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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 1 year

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Stay away from him.

So like, octopi eat shrimp, right? And morays have a symbiotic relationship with a certain species of shrimp, RIGHT? So please consider. The tweels constantly thinking Azul's gonna hurt their "precious little shrimpy" in some way and being super over protective of them :) (btw this is definitely one of the more tame yandere fics I've written)

And oh my goodness I'm running out of Octavinelle gifs to use.

Warning(s): male reader, over-protectiveness, some minor injuries

You didn't exactly want to be sorted into Octavinelle, but hey, it is what it is.

Your family owns a cafe back home, so working at the on-campus cafe your dorm ran was a cinch, easy, no problem at all!

You earned the title of 'employee of the month' (whatever that means) in only your first month of being a student of Night Raven College. Nice.

Thanks to your... impressive achievement, you caught the eyes of two people. Octavinelle's Vice Housewarden and his twin brother.

You didn't want to get tangled up with them in any way... but, it happened regardless.

"Hey, Shrimpy, wanna sit with Jade and I during lunch~?" Floyd playfully asked you. "It'll be fun!"

"No, I was actually thinking-" But before you could finish your sentence, Floyd had grabbed your hand and was already dragging you to the cafeteria with him.

You didn't get to get your own food, but Jade and Floyd shared theirs with you.

"Here, have some of my takoyaki, Shrimpy!"

"Would you like some of my carpaccio? I don't mind sharing with you."

You don't exactly like the taste of octopus, but you appreciate them giving you food.

"Hello Jade, Floyd..." Azul sat down opposite to you. "...and (Y/N). Why is he here?"

"Because he's a tiny little shrimp who needs protection!" Floyd wrapped his arms around you, causing you to choke a bit.

"We've decided to protect him. Of course, in return for certain things..." Jade added, causing you to feel, well, uncomfortable to say the least.

"...ok. Well, (Y/N), I can tell you're..." Azul sorta trailed off, either not knowing what to say or not wanting to say it. "But the three of us have some important things regarding our business we need to discuss, and I would appreciate it if you could leave."

"I'm ok with that." You said, standing up.

But then, both of your arms were grabbed by the twins.

"No, (Y/N) can listen." Jade insisted. "He's a model employee, I'm sure it's fine if he listens in on our business plans."

"Yeah... why're you trying to separate him from us, Azul?" Floyd asked. "It's almost like you want to get him alone so you can catch him by surprise and hurt him."

"What?! No, obviously not!" Azul yelled.

"Well I don't believe you!" Floyd yelled back. They were causing a scene... you'd really rather not be in this situation right now.

"I don't either." Jade calmly added. "Now, Azul, let's discuss our business."

Unfortunately. This is how the rest of your week would go as well.

Those weird twins were very protective of you.

And, they would come to you with problems like injuries and... well, mostly just injuries. Bad ones too.

For example: one night, Floyd entered your room, covered in bite marks, scratch marks, and other various injuries.

"What the hell happened to you?!" You yelled at him.

"Jade and I had a fight." He rolled his eyes. "I'm really huuuuuuuuurt, Shrimpy!"

"Yeah, no shit, Floyd!" You exclaimed. "W-wait here, I'll be right back."

After half an hour or so, you came back with some disinfectant and bandages you bought from the school store.

After everything was all said and done, Floyd laughed at your choice in bandages.

"What?" You asked.

"Nothing, just lookin' at these cute little sea creature bandages ya got." He smirked. "They're kinda funny looking!" He giggled at the silly little fish illustrations.

"Oh, yeah, I saw 'em at Sam's shop and I just had to buy them!" You explained. "You can keep the box of them, if you want. I-I don't think I'll use them very much..."

"Eh, I don't see why not. Sure, I'll take your silly little bandages!"

Things like this kept happening. Whenever the two of them had bad things happen, they'd immediately go to you for help. Your classmates and others view of you changed significantly when they saw the fucking Leech brothers following you around like baby ducks.

It was very off-putting to everyone else.

You, Floyd, and Jade had (what they described as) a symbiotic relationship. You took care of them and they took care of you.

One time you were sick with a really bad fever, and Jade took care of you! He got you tea, soup, a cold towel for your forehead, he even put on a movie for you on one of those old portable DVD players because you couldn't get out of bed.

One time you fell down the stairs, and you got a bad scrape on your knee. Nothing serious, but it definitely hurt. When Floyd noticed your scrape, he gave you one of the sea creature bandages you gave him a few days ago. Specifically, it was one with a moray eel on it (you're almost 100% sure he gave you that one on purpose.)

They also really didn't want you to be anywhere near Azul.

They'd do everything in their power to keep you as far away from Azul as possible. The only time you saw Azul without the twins supervising you was board game club meetings. But even then, Azul avoided you. So during board game club you kinda just sat by yourself in the corner, browsing your phone.

One time, you tried to make a deal with Azul, but he declined! He, Azul Ashengrotto, known for pushing deals to people and pressuring them into contracts, declined to make a deal with you!

One night, as you were watching a movie with Floyd, he said something to you.

"Listen, Shrimpy... we need to talk." He began. "You should really try to stay away from Azul. He's dangerous."

What you didn't know was that Jade was having a very similar conversation with Azul.

"We want you to stay away from him, Azul." Jade said. "I'm sure you know how Floyd and I feel about (Y/N), and I'm sure you know he can barely defend himself... so please stay away from him from now on."

You didn't know why Floyd was telling you to avoid Azul, he's harmless! And, even though he can be kinda cruel with his contracts, he's usually really nice.

"Floyd, he's our Housewarden! He's kinda hard to avoid because of that..." You mentioned.

"So? Just try to avoid him as best as you can. You don't have to perfectly avoid him, since most of the time Jade and I will be around to keep ya safe... you just have to be extra careful when we aren't around, kay~?"

"N-no? That's insane, I'll be fine!" You responded.

"Hm... well, I won't force you to do anything. I just want you to stay safe, 'cause Azul's a dangerous guy!" Floyd gave you a very tight hug. "You should stay away from him."

Jade had his magic pen pressed against Azul's throat like a knife, though it was just a bit more threatening since, with the magic pen, Jade could burn Azul to a crisp in two seconds.

"You know Floyd and I appreciate your friendship... I would hate to hurt you, I truly would... but if you hurt (Y/N), you will force my hand." Jade backed off slightly. "Please don't hurt him in any way. If you do, you know what will happen. I will know what you did. Floyd and I will both know what you did to our little darling (Y/N). So please... stay away from him."

#jade leech #floyd leech #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere floyd x reader #yandere jade x reader #yandere jade leech x reader #yandere floyd leech x reader #yandere floyd #yandere jade

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dark-elf-writes · 5 months

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You know how people joke about Uchiha-Uzumaki children being a bunch of hellions? Tsuna having kids with mukuro and/or hibari would be fucking terrifying.

Just imagine a whole army of little Hibari’s wielding blunt force weapons with little mukuro’s at their backs weaving illusions.

I honestly do not think the world would survive, let alone the Mafia.

To be fair if Tsuna were to have kids with any of his guardians (minus lambo for obvious reasons) they would all be hyper competent nightmare monsters that would bring the mafia world to their knees.

A little girl with Hibari’s eyes and Tsuna’s sweet smile that fights with a staff and is particularly brutal when people that aren’t the family get too close to her “mother”

A silver haired little boy with glasses that do nothing to hide his big brown eyes with a bow. The family genius that hides it behind a loud mouth and a temper.

The “twins” who only their family can tell part as they are constantly weaving illusions and switching appearances with each other. The only consistency is their wild hair (unfortunately neither of them were able to escape the pineapple curse and if anything it’s worse because they also got Tsuna’s genes in the mix) and that they can almost always be found together.

A girl that looks just like Tsuna but there is no mistaking her other parent with her constantly covered in bandages and dirt as she puts her all into whatever she’s doing. There’s really no mistaking it when a rival family member said some unkind things to Tsuna and she knocked them out cold in one hit at five years old, pretty frilly dress and all.

And of course a little boy that is the carbon copy of Takeshi who has fallen in love with nearly every sport he has ever seen and who takes up the sword like he was born for it and his one true desire in life is to beat Uncle Squalo.

They would have the entire mafia world terrified of them by the time they hit puberty and those that weren’t would learn to be very very soon.

#the elf talks #reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #the twins are t actually twins as one is mukuros child and the other is chromes #it doesn’t stop them from having all the stereotypical twin things going on with them #the family is pretty sure if one was pinched the other would say ow and none of them know how but it’s best not to question with those two

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thatonelesbianfander · 2 months

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Found/Chosen Family C!Thomas & Creativitwins Headcanons!

I’ve been thinking about found family C!Thomas and Creativitwins a lot recently, so here’s some headcanons I have of them!

Headcanons under cutoff!

The three have weekly movie nights where they will sit in the living room, get snacks, put on a movie, and watch a movie together during the weekends

The twins absolutely love it when Gavin comes over, and they even have a DnD session they play together that Thomas DMs for them

Even though Thomas is not a fighter, he will still fight anyone who dares to insult the twins (The twins will also join in on the fighting and they will usually end up having to be broken up by one of the other sides)

One time Thomas and Remus had an argument about Thomas not understanding their autism that well and when Remus came back to try to set things right with Thomas they found Thomas passed out at the dining room table with a bunch of notes from hours of research about autism

Roman loves making little crafts and giving them to Thomas which Thomas ends up displaying on a special shelf just for Roman’s crafts

Thomas always makes sure to have an extra pair of headphones on him at all times when out in public with the twins in case Remus’s breaks

Whenever Remus self harms, Thomas will help them clean up the wounds (Thomas knows he can’t really talk Remus out of it, so all he tries to do is be as supportive as he can for them)

Thomas will sit and listen to the twins rant about their passions for hours on end

The three love to play video games together and are pretty competitive with each other

Roman and Remus love to play Animal Crossing together and both have hours worth of save files

Roman and Thomas love collecting little trinkets together on every trip they take, and love comparing and trading trinkets together

Thomas is the only people Roman ever really feels comfortable being vulnerable with and being able to talk to without the fear of being judged

Roman loves acting with Thomas and Remus and will even make her own little plays to put on with them

Thomas can never go one minute without one or both of the twins near him at all times (Even during the night when Thomas is sleeping, at least one of the twins are asleep next to him in the morning)

Thomas’s fridge is absolutely covered in drawings that the twins made for him and then when one drawing is replaced with another, the previous drawing usually ends up on a wall

The only time the three ever went to a rage room together they were kicked out because the twins caused a bunch of property damage by destroying the things they weren’t supposed to

The three love doing escape rooms together and constantly try to beat their previous time with a better one

The twins love gifting random things to Thomas but the things they gift him are wildly different (Roman gifts like a crow, Remus gifts like a cat)

Thomas loves giving the twins little nicknames

Thomas always helps bandage the twins up after their duels

Thomas likes to cook different meals for the twins from time to time (The twins are one of the only reasons why Thomas learned to cook)

Whenever the three take a trip to Disney Remus always forces the three of them to ride the Haunted Mansion together (Roman and Thomas always come out of it freaked out at the end)

One time during movie night, the three watched a movie that ended up being really sad and they ended up sobbing together for a good hour before passing out on the couch together

The three love having little picnics together in the local park during the summer

Roman and Remus love having Thomas read them a bedtime story

The twins get really clingy to Thomas whenever they’re upset or tired which leads to Thomas having at least one of the twins clinging onto him when he’s getting ready for bed

The twins love showing off their drawings in their sketchbooks to Thomas who loves seeing all of them (Thomas has an entire shelf filled with Remus and Roman’s old sketchbooks)

The three love to binge watch cartoons together while eating their meals

Remus loves hanging out in dark spaces and Thomas likes to construct little pillow forts for them to hang out in

Roman and Thomas have a lot of shared interests and can have conversations that span multiple hours just talking about their different hyperfixations and interests

#thatonelesbianfander #sanders sides #thomas sanders #thatsthat24 #tss #sasi #sanders sides headcanon #remus sanders #roman sanders #c!thomas sanders #c!thomas #ts remus #ts roman #ts sides

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leocentrico · 2 years

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Skin picker sunshine.

Donnie has a bad habit of picking his skin, and his brothers appear worried, though it seems only Mikey has the right kind of understanding. (This work does not contain Tcest, for those concerned you may read this fic at ease.)

To put it bluntly, Donnie is a skin picker. A fact the turtle estimates began sometime around the seventh year of his life, on October 2nd during that wonderful year when splinter decided that duct-taping oven mitts to his hands was a good idea. In reality, though, that wasn't the answer. The mitts were simple enough to get out of to scratch, and nothing else seemed to be able to stop him either. No matter how many times Raph lifted his hand away from his skin or Leo would bandage his body, nothing helped. One way or another, Don was constantly scratching himself. He was bound to always find a way to run his nails across his skin. The situation had gotten so bad that Don now always carried a supply of polysporin with him.

The action hardly hurt, so it wasn't the pain that drew him in. Rather, it was the hypnotic quality of the motion itself. Often when stressed, Don would soothe himself by plucking at the smooth scales of his arms, pulling out the ones that didn't align properly, and running his nails over the bumps when his technology wasn't functioning properly. If it weren't for the annoying buds of blood upon his skin, cracked and pathing down his flesh in riverbeds, one might mistake it for excessive grooming. However, that was not the case. On bad days, when Donnie was really stressed he would spot blood seeping through scab layers, a molten glow of lava, marring his normally forest-green complexion. The edges of his lips raw, and cracked, tasting blood with each word.

It was really starting to worry his family these past days. Raph had started pointing it out more as if that would snap Donnie out of it and stop. Instead, the scientist would pull away from the situation and just tuck away in his lab, a little pool of resentment building within his gut. He knew Raph meant no harm, but having it drawn attention to it, it was like, Donnie pushes away the lump in his throat. It’s as though he were some freak to be stared at. It made him feel gross, he sticks out his tongue, ugh, feelings. Though that was at least a bit more tolerable than what Leo did.

Leo's approach could be medical or just plain bullying, depending on the circumstances. Donnie would wake up from an unwilling nap one day covered in goz and bound tightly with cotton bandages; on other days, he'd be tinkering away and Leo would lean against the wall, staring, just like now, which Donnie had been trying to avoid for roughly ten minutes, wait, eleven to be exact.

It didn't take long for Donnie to turn around with a snap, the muscles on his neck throbbing as he unclenched his jaw to snap out an agitated. “What?”

“You must have a serious pizza obsession”. Leo cracks a grin, a wry twitch on his lips drawing attention to the blue of his mask glowing neon in his lab's light, the markings on his body radiating in the purple glow.. "Since you are so determined to look like one.”

“Out,” Donnie demands, swiveling back towards his desk. “Get out Nardo.”

“Hey!” Leo whines, “C'mon bro, I'm just saying.” He waves his hands about in a desperate plea, taking on a slight pace as he grappled for the return of Donnie's attention. “You need to” he struggles for the word, looking like a floundering fish as he does. “Idk, like, stop doing it.”

Don raises an eyebrow and spins around, seemingly only to glare sternly at Leo.. “If it were that easy.” He tests his words, tasting the formula sitting heavy on his tongue. “Wouldn't you think I would've stopped by now?”

Leo's reaction suggests reluctance; tongue caught behind the trap of his teeth, eyes wide and weary mooned as he looked Donnie up and down, and he must have noticed something don didn't realize about himself because he watches his twin fold into himself, seemingly sick.

“I know.” The blue one breathes, “I just.. I just want it to stop.” Don wrinkles his nose, already feeling the frosting of insults waiting to sugar the tips of lips instead he counters to an old tactic instead-

“Get out Leo.” he repeats from before. “Or I will make you.”

“Don..” he’s whining ever louder now as if he were a turtle tot once more. “At least let me tend to it, you look Awful.”

“Oh, I'm well aware.” Donnie acknowledges, “I know just well, how awful I look.” He spits, an arm shooting out of his shelf, wiggling its fingers then lunging at Leo to toss him out the door. “But it's nowhere near as bad as your attitude.”

"I'm only trying to be of help." Leo winces and then shouts,” Wait" feeling as his stomach drops when he felt the end of his shell being firmly grasped and thrown, a sharp yelp leaving his throat at the rough treatment.

Donnie locks the door behind him and returns to work, realizing that he must have been biting his lip due to a distinct metallic aftertaste in his mouth. He runs a finger across the sore flesh, feeling it paint across in the mockery of lipstick. Oh red, the colour of beauty, or desire, how it tickles his skin and taints him. He looks like a sick mockery of Christmas, the crash of red and green speaking of holiday.

He knows how awful he looks, he truly does, and he certainly doesn't need his, dumb, dumby twin reminding him of such things. Ugh, it really grinds his bolts and he almost dares to suggest that maybe Leo deserves to have a stink bomb planted in his room tonight.

It's not as though leo didn't somewhat deserve it and the caught footage could be used as blackmail and-

“Hey!” is spoken followed by a banging at the door. “Open up!”

Scheming tossed aside, Donnie complemented just tossing the bomb at him right now given this was a reasonable situation to do so since it appeared Leo just didnt know when to let up..except..that didnt sound like Leo's voice

He opens the door to investigate and sees Mikey standing there, his face obscured by paint supplies. “YAy, you let me in” He chirps, moving from foot to foot almost penguin like as he balanced his supplies. “I was worried you wouldn't.”

Donnie quirks a brow, “This better not be some weird session with Dr feelings..” he groans, halfheartedly glancing back at his work. “I'm not really in the mood.”

“Nope!” Mike drops the stuff onto the floor with a plunk and Donnie wonders why he was being careful in the first place if he were just to do that. “It's just me, Mikey, your brother.”

Donnie looks down, noticing that a paint bottle lid had popped off during the impact, leaving a dribble of yellow on his once-clean floor, and he winces, scouting the gleam of colours for any other messes. "So," he says, clasping his hands together and resting them against his mouth. "Why is my brother here, hm?" he asks, opening his hands and gesticulating broadly.

“Welll…” Mikey glances behind himself, then returns with a smile Donnie found himself mimicking. “A little birdie told me you've been mega-stressed.” He snatches up a tub and brush. “Sooooooo”

"Wait... wait," Donnie says as he steps back and raises his hands. “You don't mean…”

“Hey!” "Come back here and trust me!" Mikey exclaims. Already bracing against his right foot, he watched as Donnie shifted to his left foot and sprinted.

“I AM NOT A CANVAS” Donnie pleads, skidding to a halt. “You shall not place that goopy stuff on my skin.” He dodges a grab, a snarl to his lips, “I will skin you Mikey and sell it on the dark net.”

"I'm going to paint on you!" Mikey cries, making grabby hands at him. "Just trust me, okay?" Mikey's eyes look so watery and sad that it takes a moment for Don to feel the lump in his chest, feeling winded as he skidded to a halt. "I understand you have sensory issues."

Air comes slowly to don, watching Mikey clutch onto his supplies with desperation, his face all sniffly and gross. Somehow Donnie finds it in himself to at least entertain whatever idea his brother had. “So…what is it you want?”

As the tiredness in Donnie's bones begins to sink in, Mikey makes a cmere gesture with his hands, drawing Donnie in closer. Once there, his brother takes a seat a few inches apart and motions for Donnie to do the same. Donnie nods hesitantly, following the motion, watching as quick hands rummage through the pile of art, retrieving a purple tube and a brush.

"I used to pick at my nails." Mikey hums as he squirts paint into a tray and dabs it with his brush. "A lot," he says, swirling the brush and handing it to Don. "But then I really got into drawing and arts and crafts," he beams, extending his arm to Donnie, whose mind hadn't fully registered the fact that he was now holding a brush. "I just needed something to do with my hands, a grounder to focus," he explains, waving his hands. "And I know it's different for you, but I think you just need to relax for a moment."

Donnie's brain clicks into place, “You want me to…” he trails off eyeing the brush and then Mikey's forearm. “Paint you?”

Mikey shoves his arm even closer, his body vibrating as he excessively nodded in Donnie's opinion. “YES!” His then falls ever so, glancing ever so away…”That's, uh.. Is, if you want to.”

The brush slides against mikeys scale with ease, lavender shades mixing with the green of his scales. “Whatever.” he sighs, running the brush against his arm again one line, then two and then he began to shape it similar to his own pattern.

He reclines to admire his shaky work. "It's not bad." "Perhaps we should've been twins instead, you certainly rock the purple better than Leo," he grins.

Mikey gasped, clamping two hands over his mouth eyes peeking out over them as he lowered his hold to lean forward and whisper. “Don't let Leo hear you say that.”

Donnie snickers, “Don’t worry. I won't."

Mikey adds more paint to the tray. “Well, now that you've got the hang of it.” He turns to offer his shell. “Go to town.”

“If you insist.”

The evening consisted of this, a mixture of patterns and swirls added until Mikey was covered, not an inch of skin left as they chatted away. The stress of the day blurs away into a foggy memory.

"I don't believe there is any more room." "I guess that's it," Mikey sighs remorsefully.

“Actually.” Donnie extends his hand, offering Mikey the top of it. "You can do one pattern" "And I mean just one," he says, raising his finger.

And so Mikey paints a sun.

Just to give him a little more warmth in his life

And if raph were to spit his drink out in the morning when Mikey joined them for breakfast looking like multiple pride flags that had been cut up and sewn together, well that was just a plus side.

And if Leo trips on his own two feet and promptly face plants onto his face upon seeing Donnie's hand, well that's just a double plus side.

Now, this doesn't stop Donnie from picking, but it did help take off the edge. When the urge become too strong he’d find himself knocking on Mikey's door… and hey. You know what; Art is rather soothing.

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #Donatello & michelangelo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leonardo

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you

Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D 💖💖💖💖✨

Our birthdays are so close too👉👈 mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)

Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! 💖💖💖✨ I love you so very much <3

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

Warnings: none

Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan 😺😆💖) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!

Seijoh

The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.

Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.

Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees “Manager Chan's birthday, 19th November.”

And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.

The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.

You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.

How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?

That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.

They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.

Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.

The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.

You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying “y/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.”

You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.

When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.

Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.

You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side

Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.

“thanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!” you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.

Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.

You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. “Thanks for remembering” you said softly.

He blushed. “how did you know?” you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager ever” said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.

You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.

You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.

Shiratorizawa

So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.

Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers “Oh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!” as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)

He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.

Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.

Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.

Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.

So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.

You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. “where are we going?” you ask, and he just casually answers “to celebrate the end of exams”

You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.

“let's go have udon” says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.

Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.

You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.

Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.

You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpai” says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.

You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.

Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.

At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.

The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.

Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.

Inarizaki

My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot 😅😭) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.

Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. “Isn't y/n's birthday five days from now?”

Your friend replies. “no haha, it's today!” which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!

The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.

Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.

Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.

Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.

Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.

They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.

The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.

Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. “Y/n-san, let's go.” said Kita with a mysterious smile.

You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.

He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. “Let's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.”

You were super confused. “but school?”. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. “Kita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.”

Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.

They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.

Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.

Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.

“Happy Birthday, y/n-chan.” they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.

You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.

They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.

You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. “Thank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'” if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.

Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.

“I can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroon” said Aran.

Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.

Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.

Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.

“hey that's enough now” says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.

The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.

The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.

At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.

As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.

Taglist: @osamusriceballs @k-sakusa-old

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the-devils-girl94 · 3 years

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Okay so MC has an emotionless rest face, but they do very wholesome things. No one expects someone with a soulless expression to be a pure cinnamon roll.

MC: 😶 Their actions: 🥺💖✨💞💕

Like MC would randomly give Beel head pats, watch anime with Levi with no complaints, hold Mammon’s hand at random, and even give Lucifer coffee before he makes himself another cup. I just think it would be adorable to have headcannons of the Brothers dealing with someone like that

Lucifer:

Initially his first impression of you was that something must have happened to you to be this emotionless. He thought you wouldn't be any trouble since you seem to be so reclusive and kept to yourself, but when he sees you doing kind things around his brothers and even when you think no one is looking, he finds that it may just be who you are. Though your features may show no emotions, you make up for it through your actions and he finds that endearing. Its sometimes hard for him to show his love for his brothers through his own actions and even his words, but seeing you makes him want to try just so he can let you know that he cares about you.

Mammon:

At first he was a bit uncomfortable, especially since you don't speak much and whenever you look at him, he thinks you're glaring at him. But he comes around once he gets to know you (and kinda stalks you a little bit). He gets used to you being expressionless and emotionless, though he does try to see if he can get you to show any emotion. But basically you guys have a very wholesome relationship where Mammon is your extroverted scaredy cat who comes to his emotionless partner who doesnt need words to comfort him.

Leviathan:

He thinks you're pretty cool because you remind him of one of his anime waifus who act just like you. He's intrigued and intimidated at the same time. In a way, getting him to actually talk to you is a bit hard because he keeps stuttering and stammering around you. And then he runs away because he's embarrassed and you're just too cool. However, he heads straight to the floor when you knock on his door and hand him a Ruri-chan plushy because you heard he likes her the most. He can't keep a cool head around you, especially when you're constantly seeking him out on your own to gift him presents or give him head pats.

Satan:

He didn't know what to make of you at first. He really didn't even care for your existence since you basically fade into the background with how quiet you are. But then he went by your room one day and heard the sound of kittens. He immediately came in and saw that your arms were covered in bandages from the cat scratches, but you were holding a bottle of milk and the kittens were scrambling to try to get to you. You rushed to the door to close it behind him and signaled for him to be quiet, which he did. You explained everything, of course, and through that one interaction, came up with an operation to save the kittens and keep them out of Lucifer's sight. He really started to like and cherish you then as you seemed far more caring than his initial thought of you.

Asmodeus:

When you first ignored him, he pushed all efforts to get you to show emotion. Honestly, he has been very interested in you since he doesn't really believe your expression is always so 'cold'. He tries everything within his power to try to get you to show some form of emotion, even going so far as to scare you. He keeps up his shenanigans until one day you notice he's not around. When you ask his brothers about what happened to him, you learned that he had fallen into a slump and you decided to pay him a visit. A visit that he really appreciated because you helped him out of it and Asmo saw a side of you that he always wanted to see. He knew you weren't so cold inside and now you have a clingy, energetic Asmodeus always by your side, but he knows you don't mind.

Beelzebub & Belphegor:

Beel is a friendly, sweet soul. He'd try to befriend you and look past your expressionless features to avoid making assumptions about you. And he was right to do so because you're a really cool person. Plus your cooking and head pats are awesome. Belphie would be skeptical, but trusts Beel. And honestly, you won him over the moment you gifted him a new pillow that looked like his old one when it got destroyed in a Lotan summoning. So the twins know you are more than what you seem to be. And have been indoctrinated into their group.

#asks #anon #obey me!#obey me #brothers with an expressionless but wholesome mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers

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cheezritsu · 4 years

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Haikyuu Couple Aesthetics

Daichi Sawamura: good luck charms, front row seats at his games, the mature couple; “mom and dad” of the friend group; saying “goodnight” to one another on your doorstep, sentimental captions on their instagram posts, eating dinner and talking about your day like you’re already married; making plans for the future with one another involved; impressing one another’s parents; the thrill of doing everything together; being each others emergency contact; sleeping so well because your love is reliable and stable. You two are the timeless high school sweethearts, making the unattainable look so easy.

Sugawara Koushi: cafe dates, doting words, “sweetheart” and “darling,” laughing just from looking at one another. The secretly chaotic couple, perfectly curated dates, being approved by all his friends, soft, sweet pecks; random flower bouquets on your doorstep; kissing away your tears; hugs warmer than fresh baked cookies, grading student papers over dinner, smiley face post-it notes in your bento boxes, farmers market dates, always, always knowing each other’s favorite things; thoughtful gifts, mistakenly being called “Sugawara-san” before you’re married, shy smiles, kissing his beauty mark, a relationship as easy as the breeze. You two are like bees and flowers, working in tandem to create something natural and sweet.

Nishinoya Yuu: cutting class to hang out in the hallways, popsicles melting in the summer heat, tongues dyed red and blue from convenience store slushies, dinner dates with no leftovers, neon colored band-aids, learning to hop a fence, scuffed sneakers, bruised arms. The lawless couple, squad posing in couple pictures, matching dyed streaks, sneaking out past midnight, pulling pranks, sitting on the swingset in the middle of the night, counting the stars over head. Adoring stares, “I’m so proud of you!”, kissing his bruises, screaming out the window of your car on a road trip. Traveling the world together, video messages, blowing kisses to each other, saying “I missed you!” after one day apart. You two are twin stars, constantly orbiting each other and burning brighter, together.

Tanaka Ryuunoske: shaving his head, mini skirts, being Saeko’s favorite, troublesome trio antics, late night food runs, horror movie marathons, couple gym workouts. The unexpected couple; getting compliments from the eldery on how cute you two are, flipping off his teammates while you kiss in front of them, excessive worrying, scaring off any boys that look at your wrong, the “Will Smith gesturing to his Wife” meme; thinking you’re too good for this world, calling each other “bro” romantically, kissing him after winning games, placing a beanie over his head in the winter, taking unflattering photos of one another with the most sincere captions. You two are the moth and the flame, drawn together by an inexplicable pull.

Tsukishima Kei: Wool overcoats, headphone splitters, dogeared textbook pages, study dates, strawberry desserts, “This song reminded me of you.” The better than you couple, wearing his t-shirt to sleep, borrowing each others sweaters, kissing his bruised fingers, hiding in his jackets, going to the same university, softly singing in long car rides, always slightly touching one another, quick, secret kisses, height difference jokes, moon-centric nicknames (“moonbeam,” or “moonshine”) trying on his glasses, mirror selfies,sharing record collections, concert dates; weekend dinners at Tsukishima’s childhood house, being adorded by his teammates, dinosaur themed gifts as a joke, Studio Ghibli movie marathons, listen parties as dates, opening up to one another, “quit staring at me” “but I love you;” him constantly smiling when you’re next to him and denying it ever happened. Sharing insults as a love language, being soft when the time comes, humming into his hair as you fall asleep together. You two are a sweet, slow ballad; a duet between lovers in perfect harmony.

Akaashi Keiji: library dates, meet cutes, book recommendations, fancy dinner dates, proofreading each other’s work, cuffed trousers, trench coats, french perfume, dainty jewellery, knuckle kisses, the academic couple; good grades, pet names, longing glances, visiting each other’s jobs, sharing clothing, reading books over his shoulders, cocooning in linen blankets, the scent of fresh laundry and lavender, running your hand through one another’s hair, smoothing wrinkles out of his works shirts, working around each other in the bathroom in the morning; matching schedules, museum dates, “you’re the Romeo to my Juliet.” “please don’t die for me.” Literature references, letting Bokuto third wheel, being the smartest couple in the room, massaging one another’s shoulders after long days, words of affirmation, sitting on top of his desk, smiling as he edits another page; “are you coming to bed?” ‘quick, secret smiles. You two are matching portraits in a museum, your love equally as timeless and beautiful.

Oikawa Tooru: alien bandaids, golden hour selfies, matching skin care routines, wrapping his bandages, phone calls to remind him of things, leaning his head on your shoulder, the king and queen couple; listening to each others insecurities, being his biggest cheerleader, holding your face like it’s the whole world, helping him learn spanish, constantly bragging about one another, stupid nicknames in each other’s phones, “~Iwa-chan!~”, the Seijoh team rolling their eyes at your PDA, threats from Iwaizumi, making promises you intend to keep, being his rock, letting him cry if he needs to, petty rants, keeping nail files in your purse, knowing the real him, framed couple pictures, teasing him with the team; “I have faith in you;” being there when each other needs it. You two are beloved monarchs, ruling your domain hand in hand with benevolent smiles.

Kuroo Tetsuro: matching leather jackets, red lipstick kisses, theater hopping, chemistry puns, trying (and failing) to get rid of his bed head, constantly handsy, late night drives, cram sessions, lipstick smudges on his neck, “I’m always this kind,” Yamamoto crying in the distance, “Kenma, love us!”, being double trouble, the power couple; better grades together, singing off key, ugly couple photos, sleeping on the train, awful, cackling laughter, adored by his grandparents, stroking your hair as you fall asleep curled onto a too small couch; making it work no matter what, your eyes shining with pride at all his games. Being on the same wavelength, adoring stares while brushing your teeth, kissing him by his tie, making out in the back of taxis, pulling him into a well needed hug without thinking, playing with your food, whispering ‘I love you’ into the crown of your head. You two are immortal lovers, reunited in this life, and all those after.

Osamu Miya: late night diner runs, lazy mornings in, being business partners, staying up late drafting new menu items, slow dancing in the kitchen, all you can eat buffets, roses before every date, subtle pda; the domestic couple; matching outfits, holding hands with intertwined fingers, clutching your chests with heavy laughter from each other’s jokes, eating half each other’s plates on dinner dates; devouring ice cream by the tub while bingeing television shows, treating grocery store runs like dates, falling asleep to his heartbeat, comfortable silences, long talks while washing dishes, baking cookies at ungodly hours, hanging onto one another’s arms, sneaking away from parties to be alone, tracing patterns on one another’s skin, whispering “I love you” when the other isn’t listening, temple kisses, side hugs, growing into one another, cooking food as a love language, having immense pride for the one another. You two are best friends, falling in love with each other over and over again every day.

Atsumu Miya: neon colored lights reflecting off his hair, open mouthed kisses, toothy smirks, house parties, being one another’s arm candy, diamonds glinting under flashing lights, breathlessness, wandering hands, showering together, black lingerie, superfluous travelling, first class seating, poorly concealed hickies, clinking champagne glasses, “That’s my girl/boy!” wearing his track jacket, selfies in expensive hotels; the celebrity couple, “I don’t speak broke,” shiny engagement rings, paparazzi photos, explicit pictures, red sports cars, winks meant only for you, hands on your waist, matching manicures, tipsy kisses, flaunting cash, making out on kiss cams, holding ring covered hands, never being alone; cheesy romantic texts, only having eyes for one another. You two are wrapped around each other’s fingers tighter than a bandaid, and that’s how you like it.

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snowywinterevenings · 3 years

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Another little snippet

Another bit from a @codywanweek fic wherein Cody starts the process of learning that Obi-Wan’s emotions aren’t at all what he would expect (warning for mention of past torture)

“Let me help.”

Cody knelt beside Obi-Wan’s bedroll and gently took his left hand, gazing up at Obi-Wan for permission before touching the bandages. He knew some beings kept their soul marks hidden and some displayed them proudly, but all of the Jedi he had met kept theirs covered, and if it was Obi-Wan’s preference to leave the mark beneath the bandages concealed, he wasn’t about to do anything to compromise that. He would simply work around it.

“It’s all right. It’s not a secret, just a bit of a mess.”

Obi-Wan’s attempt at a reassuring smile didn’t reach his eyes, and Cody knew why as soon as the last of the bandages fell away. Where Obi-Wan’s soul mark should have been was a tangle of scars. Only the smallest bits of the mark remained at the edges of the mess, a hint of a delicate crawling vine and pale white petals. Even so damaged, Cody knew where the lines of it would fall. It was the twin to the mark on his arm, and as he studied it, something slotted into place in his mind, a feeling of connection beyond what Bly had been able to explain the last time they had spoken.

“Rattatak,” Obi-Wan supplied, voice pitched all wrong. Apparently Cody had been staring a bit too long.

“I read the report.”

Cody had read every gruesome line of it, stomach roiling with each word. He knew about the cuts, the burns, and the broken bones. He knew about the psychological torture and the muscle maggots. He knew why every time he saw Asajj Ventress he was filled with an incandescent rage that never dampened. The destruction of Obi-Wan’s soul mark and the queasy panic radiating off of the general were worse than anything he’d read in the report, and it made Cody want to break something over his knee.

“I can finish it. I know it’s terrible to look at.”

“Is my face terrible to look at?” Cody snapped the words without thinking and then mentally kicked himself. He wasn’t angry with Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan’s expression shuttered, but there was a little twist of self-loathing that danced through Cody’s head and then vanished, a feeling he didn’t associate with Obi-Wan at all, and one he certainly didn’t like. “No, of course not.”

“Then don’t worry about it. We all have scars.”

Cody clenched his jaw and went about applying bacta to the burns on the general’s fingers and arm. The sticky resin bombs had been nasty things, the only thing that would burn with the constant downpour, and they had unfortunately taken the men by surprise. Triage was treating a number of their brothers for widespread burns and was worried about the chance for infection given how they were constantly soaked and up to their knees in muck. Thankfully Obi-Wan’s hand seemed to be doing well despite his complete avoidance of the medical tent, likely helped along by the Force.

“Looks like it’s healing all right. I’ll get it wrapped up again so that it stays dry, or as dry as anything can be on this damned planet.”

Calmed somewhat by the methodical process of tending the injury, Cody felt himself growing braver and brushing his fingers over the uninjured parts of Obi-Wan’s hand and arm as he worked, fascinated by the little mental shivers the touch provoked. He ghosted his thumb over the edge of the remains of Obi-Wan’s soul mark as he was securing the bandage and watched in satisfaction as Obi-Wan sucked in a breath and flushed, color dusting his cheeks and his neck. Desire that was only partially his own licked down Cody’s spine, and he straightened up and turned before his face gave everything away.

#codywanweek2021 #codywan week #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #codywan #my fics #tw: mention of past torture

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Wherever the world takes us Part 1 - A SBI!Reader insert

Pairings: none Characters included: Philza, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Cpt Puffy, Schlatt, Captain Sparklez, (mentioned) Fundy Warnings: small mention of death Series: Yes, planned slow updates but this happens in a slight AU world of the official lore of the dsmp and follows along the plot only this time the reader gets included as the middle hybrid child of the SBI Part 2

Summary: A small introduction to the SBI family dynamic including the reader! Today is Techno’s big day at the local festival! He get’s to participate in a fighting tournament but until that happens there is still a ton of time to somehow still get into trouble, isn’t there?

Word count: 4380

Shapeshifters aren’t as rare as many people think. In fact many carry that gene but not everyone ends up showing the properties of one. If you have the active gene you may show first changes during your early childhood which then stretches out until your late teens where the changes will stop resulting in the persons usual animal like form. These changes can range from a whole body covered in fur to having goat like eyes or just horns on their head.

As far as scientists know there isn’t a real reason as to what the final form will be since Shapeshifters who are directly related to one another can have complete and drastically different forms to each other. Though an old myth has been going around for as long as people know that the form a Shapeshifter takes is a result of their subconscious, something that mirrors their true self. Sadly due to this belief many Non-Shifters hold stereotypes and prejudice towards them.

Philza was a Shapeshifter himself. As a kid two stubs slowly appeared at his back and settled in over the years as beautiful huge black wings that he could use for takeoff and a bit for flying but mostly functioned better for gliding around. He used these wings to later travel around the world, learning everything about it and training himself.

At some point he did settle down again and ended up fathering four children alone of whom two showed Shapeshifter properties as well.

There were the twins Technoblade and Wilbur. Technoblade showed from an early age on a deeper interest in fighting. Always asking to learn more than the self-defense techniques their father was teaching them, so Philza took the time to teach him everything he knew. Gifting him later on a proper iron sword which Techno then used to train almost daily with. Philza later had to put mending on that sword since it was chipped and scratched in a short time over heavy use. He is also one of the two children of Philza who ended up being a Shapeshifter. They first noticed when two of his teeth in his lower jaw tended to peek out of his mouth. Over the years these two teeth turned into full blown tusks, flappy pink ears would appear on his head, his hair slowly turned into a soft pink, as well as bristle like fur begun growing on his arms. It were the characteristics of a pig as they soon realized.

Wilbur the younger of the twins by two minutes was more interested in music and books. Philza gifted him a guitar the same time he gave Techno his first sword. From that point on it was a rare thing if you didn’t see Wilbur’s guitar around him. Either on his person or laying close by him. Over time he got really proficient with the instrument and begun writing amazing songs as well as singing them himself.

The middle child Y/N was the more mellow of the whole bunch though this didn’t mean much in the context of the whole family. While they happily took part in whatever trouble their siblings got up to they were at the end the first person that would try to help solve these troubles as well and took care of any wounds. To that end they soon learned how to grow their own herbs to make medicine. This was something Philza taught them. Both would spent a ton of time in the garden, so much so, that the garden was dubbed Y/N’s and Dad’s garden. Techno would sometimes help out as well but that was a more rare occurrence. Y/N was the second kid with the active Shapeshifter gene. Just like their father, two stubs appeared at their back that too would turn into huge black wings. Y/N still remembered how perplexed but proud Philza was when he understood what was happening. They didn’t know what they expected from their father but this reaction wasn’t it. But they weren’t mad about it.

The youngest of the family was Tommy and he was the number one reason why the kids got into trouble in the first place. He would wake up, make weird plans and rope the others into it as well. Wilbur was the first he would usually try to recruit to which Techno then would reluctantly join knowing that if the two are together they will need help later on. Getting Y/N on board was pretty easy as well. It was either a thing of them knowing they will one hundred percent get hurt so best to join in now or they were feeling particularly chaotic that day and wouldn’t even hesitate to join.

Back when they all lived together in their old cottage home their daily lives would always start in the same way.

Philza would be the first awake. He would wake the children up and continue downstairs to work on breakfast for everyone.

There was no real order to who would be the first downstairs for food but it was always Y/N who would be the last to join the group. Moving in front of their designated chair only to stretch before properly sitting down.

“Ew! Gross! Your wing touched my food!” Wilbur exclaimed angrily, pulling the plate with his food closer to himself and farther away from his sibling.

Y/N rolled their eyes “I’m not poisonous, Wilbur.”

“Still gross.” He muttered more to himself as he reluctantly took a bite from his toast.

Phil eyed the two but looked back down to his food and coffee “Your wings are getting pretty big. I’m sure it won’t take long until you can do more than just gliding about.”

“So, that means you can teach them to fly soon?” Tommy was the one to ask surprisingly. Sure, that was on Y/N’s mind as well so they didn’t mind Tommy saying what they thought but they still felt like it was a bad sign and a call for trouble though they couldn’t think how nor did they care enough to find out.

Philza raised one of his eyebrows, obviously taking note of that fact as well. It was something you learned to look out for once you spend enough time with Tommy. “I’m not sure how soon but I think so, yeah.”

“Cool.” Was all Tommy remarked. He then proceeded to stare at his food so his family would get their suspicion off of him. Acting as if he didn’t just figuratively plant a huge red flag on the table with the words “I have a plan!”.

Y/N on the other hand couldn’t help to smile. They were excited for the eventual day when Philza could finally teach them how to fly. For the longest time now they have only learned to use their wings to glide and got really good at changing directions while doing so. Taking care of their wings was already a pain so they wanted to get at least something good out of having them in the first place and being able to properly fly is a huge plus since getting into positions where you could actually glide around was a difficult and a bothersome thing.

Philza sighed choosing to ignore Tommy and instead turned to look at Wilbur and Y/N “What is your plan today? Want to join me and Techno when we go into town for the tournament?”

After a few seconds of confused expressions between the two Wilbur suddenly shouted “Oh! Techno’s tournament! Of course! I wanna see him beat up other people for a change!”

Techno snorted “Really feeling the support here right now, bro.”

“I’m guessing you both are coming too?” Philza was now addressing the other two of his kids.

Both were fast and eager to agree. Wilbur was right. Usually Techno tried sparring with his siblings though using the word sparring was maybe an overstatement. He would mercilessly beat them up and complain they didn’t last long enough. At rare times where all of them were bored enough they would play a game of >Who can last the longest against Techno<. Y/N really wasn’t too big a fan of this game since they ended up being the only one who would address the wounds later including their own since they didn’t trust the others to properly apply a band aid.

From this point on the breakfast was more alive than before. Tommy and Wilbur would constantly ask questions to Techno about who he will be fighting or how everything will work. To which he all just gave a very non-committal “I dunno”.

After they all cleaned up the breakfast table, they got ready and grabbed everything they needed.

The town wasn’t super far away but it was a long enough walk that it would be inconvenient to get back for things you might have forgotten.

Techno grabbed his sword while Wilbur made sure to take his beloved guitar with him. Y/N made sure to grab all kinds of medicine and bandages with them. They knew Techno will get treated at the tournament should he get hurt but they felt better if they brought some stuff with them as well. Tommy on the other hand made sure to grab all kinds of things including a few pages of paper, pens, string and more. Philza wanted to just write it down to Tommy probably meeting up with Tubbo in town and doing harmless crafts but the chances were slim.

As they made their way to the tournament and Philza was preaching to them to not cause any trouble since there would be a lot of people there today, Y/N soon noticed how Techno would nervously play around with the hilt of his worn out sword.

They affectionately put their arm around their older brother for a short side hug, including putting their wing around him “You’ll do fine. I know it. Don’t worry too much and just imagine you are beating one of us up.”

Technoblade had to roll his eyes at that “I’ll try to take that advice to heart.”

As they arrived in town the kids looked around in awe. Everywhere were stalls set up selling food or little decorative things or toys. People where weaving in and out between stalls, loudly talking with each other. Laughter and yells filled the air.

In the middle of the town square there was a huge box marked on the ground. This is where the fights would happen. As far as Techno explained the rules were simple. Get your opponent on their back, get them out of the box or beat them unconscious. Tommy was absolutely loving the idea of Techno beating all of his opponents unconscious and said he wouldn’t take any other result as acceptable.

“Alright kiddos. Techno and I have to talk with the organizer. You three can go and have some fun but you have to promise me a few things. Whatever you guys do stay together! Don’t talk to strangers and as soon as the fights start you come over. I will find you then, okay? I will only let you guys go if you agree to this.”

“I can still try to find Tubbo, right?” Tommy asked.

“Of course but only if you all stay together.” He was looking at Wilbur when he said the last part. This meant Wilbur was the boss for today. Well until they met up again with their dad.

Wilbur put his hands on each shoulder of his younger siblings “We will! Don’t worry dad!”

Philza gave them a last nod before walking off. Before Techno followed him he looked at the three “Don’t… cause too much trouble. At least for me so nothing happens to the tournament.” With that Technoblade turned around and followed Philza closely.

“Well, what should we start with?�� Y/N asked their brothers.

Tommy threw his arms in the air “Tubbo!”

Wilbur laughed “Alright. We’ll try to find your Tubbo. I’m sure he and his siblings should be around here as well.”

Tubbo was Tommy’s best friend and honestly he hangs around their home so much they almost consider him a family member as well. He had an older sister Puffy and an older brother Schlatt though. They were a curious case. All three of them carried the active Shapeshifter gene and all three begun growing horns, their ears turned into that of goats and they all had the horizontal iris’.

Y/N liked to spend time with Puffy. Just like Y/N Puffy too acted more like a caretaker to her siblings which the two soon bonded over while Schlatt and Wilbur soon hit it off as well. It was actually quite amusing to see them interacting since Wilbur was known for loving art and freedom. Schlatt on the other hand tried to see how he can scam the most people in the most effective manner in the shortest amount of time. Trying to turn in a profit at every turn. You wouldn’t immediately think they would end up being such good friends.

The three were raised by their father as well who everyone just referred to as Captain Sparklez though his real name was Jordan. He coincidentally also helped with setting up this little festival for the town.

Tommy suddenly took a deep breath in as he cupped his hands around his mouth “Tubbo!”

Wilbur furrowed his brows “Tommy, there are a ton of people around here! There is no way he heard you.”

“Tommy! Over here!” a different voice called out, away from all the stalls and people.

Wilbur and Y/N looked surprised while Tommy almost proudly smirked at them. The bond Tommy and Tubbo had was something else.

Together the three ran through the crowd to finally meet up with Tubbo and apparently his siblings. As a greeting Tubbo softly headbutted Tommy while Puffy did the same to Y/N. Schlatt never did this with Wilbur. Said he might have goat like characteristics but he is still more human than goat hence why he didn’t do this whole headbutting thing. It has been a whole ordeal with Wilbur once where he demanded to get a headbutt from Schlatt as well for a greeting. After enough prodding and being a general nuisance Schlatt decided to straight up headbutt him as hard as possible almost knocking him out and gave him a good bruise on his forehead. Wilbur never asked for another headbutt greeting since then.

Y/N gave Puffy an additional hug, making sure to wrap their wings around her as well “I’m glad to see you Puffy!”

“So am I! I heard Techno is taking part in the tournament, isn’t he?”

Schlatt was for some reason cackling at that “Oh I bet he will win, won’t he? This would be the best time for some betting!”

Tommy, Y/N and Wilbur all nodded saying things like “Of course he will win. My brother is the best”

Soon the group begun to fall into their usual banter. Tommy and Tubbo were doing something next to them, only sometimes getting back into the conversation. Schlatt and Wilbur on the other hand were talking about how they could start bets and maybe earn some money because surely Techno will win. Y/N and Puffy listened in only to interject at times to root them back down. Both made sure they wouldn’t end up doing anything too stupid, though they too were in on it and ready to help out.

In the end the whole group was sitting on the ground and writing their plan down on the paper Tommy brought with him as suddenly a loud voice boomed over the crowd announcing that the fighting tournament will soon begin.

Tubbo looked absolutely horrified “No! I didn’t have a chance to check out the candy yet!”

Schaltt sighed and gave Tubbo a reassuring pat on his back “Don’t worry kiddo they will still be here after the tournament.”

With that the group begun walking to the marked place for the fighting. All the while Schlatt was grumbling that this was way too early and he couldn’t act on his betting plans.

“There are a lot of people.” Y/N noted as they came closer to their goal.

Indeed there were a surprising amount of people standing around the place. If it was difficult to get through the crowd before, now it seemed almost impossible. It was almost comical how the crowd seemingly turned into a wall of steel as the announcer begun his speech in order to greet all the people watching.

“Ugh, I can barely see anything.” Wilbur whined as he moved on his toes. Wilbur was the tallest of the group so when he had problems seeing anything Y/N instinctively already gave up. Maybe one day it would be the other way around seeing as they all were still growing but for now this was the reality of the situation.

Tommy was frantically jumping into the air trying to see anything that happened. He didn’t say it but he wanted to make sure to not miss out on any second of Techno’s fights. He was his older brother after all.

“Hey, Schlatt?” Tubbo almost whispered as he tugged at his older brother’s shirt.

Schlatt barely made any proper attempt to look over the crowd probably still busy thinking about his lost business opportunity. He tilted his head down to look at Tubbo “Hm?”

Suddenly Tubbo’s unsure expression turned into a serious one. While Wilbur, Tommy and Y/N were confused about this, Puffy begun to snicker.

“Aw, come on!” Schlatt drawled out but as soon as Tubbo got his pouting face out it was over for him.

He rolled his eyes and knelt down. With the help of Puffy, Tubbo was soon sitting on Schlatt’s shoulders, overlooking the crowd.

For some reason Tommy looked absolutely betrayed “This is unfair!”

“And why is that?” was all that Tubbo asked smugly. He was grabbing onto Schlatt’s horns which lead to him involuntarily yanking around his head whenever Tubbo himself moved around. Annoyed Schlatt gave his younger brother a playful slap on his arm as a sign to knock it off.

Tommy crossed his arms “Hey, Wilby! Wait no, I’m not a child anymore.”

Before Wilbur could even do his obligatory cooing whenever Tommy used his nickname or before Y/N could remind him that he was indeed still a child and younger than Tubbo he turned towards them instead.

“Y/N! You carry me and fly up that is way cooler than sitting on someone’s shoulders like some two year old.”

This took Y/N quite by surprise “What?”

“Dad said you are ready to fly and you spent like most of your free time already gliding or flying about so like basically the same thing right?”

“No! This is completely different! Besides I’m pretty sure my wings right now are barely able to carry my own weight! To that I have no idea how to take off from ground!”

Tommy’s bottom lip begun to quiver. Both Wilbur and Y/N knew it was fake but it was still a weakness for the two.

Y/N tried grabbing Wilbur’s sleeve for support but he was already looking at them with sad eyes himself “I mean Tommy just wants to see his big brother win, which is understandable right? At least worth a try?”

It was Y/N’s time to look betrayed but their expression soon got exchange by that one of defeat “One… One try. If that doesn’t work out I will give up.”

So the group walked back away from the crowd to have more space, Tubbo still happily sitting on Schlatt’s shoulders. He looked annoyed but Puffy knew that he was just as happy as she was that Tubbo had obviously a good time.

Y/N would spent a few minutes just trying to take off the ground on their own saying that they would first need to be a bit in the air before being able to grab Tommy. Wilbur was just watching with an amused smile on his face. Oh he was almost certain how this will end in disaster but he was just too curious to see how exactly.

After multiple running starts Y/N managed to get a few feet off into the air, flying directly towards Tommy so they could pick him up. They more or less bodychecked into their younger brother but still managed to pick him up and for a short moment it looked like the two were indeed a few feet above the height of the crowd.

Tommy was screaming partially out of fear but partially out of excitement. Y/N was so concentrated on flying and holding onto Tommy they didn’t even try to look out for Techno on the ground. They stayed semi stable in the air for good two seconds before both suddenly noticed they were losing altitude rapidly.

Now both were screaming as Y/N desperately tried to glide towards the hay bails that the town put up as decoration but with the added weight of Tommy they still plummeted towards the ground pretty fast.

The next thing Y/N remembers was that they were surrounded by hay and that their whole body was feeling heavy and sore. Tommy was groaning as he tried his best to get out of the hay and off their sibling while Y/N first made sure to calmly fold their wings back against their back as they slowly got out of the hay as well.

Suddenly two strong hands grabbed the still disoriented Y/N and helped them properly back to their feet only to be met by an angry looking Philza.

“What on Ender were you thinking?”

“Oh hey dad!” Y/N croaked out as they avoided any eye contact with him. Instead they were busy plucking hay out of their wings. Due to the fall there was a lot of hay trapped between feathers, there were also a few bent feathers that felt uncomfortable at best.

Tommy was sheepishly standing next to them also avoiding eye contact.

“I told you to get to the tournament and wait for me! I told you guys I would make sure to find you so why did you do whatever the hell you just did?” Philza rambled off.

“Yeah guys why did you two do that?” Wilbur was now approaching his family as well, including their other three friends who followed suit.

Y/N let go of their wing as they turned towards their older brother with an angry frown “You encouraged us! Don’t act like you are the only innocent person here! Aren’t you as our big brother supposed to stop us or something when we are stupid?”

Philza sighed “Okay, we deal with this later but at least tell me why?”

“We wanted to see Techno but we couldn’t get past the crowd!” Tommy answered.

“My fights will only start in like half an hour dude. Didn’t you guys listen to the announcements?”

To their surprise Technoblade appeared from behind Philza. He looked bored but still had a somewhat smug smile on his face. Who wouldn’t feel a tiny big smug when your younger siblings gets into trouble with dad for something that was absolutely their fault and you were luckily this time no part of it.

“You three are in trouble! We will go back so Techno won’t be too late for when it’s his turn but once we are back home it’s three weeks of chores for all of you.”

This earned him a murmur of “Okay, dad.” And “But we didn’t do anything bad!”

After that the day ended up pretty normally. They had their trouble for the day so they continued on with following Philza back to the tournament place. He made sure that all the kids had the best places in front so they could watch as Techno absolutely destroyed the other kids.

Jordan joined them as well. Philza didn’t spend any time waiting on telling him how Y/N and Tommy crashed into one of his decorations. He wasn’t angry but did chew out his own kids a little bit for not even attempting to stop them.

For some reason this was the day Y/N always fondly thought back on. They got into their typical trouble that day but also spend a ton of time with their family and friends back in their hometown. Enjoying seeing Techno beat others up and of course winning the tournament to which then Phil and Jordan bought the kids a ton of candy from the stalls.

Yes, they loved their family so dearly and would do anything for them.

So when a letter arrived from Wilbur that informed them that a few days ago a friend betrayed him which led to him losing his first life of three as well for Tommy, Tubbo and their nephew Fundy it felt like their heart got ripped out of their chest.

Y/N was still living at their old childhood home with Philza but both were only rarely at home. The two traveled around the world independently from each other using the old cottage as a place to rest in between. Wilbur probably addressed the letter knowing that this was the most reliable way to contact his family.

Reaching Technoblade who was training out of country was almost impossible at this point in time.

Y/N got out a piece of paper and wrote a letter for their father.

“Dad, I’m going to visit Wil and Tommy. Love, Y/N”

This was all that needed to be said.

They put the letter including the letter from Wilbur visibly on the table so Philza would see it as soon as he got back home. They did this sometimes in order to talk to Philza as well as the other way around so both were always looking out for messages on the table once they got back home.

Y/N grabbed their old netherite sword they got way back from Techno as a gift and begun thinking about what to take with them for the flight towards L’Manberg. If they fly it would only take a few days to reach the place but they also couldn’t carry a lot of things with them.

“Hell of a reason to visit your family after a long time, huh.”

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Predicament [part one]

Alfie Solomons x Shelby! sister reader

Warnings: talks of war, violence,

Request: please one where tommy’s twin sister was a nurse in the war and ended up tending to our boy alfie, they happen to fall in love but are told that the other died so shelby sis and him are surprised when they meet after during a deal

word count: 3.5 k

thinking of making this a two part mini-series, so enjoy a backstory [it’s a longish read so :”) let me know your thoughts]

𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟓

If you shut your eyes tight enough, you could pretend that you weren’t there.

You could pretend that the sounds of gun fire and shouting was actually your younger brothers screams and heavy footsteps as they chased your sister around your cramped flat that looked like a cramped traditional Gypsy caravan.

You could pretend that the smell of gun powder was actually just the wood that your aunt burnt in the fireplace, where you were huddled up with your siblings – telling stories alongside your twin brother.

But there was no room for pretending in a place so disastrous – a place where one decision could end your life.

Tiredly rubbing your bloodied hands down your light blue dress, you ignored the sounds of everyone rushing through the area around you – you needed a break. You weren’t sure how much more death you could take.

Staring at the crimson stains that stained the skin of your hands, you let out a shaky sigh as you tried not to cry, reminding yourself that you couldn’t have saved your last patient. He was already too far gone.

You wished to go back to a happier time. A time where the only blood you would see was when you chased your twin brother, Tommy, down the cobblestone road of Watery Lane – falling and scraping your knees and palms.

A time where your dreams weren’t full of blood, screams and damn medical equipment.

Sometimes you cursed your younger sister, Ada, for forcing you to attend that damn nursing course – cursed yourself for falling in love with the possibility of being able to help people.

Because it’s what got you here. It’s why they drafted you alongside your brothers – to help the soldiers.

“Shelby!” A feminine voice called as rushed footsteps headed towards you. “What are you doing on the floor? We need you!”

The young red-headed woman quickly bent down and grabbed your forearms to pull you onto your feet, her eyes darting over your shaky figure to make sure you were alright. Dorothy, you think her name was – you couldn’t be too sure with how foggy your mind seemed to be, barely showed anymore concern as she tugged you forward.

“More corps have been brought in,” the woman hurried to explain as she lead you over to the Field Marshal. “He wants you to take care of someone important.”

You barely got to question the woman as she rushed off to tend her own patients – your entire body going into nurse mode as you took in the man on the stretcher, your eyes darting to your superior.

“Don’t let him die,” the older man condescendingly spoke as you pushed past the crowd around the injured soldier. “He’s a captain, Miss Shelby – keep him alive.”

You made quick work of assessing his injuries, tearing off his thin white shirt to see a bullet entrance wound on the right side of his chest – using all your strength to roll him over slightly to spot an exit wound.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you grabbed a few rags from the small bench beside you, pushing them against the wound on his back as you made nimble work of sterilising the entrance wound and the needle that another nurse had handed off to you.

You were focused, constantly checking his pulse and making sure you weren’t losing the soldier – knowing that his body passed out to avoid him having to deal with the pain. With ringing ears from the loud shouts from the sea of people around you – you tirelessly worked until you were certain his wound was properly treated.

With a huff, you fell down into the small chair beside his bed – it was late, the hustle and bustle inside the makeshift hospital had calmed down slightly. Patients fast asleep in their uncomfortable cots – nurses retreating to their headquarters, but you refused.

If someone asked, you wouldn’t be able to tell them how long you had sat in that uncomfortable chair – occasionally dozing off in exhaustion before you snapped out of it to make sure your patient hadn’t died on your watch.

Resting your cheek on your open palm – your elbow dug into the wooden armrest of the chair as you watched the man peacefully sleep. The orange hues from the candles beside his bed lit up his features and if you looked closely enough you could make out the lines of exhaustion behind his ginger beard. His pale skin was covered with dirt and soot – the white bandages around his chest standing out against the grime.

He was someone you would’ve found attractive before.

Basking in the rare moment of silence, you finally allowed your mind and body to catch a break. The continuous hours on your feet and threat of death that was constantly in the back of your mind ceased – if only for a moment, before you were snapped out of a brisk period of peace by a soft groan.

You were on your feet within a second, hand tenderly resting on his bicep as you checked over him for any signs of distress – his eyes blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his vision as he let out a hiss of pain through his clenched teeth.

“The fuck happened?” Your heart jumped at the sound of his gravelly voice followed by a dry cough. You reached over for the flask full of water next to the bed – gently lifting his head as you helped him drink.

A loud whimper left his lips as you placed his head back down on the stiff pillow – your hands hovering over where his wound was, watching as he tried to figure out what was happening.

“Where does it hurt, captain?”

His eyes seemed to widen at the sound of your soft voice, the crystal blue meeting your own as you stared at him in concern. One of his hands lifted to come rest on his forehead as he rubbed at the skin.

“Are you an angel?” He drowsily questioned, taking in his surroundings as a soft chuckle left your lips. “Where am I?”

“The infirmary.”

Gently pulling his hand away from his face, you stared down at him as he seemed to huff in recognition – obviously remembering what had happened that landed him in the medical tent.

“Is it your bullet wound or somewhere else that hurts? I can’t help you if I don’t know, captain.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you waited for him to explain the exact area that he was experiencing pain – letting out a sigh when he didn’t respond, obviously too headstrong to admit that he was in pain.

“Alright,” you trailed off, reaching for the folded blanket at the end of his cot. “It’s a thin blanket, but the nights here get quite cold if you don’t have adrenaline coursing through your veins – so it’ll help a little.”

He watched as you tucked the blanket into the sides of the uncomfortable bed he was stuck in. You were pretty, too pretty for a place like this – perhaps you were an angel after-all. An angel living in hell.

“How many did we lose?” He questioned, watching as your fluent movements faltered – your eyes darting down to your now clean palms.

“Fifteen,” you whispered. “Although, that’s only the confirmed number.”

Neither of you said much more as you rounded his bed again, sitting back down in the chair next to him. He watched as your hands shook, exhaustion evident in the way your entire body seemed to slump in the wooden seat.

“We have any fuckin’ alcohol?” He chuckled lightly, trying not to flinch at the flare of pain he experienced at the movement.

“Only the whiskey we need to save to disinfect things.”

“That’s a fuckin’ shame, innit. Could fuckin’ use it right now, yeah,” his voice held a joking undertone – but you could tell that he was serious. You could use a drink too, just to forget.

“I’d have finished half the bottle already if I had any,” you responded, watching as the corners of his mouth quirked up, a gentle understanding growing between the both of you.

This was the most conversation he had in months that didn’t involve talk of tactic and strategy – perhaps that’s why he wanted it to continue.

“You drink whiskey?”

You shrugged. ”Used to. My brothers were obsessed with it, used to steal it from my dads liquor cabinet and we’d all run down to our spot in my uncles yard to drink it. Got a hell of a scolding, but it was worth it.”

“You don’t look like a bird who drinks the hard fuckin’ stuff, you don’t.”

Your eyebrows rose in questioning, a small smile growing on your face at his teasing – a rare sight to see in a place like this.

“What type of girl do you take me for, captain?”

Both of your heads turned at the sound of a loud cough from someone at the far end of the tent, before your attention was back on each other for a second as the sound of a jet passing above you had you both freezing – holding your breaths until the sound became distant.

You noticed that his features instantly hardened at the sound, before relaxing once his eyes landed back on your figure.

“Something sweet,” he continued your conversation as if your previously tense actions hadn’t interrupted anything. “Right, yeah, you look like you’d like a sweet drink.”

Your fingers traced the dents in the armrest of the chair, as you slouched in the seat again. “I guess looks are deceiving, captain.”

He hummed at your words, moving the blanket down his body to look at his bandage – your arm reaching out to stop his hands from pulling down the bandage.

“I’ll change it in about six hours,” you told him, getting him to pull the blanket back on. “You lost quite a lot of blood, but my superior said that you were important – couldn’t let you die.”

“You patch me up yourself?”

With a nod in agreement to his words, you let out a soft, “yes, captain.”

He seemed to leave the topic at that – shutting his eyes, before grunting at the back of his throat.

“Right, the name’s Alfie. Alfie Solomons. Better than captain, innit?”

“I don’t know, I quite like the authority,” you teased, with a soft giggle – causing him to widely grin. “Get some rest, Alfie. You’ve been through a lot.”

“Only if I get your name too,” he countered, his intense stare causing your skin to heat.

“Y/N Shelby,” you introduced yourself, before gesturing towards him with your chin. “Now go to sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You smiled at his agreement, however the both of you knew that sleep was the last thing you would be able to do with the way the tent seemed to begin to come back to life.

The silence never lasted long, anyway.

~~~~~~~

𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟵𝟭𝟱

The infantry was way too full.

You could barely walk anywhere without bumping into someone or something – having to step outside the tent just to be able to breathe.

A few of the soldiers lingering outside turned to you with curious eyes as you tried to stabilise your breathing – you knew you looked like a mess. From the way your uniform was covered in stains of blood, vomit and mud from the countless men you had treated.

A tunnel had collapsed, and at first you had freaked thinking that it was the 179 – the diggers that involved your twin brother, Tommy. You had never pushed so many people out of the way as you checked every bed to make sure he wasn’t in one.

You should’ve felt guilty about the immense relief that overcame you when you realised that it was a different set of troops – but you wouldn’t know what to do if it was your own flesh and blood that was being treated.

“Mail!” A booming voice caused you to jump slightly, your palm resting above your heart as you tried to calm yourself.

You watched as all the men outside rushed over, eagerly wanting to know if their loved ones back home had sent them something that could give them a sliver of hope to hang on to.

The happiness outside was a contrast to the sorrow going on inside the tent behind you.

“No letter?” Your head darted to your left to see your favourite patient walking over to you, a charming smile gracing his face.

“My brothers send them to my aunt,” you gave him a small smile as you took in his appearance. “You seem to be healing nicely, Alf.”

“I have the best fuckin’ nurse taking care of me, don’t I?”

You laughed, looking down at the floor so he wouldn’t see the way you had flushed at his compliment. Alfie had become your primary focus as a patient, making sure that he was healed enough for his superior to be able to send him back out into the field.

It didn’t take long for him to be back on his feet, often clinging to your shoulder as you walked around the military base. The wound in his chest was healing nicely – nothing but a mere scar now.

The thought of him leaving you to go back out into the war zone caused an unsettling feeling to wash over him – your Field Marshal having informed Alfie that he was being sent back out with a new group of corps in a week.

“Right, how about I fuckin’ write to you?”

Your head shot up at his suggestion, a little frown growing on your pretty features – causing Alfie’s hands to cup your cheeks in his palms, his calloused thumb rubbing out the tense lines between your brows. For a man who had been toughened by such violence, he was extremely gentle with you.

Aunt Polly would’ve scolded you for swearing upon the Lords name, but you couldn’t help but swear that Alfie was the handsomest man you had ever seen. From his bright eyes that contrasted against his sharp features, to the way his smile would cause his nose to crinkle whenever you had come back at his smart-ass responses with even more sass.

You wish you found yourself falling for him under different circumstances.

For that you would curse on the Lords name. For introducing you to a man who you would gladly give your heart to – instead forcing you to put up your guard, knowing that at any moment you could lose each other. You cursed him for putting a future in front of you that you could never have.

However, that didn’t seem to stop the other soldiers and nurses around you from referring to you as the ‘captains girl’ – never failing at making you a stumbling mess.

“You want to write me?” You questioned him after a beat, letting him take your hand in his as he walked with you – his voice echoing around you.

“Right, tell me why your brothers don’t write to you.”

“It’s a distraction,” you hummed, although Alfie noticed you visibly deflate at the words. “We don’t write to each other because we’d end up becoming reliant on the letters. Not knowing is better than knowing – at least, until this is all over.”

Alfie ran his free hand under his nose, before speaking again.

“Do you wish you knew?” You nodded.

“I worry,” tears began to cloud your pretty eyes, as Alfie sat you on a log away from everyone. “I never know if they’re still alive. They could be dead right now and I’d have no idea. Aunt Pol never writes to me either because she knows I’ll ask and I can’t afford those distractions – distractions get you killed.”

Alfie seemed lost in thought as he took in your words, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he pulled you under his arm.

“I’ll write you,” he muttered into the crown of your head. “I promise to fuckin’ write you as many fuckin’ letters that I can, if it brings you comfort.”

He barely had time to react as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug – letting yourself show weakness around him as you cried for the first time in too long.

“Thank you,” you spoke genuinely, as he moved you so you were straddling his lap – your forehead resting against his. “I’ll write you back.”

With those words, his lips were on yours – a kiss so soft and tender. A love born through the ashes of a world blanketed by disaster.

~~~~~~~

𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟔

He kept his promise.

He wrote to you as often as he could – a whole box of crinkled letters hidden under your bed in the nurses quarters. You pulled them out each night after everyone had fallen asleep, re-reading over the penciled lettering under candlelight until your eyelids became heavy.

He kept his promise until they stopped.

You waited outside, bouncing on the heels of your feet – catching sight of a young man carrying a bag full of mail. Rushing over to him, he gave you a wink before dropping the bag to his feet – opening it as he riffled through the letters.

“Another letter from your man?” The blonde man smiled, he was youthful – even after everything he had seen at such a young age. You eagerly nodded to his question, barely paying mind to the soft chuckles that came from the men who had began to group around you.

You excitedly waited as he shuffled through the letters, calling out random soldiers names – handing them their envelopes until he got to the bottom of the bag.

Not a single one for you.

You heart seemed to sink when the man sympathetically looked towards you – but you brushed it off. He probably wasn’t able to write you yet, he was a captain after all.

But then that missed letter turned into weeks where you didn’t receive a single one – you had sent him multiple, expressing your concern and asking if he was alright, but you never got a response back.

Eventually you stopped waiting outside on mail day – distracting yourself by treating injuries and re-organising the medical equipment for hours on end.

Everybody seemed to tread lightly around you, the soldiers who once called you ‘captains girl’ had taken to calling you your name again and the nurses who would often tease you during the day about your love had stopped.

You didn’t want to think about what had happened to him, telling yourself that he was okay – that he was an honourable man who had more important matters than writing to you.

This was why you didn’t write to your brothers, you thought.

You had built up your wall, pretending that you were okay and not worrying about him at all – although, even a blind man would be able to see that your mind was elsewhere.

Distractions were weakness.

It wasn’t until one faithful day that you finally broke down. The day was colder than usual – rain pelting down outside as you tirelessly worked for hours on end.

The loud infirmary seemed to quieten when your Field Marshal walked in, his eyes darting around the room before landing on you. You could feel your heartbeat speed up; palms becoming sweaty as he walked towards you and removed his hat – running his finger through his grey hair.

“I hate to do this here,” he spoke to you, gesturing you to the side of the tent, away from everyone.

“Is it my brothers?” You questioned, although deep down you knew it wasn’t them he was going to speak about – confirming it when he solemnly shook his head.

“I was told to inform you that Captain Solomons has been killed in action,” he regretfully spoke – your breath hitching at his words before you broke.

One of your hands clenched the fabric of your dress – a sob tearing its way past your lips as you limply fell into the older mans awaiting arms.

He wasn’t supposed to comfort you, but everyone knew you had saved the most of his men, so he let you desperately cling to him – he sighed when he heard the soft “no’s” between your cries.

“I know it hurts,” he mumbled, as a couple of the other nurses rushed to your side to keep you steady – his hands held your face as he spoke to you. “But is this going to affect your work, Miss Shelby?”

You tried to shake your head to assure him that you could still do your job, but you barely heard him as he told the girls to take you back to your sleep quarters – letting you have the rest of the days off.

The two women did as instructed, gently placing you in your bed – brushing away a few of your tears as they made sure you were comfortable before they had to leave to get back to their duties.

You barely moved as you laid there in complete silence – letting yourself cry for that future that the Lord had dangled in front of you before snatching it away.

You cried for Alfie. You cried for your loss.

You cried for what could’ve been.

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Gif credit @rainbow-motors

Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 1518

Summary: Alone on a hunt for the holidays, 19-year-old Dean calls up his childhood friend.

Notes: I’ve been obsessed with Young Jensen content and I found this gif (Thanks to the creator!) and I really wanted to write something for a younger Dean. Call me lazy, but I didn’t want to include the hunt itself in this one. I thought writing the moments before and after would be cute, so enjoy! (Bit of a mess, but I hope you like it)

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“Hey Sammy, it’s me,” Dean started the voicemail grimly. It was the third one he’d left for his younger brother, “I know you’re not happy with me and that’s why you won’t take my calls, but dammit man, I’ll be back as soon as I can. It’s just another hunt Sam. I’ll be back before you can say Hanukkah.” He thought for a moment before finishing. “Merry Christmas, Sammy.”

He ended the message and tossed his phone on the motel bed with a huff. He knew Sam was pissed about him going on a hunt alone, especially over Christmas, but he didn’t think the silent treatment was going to last this long. Dad gave him an order and he wasn’t going to let him down.

Dean sat down in front of a pile of books and sighed. He hated the research parts of hunts. He just wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch. Unfortunately, he wasn’t totally sure what this particular son-of-a-bitch was. Over the course of seven years, 15 kids have gone missing right around Christmas time. No notes, no bodies, nothing. If his dad had any theories, he certainly hadn’t shared them. So research time it was.

About three hours and two illegally obtained beers later, he had a couple of theories ready. It didn’t seem like a spirit or vampires, and without heartless bodies, it wasn’t a werewolf. Since the disappearances always happened around the holidays, he figured that the creature might have Pagan roots. Either that, or it could be a Grinch of a witch somewhere. Whatever it was, it was sure putting a dent in his holiday.

Maybe that’s why he dialed the number. Sure, his dad told him he needed to do this on his own, but if it really was some Pagan entity, he wasn’t really sure he could take it on by himself- not that he would ever tell his father that. As far as his dad was concerned, Dean could handle anything that the dark world threw at him. But right now, looking at the Christmas lights through the frosty motel window, he wanted a friend.

“Jack Frost, can’t say I was expecting a call from you.” Your amused voice made Dean smile. You had the phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear as you painted your toenails Christmas Tree green. Just because you were a badass hunter didn’t mean you couldn’t be festive.

“Hey Y/N,” Dean chuckled, pushing away from the book covered table and cracking open another beer, “how’ve things been on your side of the Midwest?”

“Oh, you know, vengeful spirit here, vampire there, nothing too exciting.” You twisted the top back on the polish and hopped off the bathroom counter, being careful when you walked so you didn’t get any polish on the carpet. “Mom’s been off with the twins, trying to give them a little bit of a normal Christmas up in Oregon.”

“Why aren’t you with them?” Dean wondered. Your family wasn’t like his family. You and your mom somehow made it work. You weren’t usually separated, at least not for long.

“I had a hunch that someone else was going to be needing me this year.” Dean let out a long, frustrated groan.

“Sam called you, didn’t he?”

“Sammy boy was worried that you’d have a lonely Christmas so he asked me to hang around in case you needed some help.” You shrugged.

“Hang around? What do you mean hang around?”

“Come to room 114 and find out Dean-o.” With a smirk, you hung up and waited at the foot of your bed, flipping through channels on the television. You settled on a channel that was playing The Year Without a Santa Claus.

When you heard the knock on the door you walked on your heels to open it. Dean gave you an annoyed glare, but you could tell he was happy to see you. He barreled passed you, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Watch the feet!” You whined, pointing at your newly painted toes. Dean rolled his eyes.

“You painted your toenails?” He scoffed. “What are you? 13?”

“Don’t be a Scrooge, they look nice.” You had long been able to handle Dean’s snarkiness.

Your mother had run into John Winchester back in 1990 on a spirit case. Dean was 11, you were 10 and Sam and the twins were about 7. While your parents took down the ghost, you and Dean had to babysit. While he was obnoxious at first, the two of you got along pretty well. You bonded over being the oldest siblings, constantly having to look out for your kid brothers, worrying whether or not your parents would come home, remembering the parent that you’d lost, for Dean, it was his mother to a demon, for you it was your dad to a werewolf.

After that, John and your mom would sometimes meet up if only to have you and Dean look after the younger kids. You even ended up going to the same high school for a while. Dean was probably the closest thing you had in your monster-hunting world to a best friend. And you, not that he would ever say it, were the closest thing he’d ever had to a crush.

“I think I may have a lead on what we’re looking for here.” You informed, tossing him your journal. Astonished, Dean scanned the page.

“How did you-”

“I’ve been researching gods in my free time.”

“You are such a nerd.” Dean scoffed, taking a closer look at something you wrote.

“Yeah well this nerd has saved your ass more than a fair share so shut it, Winchester.” You smirked, snatching back your journal. “Based on the case files of the missing kids, I have an idea of who we might be dealing with. Gryla is from Icelandic folklore and she, uh, eats naughty children.”

“And here I complained about the coal.” Dean grimaced.

“If we don’t figure out where she is, these kids become Christmas dinner.” While you dove into more research, Dean looked over your shoulder at the TV.

“Are those puppets?”

You scrambled to turn off the TV, but Dean stole the remote.

“It’s a Christmas classic.” You reasoned, feeling yourself turn red. “I watched it with the twins all the time when we were kids.”

“I think it’s adorable.” He leaned ever so closer to you without realizing it. Like a magnet pulling you together, you found yourself inching closer and closer until-

“Are we going to hunt this thing or not?” You suddenly exclaimed, backing away quickly. He was just kidding around. Dean was always pretty flirty. It was just part of your friendship. He didn’t feel that way about you- the way you felt about him.

You burst through your motel room door, half carrying Dean in with you. In a panicked rush, you sat him down on the bed and scrambled to find your first aid kit.

“At least we beat the damn thing, right?” Dean smirked before wincing at the pain. His wound wasn’t life threatening, but it sure hurt like a bitch.

“This is going to hurt.” You warned, turning on the radio to drown out any pained sounds that Dean made. As you cleaned the wound, his eyes were locked on you. You tried not to notice. It was the pain that was making him look at you like that. You covered the wound with a bandage and put a fair distance between the two of you. You hoped he couldn’t see how much you were shaking.

“Everything okay?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine, Dean.” You lied, laughing nervously. “I just got kinda freaked out when I saw her attack you.”

“You sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

“I thought you were going to die, Dean, I think that’s a sufficient reason to be a little jittery.” Dean got up from his place on the bed and walked towards you.

“We’ve known each other for how long, Y/N? I can tell when you’re not telling me the whole story.”

You ignored him, electing to listen to the Christmas music coming from the radio instead. It was one of your favorites. You mouthed the words to yourself.

“Through the years, we all will be together. If the fates allow.”

“Fate hasn’t exactly been our friend.” You scoffed.

“Huh?”

“The song. It says ‘if the fates allow’. Fate doesn’t seem to like us this year.”

“I don’t believe in all that.” Dean said, shaking his head. “And if I did, it looks like ‘fate’ has had it out for me for the past fifteen years.”

“Fair enough.” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching snow start to fall outside the window. Neither of you said anything. You both just watched the white flecks tumble down to the earth. You turned around and found him standing right behind you. It didn’t startle you. It felt like he was meant to be close to you. You breathed in slowly before whispering. “Merry Christmas Dean.”

“Merry Christmas.”

You didn’t need any mistletoe for what came next.

#dean winchester x reader #young dean winchester #Happy Holidays #supernatural christmas #supernatural imagines

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liz-tries-to-write · 3 years

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Sophitz Week: Angst

A/N: This is for this second prompt for Sophitz ship week! I forgot how fun it is to write angst >:)

Pairing: Sophie x Fitz

Word Count: ~1.7k

TW: blood, death

Sophie has had many near-death experiences.

Everyone knows this; she’s constantly throwing herself in the path of danger to help other people, no matter the cost. She’s at the center of it all, which means the outcome of most things depends on her. And she’s all too willing to sacrifice herself.

Fitz has had one or two himself. The one that haunts him the most was the incident with the arthropleura, and it brings back memories of vile tea and dark spiderwebs, and the sensation of being caught between life and death.

Something all these events had in common was that no matter what, everyone was okay. Mind breaks, broken bones, shadowflux; there were so many moments where someone was teetering on the edge of death. Honestly, Sophie flirted with death more than she did Fitz. But at the end of the day, she was always safe— alive.

Looking down at his tunic soaked in Sophie’s blood, Fitz wasn’t sure that this time was going to be like rest. When he had stumbled into the Healing Centre, Sophie in his arms, Bullhorn hadn't even screamed. He had simply laid down next to her, his tiny body almost as motionless as the blonde was.

Fitz remembers Sophie’s hair spread out beneath her like a halo, her eyes closed as though she were asleep, and blood, so much blood. And that’s all he remembers before he collapses and the world fades to black.

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The next week was a whirlwind of vials and bandages, flashing lights and sleepless nights. Fitz had recovered within a few days. Thanks to Elwin’s care, his injuries hadn’t been too serious.

But Sophie remained unconscious, and Fitz wasn’t sure if she was ever going to wake up.

The thought caused his chest to constrict, his emotions triggering the shadow flux and making it impossible to breathe. Once, Elwin had rushed over, thinking Fitz was injured, but there was nothing the physician could do except offer him a sedative. Everything Fitz was dealing with was happening internally, now that Sophie was on Death’s doorstep.

Sophie was strong, he knew that. And she had fought for her life many times before. But it was different this time, and Fitz wasn’t sure how to explain it, but some part of him knew this wasn’t going to have a happy ending.

Sighing, he stood up, fighting the waves of dizziness as he stood next to Sophie’s cot. She was deathly pale, the dark circles under her eyes more prominent against the ashiness of her skin. She lay almost completely immobile, her body still, her chest rising and falling ever so slightly. Her features were schooled into something neutral, and Fitz couldn't tell if it was an improvement from the shaking and twitching. At least before he had known that some part of her was aware of her body and reacting to the pain.

Fitz dared think she looked peaceful, now that the blood had been cleaned off and various parts of her body were neatly bandaged. Tentatively, he placed a shaking hand to Sophie’s temple, fearing her to be so fragile that she would break under his touch. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mind to hers.

Just like the last time he had entered her mind, it was dark and empty on the surface. He could feel her consciousness lingering, but it was fading day by day. “It’s me,” Fitz thought, tears welling up in his eyes. “Sophie, it’s me.”

Recently, it had been harder to see inside her head. He repeated it once more, putting a little more force behind his mental voice. With that, he felt her mental walls break down, flooding his mind with images. It was chaos. Fragments of battles, places, and people appeared before being lost in the sea of Sophie’s thoughts. Just like yesterday, the day before, and the day before that, it seemed as though Sophie’s mind was sifting through her life in random order. He saw Silveny and the twins, Lady Gisela in the blizzard, the Neverseen symbol on the arm of a cloak. More than once, he saw himself. In the past few days, he had seen his eyes staring back at him, through Sophie, more than he had in his lifetime of reflections in a mirror. Her mind was disorganized, and despite Sophie’s photographic memory, all of it was blurry. Everything sounded muffled, and it was hard to make out the words of conversations.

A few days ago, when Fitz had first checked her mind, Sophie had appeared to be replaying recent events. As the hours passed, more events were brought up, blending with fragments of images and memories. Faster than Fitz would like to have admitted, Sophie’s mind descended into confusion. After that, things had started to become quieter and out of focus. Now, Fitz felt helpless as he felt Sophie fade away from him, like grains of sand slipping through his fingers. Though he had tried, there was nothing he could do except watch as Sophie disappeared in front of him physically and mentally.

A voice startled his consciousness back to the real world, and Fitz turned around to see Elwin with fresh bandages in his hands. His hair was messier than usual, and instead of the usual fun ties he wore, this one was green. It was the same rich hue of the grass, of emeralds. The same rich hue elves wore in mourning.

“She’s still alive,” Fitz rasped, voice crackling from disuse. “She’s still in there.”

Elwin sighed. “I know, Fitz, I know. But barely.” He helped Fitz back to the chair before taking his place next to Sophie. Carefully, he unwrapped the old bandages. Fitz caught sight of burnt flesh and red welts before he had to look away. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Elwin disposing of the bloodied bandages. Despite his best efforts, Fitz felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes and blinked them back.

“She’s gonna be okay,” he whispered. “She has to be.” He didn't know who he was convincing more, Elwin or himself.

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“No, Sophie, no no no.” Fitz knew he was crying, but he didn’t bother to try and hide it. “Please, Sophie. You’re stronger than this.” His voice was barely a whisper, but it was all too loud in the quiet of Sophie’s fading heartbeat.

Two more weeks had passed, and Sophie hadn’t gotten better. Fitz had finally become well enough to return home, but he spent most of his time at the Healing Centre by Sophie’s side.

Inside Sophie’s head, one memory was on replay. It was dark and out of focus, and the sound was so distorted Fitz couldn’t make out the audio. But he knew the memory Sophie had latched on to. It was that day in the San Diego Natural History Museum, when Fitz had discovered Sophie for the first time. Through Sophie’s eyes he could see himself pointing at the newspaper and gesturing towards her. He saw his face when Sophie had used telekinesis on the lamp post, when he had grabbed her hand and teleported her to the Lost Cities, and when he promised to return the next day.

In Fitz’s mind, he remembered seeing Sophie for the first time. She was surrounded by classmates, though she lingered near the back of the group. Her head was down, and he could see the cords of her earbuds through the blonde hair covering half of her face. When she looked up and met his eyes, Fitz was taken aback by her eyes. They were a warm brown, and even from a distance he could see the flecks of gold in them. They were captivating and secretive, reflecting something Fitz couldn’t quite name. He realized at that moment that if this was the girl he was looking for, he was screwed. So screwed. Because she was beautiful.

And that girl, that beautiful girl, was dying right in front of him.

With every passing second, the memory in Sophie’s mind dimmed, matching the quieting of her breaths. Her chest was rising and falling so softly Fitz could barely tell she was breathing at all. Fitz sat there, watching every one of her inhales and exhales, grasping for thin threads of hope that danced just out of his reach.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

A beat, in which Sophie missed a breath and Fitz’s heart caught in his throat. Tears were falling freely now, and he intertwined his fingers with Sophie’s cold ones.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

…

Silence.

“No,” Fitz whispered. “No, no no!” His voice rose to a shout. “Elwin! Elwin!” He was yelling now, the desperation in his throat so thick he almost choked on it. “Elwin!”

Elwin came rushing into the room, his glasses askew. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Sophie,” was all Fitz managed to say.

Elwin went pale. He placed a finger on Sophie’s wrist, feeling for her pulse. He shook his head back and forth, muttering under his breath. He snapped his fingers, creating orbs of light and examining Sophie’s motionless body, his eyes glassy. Finally, he looked up, meeting Fitz’ gaze. “She’s gone,” Elwin whispered, his voice cracking on the last word.

Fitz couldn’t breathe. He felt as though someone had a hand around his ribs, crushing them. He could hear his heartbeat in his chest, its pounding filling his ears and drowning out the sounds of Elwin’s crying. Tears blurred his vision, and feeling his legs give out under him, he collapsed on the chair next to Sophie’s cot.

For a second, he was angry, angry at himself and the Neverseen and the world. She didn’t deserve what she had been through, and she didn’t deserve this ending. He felt the anger flare, threatening to consume him, but it quickly died down again, overtaken by the aching, stinging, agonizing pain and sorrow he was drowning in.

In that moment, all he wanted to hear was Sophie’s voice. He wanted to see her golden-brown eyes gazing back at him, wanted to feel the heat beneath her blushing cheeks, wanted to see her smile. But he couldn't, and he wouldn't, ever again. That girl he had fallen in love with, with her flushed cheeks and incredible mind, was gone.

Sophie Foster was gone.

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#aaaah I thought I had already posted this oops #I think this is my longest oneshot ever #yay!!!!#kotlc ship weeks 2020 #sophitz week #fitzphie

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rohad93 · 4 years

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Moonlit Masquerade: Jokers Wild Pt 2(Final)

Rated T

It's a long weekend for the twins.

They don't talk for a long while after they get home after Amity turned them away at the owl house. They both feel guilty. They're all kinds of furious at their classmates for attacking their sister and Luz, but guilt is at the forefront of both their minds, and they are wrapped up in their own thoughts most of the night.

Their parents are out, so Amity doesn't come home till very late Saturday night, bandaged and wearing one of her girlfriend's hoodies when Eda and Luz drop her off outside the gates.

She walked right past them sitting in the living room and didn’t say a word to them, didn’t so much as look at them as she walked by and up the stairs to her room.

They share a look after they hear the door shut.

"We… gotta talk to her right?" Edric looks at his twin.

"I really think we're the last two people she wants to talk to right now, Ed." Emira reclined on the couch, sighing and covering her eyes with her arm.

"How are we supposed to fix this if we don't talk to her?" He throws up his arm, exasperated.

"I don't think we can fix this… did you even see her arm? Or Luz's face!?" she hissed at him, lifting her head to glare at him.

"Of course I saw it!" he barked, fists clenched. Alabaster and Cyran were dead men the next time he saw them, he swore it. No one was going to get away with hurting their sister or her girlfriend! He sighed heavily out his nose. “We have to try,” he said much quieter. Emira looked up at the ceiling, where Amity’s room was on the second floor and sighed, nodding as she stood from the couch.

They padded quietly up the stairs and down the hall to Amity’s closed door.

Amity sat on her bed with a tired sigh, after she changed into her nightwear, her arm still hurt, but not as bad as it had earlier. They'd applied some ointments Luz had learned in her healing classes that really took some of the pain out of her burn, and she'd rubbed some on the new bruises that were forming on Luz's back from when she'd been slammed to the ground. She had them everywhere.

She changed into her pajama pants but left the hoodie on. Her room is plenty warm, but her own hoodie was all but destroyed, leaving her in a plain white shirt. So, Luz had lent her one of her other hoodies to wear on the chilly ride home.

She flopped back on the bed and smiled softly to herself, holding the front of the hoodie up to her nose, inhaling deeply.

It wasn't as warm as Luz, but it certainly had that earthy, summer smell that made her think of her girlfriend.

A knock on her door made her frown, dropping the fabric back to her chest.

She knows who it is. It couldn't be anyone else. Amity glared at the door, Luz had made an excellent point earlier in the evening.

While the twins were at least, partially at fault for this, that didn't mean they ever would have wanted it to happen and should at least be given the chance to apologize and make things right.

Sighing, she sits up. "What?" she calls.

"Can we come in?" Emira's voice filters through the door.

"Please?" Edric's voice followed it.

"If you must…," she sighs.

The door opens and both of their green-colored heads pop in.

"Hey… are you okay?" Edric asks as they walk into the room.

"I'm fine," she says tersely.

"Is Luz okay?" Emira tries. The human had been a bloody mess last they saw.

"She'll be alright." Amity gives a curt nod but offers nothing else, and the twins glance at each other, unsure what else to do.

"If anything happens Monday, with Alabaster or Cyran, come find us, ok?" Emira tries, not sure what else to say. She can see how angry their sister is and that she was right, Amity really doesn't want to talk.

"Yeah," Edric jumps in. "If they thought what we did to them before was bad, just wait till this time." Edric scowled, crossing his arms. Amity blinks at them, surprised before her face curled up in a snarl.

"No, just leave it alone!" She bit out and the twins blink at her in surprise.

"But they attacked you, hurt you both!" Emira argues.

"Over a prank!" Edric finishes.

"That's the problem, Ed!" She suddenly jumped up from the bed. "You two's stupid pranks is why this happened!"

“They're just jokes.” Edric frowns.

“They're not just jokes!” Amity yelled. “You embarrass and humiliate people, hurt their feelings, and then you’re surprised when something like this happens? That people don’t like being made a laughing stock in front of their entire track? Then you called them out in the market!" She shouts.

"So, what, this all our fault? What about them!?" Emira yelled back. "They're the ones that took this too far!"

"Yeah, why are you mad at us?" Edric makes a face.

“Of course I'm angry at them! Did you see what they did to Luz!?” she snarled. "They did this, but they weren’t some strangers that just decided to beat us up because they could, they came after us because of what you two did to them!” she stomps a foot and the twins flinch.

"I'm furious at you two because you don't understand that the things you do affect other people!" she yells, and it looks like she's gearing up for more but then looks at the twin's bewildered faces and sighs, seeming to lose steam. "This is the library incident all over again, but worse…, I don't know why I thought you two could be better…," she mumbles, and that stings the twins more than any of her yelling ever could.

"Amity…," Edric starts.

"Just… go away." She turns away from them tiredly, crawling back onto her bed.

They stand there a moment before, and when it looks like Amity isn't going to further acknowledge them, they finally turn to go, but pause in the doorway, looking at each other.

"We're sorry," they say quietly before shutting the door behind them.

The Blight siblings don't speak the rest of the weekend.

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On Monday Luz decided to go to school despite both sisters and King wanting her to stay home.

A little black eye wasn't going to keep her from her education!

Or a busted lip, or all the bruises on her face, or back… or arms...

She could definitely see where they were coming from...

She would be fine though, and she really wanted to check on Amity, despite the fact that they had messaged each other almost constantly on Sunday.

She arrived early to find Amity already waiting for her outside the steps of the school, she sees her right away, with both eyes. They kept ice on it all weekend and the swelling has gone down, letting her eye open, though it was still very much a giant black and blue bruise

"Hõla, mi amor." She smiled as she stopped in front of Amity. She really wished she could reach out and kiss her good morning or hold her hand, but as much as she wanted to, she doesn't; she knows better.

“Hey, how do you feel, today?”

“I’ve been better.” She shrugs. “I can open my left eye again!” She grinned pointing at it, and Amity smiled, and for once, couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her. They are standing partially concealed by the side of the stairs, and there are very few students around at this time of the morning, and the ones that are, pay them no mind.

Her fingertips brush gently over the bruises and scabbing scrapes across her left cheek, touch feather-light as not to cause any pain.

Luz's eyes widen and dart around to see no one is nearby, let alone even looking in their general direction. Amity's face has turned melancholy, and Luz can't have that.

She reaches up to cover Amity's hand with her own and turns her head into the hand and lays a kiss to her palm, lips lingering for a moment as they stare back at each other.

Amity flushes but smiles at her before pulling her hand back. In their secret room at the library or the owl house is one thing, but they are technically standing out in the open in front of the school. This is a dangerous game they're playing, and they both know it.

"Hey, guys!" Gus's voice breaks them from the intense staring.

Luz turns to face their two approaching friends. "Hey!"

"Hi, Lu- OH MY GOSH! What happened to your face?!" Willow yelps the second she really sees her friend and Gus is staring at her with wide eyes, mouth hanging slack.

"Well…," Luz chuckles nervously.

"We got into a fight with some upperclassmen Saturday…" Amity frowns, and they explain what happened to their friends who look angry and concerned.

"What were you thinking, Luz!? They could’ve killed you without your magic.

"I wasn't just going to stand by and be the reason Amity got hurt!" she defends her choice vehemently.

Saturday night after they’d dropped Amity off she and Eda had taken the long way home on her staff.

The cold night air felt good on her… well, everything. Even her tongue hurt from biting it when she’d been slammed against the wall. Her left eye was still swollen shut but at least all the bleeding had stopped.

Eda hadn’t said much of anything since she and Amity had gotten back from town. She’d been very quiet during dinner, but based off some muffling they had heard from her room, Eda had been yelling, but she's quiet now.

“Eda…?” Luz finally called, and her mentor turned to look at her curiously as they flew back toward home.

“What is it, Kid?”

“Are you… mad?” she asked.

“You bet I’m mad!” she growled.

Luz hunkered down, shoulders up around her ears as she clenched the staff in her bruised hands, but then Eda keeps going.

“I'm mad at the look-alikes for antagonizing those two and those two for what they did to you and Amity!” Eda continued to grouch. Luz blinked as they landed in the front yard of the owl house, well away from a sleeping Hooty. They climb off and Eda leans the staff across her shoulder.

“You’re not mad at me?” She asked quietly, and Eda turned all the way around to look at her with wide eyes.

“You? Why would I be mad at you?”

“For getting in a fight, for getting hurt?” She shrugged. Eda looked down at her for a long minute before sighing.

“What you did was stupid, Luz, running headfirst into a fight with two witches and no magic." she finally says after a few moments, and Luz winced, frowning and looking down at the ground, till Eda goes on. “But I’m proud of you,” she says, looking down at her with a smile.

“You are?” Luz's head whipped back up to look at a now grinning Eda with one wide eye.

“Heck yeah, I am! Now, I’m not saying you should go around punching everyone you see." She mimes a punch. "You’re not near big enough for that…, yet, but they didn’t leave you any choice, you two could have been hurt much worse if you hadn’t done anything. You were backed into a corner, and you came out fightin’ like a werewolf!" She grinned. "So, yeah, I’m pretty damn proud,” she said, reaching out to gently ruffle Luz's hair.

Luz grinned, puffing up under the praise.

“Now let’s get inside so we can put some more ice on that doozy of a shiner you got, champ.” Eda chuckled.

Despite how ugly she knows it is, she wears her black eye and busted lip like a badge of pride. Yeah, she kinda lost, It's hard to say since the twins showed up and beat them back, but she defended herself and Amity tooth and nail, without her magic, and she thinks that's something worth being proud of.

"¡No te metas con mi novia!" She puffs up her chest and holds up her clenched fist, showing off her bruised knuckles to their friends.

Amity, who's been very diligent in her practice with Luz, and studying her dictionary, actually catches what she's saying and rolls her eyes, even as her cheeks turn pink and the edges of her lips curl upward.

"Huh? Gus blinks.

"Don't mess with my girlfriend," Amity mumbles out a translation before Luz can speak and her head whips to look at her, eyes lit up with excitement.

"Eso es perfecto, mi amor!" Luz’s smile is almost blinding, and Amity chuckles.

“Gracias, querida.” she grins back with a wink and despite the still dull ache all over her body Luz is filled with a searing warmth and can't stop herself from squeezing Amity in a hug, making her giggle.

“They’re being sappy again…," Gus mumbles and Willow nods, smiling ruefully.

"Yup"

"There you are!"

They all jump, Luz, and Amity practically fling each other away as they turn to the intruder.

"Viney!" Luz grins

"What's up?" The upperclassman grins, walking over to throw an arm around Luz's shoulder. Amity glares at the older girl.

"What are you doing here?" Luz asks her fellow multi-tracker.

"Looking for you two, duh," she said with a grin.

"Why?" Amity's cuts in, frowning.

"Yeah, not that I'm not glad to see you," Luz said, glancing between the two, trying to decide why her girlfriend looks so annoyed all of a sudden, and she has an idea.

"Em sent me." She shrugs.

"My sister?" Amity blinks, surprised.

"I didn't know you knew, Emira," Luz says.

"Yeah, we talk or hang on occasion," she says vaguely. "Sent me a message last night, said you two got into it with Alabaster and Cyran this weekend, and boy did you ever," she whistles, leaning back to look at Luz's face. "She asked if I could fix Amity’s burn and spruce up that face of yours, so how bout it, want me to fix the black eye?" she asks.

"Hmm…," Luz hums, frowning.

"What's wrong, Luz?" Willow frowns at her hesitation.

"I dunno, I'm just kinda… proud of it, I guess," she mumbles, embarrassed.

The three look surprised by that, but Viney laughs.

"You oughta be! I saw Alabaster this morning, looked like he stuck his face in a dragon-hornets nest! Your work, I take it?" she asks, picking up one of Luz's hands to look at her bruised knuckles. "You sure you don't want me to fix up that eye and lip though?" She cocks her head.

Luz pursed her lips.

Amity hesitates a second before stepping closer and tugging Luz closer to whisper in her ear.

"You don't need to carry around a black eye to know you protected us. They know it, and I know it, querida." Her breath tickles Luz"s ear before she pulls away and they lock eyes briefly before Luz nods.

"Yeah, if you could, that'd be great, Viney."

The older girl just smiles and takes a step forward to lay a hand on Luz's cheek and draws a spell circle with the other.

A faint blue glow surrounds her hand and Luz's face, and slowly, the bruises begin to fade and the split lip closes up like it had never been.

She pulls away to hold out her hand to Amity, who gently holds out her burned arm, and the process is repeated.

Viney pulls her hand away and steps back

"Good as new." She smiles at them.

"Thanks, Viney!" Luz grins, patting her eye, and Amity nods in agreement, running a hand up and down the bandages on her arm and feels no pain.

"No prob," she says with a wave. She looks between Luz and Amity with a knowing grin that makes both of them tense, but all she says is: "See ya in class, Luz. Oh, and don't forget about our test in beast keeping today," she reminds as she turns and leaves with a wave.

"Oh, crud! I forgot all about that!" she yells.

The sound of the bell means it's time for class and Willow and Gus bid the two farewell before hurrying up the stairs. Amity and Luz linger behind.

"Do you think Emira told Viney about us?" Luz asks once they're alone. "She sure did look like she knew something…"

Amity frowns. She can't even begin to guess at her siblings half the time, and she has enough to be angry at them for at the moment. She’ll sort that out later.

"I don't know," she shrugs. "Should we be worried about her?"

"Aw, naw, Viney's cool." Luz waves a hand. "I didn't know she knew Em, though."

"Me neither…"

"Or that you got jealous so easy…" Luz can’t help herself and smirks at her. Amity flushes.

"Jealous, jealous of what?!" She glares and Luz just grins wickedly at her.

"I dunno, but you sure didn't look happy when Viney put her arm on my shoulder," Luz teased.

"Should I be happy when some girl I don't know throws her arm over you?" Amity grumbles, crossing her arms and glancing away. Luz chuckles, stepping closer.

The tardy bell is about to go off so the courtyard is deserted and they’re standing mostly hidden on the sides of the steps.

"You should know I only look at you…," Luz says quietly, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling them further behind the bushes, out of sight, her forehead pressed against Amity's. She turns red, but she rests her hands on Luz’s shoulders anyway.

“We’re going to be late…,” she mumbles.

“You can go anytime you want, mi amor,” Luz hums, loosening her grip so Amity can easily pull away if she chooses.

“I hate you…,” Amity grumbles squeezing her back in closer and making Luz laugh.

“No, you don’t.” she grins cheekily.

“No, I don’t,” Amity agrees, kissing her.

They’re both late to their first class.

~ ~

The day drags by for the twins.

Alabaster and Cyran have been sending them dirty looks, and it doesn't even make them feel a little better to see Alabaster's swollen and bruised face from all of Luz's punches he ate.

They know Amity is still mad at them and Emira tries to make up for it by sending Viney to fix her girlfriend's face but when they pass Amity in the halls after lunch she is still cold and says nothing to them.

They just don't want Amity to be so furious with them, but they can't even begin to figure out how to fix it. Apologizing doesn't work and she doesn't want them to even get back at the two boys; so what does she want from them?

They don't even have the energy for pranks today. Their classmates wait on the edge of their seats every period, but still, nothing happens.

The day ends and the entire illusion track is left in a state of anxiousness and confusion by the peacefulness of the day. Most of them anyway.

Alabaster and Cyran make sure to give them a good hard shove into the lockers as they pass and Ed bows up, scowling, hand already raised and starting a circle at their retreating backs when Emira grabs his hand to stop him.

“Don’t, Amity said to leave it alone.” she reminded him, but she looked just as angry as he felt and after a few tense seconds, sighs and lowers his arm.

They are surprised at the end of the day when it's Luz that approaches them.

"Hey, guys." she waves.

"You're talking to us?" Edric looks surprised.

"Yeah? Should I not be?" She glances around warily "Are there more angry upperclassmen around?" she asks quietly, and the twins grimace at that.

"No, just the two…," he mumbles.

"Amity hasn't spoken to us since Saturday…," Emira informs her and Luz frowns at that.

"Oh, yeah, she's pretty mad at you guys…," she trails off, which makes the twins slump further.

"Aren't you?" Edric asks morosely.

Luz shrugs

"I mean… I know you didn't mean for what happened to happen…," she starts. "But, Amity's right… if you guys didn't make people so mad at you all the time with your pranks I wouldn't be eating as many knuckle sandwiches…," she admits, scratching the back of her head. Her words definitely make the twins feel worse.

"They're just jokes…," Emira mumbles, crossing her arms.

"It's only a joke if everyone thinks it's funny." Luz frowns at them and they both hunker down at that.

"We just want Amity to stop being mad at us…" Emira frowns sadly.

"You know her better than anyone, how do we fix this?" Edric pleads.

Luz hums. She also doesn't like Amity being angry at the twins, because she knows Amity loves them, but she has every right to be, and so does she, but she finds it much easier to let go of things better than most people. Why expend all that time and energy being mad about something that can be changed or fixed?

She loves Amity, heaven only knows, how much, but the girl knows how to hold a grudge about these kinds of things better than anyone else Luz knows, which given her history makes sense, it's a self-defense mechanism born from her parents, so she doesn't begrudge her for it, she just wished she could learn to let go for herself.

A problem for another day.

"I think I know who you guys need to talk to…," Luz finally says after thinking for a long minute.

The twins blink at her.

~ ~

After school they find themselves standing in front of the owl house.

"Are we really going to do this?" Ed asks.

"Do you want Mittens to be mad at us forever?" Emira eyes her twin.

"It probably wouldn't be forever…," he mumbles. Emira rolls her eyes and jabbed him with her elbow, making him grunt painfully. "Come on."

"Oh, We have guests!" Hooty's shrill voice greets them as he twists out of the door towards them. They share a look before she knocks on the door.

A minute later it opens and the owl lady is staring at them.

"Hey, can-" Eda slams the door in their faces.

"I guess not…," she mumbles. A minute later the door opens and Lilith is looking down at them.

"Luz told me to expect you," she says. "You'll have to excuse my sister, she is still… aggravated, after this weekend."

The twins seem to shrink at that.

"Come, I just made tea." She turns and walks away, leaving the door open and the twins reluctantly follow her to the kitchen. Eda and King watch them through narrowed eyes from the couch as they pass through the living room. They try not to look at her.

They sit, and Lilith pours them both a cup.

"What can I do for the two of you? Luz didn't say much other than that the two of you needed to speak with me," she says before taking a sip of her tea, looking questioningly at the twins over the rim of her cup.

Ed and Em glance at each other and squirm in their chairs under the former coven leaders' gaze.

"Amity won't speak to us… she's still mad about what happened Saturday," Emira says.

"Understandable." Lilith hums, which does nothing to help the twins.

“We apologized, but she still won’t talk to us.” Edric frowns

“What are we supposed to do?” Emira asks the older witch.

“'Sorry', can’t fix some things,” Lilith says simply.

“Well, how did you get Mittens to forgive you?” Edric asks.

“Your sister has not forgiven me.”

“Huh?” the twins echo.

“By no means has your sister forgiven me for the things I did to her, or to Luz. I’m still working to make my amends for that,” she tells them.

“But it’s been months since then!”

“You helped make her birthday cake, gave her that amulet, and patched her up the other day!”

“None of those things mean Amity has to forgive me. Only she can decide when, if ever, she will, all I can do is make it known that I won’t break her trust again by working towards it.”

“We don’t want her to be mad at us anymore…”

“We feel bad…”

“As you should. What happened Saturday was, no matter how unintentionally, your fault.”

“We didn’t mean for it to happen! We can’t control our classmates.” Emira argues with a frown.

“No, everyone is responsible for their own actions and the consequences that follow, those two boys are to blame for injuring the girls, but you two are to blame for causing that by playing whatever trick on them you did, and then antagonizing them in the market, while the girls were with you no less. You're supposed to protect her, not cause her harm.” Lilith frowns angrily at them. “You have to accept that you made a mistake and there were consequences, ones that now you have to accept."

“They’re just jokes!” Edric yells frustrated, and Lilith turns her sharp gaze to him and he flinches back into his chair.

"It's only a joke if both parties are laughing after, you two are the only ones laughing after your jokes,” she says icily.

Both twins recoil at the bite in the words, shoulders up to their ears.

The room sits in oppressively heavy silence for a long while, the twins stewing in their thoughts and Lilith, calmly sipping her tea.

“How do we fix this?” Emira finally mumbles after she can’t stand the silence any longer.

“I’m afraid there is no easy fix for this. It’s not something a simple gesture and apology can fix. If you want to earn your sister’s trust back you need to prove you are sorry by changing your actions, it’s those that will speak louder than your apologies.”

The twins look at each other.

They leave the owl house that afternoon feeling worse than when they arrived, but they also have a lot to think about and think they do.

~ ~ ~

Amity doesn’t know what to think anymore.

It’s been over a week since the incident at the market and she is at least, tersely, talking to her siblings again, some of her anger has faded over the week, and the dulling of Luz’s remaining bruises and the scabbing of her arm. Luz has also been prodding her, reminding her how much her siblings love her and would never intentionally let something like this happen.

Luz is too forgiving sometimes, she was the one who was hurt worse and she’s already put it behind her, it drives Amity crazy sometimes, even as it’s simultaneously one of Luz’s most endearing features; her propensity to forgive.

That aside, she’s noticed that something is off with her brother and sister over the week.

There have been no pranks, at home or at school and no teasing, they’ve been perfectly nice when she has spoken to them, they haven't even been calling her 'Mittens', which she'll never admit, she kind of misses. The rest of the time they seem to keep their distance.

Life has never been more peaceful, but also never felt so wrong.

The twins don’t smile nearly as much as they used to, in fact, she’s seen them frown more over the last week then maybe in the last year. Their playful demeanor all but disappeared.

It’s concerning.

She tells Luz as much when they’re hanging out in her room Sunday afternoon studying. Rather than use the desk chair or sit on the bed where Amity is laying on her stomach, head in her hands, she sits on the floor with her back against the bed, and her book sitting open against her knees in front of Amity. She doesn’t need to say why, the way she leans back and hums contently as Amity runs her fingers through her hair says it all.

She tilts her head back to look up at Amity.

“Well, they did seem pretty upset last week because you were mad at them… you’re still mad at them.” she frowns.

“I'm not as mad as I was…,” she sighs. “Fixing your face helped some.” she smiled, tapping the tip of her nose, making Luz go cross-eyed and grin.

“Well, they’ve been really good all week, I haven’t heard any screaming coming from the illusion track hall at all!”

“Yeah, they’ve been nothing but nice at home…” She frowns, she should be glad for that, but it makes dreary Blight Manor, even drearier without the twins constant laughing and snickering, even if it is often directed at her. The place feels even more lifeless than it did before.

"Well, I sent them to talk to Lilith, and she said they had a long talk, so…" Luz shrugged. "I think they're trying to do better, you know they didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“Yeah, I know, I just…” she frowned, eyes glancing off to the side. Luz blinked up at her before reaching up to push a loose strand of green hair back behind a pointed ear, drawing Amity's gaze back to her

“What?” Luz prompted.

“I just want them to think about how what they do affects other people and not just themselves,” she mumbled with a frown.

“I think they know now, mi amor.”

Amity hums in reply,

Another week goes by and the twins only continue to be perfectly nice and civil, with no pranks or jokes on anyone. The illusion track doesn’t know what to think, and neither does she.

They mope around the house or stay locked in their rooms when they aren’t at school; they look miserable.

They’re out with Gus and Willow in the market on the next Saturday.

“Have you ever eaten at Rock Gut?” Gus askes excitedly as they walk down the street. The other three shake their heads and they make their way there.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, Amity. What’s up with Ed and Em? The class has been so dull the last two weeks, there’s never any pranks anymore… and then they just let Alabaster and Cyran pick on them!”

That got Amity’s attention.

“They’re picking on them?” Luz blinked, frowning.

“Yeah, ever since last week, after you guys got into it with them, they just shove them around and they don’t even fight back!” Gus threw up his arms. “Some other students saw it too and by the end of the day the rumors were that Ed and Em were just weak pushovers and now they're the ones having all the mean jokes and pranks pulled on them."

“What?” Amity suddenly spoke, eyes wide.

"Yeah, some guys spelled their chairs so every time they went to sit down it would pull out from beneath them, someone put a spell on them so they could only talk backward during a presentation… Oh, and their lunches exploded in their faces Friday…" Gus began to list the pranks that the illusion track had been playing on the twins all week and Amity's face dropped more with each one.

“They’d never let people just walk all over them…,” she argued.

"Well, if they're really trying to change for the better and cut out all the mean pranks, it doesn't surprise me that all their past victims would try and take advantage of that." Willow hums.

“Hey, I’m sure Ed and Em are fine, they can take care of themselves.” Luz sat a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder comfortingly.

“Yesterday I overheard Alabaster and Cyran telling the twins to meet them today at noon in the place you guys fought before,” Gus supplied.

“Why didn’t you say that before, Gus!?” Willow turns to him suddenly and he jerks.

“Sorry, I forgot till we started talking about it!” He held up his hands in defense.

“That's fifteen minutes from now…” Luz looked at the clock on her scroll. “If we leave now, we can make it.” She turns to Amity, who nods, turning, and the four take off toward the alley near the bookstore.

~ ~

Edric's back slammed against the wall with a hard thud. He could taste blood from the first smack he'd taken and a bruise was already forming on Emira's cheek as she stood next to him, and ran her tongue over her split lip. She reached a hand out to grab her brother's arm, steadying him.

"You just gonna take it Blight?" Cyran sneered.

The twins didn't say anything, just glared darkly at the other two illusion track students standing in front of them, which only made them angrier.

"They really are all talk and no bite." Alabaster spat onto the ground at the twin's feet.

"This isn't even any fun." Cyran scoffed, taking a step forward toward Edric, who gently pushed Emira away from him as the other boy grabbed the front of his shirt in both hands and yanked him forward almost off his feet. "It's just sad," he hissed, forked tongue darting out from between his lips.

"The human and your little sister put up more fight than this." Alabaster glared at Edric.

"yeah, Luz really did kick the shit out you, didn't she?" He grinned cheekily, earning himself a brutal headbutt from the boy holding his shirt. His nose made a crunching sound.

Edric hissed, stars erupting from behind his tightly shut eyes, blood beginning to drip from his nose and down his lips.

"Ed!" Emira shoved the other boy away and Cyran stumbled back. Edric hissed as he wiped at the blood with the back of his hand, though it didn't do much to staunch the blood flowing out of his nose.

"I'm fine…," he mumbled behind his sleeve.

He was just itching to start drawing spell circles and wipe the floor with these two jerks, they both were but thinking about their sister stayed their hands.

If nothing else, beating up on them meant they weren't bothering Amity.

"You're pathetic," Cyran sneered. He took one step forward before spikes of ice erupted across the ground and a line in front of them, separating them from the twins.

"Amity?" Ed and Em blinked at the four younger teens standing in the alley entrance.

Luz pulled her hand away from the used glyph paper as it crumbled to dust.

"Ed, Em!" Amity looked at the two, her sister's cheek was bruised and blood was dripping down her brother's face.

The two boys hesitated a second, seeing the four before whipping up their hands and drawing spell circles.

Two blasts of fire hurled toward them only to be met with a wall of glyph conjured ice, blocking the four from view before thorny vines whipped around the wall straight at them.

Cyran managed to get off another blast of fire, warding off the vine, but Alabaster was caught in its tight grip, pinning his arms to his sides, which distracted him long enough for a Gus clone to ram right into him, followed by a blast of glyph fire. He stumbled backward and then an abomination was on him, knocking him to the ground with a punch and letting another vine wrap around him with tight squeeze before rearing back and flinging both boys clear of the alley and the street.

"What is wrong with you two!?" Amity shouted at the twins as the four ran up to them.

Ed and Em flinched.

"We we're just trying to do better." Edric's voice came out muffled as he pressed his sleeve to his still bleeding nose.

"That doesn't mean don't defend yourself or let the entire illusion track walk all over you!" Amity stressed, flinging out her arms.

"It's just one extreme or the other with you guys…" Luz shook her head and summoned a small chunk of ice and hands it to Emira, who pressed it to her bruised cheek.

"I never wanted you to get hurt." She frowned, lip trembling as she dug her handkerchief out of her pocket and pressed it to her brother's nose, making him wince.

"I just wanted you to realize how much some of your pranks hurt other people…" she frowned, cleaning up her brother's face.

The twins shared a long look.

"You were right, though," Emira tells her with a frown.

"It's not so fun being on the other side all the time," Edric mumbled as she pressed the cloth to his nose.

"So we stopped the pranks..."

"You guys don't have to stop all your pranks," Willow said, and Gus nodded, crossing his arms.

"You just need to think about how people might feel about it. It's supposed to be funny for everyone." Luz agreed.

The twins glanced at Amity who hesitated a second before nodding.

"It's not the same at home or at school when you two aren't being yourselves…," she mumbled, cheeks pink. "I want you two to be yourselves, but think about what you're doing beyond just you two getting a laugh…that's why the whole illusion track has been getting back at you." She looked at them sternly.

The twins shared another look before grinning at each other, the first one in two weeks.

"We can do that…," they promised.

"Let's get back to the owl house so we can patch these two up." Luz jerked a thumb over her shoulder.

"Hey, we can be nose bleed buddies." Edric grinned at Luz, holding up a hand. She laughed, slapping his hand.

"Yeah!"

Everyone else rolled their eyes.

On the walk back Amity walked beside her sister, still nursing her cheek with the melting piece of ice Luz had given her.

She looks ahead of them, where the others are walking, and her brother is telling Luz how impressed he is with her ability to take a punch now that he's had a taste.

She glanced at Emira, she'd been wondering something for a while, and now that the Blight siblings are back on good speaking terms, she figures now is as good a time as any to ask.

"Who is Viney?" She asks quietly so only Emira hears the question.

A gold iris slides to regard her out of the corner of her eye.

"A friend…," she says after a long moment.

"I've met all your other friends, but never her…" Amity lets the statement hang.

"We don't hang out that often…" Emira just shrugs, not looking at her now and Amity swears theirs a hint of color on her cheeks, but it may just be flushed from the ice pressed against it.

Amity blinks at her. Could her sister…?

Before she could even complete the thought they’re standing in front of the owl house, and the door slams open, mercifully cutting off Hooty' shrill greeting and the owl lady is standing there, eyes narrowed as she looks at them, eyes carefully roaming over Luz before landing on Amity, and then the two other younger witches before going to the twins and scowling.

"Is this gonna be a regular thing?" she huffs, stepping aside to let them all in

"Maybe" Luz shrugs.

"No!" Amity and Willow both shoot back and Luz chuckles.

#Moonlit Masquerade #Lumity #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Edric Blight #Emira Blight #Eda Clawthorne #Lilith clawthorne #Willow Park #Gus Porter #fic #the owl house #toh

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Save Your Tears

Omega is gone. He failed her. The blastershot to his chest doesn't nearly compare to the hole she left behind.

He failed.

Hunter fought many, duelled even more. It usually went the same way, him taking down multiple targets at once.

That bounty hunter moved so fast that Hunter blinked and was on the ground. His hand wasn't even on the blaster; it's like it teleported. Hunter had only seen such speed in the Jedi; not even a droid had such reflexes.

What hurt the most, however, was her face as he faded from consciousness. She was so scared, terrified, likely believing that he was dead. He should be; by turning to shoot the droid, the blast barely missed his heart. The last thing he heard was her cry for help, then his brothers waking him back up.

Not even twelve hours before, Hunter told her that she was staying with them; they'd never leave her. She'd never be alone ever again. Omega, a child with no experience with the outside world, trusted him. He failed that trust; he failed her; he failed everybody. A leader is supposed to protect their squad, but he failed.

Although Hunter didn't know, he failed Crosshair first. Thanks to Wrecker, they know he's trapped in there, controlled by that chip. Even though he's not doing it, Hunter can't help but hate him, which only makes it worse.

Hunter doesn't want to hate him, he has to hate the chip, but when Crosshair threatened Omega, it was nearly impossible.

He failed them both. By delaying removing the chips, he failed Wrecker, too.

What kind of leader fails his squad so horrifically?

When Wrecker strangled him, the electricity from that Zygerrian's whip, being shot, none of that compared to the emotional anguish.

"Several rib fractures, a crack along the sternum and lung burn. Considering the probability of surviving the shot, it should be worse."

Though he knew better, it felt like he deserved worse.

"Do you know what Bounty Hunter it was?" Hunter growled out, a hand instinctively covering his bandaged chest. His insides were on fire, even with the bacta-patch.

"According to Cid, their name is Cad Bane. I've checked my data and found that he was the very bounty hunter who held several senators hostage, kidnapped three force-sensitive children and successfully stole a Holocron. Given that information, I've concluded that you were outmatched. The responsibility isn't on your shoulders."

Tech was trying to make him feel better. It was Hunter's responsibility; it was his fault, regardless of Tech's data.

The specialist didn't know what else to say; emotion wasn't his strength. Tech followed logic, data, information, but emotion didn't follow such consistency. It was illogical, often unreasonable; it was out of Tech's range of capability. Tech's alexithymia made him unsuitable for comforting his Seargent; he couldn't identify his own emotions, let alone Hunter's.

The lack of Omega's presence was noticeable, however. There was pressure inside of his chest, a clawing sensation in his throat. His eyes stung, despite his goggles securely fastened.

From Tech's understanding of biology, his brain was excreting chemicals that equated emotion. As there would eventually be excess, it'll leak through his tear ducts, possibly why his eyes stung. Despite understanding what was physically happening, he couldn't fathom what was going on emotionally; he wasn't connected correctly.

Was it fear, guilt, sorrow? Tech didn't know. He conflicted about it, both envious and grateful for this cross-wiring.

"It wasn't your fault," Tech shortened, aiming to appease his brother's internal monsoon. His facial expression remained strained, indicating failure. "You'll be no help to anybody if you exacerbate your injuries."

"The past weeks, I don't feel like I've been much help."

Ah, the illogical side of emotional turmoil. Tech didn't have a way of navigating this obstacle. He had too little data to compare and devise a plan for.

Given his unsuitability, having another take his place was the logical course of action.

"Echo, Wrecker, I require your presence," Tech called, taking some steps back. When they stepped up to Tech, he was straight with them, like always. "I don't know how to assist emotionally."

"Ain't like we're any better," Wrecker shrugged honestly.

"Possibly, but you can empathise far easier. Echo, perhaps you're better suited for this task."

"What we do is stay together and support each other," Echo stated firmly, pointing back to their distracted brother. "We're in this together; we'll get through it together."

Wrecker provided a grunt of agreement. While he wanted to break something, they needed to help each other. He wanted to blow stuff up, but even that wouldn't make him feel better. It was bad enough that Wrecker tried killing Omega, but he couldn't help protect her, either.

He failed just as much as Hunter did. He wasn't a good enough big brother to her; he wasn't strong enough to help. That's all Wrecker can do, though, blow stuff up and be strong. He'd be strong for his brothers; he didn't know what else he could do other than breaking something.

While Echo was preoccupied with Tech, Wrecker entered the small set-up they had for Hunter.

"I got her bow," Wrecker said, hoping that'd help some. "We don't blame ya."

"You never were a good liar," Hunter responded, noting the discomfort he'd caused. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

He didn't want to, but on some level, Wrecker did blame Hunter a little. He shouldn't; Wrecker didn't even manage against Fennec, let alone this Bane guy. It wasn't right. Wrecker didn't think that anybody was to blame.

"Yeah, I know. You're upset; we're all upset. Things get said, fists fly, it's an outlet thing, innit?"

The hulking clone shifted himself onto the makeshift bed, alerting Hunter. He manoeuvred himself behind the Seargent, wrapping his big arms around his brother. Given that Hunter was injured, Wrecker didn't hold as tight as he wanted to. Holding someone made Wrecker feel a little better, though it wouldn't make up for the emptiness.

Without the energy to fight it, Hunter accepted the embrace, shivering from the overwhelming turmoil. His body rose and fell, moved by Wrecker's breathing, something to try and focus on.

As the moments flew by, salty warm wetness tapped onto Hunter's shoulder. The smell burned his sinuses, scratching into his own eyes, demanding to be quenched.

Echo joined them, sitting to Hunter's right and integrating into the bundle. Wrecker moved his arm to add Echo, pulling the trio closer together.

Hunter could see Echo was holding her trooper doll; she'd painted it to look like him.

With Omega gone, she didn't feel like just a friend. She didn't feel like a sister, either; it was more than that. He'd been following Cut's advice; he was an acting father figure to her.

Finally, after weeks of caring for the girl, it dawned on him. She was his daughter, his child. He was her father, guiding her and protecting her, who failed her.

Echo had dealt with loss before; it was a constant being a soldier and in the 501st. He watched his brothers die constantly; he was there was Cutup was eaten, as Droidbait was shot, and as Hevy blew up, and stood by as 99 perished valiantly. He couldn't be there for his twin, Fives, something that pained him daily.

The fact that Rex probably killed Anakin hurt too. Knowing how good the General was to the 501st, he didn't deserve that fate. As Ahsoka wasn't a Jedi, maybe she survived, his dorky togruta sister living her own life. She'd grown up so much since he died.

It was hopeful, as was the thought of seeing Omega again. He didn't know how, but Echo was determined to help get her back. They needed her back; she was one of them. If the stars aligned, they could rescue Crosshair, too.

Hunter had his brothers on all sides. Even with this secure sensation, the loss of his daughter did not waver. It grew like cancer with each second, his parched cheeks begrudgingly satisfied. A leader should not cry, a soldier shouldn't break down like this, but alas, they weren't soldiers anymore.

They were a family, an incomplete family.

He failed her once; Hunter won't let it be a second time. He'll get her back; he'll prove to have earned her trust. He'll kill the emperor if it means seeing those brown eyes bright with wonder and amazement again.

They all will.

#the bad batch #post episode 8 #commission #after Omega's kidnapping #hurt/comfort #crying #i'm sad #story #one-shot

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Red Stains On The Sun

Warnings: Self-harm, bullying mention, racism mention, blood, knife, injury, wing injury (non-permanent), facial scars, paralysis mention, swearing

Medusa-esque Remy, Dragon Janus, Indian Janus

@ladyedwinya @sparrowofsong @5am-the-foxing-hour

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Remy

Despite the amount of coffee that I drink weekly, it’s surprising that I’m not as antsy and jittery as I am right now. The weapons stowed away behind my enchanted sunglasses dart between every person on the street despite my insistence to look between my phone and coffee cup. It’s a Medusa’s instinct I guess; but I don’t have the time to explain why forty people in the street are paralysed in place. I’m uncharacteristically worried and my coffee cup is both too full and too empty for my liking; so I’d only be grumpy and irritated to whatever copper that stopped me.

My best friend, a sarcastic but secretly loving bitch, is way too quiet after the last week of constant tears and comforting, so sue me for being worried about him. The very act of being weak in front of others is so unlike Janus already, and now he’s just silent instead of deflecting the topic by ranting about another or constantly denying the building tears in his eyes.

It’s strange and I don’t like it.

It’s not normal for Janus to let his calls go to voice mail only an hour after he gets home from school ‒he’d prefer to pick up and tell whatever person who dared call him during his studying hour to fuck off– and even if he had left it to voice mail, he would call back within the hour. It’s been five since I last saw him quickly flying away from school grounds, ignoring me as I called his mobile as he flew away.

I make sure to adjust my glasses properly before rushing on into his apartment building and climbing the stairs, two at a time. I can feel the coffee slosh around in my hand, but that’s what the lid is for. Besides, the carpet is brown enough to not tell the difference between it and a coffee stain.

The few drops of red just outside of Janus’ apartment door sure is visible against his mostly-yellow welcome mat though.

“Janus!? Jan, babe, open the door!”

After moments without a reply, I press my ear up to the door in the hopes of hearing… something that helps me. His parents haven’t been home in weeks because they’re business assholes who went to Fiji or something, so the light tapping sound that I have to strain to hear must be him. Or maybe a pipe in the wall.

“Jan! I know you’re home, babes! Let me in. Please!?” Nothing but that tapping sound replies back to the increasing franticness of my voice. I wordlessly thank the stupid adults who thought teaching a magic-born teenager how to pick a lock was a good idea and put down my coffee to take out the small bits of metal that live inside my jacket’s inner pocket.

With practiced hands, the door opens in under a minute, and I rush inside once I grab a hold of my cup in my now-shaking hands. The small blood drops lead me straight to the kitchen where a familiar pair of snake-themed socks peek out from behind a counter.

My heart stops as I race over to them, seeing the dragon-boy attached to them curled up on the floor, knife in one blood covered hand as the other holds a scaled wing at a strange angle. The sun-dipped scales of his wing are hidden behind a smothering of bright blood, along with the scarred warm brown skin that the blood threatens to hide beneath its foulness.

Words trap themselves inside my throat as his brown eyes, the golden sparkles reflecting the red of his blood scarily well, sit unfocused in the wings’ direction while the knife slowly approaches it. He aims it towards a slight cut that’s as close to his shoulder as he can reach, the blood still flowing from it and hiding how deep it truly is.

My coffee is on the floor, and his eyes are on mine just as I realise what his goal is.

“Fuck- Remy, Y… You weren’t supposed to s-see me yet!” His stained red fingers shakily grip onto the knife tighter, yet sink away from the open cut slightly. The shake in his voice is almost like another person, as Janus doesn’t stutter. He doesn’t freak out and cuss freely. Those precise hands of his don’t shake.

But he does. And he is. Oh fuck, he’s really going to do this…

“Wait, Rem, just… j-just give me… Give me a little longer. Just a b-bit longer...”

“S-Stop…” The lump in my throat hardens and becomes painful as my legs give out, letting me fall to my knees by his side and take the bloodied knife away from his hand before he can react. He stutters in protest as I throw it over my shoulder, making a loud clang as it hits the bottom of the sink, and I take both his hands into mine. “I don’t want this, Jan.”

“L-Liar…” His throat bobs as he harshly swallows; avoiding my eyes as his wings twitch and try to fit him as they sit in dangerously bad positions. “No o-one wants them… Or me…”

“Those bullies are the fucking liars-”

“I’m a monster, Rem…” Jan sniffs as a few tears manage to shift a small trail of blood down a bit, with their only real achievement being that they’re turning his eyes bloodshot from crying. “You know that I’m adopted… Not even m-my real parents wanted me...”

“I do, dumbass.”

I shift our hands so that I can hold them both with just one of mine; using the thumb of my free hand to gently turn his head by the chin to look back at me. I can see the small hairs that frame his face begin to fade back to a dark brown instead of the gorgeous gold that he loves to dye, getting stuck to his forehead with blood and sweat. The specks of gold in his eyes now reflect my dark sunglasses, causing his eyes to darken and make their bloodshot nature more prevalent. The slowly forming frown line that grows every time someone pisses him off and causes him to spout out line after line of insults sits behind the blood spatter that managed to cover the majority of it.

How anyone thought of Janus as a monster without getting to really know him, and how amazing of a friend he is behind the sass and self-defensive insults, is the real monster in the world.

“You may be a monster, but so am I. So are the twins… They’re bloodsuckers, babe. Apart from ghouls, they’re the only ones that have to drink actual blood to survive. And my ancestor was a bitch who killed people and made them into badly-posed lawn ornaments.”

“But you don’t have th… these wings! They’re wings of criminals!” Stupid, dragon racism can go fuck itself. “Th-The stupid, fucking scars are ugly and a headache to look at, too...”

“Your dark scars are prettier than their tanned six-packs and stupid, jock faces could ever be. Plus…” I release his chin to lightly boop him on the nose, gaining a smile as I watch his face scrunch up and show off the dark freckles over his forehead and scarless cheek that manages to peek past the blood. “If your bestie and close friends think that you’re cute and an amazing person, then who fucking cares about what some assholes say?”

His flustered hiss of reply draws out a short laugh from me. While the hint of a smile plays along his lips for the first time in a while, which is all I need from him for now.

“I-I… I apologi-”

“Uh uh. Shush your face, pretty scales.” I shift, quickly kissing the top of his head before grabbing the bandages and wet rag that sat on the bench behind him that he was probably going to use once the deed was done. The thought sends a shiver down my back, but I ignore it and show the wet rag to him. “I gotta patch and clean you up, carry you to the couch, let you pass out on me, then wake up to buy coffee for us both before I clean up the blood and coffee that would be dry by then– but fuck cleaning it today.”

Caffeine can wait; there’s always another cup of coffee tomorrow; Janus surviving this means more than a measly three dollars. Luckily enough, once the blood slows down I can see that he barely managed to cut through the scales and skin of his wing and that he had hardly gotten to the muscle and nerves. I wouldn’t have a clue on how to tell him that he’s fucked up any future late-night flights, so at least I wasn’t too late to stop him. Although, I’d much prefer it if I didn’t have to see any of his blood.

“If you want to try and cut off a limb again, come talk to me first? Please, Janus?”

“... I’ll try to.”

“That’s all I ask for, babe.” I doubt Janus will ever be open enough to tell us when he needs help, but I’m sure he can become a little better at it. The depressing look in his eyes shows how much he regrets doing this; it was probably a hurried thing from the looks of it. So giving him some cuddles to calm him down as soon as possible will hopefully bring back the sass that I know this snakey-dragon can dish out. “I promise that this won’t take too long, and then we can go have some water and crackers before having a nap.”

And while we snack, I’m sure I can think of a few ideas on how a half a dozen kids can become ‘accidentally’ completely paralyzed just before their next big sports event...

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