolt

Synopsis: You invite Sebek for a small lunch date on the weekend over this restaurant that you came to know that serves the best salmon of the region. And, with Sebek being Sebek, hilarity obviously ensues.

Sebek Zigvolt x gender neutral reader / small scenario / fluff, hc lore and silly crack / reader has the most difficult love rivals / 1090 words / use of “you” pronouns

Notes: I dedicate this for all Sebek stans and simps, inspired by @estcaligo ’s awesome art about the biggest rival against sebyuu: salmon! this man is a clown m-maybe i love him??? idk It’s a bit shorter than my usual scenarios but considering that it’s a simple idea and I was writing more for fun, I couldn’t extend much. I could. Believe me. You maybe had read my latest Sebek scenario, it was loooong. But I have other fics and things I need to write before my guilt hunt me down~ hope this is good enough for at least make someone smile a bit <3

Just the Two of Salmon(us)

You didn’t know how to react to that scene. While you were still on your first plate, Sebek was finishing cleaning the fifth grilled salmon dish he had ordered. You glanced at the restaurant owner who stared back at you, the two of you connecting your souls in only two thoughts: “How could Sebek eat so much and would he have enough money to pay?”

Not that you were ignorant about this fact when you invited your boyfriend to lunch on the weekend. You just assumed that he wouldn’t ask for five plates at once. But, then again, you should have seen that coming.

All you wanted was to spend time with Sebek and rescue him from whatever meal Lilia would be making — or trying to make — at that moment in Diasomnia.

Sebek has never been more grateful. Of all humans, you were the most formidable for being able to help him in these moments of despair. When all seemed lost, you would emerge in your mortal littleness to reach out to him.

The only guilt Sebek felt was that he needed to leave Malleus in Lilia’s culinary inept hands — but even if it would cost him to say it out loud, he trusted Silver to take care of everything.

Anyway, Sebek’s mind was quickly distracted when he saw the large sign of the seafood restaurant you were taking him to. That fisherman’s restaurant got the best fish in the area, among other sea species. You chose the place precisely because you heard so many good things about their salmon.

Sebek felt a little embarrassed at first when you commented that you realized how obsessed he was with salmon — your words, precisely.

It was indeed an interesting discovery. While you were waiting for your requests, Sebek talked about how the fishing culture in the Valley of Thorns wasn’t as strong as the humans do but fishes could constitute some parts of the fae cuisine, especially in surviving training.

As a complete territory, the extension of the Fairy Briar Valley was isolated by the sea, and the Flower faes’s region had more freshwater lakes and rivers with small fish.

However, Sebek’s grandfather sometimes personally went fishing for salmon in the sea and would bring it when he returned from these kinds of occasional trips.

Old Thoth Zigvolt used to only bring salmon for his daughter, in a way to get a little closer to her — though he was still stubborn about not approving of her marrying a human. But when little Sebek was delighted to taste a grilled salmon dish made from the fish caught by his grandfather, he started doing it for the bright smile his grandson would give him.

Since then, both Thoth and Sebek’s older siblings started taking him to salmon fishing. On the occasions when the grandfather couldn’t go, Osiris and Serket went to explore the shores of the sea and some nearby rivers with their little brother.

So much so that salmon carpaccio became his favorite food.

“It reminds me of home,” was Sebek’s usual comment on the subject.

These words were finished by a big smile, whose white teeth shone like lightning in the dark night. It was the same smile Sebek had on his face as he wiped his lips with the napkin. More than satisfied, he was completely, genuinely happy.

You put your fork aside for a moment, sighing but smiling too. He was so adorable.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have any crumbs on my face?,” Sebek asked, passing the napkin in his mouth once again.

“No. It’s just... I'm glad to see you seem to be having fun.”

“And how could I not? Salmon is such a wonderful fish and the chef here is to be congratulated. The cooking point, the seasoning, the preparation, the presentation... I would not be ashamed to invite the Young Master to come and feast on such good food. And that’s a lot considering they’re humans and the Young Master is used to the finest cuisine in the royal palace. However! These salmon are tender, practically melt in the mouth. My taste buds feel blessed!”

“I’m happy to hear that, really,” you laughed. “Is it okay if we go now? We still have a few more things to do.”

Sebek nodded and you called the waiter to ask for the bill. To your surprise — and all the employees’ too — your boyfriend had enough money to cover his share.

But Sebek still went on to talk about how nutritious salmon was, the quality of the fish was second to none and that next time they should invite Malleus to lunch there.

“But then it wouldn’t be a date,” you tried to argue. “Like... you know, a date between the two of us.”

“I understand. But after you have revealed to me this restaurant that serves the best salmon on the island, it is my duty to ensure that the Young Master is also graced with this knowledge and... w-why are you looking at me like this now?”

You stared deadpan at Sebek.

“Can I ask you a question and you will answer it sincerely?”

The half-fae didn’t understand at first, however, given your gaze, he agreed in the same way.

“Imagine a hypothetical scenario: near a strong river stream, someone is burning salmon on the grill while me and Malleus are drowning in the river. Who will you save first?,” you launched the challenge.

“Well, of course I save…”

Sebek stopped in mid-sentence. He held his chin for a moment, thinking about the possibilities and scenarios. As the minutes ticked by, Sebek grew increasingly desperate in his internal questioning, reassessing priorities and urgencies. His expression went into such agony that your brief impatience turned to pity.

And pity, inevitably, turned out to be amusement. You laughed softly and touched Sebek’s shoulder affectionately to relieve his stress — you could see the storm that was his thoughts.

“Nevermind. Part of me knows it would be even harder if I included your mom and Lilia in the middle of it,” you said, taking his hand and continuing on the walk back to school.

“I'm sorry I failed your test, dear. I must get stronger to make better decisions in less time!,” Sebek proclaimed, determination in his eyes.

You smiled, always charmed by his inexhaustible energy. One thing quite clear was that Sebek had only three things he valued more than anything in life: you, Malleus, and salmon.

You just gave up asking in what order.

Special notes: Sebek's heart is big enough to squish the three of them inside, that's my theory.

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #fluff with more comedy #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

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freaky-munson · 2 years

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Rude p.1

masterlist

Summary: Eddie Munson really wants to marry Y/n Hopper but her dad strongly refuses; based on song “Rude” by MAGIC!

fic is kinda au

Warnings: a little bit of angst, mostly fluff

Words: 1,387

introduction part one here part two part three part four part five epilogue

Y/n Hopper was simple gal. She was good at school, but you wouldn’t say she was the best student. She was nice, but when someone went after her loved ones, she would go feral. Quite popular but no one dared to say that Jason and his clique were her close friends.

Although she liked the state of that. She never really cared about this whole high school hierarchy. Why would she stop talking to interesting and fun people just because some douchebags were narrow minded, threatened her to lose some “high position” in this messed up hierarchy and without any good reason called them “freaks”?

The girl was really glad she didn’t listen to those people. Especially when and her sister’s little friends were part of the Hellfire group - and jocks calling them these atrocious names really pissed her off. The second factor that made her pleased with her decision was that when she randomly sat with them at lunch, she met her lovely boyfriend.

“Why would you sit with them princess? You know there is always place next to me or even better - on my lap” before her relationship with Eddie, Jason was really testing her patience; she has already rejected him lot of times but that didn’t seem to work very well.

Also Y/n knew that Chrissy was blindly in love him. She kinda pitted her, seeing Jason flirt with 90% of girls in the school and coming back to her when it was convenient had to be hard for the cheerful girl.

She liked coming back to those sweet memories of meeting and getting to know love of her life. Chief’s daughter adored the nervousness and little stuttering of the boy when she first talked to him.

“I really like your smile. By the way, I’m Y/n, second, more official babysitter of those little rascals there” pointing at Dustin, Mike, Will and Lucas with left hand, shaking Hellfire’s president hand with other.

When he looked in her eyes, the world seemed to stop and all he could focus on was the warmth of her hand and pretty smile.

Only when he felt kick on his right shin, due to Dustin’s action and some muttering under his breath about how only after few seconds he already fell so hard, Eddie introduced himself, surprisingly losing his usual charm and confidence.

Y/n’s eyes were laughing but not in an insulting way, but in more an admiring and sweet way. As well as Eddie, you could see she fell in love at first sight. All of Hellfire members could sense it too. The lovesick look in their eyes were a little bit to hard to miss. So naturally most of older boys made bets on how long it will take the slightly oblivious pair to ask the other one out.

Thanks to Y/n’s boldness it only took them 2 weeks of small talks during lunch and occasional late night phone calls to go on the first date. It was really simple meal at the diner on the outskirts of Hawkins with some delicious milkshakes on the dessert.

She knew her dad was really overprotective and the latest she could ever come home was 10 pm, even when Steve was driving her home after their common hangouts with Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. Because no matter how his daughter reassured him that the boy with pretty hair was only and will only be her friend, he still didn’t trust the old high school king - after all he was a boy spending time with his precious angel.

So when during that date the couple was so invested in themselves that didn’t see the time flying, which to them - seemed to fly with the speed of light, and left only when waitress kindly asked them to leave, seeing midnight on the clock brought glimpse of fear on her face. She knew that her dad that would ground her for weeks if he was present at home and realised she was out on the date so naturally the girl was glad her father worked the night shift and El decided to have sleepover at Max’s house.

After that meeting they were inseparable to the point where all their friends were jokingly rolling their eyes and pretended to throw up when they saw them together. But in the end they were just happy that the two of them finally found their other halves.

On the other hand was Jim Hopper. Simply, he didn’t like the boy. Even more than the Harrington boy. What was worse, even more than Mike, Eleven’s boyfriend.

It wasn’t even the fact of tattoos covering his whole body, the way he dressed or kind of music he listened to.

He was just afraid. He couldn’t remember all the times he caught him speeding or demolishing school property. He remembered the older Munson and his law violations. He didn’t want her daughter to be in any danger.

Unfortunately it was one of the little amount of things that always brought arguments between daughter and father.

She hated that he even dared to compare Eddie to his assholish father. She knew him like no one else and she was sure that Eddie was the man his sperm donor could never be.

“What’s going on in that little, pretty head of yours love?” the soothing voice of her partner brought her back from journey through memories.

She smiled widely and kissed the side of his neck. “You of course. Ever since we met you are the only thing that’s on my mind. I suppose you and your fellow devil worshipers put a spell on me” she answered truthfully with a tease in her tone.

Rolling his eye the curly haired man hugged her closer kissing her head. „I would say that it is the other way darling. You remember how mushy and red I was the we met? That was so out of character!” she laughed gently at his dramatics and raised her head from his chest.

“I think that deeply you are not big, bad metal head you want people to think you are but a sweet” she kissed his forehead “gentle” then his nose “pretty cute” two more kisses landed on his cheeks “teddy bear” girl ended her statement by kissing him passionately on his pink plummy lips.

He automatically reciprocated the kiss, nibbling on her lower lip.

“Yeah right, as if someone would believe your lies” his hand went on her ribs and started to tickle her with all the power they got.

Beautiful laughter could be heard in whole cabin. Not avoiding the ears of Jim who sat comfortably on the couch with Joyce cuddling to his side. He immediately stiffened what was picked up by the Byers woman.

“Hop” her fingers tried to loosen up the fist that formed due to annoyance he felt at the moment. “At least the door is open. 3 inches, just like you ordered.

That matter did not seem to cheer the man.

“I know, but it doesn’t change the fact that i simply don’t like him, He’s bad news Joyce”

“I think he’s actually very sweet. He really helped boys accumulate to school. Especially Will since you know that he is sensitive boy.”

“Yeah, and occasionally did not graduate two times.”

“Three times a charm. You know well that with Y/n’s help he managed to do this. Jim, he is good boy. And most importantly he makes your daughter happy.”

„I just miss the times where she was little and I was the only man of her life. Now when she’s getting older I fear she will forget about me. It definitely starts to feel like this” although he loosened up a bit, the sadness was still visible on his face.

When her little sister died, he could not bear the thought of another one of his girls disappearing from his life.

“You are not going to lose her. She loves you deeply and you always have a place in her heart. Even when someday she will marry Eddie or other man she will love in love”

That thought again made him contract his muscles. “Over my dead body. She can marry someone when she’s like 40 years old”

Oh boy, if only he knew…

#eddie munson series #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x hopper!reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things series

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mirkwoodshewolf · 11 months

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Siren song; Eddie Munson x reader Monster!AU

*Author’s note*

Okay so this was an idea that’s been popping into my mind. Not necessarily the fic idea overall but doing a MonsterAU! fic. Now while I do enjoy the vampire fics you need to think back to Eddie’s FIRST appearance in the series, the song is called “I was a Teenage werewolf” by The Cramps and c’mon Eddie FITS a werewolf to a T (the hair, the puppy-like energy but also occasional aggression) so in the end this fic was born throughout the weekend :)

So everyone is either a monster or mythological creature in this story and in this one dear readers you are a Siren.

Warnings: violence, swearing, flirty Eddie, some fluff, angst, suicide (mentioned by side character no one in main story).

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

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Being a siren is difficult as it is, but being a teenage siren at a school filled with other mythological and monstrous creatures is another thing. I had transferred here after I was forced to move due to my mother’s passing so I live with my cousin Robin (who is mermaid. Don’t believe what the humans tell you, Sirens and merfolk are related. Distantly but we’re in the same family), and being the new creature in town is tough.

Especially when people give me a hard time about my selective mutism. Now some maybe asking what is that? Well basically I’ve always hated the fact that whatever I said, I’d always put people under my spell. It was like they were forced into being my friends or whatever when all I want is true friends who love me for who I am and not just my siren song. So I’ve chosen to never again speak to anyone except Robin (since sirens can’t affect other sirens or merfolk).

Soon most of the student body stopped pressuring me or just chose to ignore me. All but a select few of students, namely Eddie Munson and his pack of werewolves. Well werewolves (Frank, Gareth and Jeff), a dragon (Dustin), faun (Lucas), and a satyr (Mike). Eddie being the leader of his pack he was the first to welcome me into their humble school and offer a seat at their table if I ever needed one.

He was sweet, charming, adorable, handsome, caring. Okay so yeah I’ve fallen for a werewolf sue me! But the thing about Eddie is that he’s an observer. He understood right when Robin explained to him that I wasn’t much of a talker, he never questioned it.

And bless him he thought it was because I was deaf (since I speak through sign language) he even learned it for me. It wasn’t until I wrote down and explained to him that I wasn’t deaf, I just choose to not talk due to the siren’s spell. God was he adorable with that blush of his.

From then on he and I have been the best of friends but I would never, ever, ever, ever admit my feelings for him. He’d never look at me the same way ever again and the one true friend I’ve made here will be out of reach forever.

I was at my locker switching out my books for my next three classes as well as grabbing my lunch when someone came behind me and scared me with a playful ‘woof!’ I jumped against my locker but didn’t turn around cause I knew who it was.

I turned and playfully slapped his leather jacket arm and signed to him.

‘I hate it when you do that Eddie!’

“Well too bad cause I love it. Oh you’re so easy to scare it’s adorable.” He teased with a pat to my head. I shoved his hand away and slammed my locker shut.

‘So what brings you to my locker-abode this time? Forget to do your American-Gothic assignment again?’

“No this time I was fairly interested in what Edgar Allen Poe, the King of gothic poetry had to say. No what I wanted to ask was if you were busy tomorrow night?” I tilted my head in confusion.

‘Not really. Robin and I were planning a girl’s night in with Nancy and Vickie. Why?’

“Well I was just going to ask if you wouldn’t mind meeting me at Skull Rock?”

‘Skull Rock? Isn’t that your—’

“Shifting place? Yeah.” Oh my god. To werewolves, the most sacred thing to them is their shifting place. Close to every full moon, all the werewolves of the town will go to their spots and start marking it up with claw marks on trees, clothing tied to trees, or rubbing their scent glands up along rocks to show other werewolves to not enter within the perimeter of their shifting territory.

‘I—’

“It’s okay if you don’t. I totally understand I just…..You know what forget I even asked. It was a stupid idea and I shouldn’t have…..” I took his hands before he could run and told him.

‘I don’t mind. Besides Nance and I will end up third and fourth wheeling Robin and Vickie.’

“You’ll really come?” I nodded with a soft smile.

‘But can I ask why tomorrow? Isn’t tomorrow a full moon?’ he looked around cautiously which had me confused. Normally Eddie doesn’t care about anyone eavesdropping on our conversation but he seemed worried about something.

“There’s rumors going around about werewolves being attacked mid-change by some vampires. You remember when Enid didn’t show up to Greek Myth vs History class earlier this week?” my eyes widened. “I don’t know why they’re doing it but I—I usually tend to strike first and ask questions later when it’s…..my time of the month.” He grumbled as he kicked his foot across the cobble-stoned floor. “And I’ve already gotten two strikes against the Vampires, one more and they’ll have me be put down.”

‘So you want someone to keep an eye on you? In case anyone comes around?’ he ducked his head and hide his face behind his hair bashfully but also shamefully. I reached up and brushed his hair away before lifting his chin up. ‘I don’t mind Eddie. But—will I…..you know?’

“Be safe?” he answered. I didn’t mean to be judgmental. I know how werewolves get when they transform and it takes a while for their human side to connect with the wolf’s mind.

In some cases, they are too wild to be around which is why those that are, tend to go out to the woods near Lover’s lake (which is where Eddie turns).

“Don’t worry princess, I know the wolves who turn out there are pretty wild. But I’ve gotten better with controlling my other half. In fact I’m able to focus and see just shortly after the pain dies down. Before it took me an hour or two to focus after my change.” He took my hands into his, “But just in case, you can always stay on top of the rocks. They’re plenty high enough for you to avoid me if you don’t feel comfortable.”

‘I’ll be there Eddie.’

“Thank you angel.” I scrunched my face in disgust at the nickname which made him laugh. “Sorry angel.” I stuck my tongue at him before shoving him.

‘You know I hate that nickname.’

“I know, sorry angel.” I let out a groan and walk off but he quickly pulled me back towards him, our bodies close together and I could already hear my heart racing in my chest as I stared into those deep brown eyes of his. I also heard his heart starting to pick up as he kept me close to him. Wait was he—? “I’ll see you in class sweetheart.” He then gave me a quick peck on the cheek before leaving me there breathless.

Around the full moon, Eddie and all werewolves were more affectionate or aggressive (depending on who you ask). And sure he’s given me quick pecks on the cheek before but this time based on how fast his heart was racing and just feeling the sweat that comes from pheromones he—no he couldn’t be. Could he?

After school, Robin and I were hanging around with her best friend and former Vampire king, Steve Harrington at the apothecary where he and Robin worked.

“He seriously said Vampires are the ones attacking werewolves?” Steve asked me as he was typing up some medical records for their boss.

‘That’s what he said.’ I signed to him.

“He’s not lying. And Enid wasn’t the only werewolf to be attacked. Last month both Jacob and Paul were also attacked. Hell Paul was nearly torn to shreds. Had to get a blood transfusion and everything.” Robin said.

“I mean I know the bad blood between werewolves and vampires has lasted for centuries hell maybe even more than that. But even I know better than to attack a mid-shifting one.”

‘Well Steve you may have that respect but there are some vampires who don’t. Like that douchebag Jason and his lot of vampires. They’re always giving Eddie and his friends a hard time.’

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it was them.” Said Robin. Oh god I hope not, that’s the last thing Eddie needs. “But you should tell Steve what Eddie told you next.” She teased as she poked my side with her well-manicured mermaid nails.

“What?” Steve asked fully turning his attention to me. I glared ar Robin who merely shrugged before I said.

‘He invited me to help keep an eye on him as he turns.’ Steve’s eyes widened and he opened and closed his mouth a few times before saying.

“You’re telling me; that Eddie Munson, a werewolf, invited you to his shifting spot?” I nodded.

“I told her that he loves her. No one is allowed to be near a werewolf’s shifting spot, especially during the full moon.” Robin teased as she leaned in close against my back.

‘And I told her that I’m just helping out a friend.’ I signed shoving against her to get her off of me but she came right back.

“A friend whom she loves so deeply for.” She poked my cheek to which I gave her a bite and she took back her finger and rubbed it.

“You have been fawning over Munson since you came to live here.” Steve said.

‘Who’s side are you on!?’ I asked him with a glare.

“No one’s side but I do hate watching you pin for your wolf boy. Why not just go up and tell him how you feel?”

‘You both know why.’ I sighed solemnly. Robin came back and hugged me from behind.

“Listen cuz, did it ever occur to you that maybe Eddie loves you not just for your Siren looks? I mean really, you haven’t said a word to him since you flew into town.” I glared at the flying remark she made. “And still that boy has been gaga over you. I mean c’mon! He invited you to his shifting place for Poseidon’s sake!”

“And to them that shit if like sacred ground or whatever.” Steve finished for her.

‘And what if I do finally start talking to him? Or even say that I love him? How will I know what he feels is real and not just cause of my siren spell? Can you both guarantee that much?’ at that they didn’t know how to respond. ‘Didn’t think so.’ With that I chose to return home and get my homework done then just go straight to bed.

The next day went by like every other school day, classes went by as normal and when the final bell rang everyone was either at their lockers getting their stuff together or racing immediately out of the campus grounds.

I walked out of the school and headed towards the parking lot where I found Eddie packing up his van and making sure he had everything for the night. I heard his sniff the air and he turned to me and smiled.

“There you are. I was about to come get you.” I shrugged. “Now you sure you don’t mind hanging out with me until night fall? I can always pick you up at your place.”

‘No, like I said I don’t mind. Plus Robin and Vickie just left together and you know how those girls get when they get the house to themselves. I’d rather put myself under my own spell than hear them go at it with each other.’

“But you can’t deny they are pretty cute together.”

‘No question. I’m glad my cousin was able to find someone special.’ If only the same thing could be said about me. Eddie tilted his head and asked me.

“You okay? You look like you’re gonna cry.” I reached up and touched the corner of my eye and felt a single tear. I wiped it away and took a deep breath before signing to him.

‘I’m fine Eddie. So do we just head over there now or is there some kind of routine you do before you go there?’

“I was thinking we’d head over to the Green dragon for some food. Heard the halflings have got a new special on their menu.” Oh I did love going to the Green dragon. Ever since moving here, I found that if I wanted to go for some good quality food and the best ale in town, it’s the Halfling’s pub the Green Dragon. I swear those creatures make the best dishes known to any creature, hell their meat pies alone could slay dragons and best harpies.

I nodded frantically which made Eddie laugh and he offered me the first step into his van before he drove us over to the Green dragon.

As we sat down at our table, I was working on my Myth vs. History assignment while eating my potato stew with a side of fresh warm biscuits. I looked over to Eddie and saw how he was still working on his homework but he had yet to order anything except water and ale. I reached over and tapped his arm and asked him.

‘Are you not hungry?’

“One downside to being a werewolf is that I can’t eat anything before my transformation. Not even a nibble of food. Due to the change in our organs don’t want to end up hurling my guts out again. Learned that the hard way before I was taught by my uncle.”

‘It’s that painful?’

“More or less. Basically our human organs have to shut down in order for them to grow into our wolf ones. Bones snapping in and out of place and our bodies morphing and changing. Very rarely do the movies the humans make get it right. It gets pretty graphic so, if me telling you this has changed your mind you can easily turn back now. I won’t get upset.” I took out a sheet of paper and quickly wrote a message to him and pushed it towards him.

I won’t leave you. I had wrote. I then held out my hands, palms up and he smiled softly at me as he placed his hands into mine. Our hands grasping each other’s as I rubbed the back of his hands with my thumbs comfortingly.

“You’re the best (Y/n).” I smiled again and squeezed his hands more as I looked into his eyes. God why is it that he can make brown eyes look so beautiful and at the same time adorable? Is it because of him being a werewolf? Or is it just his natural cuteness?

We continued our homework while I finished my supper and it was just two hours before sunset so Eddie decided it would be a good time to drive up towards Lover’s lake and head over to Skull Rock. When we got there and I followed behind Eddie, I took notice of his nails grew into his 4in claws as he began marking various trees.

“Usually I have to do this only once a month but with the werewolves trying to push into other’s territories with these attacks, now we have to enforce it. And I’d rather you not have to deal with two shifting werewolves.” I nodded in understandment.

About 15 minutes later after walking deeper into the woods, we pulled some bushes aside and there it stood, Skull rock. Like the name says, it’s a giant rock in the shape of a skull leaning against another rock that formed a small cave-like structure inside to hide under.

“And there she is sweetheart, Skull Rock. My home away from home every full moon.” We walked towards it and I took notice of the giant claw marks that had faded in the past and some fairly recent markings. Eddie tossed his duffle bag into the little cave underneath the rocks and I asked him.

‘Can werewolves keep their clothes on when they turn? Or do they have to go shirtless before they turn?’

“That fucking bitch Meyers really oversexualized us to no ends in her damned books.” He muttered shaking his head.

‘I’m sorry if I offended you.’

“Oh no, no, no, no you didn’t say anything wrong (Y/n). It’s just they glorified it as some sort of sexy thing and they made it look so quick and easy. And the end result was just dire wolves. No, no, we don’t look like that. I’d say the closest thing to an actual werewolf in Hollywood is ‘An American Werewolf in London’. Though some don’t get as bulky, we all have different shapes depending on our own bodies. Take Enid for example, you know how she has those highlights in her hair?” I nodded. “They appear in her wolf form.”

‘Do you have any distinct features?’

“Well you can thank these luscious curls,” he said dragging his hands through his hair. “It make my wolf form have a mane-like appearance around my neck. Enid says I must be part manticore or something to have a lion’s mane like that. Imagine me being a full manticore, pretty metal if you ask me.”

‘As metal as that sounds, I think I like you better as a werewolf than anything else.’ Eddie just stood there and looked at me. Oh shit please don’t tell me I might’ve revealed my feelings for him by saying that.

Suddenly he stabbed himself in the heart with his fist, throwing himself down to the ground and lay there still and limp. I quickly raced up to him and shook him awake but he didn’t move. I tapped his arm and shook his back but nothing seemed to stir him awake.

Then with a sudden roar he grabbed me and pulled me into his lap and began to tickle my sides. I began laughing as I tried to free myself from his grip but he held firm.

“You can’t say adorable things like that without repercussions sweetheart.” As my laughter rang through the forest, I was almost tempted to finally speak out just to tell him to stop but that lingering feeling of him falling under the siren spell was strong. So I merely batted at his hands and just whimpered as loudly as I could to get him to stop until he finally relented. “Has anyone ever told you that you have an amazing laugh?”

I looked up at him as I tried to catch my breath. He stroked my hair out of my face as he continued.

“And I’m not just saying it. I always thought it was quite beautiful. And I wondered if your voice was anything like that.” My heart sunk. I got off his lap, no he can’t be telling me these things just to get me to talk. “Hey, hey wait hold on. You didn’t let me finish.” I turned to look at him and signed to him.

‘I’ve told you why I can’t talk to anyone Eddie!’

“I know. And I’m not trying to force you to. I swear on my uncle.” When a werewolf swears on a member of their pack, you know it’s a serious vow they’re making. “I won’t deny I’ve always wondered what your voice sounds like. Not because you’re a siren but because you’re you. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna force you to talk, I’d never do that to you. You can talk to me when or if you ever feel comfortable with that.”

My heart grew heavy at his confession. I’ll be honest there have been times, especially recently where I have wanted to talk to Eddie. To finally tell him hello and how much he means to me. But because of what’s happened in the past, especially with relationships, I fear he’ll be just like all the others.

Once the siren song takes full hold of him, he’ll grow too attached to the point where he’ll end his life if he never has me in his life again (yes I had one boyfriend in the past where he actually killed himself just because my mother didn’t approve of him).

I felt him lift my chin with his index finger and thumb so that I could look into his eyes.

“All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be comfortable around me. And if you not talking to me is what’s comfortable to you, I’ll respect that decision. But I’d also like you to know that you don’t have to be afraid if you ever do wish to talk to me.” My mind debated long and heavy on all that he just said. I kept a firm gaze upon him as I softly licked my lips and slowly opened my mouth.

Suddenly Eddie’s head turned away and sniffed the air. His eyes narrowed as he was on alert now.

“Someone’s here.” He sniffed the air again. “And it’s not werewolf.” I tensed and looked around. “Get up on top of the skull, now!” I quickly raced up and crawled to the top of the skull-like rock while Eddie stood guard from the ground, his wolf growls softly coming out of his throat.

The forest was eerily silent except for a couple snaps of some twigs and the rustle of some of the bushes.

“Just the wolf freak we wanted to see.” Oh god no! Robin was right. Soon coming out of the bushes was Jason Carver, the current Vampire king of the school.

“Back off Jason, you really don’t want to be here.” Eddie warned.

“Seems you don’t get it, do you freak?” suddenly surrounding the area were his vampire lackies; Andy, Chance, Patrick and Eric. “You furball-freaks have been taking up our forests for too long, and we’re finally taking them back!”

“Since when do these woods belong to you?” snapped Eddie.

“For as long as Vampires have settled here. It wasn’t until your tribe of mutts came in and took it from us!” snapped Chance as he cracked his knuckles.

“I don’t want to fight.” Eddie warned them again.

“Too bad loser, cause you’re gonna get one. Less you wanna wolf out early and take us all at once.” Challenged Andy, Jason’s right hand man. It was then Patrick took notice of me and he said.

“And it seems we’ll have to entertain our special guest.” It was then the boys took notice of me.

“Well, well, well, the Siren without a song. Well at least for long, once we’re through with this freak, let’s say we make her sing for us boys?” grinned Andy.

“You lay a hand on her and you’ll regret it!” Eddie growled fearsomely. Suddenly he cried out in pain as we all heard his bones beginning to snap.

“Well look at that boys? Seems the mutt’s got a little crush on the siren. Hate to break it to you mutt, but you’re way out of her league.” Jason and his boys soon began to close in around Eddie.

As night soon began to settle in and the full moon began to rise, Eddie let out another cry of pain as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. I watched as Jason threw the first punch knocking Eddie to the ground before he delivered a hard kick to his chest.

“C’mon wolf-boy. Wolf out!” mocked Jason. Andy then took his turn as he kicked Eddie in the back.

“Wolf out! Wolf out! Wolf out!” the vampires soon began chanting as Eddie’s hands began to twitch and grow hairier with his transformation. I then saw as Chance actually stepped on Eddie’s hand mid transformation and he let out a cry of agony.

I growled and soon stood up on top of the rocks as I let out a scream which caused the vampires to look up at me.

“Oh don’t you worry beautiful, once we’re done here, you’ll be next. We’ll get you to sing nice and good for us better than this mutt ever could.” Jason said with a sickening grin. As I heard them laugh and high-five their leader’s disgusting suggestion, I opened my mouth and began vocalizing.

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The sound of my voice immediately stopped their celebration as they looked at me. I revealed my black wings and flew down to the ground as my eyes glowed bright red as I put them under my spell. I moved my hands down my body seductively as I walked up to Patrick and stroked down his face.

His eyes soon shining red as he was fully under my control as I then moved to Andy as I sang in a higher key. I got almost close enough to kiss him but I shoved his limp body aside as he had that dopey grin on his face that most men get when they hear the song of the Siren. I then went over to Chance and got down on my knees in front of him.

You would think I’d be giving him a blow job when in truth I went to grab his ankle and literally snapped it in two with my brute strength. He let out an agonizing scream and fell to the ground cradling his broken ankle like a baby as I ended the song with a powerful vocalization before I gave the command.

“Tear yourselves apart Vampires.” In a flash Jason’s friends turned to one another and did as I had commanded. Snarls, hisses, and blood splattered everywhere as they began to tear each other apart. I turned to Eddie who sat there with a dazed look in his eyes while his body continued to transform.

I sighed solemnly, he had been put under the spell as well. I knew that frozen look anywhere.

“Come back Ed…..” I told him but I was suddenly ripped away from him and pinned against the rock. A furious Jason stared me down baring his fangs as he held me by the throat. But how? He should’ve joined his friends in trying to kill each other.

“Seems like another trouble-maker is stirring our nick of the woods. I’ve heard plenty of mermaid songs but you sirens are another beast.”

“How—are you able……”

“To resist your song? Simple answer, earplugs. I knew that freak would ask you to come out and be his bodyguard. The bastard’s been marking you ever since you flew into town.”

“He’s more of a noble creature than you’ll ever be!” I choked out. He slammed me against the rock so hard that I felt it crush underneath me. Tiny specks of rubble fell around my head.

“How’s about I rip those vocal cords of yours? Then you’ll really have no voice when I drain every last ounce of blood you’ve got.” I felt his nail grow as they began to pierce my throat and he slid his thumb across it giving it a little knick as I felt blood trail down my collarbone.

Just before Jason could even take a bite, a large figure tackled him off of me and I let out a gasp of air before coughing harshly. I turned to see a werewolf rolling with Jason as the two fought for dominance over the other until Jason was thrown against a tree, snapping it in half as he fell to the ground with the werewolf standing over him. It turned to me baring it’s large fangs at me but I remembered what Eddie said.

The lion-like man around his neck as the moon shone on his dark brown fur (the same color as his hair). He huffed as he looked at me and I said his name.

“Eddie.” He let out a grateful huff and he almost seemed to smile at me. That’s when I noticed Jason starting to get back up. “Eddie watch out!” with a single sniff, he snarled and turned back towards Jason.

“You mangey, flea-ridden bastard. You’ll pay for that!” Eddie let out an aggressive roar as he slammed his front arms down challenging Jason the way I’ve read that werewolves challenge each other. Jason let out an aggressive his as his fangs grew larger and the two of them charged head on at each other.

Animalistic snarls and growls sounded through the forest as each monster threw the other across the forest. Both were equal in strength, speed and power but soon Jason got the upper hand when he knocked Eddie against Skull Rock and repeatedly began to punch and slam Eddie against the rock.

I went over to Eddie’s bag and quickly dug through it and saw that he had a syringe with dead-man’s blood and a machete. I grabbed the machete and raced towards Jason and sliced him across the back making him scream in pain. He ceased his attack on Eddie and turned his attention towards me.

I raced back towards Eddie’s bag to grab the syringe but I was pinned down and I felt his breath hit my face. His raw strength pushing down against my back but before I could let out another siren song, I heard my shoulder snap as I screamed in pure agony.

Jason was soon tossed off my shoulder and I watched in both horror and awe as Eddie began to tear at Jason’s back and face. But Jason used his feet to kick Eddie off of him and into a tree which fell on top of him. Eddie let out a yelp as he tried to get himself free.

“You both….will regret this night!” but before Jason could do anything, he suddenly froze until he fell to the ground.

“The only one who will regret this night is you.” I sat up and through the light of the full moon stood Steve who held a tranq-dart and at his side was Robin as well as Chief Hopper (the only human in this town that kept the peace between us and the humans of Hawkins).

“You okay?” Robin asked me as she came running up to me. My attention soon turned to Eddie who was whimpering as I heard his bones cracking again, he was transforming back into his human form. I raced towards the tree and desperately tried to lift it off of him to make his transformation easier, but I couldn’t do it on my own.

Steve soon came over and grabbed the other end of the tree and together we lifted it up and off of Eddie as he huffed and whimpered in pain. He had just finally been able to fully transform and now to suddenly shift back into his human form due to the pain he was in, it must’ve been pure agony for him to go through this much in one night.

I reached out and touched his morphing paw as I felt the fur on him recede back to human skin and his growls faded into human groans before he collapsed to the ground. I pulled him into my lap, his head resting on my thighs before he soon passed out.

“Someone mind telling me what happened here?” asked Hooper.

“Jason and his friends.” I spoke out loud. Robin’s eyes widened. Not because of my answer but because I answered at all.

“(Y/n) you—you’re talking.”

“I need to say this Robin.” I turned to Chief Hooper and explained to him everything that happened. I knew Eddie had strikes against the vampires in the past and has been arrested before due to his ‘wolfing out’ in the past but I pleaded with Hooper to not blame Eddie for tonight.

“You’re new to this town siren. There’s a fine line I can’t cross between you creatures and the people of Hawkins. I gotta give some kind of report and arrest someone.” I held onto Eddie and said.

“Then you’ll have to arrest me too if you take him into custody. I’m just as guilty of murder even more than Eddie. He acted in self-defense.” Hooper looked at us before saying.

“Don’t think I can arrest a young woman who was merely defending herself and her boyfriend against some thugs. I saw Carver break your shoulder myself, so the only guilty party I see is the vampire having a paralysis nap thanks to Harrington here.” Hooper then walked over to Carver and picked him up, forcing him on his feet. “Hope you vampires know some good lawyers, cause you’re gonna need one.” He then dragged Jason away.

“What about Eddie’s injuries? Jason tossed him around like a ragdoll and his friends had a hand in hurting him mid-change.” I said.

“I just called the paramedics, they’re on their way.” Steve said and soon enough in came flying in on Pegasus’ were the Valkyries. They landed their horses and came over and asked what had happened.

Robin explained to them as one of them took Eddie out of my lap. I tried to reach out for him but my shoulder ached as I moved it and another Valkyrie came up to me and helped me onto my feet.

“C’mon, we’re taking you to the white witches. They’ll heal you too up in no time.” I was soon led to another Pegasus and soon both Eddie and I were taken out of the woods and towards Witch grotto where we would be tended to for our injuries.

After getting my shoulder set back into place and drinking a potion for the pain, I sat by Eddie’s bedside as he was covered in Athelas plants for his injuries and had a wet cloth laying across his forehead for the small fever he had due to his infected injuries.

I reached out and took his hand and stroked the back of it and I remained vigil at his bedside until he began to stir when the sun began to rise. He let out a tired groan as he opened his eyes to me.

“(Y/n).” I exhaled in relief as I brought his hand up and kissed the back of it. “Where are we?”

“White witch grotto.” We turned and Nancy came walking in. “The Valkyries brought you here and I was called in late to come and heal yours and (Y/n)’s injuries. Since I am specially qualified to heal werewolf injuries, you’re welcome.”

“Thanks Wheeler, I owe yah.” Eddie groaned.

“Just take it easy for the weekend and hopefully you’ll be back on your feet by Monday. Look after him (Y/n) you know how stubborn he can get when it comes to needing bedrest.” Boy don’t I. I nodded to Nancy and thanked her in sign language then she left us alone.

“Hate to ask but what happened to Jason?”

‘Hooper took care of it. You can also thank Steve for the dead man’s blood tranq that brought him down.’

“Good old Steve Harrington. He is so gonna have this looming over my head for ages.” He teased, which made me shake my head at him softly giggling. His laughter died down once he took notice of the small band aid that was on my neck from the knick Jason’s nail had done to my throat. “The son of a bitch.” He growled lowly as he stroked over the band-aid.

‘He’s gone now. Let’s not worry about it anymore.’

“I can’t help it. He hurt you, hell he could’ve killed you. All because I hadn’t fully turned.”

‘Because of him and his idiotic friends.’

“Sometimes I wish the change was quick and painless. I should’ve done more, I could’ve done more.” I took a deep breath in and finally answered him out loud.

“You did enough.”

“Only because I—” he trailed and looked up at me in shock. “Holy shit, did you just—you spoke to me?! So I wasn’t going crazy, that was your voice I heard as the wolf.” I nodded. He reached out and cupped the side of my face and whispered lovingly, “it’s beautiful. Just like the girl it’s attached to.”

“The spell can wear off after the first song within 12 hours. If I don’t talk after this, it could be by this afternoon even.”

“What if I don’t want you to stop talking?”

“Eddie I can’t. This is all part of the siren song. I don’t even have to be singing to put you under my spell. What you’re saying is all because of—”

“My feelings for you.” I shook my head in disbelief and scoffed lowly. “Look me in the eyes (Y/n).” I refused to look at him until he cupped the other side of my face. “I saw how their eyes glowed with your song. I may not care for my grades but I’m not stupid. I know when a siren speaks or sings, their victims eyes glow under their spell, are mine glowing at all?” I searched his eyes for any trace of siren magic in them but all I could see was his bright, puppy dog brown eyes.

“No, but……”

“No buts. Look, I know this is probably the worst time to say it but I also wanted to share it with you yesterday. In fact I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you this. I love you (Y/n). And not in the friendly platonic way anymore I mean like the soulmate way. When a werewolf howls at the moon searching for their partner kind of way. And there was no siren song or even your natural siren beauty to hypnotize me. I fell in love with your heart, your humor, and your spirit. Never before did I think I would find my other half but it wasn’t until she flew into town like an angel in punker clothes.”

“You know how I hate that nickname.” I softly reprimanded him which made him chuckle and lean his forehead against mine. His nose chasing after mine to rub up against it. The faint glimpse of his canine teeth poking out through his smile.

“At this point, I don’t care. Because it’s true. You are my angel (Y/n), and you didn’t need your siren song to bewitch me.”

“I’m scared though Eddie, I—” I trailed off. I felt his nose gently nudge against my cheek as he nuzzled against me like a puppy trying to comfort their master. “I’m worried you’ll…..that you’ll fall for me too deeply, that you could end up killing yourself over me. And I don’t mean by picking up fights with vampires.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I feel like at this point I have to, cause you need to know the risk of dating a siren.” He separated from me and leaned against his pillow so that I could tell my story.

“Back home, I dated this one guy. He was a wood Elf, strong, brave, loyal, caring. Much like you in a way. But my mother disapproved of him and threatened to end his life alongside my aunts. I tried to break things off with him but he refused to go away. Not because he had grown arrogant in the manner of the ‘if I can’t have you no one will’. But I took notice of his eyes. His eyes that once held life in the early stages of our relationship had grown soulless, with only the red spell of the siren song affecting his mind. When I stopped all contact with him, I find out through our newspaper feed that he died throwing himself off a cliff.”

“Jesus, elves really are sensitive to their feelings.” Eddie said nonchalantly.

“Eddie!” he raised his hands in surrender.

“Sorry, sorry. But in all seriousness (Y/n). I’m not like that guy, I’m not like any other creature you might’ve dated before. Because I didn’t even hear your voice at all until now. And I was still able to fall in love with you. Not right away but with time my affections for you grew. Sure you were beautiful and caught my eye but did I throw myself at your feet in worship or whatever people do around you sirens?”

“No you introduced yourself and offered me a table to sit at because I looked like a lost sheep since Robin and I didn’t have the same lunch schedule.”

“Exactly.” He took my hands in his as his forehead once again touched mine. “But if you don’t feel the same way, or even wish to have a relationship with me. I’ll never bring it up again, and still be your friend.”

“Y-you’d seriously do that?”

“One thing about werewolves is loyalty to the pack. You’re a member of my pack. Whether friend or mate, I’ll accept whatever you choose.” I looked at him with a loving gaze before finally leaning in and kissed his lips.

Slightly chapped and stained with dried up iron, for some reason the kiss felt perfect. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he brought his to my waist slowly pulling me close until the need for air became a necessity. Our breaths gently danced across each other’s and as he opened his eyes, there wasn’t a trace of red magic affecting his mind (which happens when a siren kisses their victims).

“I’ve only ever dreamed of that happening.” He whispered.

“Did I live up to your expectations?”

“Oh sweetheart, you exceeded them.” He chuckled lowly as he had his hand move behind my head and brought me in for another kiss, this time deeper and more passionate. I felt myself lying on the bed and he was hovering over me and as we separated he said.

“And thus Beauty tamed the Beast.” I threw my head back laughing as I wrapped my arms around him stroking his wild hair as I praised.

“My wolfie.” He groaned at the nickname burying his face into my neck. “You call me angel, I get to call you Wolfie.”

“Fair enough. But don’t call me that in front of the guys. They’ll never let me live it down, especially Henderson. That little firedrake’s ego is already a problem as it is.”

“Deal. I love you Eddie.”

“Love you too (Y/n).” he leaned down and captured my lips in one final passionate and loving kiss.

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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I thought about a Aziraphale x Deity reader

Basically there are different deities all around because of Egyptians god/goddesses, Greek god/goddesses, etc. and the reader is the deity of the damned, guiding people to their afterlives.

There's a prophecy going around saying a deity of some sort is destined to be in a relationship with an angel. This being something that is common, others wonder who these two will be.

Turns out... It'll be the reader and Aziraphale who'll set this prophecy

I do love writing for Good Omens! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Destiny

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Aziraphale looked up over his glasses when he heard the door to his shop open and close. He sighed and took them off as he waited to see who had entered his bookshop. He hoped that a mere glared would send the human on their way. Instead a familiar figure came into view.

“Aziraphale,” you said with a soft smile, “Long time no see.”

“Y/n,” Aziraphale relaxed as you approached, “How long has it been.”

He walked back from behind his desk and took your hands in his. He gave you a bright smile and gave your hands a comforting squeeze. You shared his smile as he said,

“I’m surprised you had time to visit me. I remember you used to be so busy.”

“Oh I am,” you said, “But everything is automated nowadays. My boss says that it’s time to move with the times.”

You grinned and shrugged at him.

“I’m a lot less hands on recently. Most of what I do is paperwork. Occasionally they want me to show my face but I’m largely back office. I have a lot more free time so I decided to drop in.”

You looked around the bookshop in awe.

“You’ve certainly got as nice place here. It’s peaceful. I like it.”

“Oh I am glad,” Aziraphale wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “I have a little something that you might be interested in.”

“Oh?”

“Made me feel, oh what is the word that human use, nostalgic.”

You raised your eyebrows. It was rare that beings that lived as long as you have ever really felt nostalgic. Aziraphale led you over to the counter and gestured at the papers on it. You could immediately tell they were old and trailed a careful finger over the fragile, yellow paper.

You frowned at the words. They were written in a language you hadn’t read in centuries but as soon as you saw it you understood. The languages of Gods. A language that was imprinted on all of your minds. You smiled as you read through it and immediately understood why Aziraphale was feeling so nostalgic.

“Where did you find this?” you asked

“Oh you know,” Aziraphale sounded vague and shrugged, “Just while I was doing some organisation. One moments my shelf was empty and the next, this was there. Too many books do tend to form a life of their own.”

“An angel and deity falling in love,” you mused, “Very romantic. Made a bit of a splash at the time as far as I remember. Something different from all the bloodshed.”

“Often wonder who the two were,” Aziraphale said, “Wasn’t exactly an uncommon thing but to have it written down as a prophecy, well,” he exhaled deeply, “Wherever these two are I hope that they are happy. I’m sure that the Almighty wouldn’t have helped write a prophecy where two beings are unhappy.”

“Same with the boss.” You muttered

You and Aziraphale glanced up at each other and smiled. You had definitely become fond of Aziraphale throughout the centuries of knowing him. Of course you weren’t as close as him and Crowley but the two of you were still close. As Aziraphale moved to put away the prophecy he brushed against your hand. You felt your face get warm and you jerked your hand back suddenly.

“I’m sorry!”

“I do apologise.” Aziraphale said at the same time

A slightly awkward silence settled over the two of you. You looked away from your friend as the two of you struggled to find something to say.

“Well,” you said when you couldn’t stand the silence any longer, “I really should be going.”

“So soon?” Aziraphale sounded disappointed

“Paper work waits for no one.”

“You will visit again?”

“Of course.”

You paused at the doorway and looked back at Aziraphale. You gave him one last wave and said,

“Bye Crowley.”

Before disappearing out of the shop.

Crowley slinked out from between the bookcases and looked between the door and Aziraphale. He sighed as he looked over the prophecy.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He said

“What do you mean?” asked Aziraphale

“About not knowing who the prophecy is about.”

“You mean you know?”

“It’s obvious!”

“It is not!”

Crowley let out a groan and ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s about you and y/n,” he said as he gestured towards the door, “Now why don’t you go after her! Everyone is getting sick of those looks you’re giving each other!”

#fanfiction #good omens #reader insert #request #aziraphale #aziraphale x reader

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lenawin4 · 1 year

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this is really random but i think a fic where jongho and doil interact as future brothers in law would be so funny (you don't have to write it obviously but the scenario is so hilarious to me). one is so soft and unassuming and the other is intense and guarded bcjfjfjf the future Oh family get-togethers would be entertaining as hell

Do-il & Jong-ho interactions would be SO gold and very adorable... like can you imagine a second season where In-joo & In-kyung just run around completely unhinged and their boyfriends just follow them everywhere trying to calm them down??

I'm replying to these like almost a month later, but I'm still mentally here even after the drama ended like ~1.5 months ago... glad y'all are still clowning with me

anyway this inspired me to write something extremely self-indulgent and fluffy, it's on ao3 and down below

Do-il knew his way around New York City very well. When he attended Wharton, he drove two hours back and forth for meetings, the occasional party, and scheduled, solitary escapes he needed for his sanity. He knew every business, bar, and back-alley like the back of his hand. This knowledge, unfortunately, was deemed not useful enough to In-kyung and In-joo, which was why he was sitting on a bench in Central Park with Ha Jong-ho at eleven in the evening.

“I’m sure they’ll be back soon.” Jong-ho had that nervous look on his face and a tic of adjusting his glasses that told him that he didn’t actually believe that. “It’s only been fifteen minutes.”

He was wrong. Do-il’s watch told him it had been seventeen minutes and forty-three seconds since the sisters had told them to wait here while they bought food at some hot dog stand In-joo had heard of from social media. Do-il had no idea that she wanted to try it, because if he did, he would have factored this potential distraction into his plan, and he would have taken her somewhere else.

“So.” Jong-ho fiddled with a loose strand on his pants. “How have you been?”

Eighteen minutes was a long time for strained small talk, and they had already been through the usual topics of conversation when he and In-joo arrived in New York for the week. So, now, they were left with… whatever they were to each other. Future-in-laws? Do-il didn’t want to put too much hope in that, if tonight wasn’t going to go well.

“Just fine.”

“You two were in Greece last month?”

“Seoul,” he corrected. “We switch back and forth.” They spent the weekends together, making their apartments homes, and after two years, there were pieces of her at his place, and traces of him at hers. There was a terrifying amount of comfortability in it, and it didn’t terrify him until he realized he was somewhat content.

“Is it hard, going back and forth?”

It was harder to have this conversation, with Jong-ho actually expecting him to give honest responses. He shrugged and checked his watch. Twenty minutes and counting.

“I wouldn’t like being away from In-kyung every week. I tried forgetting about her for a while, but that didn’t work out.”

“Jong-ho, it’s not that difficult. I’ve lived alone my whole life.”

“Well, that’s why it’s hard now. Because you know what it’s like to have somebody in your life.”

Do-il glared at him. Jong-ho scratched the back of his neck and muttered a half-apology, half-complaint that trailed off into nothing. But the pause Do-il was granted was too brief to be classified as nothing.

“You know,” Jong-ho started, “you’re very different from the person I heard about in college.”

Do-il sighed. “Really?” He tried his hardest to sound interested, but Jong-ho’s side-eye informed him his attempt at enthusiasm was unsuccessful.

“All I heard about was a criminal who got his girlfriend killed and spoke Russian to impress the professors.” He tilted his head, allowing him this, as the descriptions were fairly accurate. “But now that I know you, and I see how you treat In-joo, I can see what kind of person you are.”

Someone who only cares about money. Do-il smiled, and remembered what In-joo thought about him now: “I know what kind of person you are,” she told him once. “You’re someone who cares about me.”

It was irritating that with a small amount of honesty came an infinite amount of transparency, and suddenly, Do-il found himself being seen through by people like Jong-ho. People who never had to lie their way out of anything. Unfortunately, these people were the most truthful, and a voice, In-joo’s voice, asked him to meet his truth with sincerity.

“Sometimes, the distance does make me unhappy,” he admitted, and tapped his watch again. It was fifteen minutes to Christmas, and it reminded him of why he was only somewhat content after the years of stealing weekends in Seoul and Greece and the US. He wanted more — when he was in Greece, he wanted the pieces of her to ligate and complete him, but the only way that was possible was with her presence. He wanted one life with her, not this delicate balance of hers and his; he wanted everything to be theirs.

When they decided to come to New York for the holidays, and he and In-joo talked about flight plans and getting off work and picking out souvenirs for In-hye and Hyo-rin, the only word in his mind was domesticity. Domesticity, and with the thought came the desire for commitment. The next day when In-joo went to work, he went to the most expensive jewelry store in Seoul and bought a ring. Maybe when she was a child, she had passed by the store and wanted that same ring, the way she wanted a winter coat or a birthday dress.

Then the question was where in New York. In front of the Statue of Liberty? Not pretty enough. On top of the Empire State Building? That was an option, but In-joo liked gardens, despite their shared aversion to orchids, so he wanted it to be in the park. He’d have to figure something out quickly if he was going to get this done in the best place for her.

“Jong-ho, I think I need your help with something.” He reached into his pocket and although he had kept his hand there all day, and he knew he was about to open up to some guy from college, his heart jolted when his fingers closed around the box.

He showed it to Jong-ho. His eyes bugged out and he gaped at him, mouth opening and closing like a drowning fish. This was why he never told anyone any secrets. “You cannot say anything.”

“Uh, um — ”

“This is supposed to happen at Christmas, which is in ten minutes, and In-joo still isn’t back yet. Can you please distract In-kyung and tell In-joo to meet me here?”

“I mean, this is such short notice, and maybe I’ll just take In-kyung and run away?”

“If you act suspicious and throw this off, I’m going to tell In-kyung you ruined her sister’s proposal.”

“Understood.”

That worked well. If anyone threatened Do-il with In-joo’s wrath, he would cave immediately, too.

Finally, Do-il had some silence to prepare for his next moments. They had discussed marriage in the beginning of their relationship, when they were both unsure of what the other expected. They’d seen their parents’ marriages fall apart because of circumstance and tragedy, but they had also seen them reunite and turn back to love after everything. For them, it was always a someday, maybe. He found himself thinking about it more often than not, these days. When his mind wouldn’t rest and millions of plans began to form like constellations, there was no stopping Do-il.

From across the park, someone shouted his name. He looked upwards to find In-joo standing near a lamppost, smiling at him before breaking off into a run, leaving empty footsteps in the snow. Sudden panic passed through him like a shiver — he cataloged where everything was — the ring in his pocket, the white ground where he would kneel, the steps where she would be standing —

She crashed into him, arms around his sides. “Do-il-ah, In-kyung and I almost got lost, and then Jong-ho came to find us. Then he stole In-kyung away.”

“So, now you’re stuck with me?” She said yes, like it was a bad thing, but the light on her face spelled out happiness. “You didn’t get your hot dog.”

“We can always come back tomorrow.”

“I thought we were staying in tomorrow before our flight?”

She frowned and insisted, “We’ll come back tomorrow; who knows when we’ll be here next?”

“I’ll take you back here anytime you want.”

“I know that,” In-joo said, “but it depends how busy we are.”

“Okay,” Do-il said, to say anything to mask the way her casual trust still made him flustered, after all these years. He could never argue with her, not when she talked about them as a pair, like it was a guarantee that he would be where she was, wherever she decided to go. This really wasn’t going to plan, was it? He was the one who was supposed to be the one with all the lines, but In-joo was emptying his mind of any fully-formed thoughts.

He pulled them towards the steps nearing the bridge of the Shakespeare Garden. Two minutes to midnight, and she was holding his left hand, while his right hand had made a permanent home in his pocket.

“There’s a garden here,” he said. “Do you want to see it?”

“Look at those.” She pointed to the daffodils near the entrance. “They’re so pretty.”

“Those are amsonias next to them. They usually plant them together because they help the other one grow throughout different seasons.”

“Like partners.”

Of course, she understood immediately.

Midnight — he let go of her hand and knelt like a knight swearing honor to his king. It was colder than he expected. “Merry Christmas, Oh In-joo,” he said. He saw her thoughts and expectations connect, eyes frozen on the open box in his hands, hands coming up to cover her mouth. “I never thought I needed a partner. I never thought I would be able to have one, to support me, to help me grow. But now, I know, I am fuller, happier, and a better man with you. I want to do the same for you. Will you let me?”

“Yes. Of course, yes. I’ll tell you why.” She wiped happy tears off her cheek and held her hand out for him to claim. The ring slid on, and she released a giggle. She scrunched her nose at him and said, “That was a better metaphor than saying that you’re a horse.”

This was a complaint he had heard many times. “Is saying that I’m a flower really any better?”

“No, but don’t worry about it. You already do the same for me.” She pulled him closer, and her lips pressed against his neck. She muttered against his skin, “I am fuller.”

A kiss to his cheek. “I am happier.”

Another to his lips, and he felt complete. “I am a better woman with you. You are my partner, in all but name, and I would be happy to change that.”

A distant cheering broke another kiss, and they separated to see two nosy people filming their scene from the bench he and Jong-ho had been stranded on. “Congratulations, In-joo-unnie!”

Suddenly, they became four grown adults yelling in the middle of the park like obnoxious teenagers. “There are two people who got engaged, you know.”

“If you ever hurt my sister, you’ll never see the light of day again.”

“We’ve been together for two years; isn’t this warning a little late?”

Jong-ho stopped recording, and they ran closer. In-kyung squealed and hugged In-joo, sweeping her away from him. Jong-ho stood a bit awkwardly, like he was scared to say what he was most certainly going to come out of his mouth anyway.

“Spit it out while I’m in a good mood.”

“A thank you would be nice?”

He rolled his eyes and patted him on the back. “Thank you, Jong-ho.”

He beamed back. “No problem, brother-in-law.”

#tvn little women #doil-injoo #choi do il x oh in joo #little women kdrama #fic

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