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complexcritterscave · 2 months

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I love cooking. Sorry if this isn’t as high quality as the rest! I forgot to save it earlier and it deleted like 7 paragraphs and dialogue so I had to rewrite some of it AND I was struggling to think of how I wanted to continue it. Also it gets kinda funky at the end so uhm yeah if you’ve got any questions about that part feel free to ask ily guys remember to be silly

Split would open her eyes, finding herself in an empty white void. This was definitely a dream, or a nightmare, she hasn’t figured it out yet. Hopefully it wasn’t the latter..

She sat up, looking around before trekking through the blank space, curiosity fuelling each step she took. Something about this place was… ominous. Like she shouldn’t be here.

If that didn’t make it better, she felt as if she were being watched. As if something were documenting her every move while she made her way deeper into the void.

`What if someone is..?`

The thought made her shudder. Someone, or something, was hiding in this blank canvas. Hiding out of sight despite there being no crooks or crevices, nor shelves or walls, to hide in or behind. Whatever this threat was, she did not plan on sticking around for a friendly meet and greet, picking up the pace as her ears lowered.

As she continued on his invisible path, she noticed something in n the far distance. She couldn’t entirely make it out but it seemed… Well she couldn’t really describe it. But seeing as there was nowhere else to go, she made her way towards it.

As the trekked closer she began noticing how the floor was fading from its pristine whiteness to an inky black. If that wasn’t enough, she also noticed how every pawstep she took left a small ripple effect on its surface, as if she were walking on water.

That’s not possible is it? The only times she’s heard of that happening is in religion and that one lizard. Maybe it was oobleck? She knew enough about it, well the basics at least. It was a liquid when there was no force applied and solid when there was.

If so why didn’t it stain her paws? She’s seen it stain people’s hands went dealt with, so why weren’t hers becoming black or at least grey?

She was yanked from her thoughts as she heard the subtle sound of movement behind her, whipping around to meet whoever her friend, or enemy, was. Unfortunately, it was no friend and a deep scowl graced the Fruit-Taur’s face.

"You?! What are you doing here?! How are you even here?! Out of everything, it’d had to be you! I don’t get why DrRETRO doesn’t just use a sledge hammer against you already! No one likes you!"

She snapped at the smiling rock beneath her a quiet yet guttural growl rumbling in her throat as her ears folded back.

"Silence dog creature."

She was taken aback, quite literally, when it spoke, blinking as she stared at it incredulously. Its voice horrifically deep and statical.

"You can talk? You’ve been able to talk this whole time?!"

"Always have been. Now leave."

"Huh-"

"Leave. You’re not supposed to be here. I don’t want you here, your thoughts are too loud and disturbing my work. So shoo shoo, I’m busy."

MR stared up at her, its smiling face unable to show up its obvious glare of disdain and condescending contempt for her.

"You’re still here?"

"You act as if I want to be here."

"Then leave."

"Tell me how!"

"Don’t raise your voice at me, I have divine authority you’d only see on your glass screens."

Split let out a mocking snort.

"You? Divine authority? The most you can do is magic tricks."

The rock, now infuriated, glared at her shoulder, a small flame appearing on her clothing as it did as she let out a yelp and immediately pat it out.

"Apologize and I’ll consider not breaking your limbs. At least not all of them."

"I’m not apologizing to an oversized geode! Especially not one who set me on fire!"

MR was about to set her ablaze entirely, turning her into a blackened banana before a moment of malicious remembrance crossed its mind as it hummed in response. Physical torment lasted long, yes. But anyone could recover from it. Even the most vicious wounds of attacks can be healed, even if they left scars, they still healed.

Emotional and mental torment however... Those were difficult to conquer. Even the strongest of men can crumble at the feet of a weak mind. The detrimental effects that it can leave behind are sickening. The way it can drive people mad and take drastic measures to make it stop. It was too perfect of an idea for the rock to let go. It had used it many times in the past on specific victims, especially its current one.

Besides, it'd be killing two birds with one stone...

"Your friend."

"I have a lot of friends."

"The hairy one."

"I have a lot hairy friends."

"The detective."

"Bive?"

"You two are close, no?"

"Duh! She’s-"

"You care and love her don’t you?"

"Love is such a… strong word? I adore her! But of course I care about her!"

"Interesting. How is it you tell her of your life and she never responds with similar information?"

"She’s probably just had a bad childhood? Wait a minute how do you kno-"

"How do you sympathize with a freak such as her?"

Split’s expression hardened, but before she could jump on the defence, it continued.

"You know she’s a a failure right?

"A mistake."

"She’s not even supposed to exist."

The fruit-taur snarled at it, a spark of fury slowly growing into a bonfire.

"Now listen here you-!"

"What is your goal?"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Is it to be her rock?"

"Is it to be her white knight in glistening armour?"

"To fix her?"

"You’re wasting precious energy on her.. You can’t fix a vase that’s been shattered in to millions of pieces. You can’t fix a broken record. You can’t fix her."

"This isn’t about fixing her! Shut up! You’re just trying to trick me!"

"Au contraire. I’m just trying to enlighten you of your situation. After all we’ve both had someone we care for."

"Well, you still have that someone…"

Despite her fury, a small twinge of confusion nagged her.

Perfect…

"I had someone. I cared for their every need. When they were hungry, I was the first to feed them. When they were thirsty, I always brought them enough water to last them throughout the day. The others? They saw them as an experiment. An analysis. Something to simply studied. Me? I treated them as if they were my own child."

Split felt the anger in her begin dying down as she listened on. For once, she felt… bad for the rock.

“I taught them to walk, to speak. Countless nights I would lay awake for them when they were ill. Whenever it stormed, they were afraid of the thunder, so I would stay by their side to help to rest. To bring them comfort.."

As cruel as the stone was, it sounded like an excellent paternal figure. She never knew it had such loyalty and affection in it. Perhaps something changed it?

"I did everything for them. I would’ve given my life for them. And you know what they did?"

"What?"

"They stabbed me in the back. They left me when I needed them most. I returned to find them gone and my life’s work with them. I loved them and they abandoned me as if I were garbage. Do you know, how painful it is, to care for someone as if they were your successor, your own blood… just to have them turn their back on you..? It’s worse than any physical wound imaginable…"

The fruit-taur couldn’t help but sympathize with it. Clearly it was hurt, hurt beyond imagination. It had gave and gave and gave, only for its affection to never be reciprocated. Whoever did this to MR had turned it into what it was now, a bitter and broken mess. Who could do such an awful thing?!

As if it could read her thoughts, it spoke up.

"You know them too."

"I do..?"

"Yes. You give them the same amount of love and attention as I once did. You treat them with respect and kindness while others turn their back on them, as they rightfully should."

Split stared at it for a moment, surely it didn’t mean..? No! That’s impossible… Right?

"You’re not talking about..?"

"Your little detective friend? Unfortunately, I am…"

She felt her heart drop. No. That couldn’t be true! It had to be lying! Yeah. That’s right! It’s lying. She would never do such a thing. Sure she wasn’t always the most morally correct person, but to do that?! That’s too far. Not even Gnarpy was that cruel, and xe threatened everyone! Even Fleshcousin! But there was still sense of doubt that whispered in her head, its voice quiet yet loud enough to be heard.

`What if it’s not lying..?`

"Hard to believe isn’t it? I assume you have no intent on locating her now do you?"

"What..?"

"She’s here you know?"

"Right now?"

"Yes."

"… Can I talk to her?"

"I guess so. Continue going forward in the direction you were originally going. You’ll find her eventually."

Spilt looked behind her, tilting her head slightly.

"That’s all? She’s th-"

She turned back towards the stone, a quiet ‘oh’ escaping her mouth as she realized it was gone. How does a rock move that fast? Does it have legs or something? That’s a funny idea- Wait no no! She needed to get answers. No distractions.

She sighed as she continued forward, the questions that whirled in her head made her feel ill.

Is she actually the reason MR was who it was now? Did she actually break its heart? Why didn’t she tell her this earlier? Was she trying to hide her true self? Was she even who she thought she was?

The more Split thought, the more distraught she became. She was starting to believe that everything she knew about Bive, everything she cared for, everything she adored about her was a flat out lie. How stupid could she be? How naive was she?! She thought she finally found someone she could connect with, to spend time with, to love even.

Then the truth came and proved it all to a sick and twisted fantasy.

Eventually, she came across the paranoid detective. She seemed distressed, like usual but it seemed much more intense. Like she was expecting something. Like she was in immense danger. She seemed more jittery than ever.

As Split got closer, Bive soon took notice of her, seeming to calm down a little, a small grin even appearing on her face. However as she saw the hardened expression on the fruit-taur’s face, she tensed up once more, her grin slowly disappearing as she got closer.

"Split..?"

She paused a few feet in front of her, staring down at the detective before sighing. Bive tilted her head as she tried to read her face, why’d she look so upset? Did something happen

"Why?”

"Why what?"

"Why’d you do that to it?"

"Do what to who?"

"You know what I’m talking about!"

"Well, to be honest I really don’t."

Split bit back a harsh retort, forcing herself to remain calm.

"Why’d you just… abandon MR?"

Bive was completely taken aback. Firstly, how’d she even find out about her history with the stone. Secondly, who told her she abandoned her?! She never abandoned anyone! If anything she was abandoned! Well not really but that’s not the point!

"Aha… What?"

"Bive please tell me it’s a lie."

"You don’t believe it right? You don’t actually believe that do you?!"

"The more I think about it, the more believable it sounds!"

"It’s all a lie, I promise! Who even told you this? It’s obvious they’re trying to distract you from the real threat such as the clowns and snow so-"

"ENOUGH WITH YOUR CONSPIRACY THEORIES! STOP TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT!"

Bive was taken aback. Never had she heard Split so upset, and especially never at her. It hurt. It hurt a lot actually. Did she even know the actual story? Who tricked her like this?!

She tried to stammer out a response before Split just responded with a frustrated growl.

"Please just tell me the truth. Did you leave? Yes or no?!"

"It’s a much more complicated answer than that! That’s not fair!"

"So you do know it?!"

"Well! I didn’t say that!"

"Then what are you saying?!"

"That our connections are more complicated than that!"

"That sounds like you’re trying to tiptoe around the fact that you know MR."

"I- Well-! Just please!"

She watched as the fruit-taur sighed, turning her head to the side as she used her hand to rub the temples above her forehead.

"I may know it just a bit but-"

"But..?"

"I didn’t abandon it! I just left!"

"That does not make it sound any better…"

"Well I just-"

"We just aren’t on the best of terms because of previous events!.."

"I wonder why.."

It was like every answer that came out of her mouth wasn’t the right one. At this point Bive was beginning to panic. Apart from Split she had virtually no one else. Scratch that, she HAD no one else. Everyone else didn’t listen to her, they found her insane, they thought her truths were lies. She couldn’t lose Split, the mere thought of it scared her more than anything else.

"Look I dunno what they told you but it’s not true please! I promise!"

"It’s getting harder to believe you…"

Bive watched as Split took a step back, her panic growing into pure terror as she noticed the stone that had materialized beside her. Of course. Why hadn’t she realize it sooner? That dumb rock was the reason Split didn’t trust her, it was the reason she didn’t believe her. It lied to her and got her on its side. She hated MR, it was lying, cheating, skank that fed off of suffering.

But so far, it seemed as if it was winning this battle..

"Split, please! You can possibly believe it can you?! You-You don’t actually… Right?… RIGHT?!"

Split only stared at her, too upset to think of a response. The agonizing 'reality' had set in that the detective she once loved was a two-faced traitor. It hurt her too much to even think of it as she fought back tears.

The stone looked towards her, despite the permanent smile that graced its face, it seemed express some sort of empathy towards the fruit-taur. As if it knew how she felt, as if it had once been in her place.

It let out a quiet hum, signalling for Split to go of which she did without hesitation. Her paws heavy as she left the two alone…

Bive could only watch as she left, her own feet stuck in place, her mouth too dry to let out a pleading ‘stay’. Before she knew it, she was gone. Where? She had no idea, but she had disappeared past the horizon and could no longer be seen. She turned to the stone, watching as it gave her its sickening and mocking grin. How could something be so cruel? How could something be so vile?! How could something be so… cruel?

A wave of pure hatred and grief washed over her, the stone knew it too. It felt it coursing through her body, and it relished it. It fed off of such negativity, and right now? She was a gold mine…

"You… You stupid-! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

The rock didn’t answer, just stared… Just stared as tears streamed down her face, just stared as she trembled with mental agony, just stared as she glowered at it with pure unfiltered hatred.

"WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?! WHY DO YOU FOLLOW ME?!"

Her breathing was heavy and irregular as the stone answered her with a command.

"Drown… Let your suffering be the waves that kill you…"

The ground beneath her seemed to liquify as she fell straight through it, letting out a yelp as she splashed into the inky 'sea' beneath her. She had tried to swim back to the surface, despite her poor abilities, but it was futile as some sort of thin layer of invisible 'glass' blocked her escape. She held what little breath she had as she pushed at it.

She could see MR staring down at her, staring at her as she tried to break through. It’s mocking grin still gracing its face. It knew it had won but it wouldn’t indulge in its victory until it saw the realization in the detective’s eyes. Until it saw her realize she had lost.

She kicked and punched and clawed and scraped at the layer, fighting to escape as her lungs pleaded for air. Her chest felt as if it were on fire as she continued, her movements becoming weaker

Split would awaken from her sleep before groggily looking around. She was back in reality, back in the maze, back with her… Split looked down at the sleeping detective, a wave of guilty disgust washing over her as she realized she was leaning against her.

Bive felt herself getting tired, her limbs began aching as her actions became weaker and weaker

The fruit-taur nudged her off, not enough to wake her up to prevent an awkward and painful conversation.

The detective’s movements became slower before eventually stopping. Her body tired and aching as her chest continued to burn…

Split let out a sigh, getting up as she gathered her own belongings, despite not being much, and began leaving.

She gave the stone a glance, the sudden realization of defeat hitting her as she began to slowly sink. The 'water' was cold yet oddly comforting in a way, it quelled the fire in her chest. Bive couldn’t help but feel relaxed in its waves..

She avoided thumbtacks and coffee cups as she made her way out of Bive’s corner of the maze. Meeting Fleshy by pure coincidence due to accidentally bumping into it.

Her vision began to blur and her mind began to cloud. Bubbles escaping her mouth as she continued to sink down into the dark abyss.

Fleshy escorted her out of the maze, babbling random nonsense as it usually did while remaining upbeat and optimistic, not picking up her solemn attitude.

For once she felt at peace, no more running, no more fearing, just peace.. It was a nice feeling. The light around her had began to dim as she sank deeper and deeper.

She waved a polite goodbye to the fleshcousin as she made her way back to the elevator, pressing its button as she waited patiently.

She eventually hit the bottom, the light dim as she laid on the sand-like ground. The aching in her body had stopped. The fire in the chest had been quelled. All that was left was for her to close her weary eyes…

She heard the familiar and welcome ding of the elevator, her floppy ears lifting as she stepped into it. Mark and Wallter were there but paid no attention to her as they argued over wood and concrete. She placed a coin in the elevator’s slot and selected Splitsville. She needed some time to herself for now…

WOWOWOWOWOWOW HOPE I DIDNT MAKE YOU CRINGE BECAUSE I CERTAINLY DID WHILE WRITING THIS

Anyway I hope you enjoyed the Four Part Spive Angst series! I did enjoy writing it for the most part and I’m glad you all like it

ALSO SILLY AXOSUN USERS

Plus my #1 Fan (They get their own section because of how COOL and AWESOME and NICE (evil) AND KIND (mean) THEY ARE!!!!!!

I WILL STILL BE WRITING MAYBE FLUFF MAYBE ANGST MAYBE HURT AND COMFORT IDK YET (A different server is demanding Spive fluff from me) SO KEEP ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THAT RAHHHHHHHH

(I was listening to this while writing someone of this fanfic as well you should too)

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ladylovesloki · 2 years

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Drunk Tank: One Shot

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, smut

Summary: Loki goes out and has a little too much fun.

Your phone is ringing.

You open one eye and check the time.

2:00 AM

You look at your phone. Unknown number.

Nope.

You hit ignore and go to back to sleep.

Again you hear your ring tone.

Unknown number.

Send to voicemail.

You wait a moment. You see the notification letting you know that a voicemail had been left so you grab your phone and turn it on speaker.

“Good morning Ms. y/l/n, this is officer Morris from precinct 74, we have a person by the name of Harold Zidler here in our custody. He is currently in our drunk tank sobering up but he gave your name and number as an emergency contact. If you could give us a call back or come down to the station so we could release him to your custody we would greatly appreciate it.”

You start to laugh. Hysterically.

Harold Zidler was the alias you gave Loki to use in moments like this when he couldn’t give people his real name. It was a way he could cause some mischief in secret and if he ever got caught he would use that to not alert Shield. He doesn’t know where the name comes from and you prefer it that way, you can cause a little mischief of your own too….

A drunk tank though? That’s a new one.

You get up and get dressed, discreetly making your way out of your room in the tower. You creep through the empty halls, everyone either asleep or on a mission.

You don’t bother using a car, the precinct is only a train stop away and you didn’t want to alert anyone by using one of Shields cars.

You can’t help but laugh to yourself on the train, what has he gotten himself into?

You arrive at the precinct and you walk inside up to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up my boyfriend Harold Zidler, you guys called me to come get him”, you inform the officer.

“Oh thank God. Mike! Mike! That lady is here to pick up the drunk tank magician!”.

“Drunk tank magician?” You ask the officer.

“Yea your friend has been keeping everyone in the cell entertained for the last hour with his tricks. Driving us crazy.”

As you were about to ask more questions, another officer, you’re assuming Mike, brings out Loki.

“Darling! Darling! Over here!” He’s waving at you..waving..Loki is waving.

You slowly hold up your hand and wave back..

“I am so happy to see you!” He runs over and gives you a big hug with a big goofy smile on his face.

You pat him on the back, “hey you…you ok?” You ask him.

“Oh yes darling! I’ve had so much fun! I was showing Mop over there….”

“Mike man! My name is Mike…” the cop who had the pleasure of guarding Loki corrected.

“Oh yes, forgive me, Mike over there, I was showing him some of my magic..” he leans in close.. “Don’t worry darling, nothing too revealing I assure you…don’t want the cavalry coming to lock me away again….” You slap your hand over his mouth because he thinks he’s whispering but really he’s just talking at full volume.

“Hokayy!! Do I need to sign anything or can we just go?”

“Ma’am please just get him out of here, we just want to forget we ever picked him up in the first place. Just keep a closer eye on him and the drinking will ya?”

“Will do! Thanks again..and sorry about…whatever the hell he did here.” You drag him out of the precinct. He waved goodbye to his new friends as we walked out.

You get him on the train and sit him down, you look over at him and he’s just bobbing his head with the music playing in the background with a silly smile on his face.

“Loki.” He looks at you, “yes darling?” He happily responds.

“What happened? How did you get this drunk?” You ask him, you’re dying to know how he got in this condition. There’s no way he got this drunk drinking the alcohol from Earth…

“Thor and I were at one of those establishments with the long table and the drinks and the people serving the drinks at the long table and there were people sitting…or standing at tables ALLLL around the long table with the barmaid serving the drinks and there were OTHER bar people serving drinks with them…” he was rambling, it would be cute if you weren’t so curious about how he got this drunk.

“Ok, so you were at a bar with Thor, what were you drinking exactly?”

“Well Thor and I were ordering from the bar people and their spirits tasted like water so I conjured some Asgardian ale….and then some wine….and then some ale again…”

Ok so that answers the how drunk question, now on to the other question..

“Where’s Thor?”

“Oh, Heimdall called for him about some business in Asgard, not an emergency just something stupid I’m sure…but he left and was taken up up up and awayyyy by the Bifrost…so I stayed a little longer and drank a little more.”

“What did you do to get yourself arrested?”

“Oh nothing serious darling, just some harmless pranks, but I got to meet Mop out of it! And….burp….I got to see you my darling girl!”

He was so drunk. At least he is safe and we’ll be at the tower soon where you can get him watered, fed, showered and to bed.

You make it back to the tower and try and drag a stumbling Loki through the hallways without running in to anyone. Luckily you made it to your suite where you got Loki settled on the island while you got him some water and you made him a sandwich.

As you’re getting his food prepared he’s staring at you, his fist under his chin with that same silly smile he’s maintained all night.

“I love you my darling girl”

You look up and smile, “I love you too baby, you feeling ok?”

“Yes, I just…I just wanted you to know that..I don’t feel like I say it enough to you.”

You keep giving him that same kind smile, “you’re adorable when you’re drunk you know that?”

He eats his sandwich and drinks his water, you get him to the bathroom to shower..

“Care to join me darling? He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You giggle, “no my love, I’ll be outside the door if you need me for anything.”

“Oh I’ll need you for something..” he winks at you.

You roll your eyes and you close the door leaving him to it. After a little while he comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and a towel around his waist looking…..exhausted.

“Tired baby?” You ask him, and by the look of him you already know the answer.

He wordlessly nods his head and rubs his eyes, poor baby. You take his hand and get him to bed where he falls asleep almost instantly. You get yourself ready for bed, get some water that you have a feeling he’s going to be wanting as soon as he wakes up and leave it by his bed side.

You kiss his forehead, “goodnight drunky”. You shut off the light and go to sleep.

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You wake up to the feeling of a wet tongue on your pussy.

“Oh…good morning to you Harold..”

Loki stops his ministrations and looks up at you from his position by your heated core, “my darling, forgive me for last night, I haven’t had Asgardian ale in quite some time..”

“There’s nothing to forgive baby, but if you insist on apologizing you’re off to a great start..”

“Well then, if you’ll allow me to continue…” he’s looking at you with so much heat in his eyes its almost like the furnace turned on in your room you were so hot.

“Please…” you whine.

He starts off slow, licking and sucking, building up a rhythm that had you screaming his name. He would bring you to the brink and then stop, over and over and over again until you were a sweating mess on the bed. Finally he has mercy on you and lets you cum, his name falling from your lips.

He flips you over so you are on your stomach and he starts to massage your back, he continues until your body feels like jello. Then he starts trailing kisses down the center of your back and then he licks you from your lower back up to your neck where he bites you. It’s gentle at first and then you feel his hard member pressing into you, when he breeches you he bites down a little harder and sucks. You cum again from the combination of pleasure and pain.

He starts to slowly circle his hips, giving you sweet kisses on your neck, brushing the hair out of your face so he can see it as you moan in pleasure.

He changes positions a bit and gets you up on your hands and knees driving himself into you at a punishing pace. A moment after that he takes his hand and pushes your upper body down so your head is laying on the mattress with your hips still in the air.

“Oh god..Loki…I can’t.” You’re begging him for something but you’re not sure what, you definitely don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop. You want to feel this everyday for the rest of your life.

“Yes you can…You’re going to…” he grunts, reaching around you to rub his fingers on your swollen clit.

“One more time my love…give me one more..and I’ll follow you to Valhalla..” now its his turn to beg.

You cum harder than you have ever cum in your life, you don’t even notice Loki chanting your name behind you. All you can feel is wave after wave of pleasure and then the warmth of Loki’s essence pouring into you, loving the feeling of it dripping down your leg.

Loki falls on top of you but manages to hold himself up slightly so he doesn’t crush you.

The room, once filled with the sound of moans, screams and sex, was silent except for the heavy breathing you are both doing.

“Thank you for last night my love, I’m sorry again.” He says almost bashfully.

“It’s ok, you’re kinda cute when you’re drunk.” You wink at him.

“Kinda?” He jokes with you and tickles your sides. The room now being filled with a different kind of screaming.

The end.

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fiction-box · 4 months

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Solstice (F!Robin X Chrom)

Hello everyone, and happy @nagamas! I would like to wish a very special holiday season to my recipient, settphels, over on X. May you have a healthy 2024, and I hope you enjoy my work!

Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.

“Lissa! Slow down!” Robin begged as the young princess dragged her through the snow.

“I wouldn’t have to go this fast if you hadn’t taken so long to get ready! Honestly, Robin, I’m surprised the sun hasn’t melted all the snow yet!”

It was the first day of the cold season that the snow stopped falling in Ferox, leaving the ground covered in a soft, clean sheet of white powder. Regardless, the tactician tugged her coat tighter to her chest with her free hand. The Feroxian cold chilled her to the bone; an idea solidified in the fact that this was the first winter she could remember.

Robin liked to think she came from somewhere nice and warm.

The women slowed to a stop a few yards from the large estate that Khan Flavia so graciously provided her champions. Frederick and Chrom were probably inside, writing up reports on their progress and deciding how next to move the Shepherds. Robin originally intended to join them, but Lissa talked her out into the snow before she even knew what was happening.

“Remind me why we’re standing out here, Lissa?” she shivered. “It’s freezing!”

“I told you, we have to make a snowman! Normally, Em would be here to help me, but since she couldn’t come with us, you get to be my assistant today,” Lissa smiled.

“A snowman…? But I don’t know how - I didn’t bring a tome with me or anything,” Robin frowned, glancing back at the estate.

The youngest princess of Ylisse giggled, “You don’t need magic, silly. I can’t believe you don’t know how to make a snowman.”

“Rubbing it in isn’t helping,” Robin muttered sheepishly.

“Here, watch.”

The blonde bent toward the snow, picking up a handful of powder and shaping it into a ball between her gloved hands.

“The trick is to apply a bit of pressure so the snow sticks together and forms a sphere. Then,” she added, setting the snowball down as she lowered herself to the ground, “you’ll keep patting more into it until it grows into a giant snowball.”

Robin watched silently, her breath forming clouds in the air as Lissa used her arms and hands to pull snow toward her. Soft crunching sounds accompanied her light taps on her creation as the original sphere tripled in size.

The princess paused, looking up as if to gauge Robin’s understanding. Or maybe just to see if she was paying attention - Robin didn’t know Lissa well enough to tell just yet.

“Okay, now it’s your turn.”

So the woman with hair the color of the winter around them knelt to the ground, scooping nearby snow into her gloves before pushing her hands together.

Upon opening her hands, flakes of white fell between her fingers and out of her palm.

Robin pursed her lips, determined to give it another try as she brushed off her hands and picked up more snow. This time, she added more pressure and held slightly less in her hand.

The result presented itself as a small, almond-shaped pile. It looked fragile even before Robin set it down, the “snowball” cleaving in half upon impact with the soft layer blanketing the grass.

A stifled snicker came from Lissa’s direction while the tactician huffed. How could anyone stick the snow together when it just brushes against the other flakes? Whenever she got enough snow onto the ball, it just crumbled to dust.

The fifth time she failed to make the snow stick together long enough, Robin simply stretched her neck to the sky and closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, Lissa appeared happy to show her support in the way she rolled on the icy ground, overtaken by a fit of giggles.

“Ah, yes. I’m glad you find my failure funny,” Robin glared, turning her head back to her companion.

“I- I’m-!” the girl gasped, “Ha! You can’t even-!

“What are you two doing out here?”

Chrom’s footfalls crunched loudly in the snow as he approached, eyeing the areas where the snow no longer looked even.

“Oh my goodness! Chrom!” Lissa managed. Her smile still went from ear to ear. “You have to see-! Robin can’t even make a snowball…”

The woman in question felt her ears going pink as blood rushed to her face, “Well I’m sorry I’ve never done this before! I don’t even really understand what it is that we’re doing!”

The prince of Ylisse simply sighed before taking a seat in the cold next to Robin.

“Don’t be so mean, Lissa. You should have been helping her instead of laughing.”

“Hmph. We were only having fun - you don’t have to lecture me.”

“Really?” Chrom teased, “What do you think Em would say?”

“Sh-she doesn’t have to know!”

He laughed, turning back to the newest Shepherd before picking up some snow of his own.

“Here, this way is easier,” his hand and palms were cupped closed, interlocking perfectly. “The way Lissa likes to do it can be a bit harder since she keeps her fingers splayed open - try keeping them close together.”

“Wow, you don’t even have gloves on. Aren’t you cold?”

The blue-haired prince shook his head, “I just came from inside, so I’m not too cold yet. Besides, using the heat from my palms tends to make it easier to make snowballs.”

“Lucky you.”

“You certainly seem like you wish you were inside,” Chrom chuckled. “You look so unacclimated.”

Robin chose to lightly ignore him, instead focusing on copying his movements exactly as she watched them performed earlier. After applying what she deemed an appropriate amount of pressure, she tilted her hand open…

…only to watch it crumble again.

Her result did not improve the next two times she tried.

Her fourth attempt for Chrom almost yielded a snowball; save for a few light angles here and there, the shape formed a ball well enough.

“There you go,” he encouraged.

Her breathing grew shallow as she turned her palm upright, removing her other hand to let it stand on its own.

Of course, Robin should have known not to expect much as she watched it split in three upon supporting its own weight in her hand.

“Agh-! Are you kidding me? I’m completely hopeless at this.”

A short exhale came from Chrom’s nose. Robin looked up quickly enough to see him fighting a smile before he cleared his throat.

“Here, let me help you.”

Easily, Chrom took one of her hands into his own. The tactician’s palm faced the sky as the prince used his other hand to lift a small pile of snow. Guiding her hand to his other one, he pressed the snow between their palms with much more force than Robin had been using to make her snowballs.

Transfixed, she watched Chrom’s hands envelope her own as the snow grew more firm upon her palm. He rotated her palm once more until it faced the sky again. Finally, he lifted his hands away and released her glove.

A perfect sphere.

“Showoff,” she smirked at him.

“I try.”

Robin returned her eyes to what they made together, admiring the ease he brought to something that stressed her out just moments ago.

Things were just easier with Chrom in general.

“You guys are so slow!” Lissa whined from behind Chrom, rolling a sizable snowball back to where she originally sat with Robin.

“Oh my-!” Robin gasped in awe. “Lissa, how did you do that?”

“What, this?” she gestured to the snowball.

Chrom put his hand on Robin’s shoulder and shifted to block her view “Gods, don’t stroke her ego. We’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Hey!” the princess interjected. “I can’t help being better at this than you two! I’m naturally gifted at this sort of thing.”

Her brother gave a quick laugh before crafting a snowball and throwing it at her. It made contact with her coat, prompting her to quickly bend over and make a snowball of her own. She threw it at Chrom, though he anticipated her attack and moved out of the way just in time.

“Ah! Hah! Cold! Cold!” Robin shivered, the snow from Lissa’s throw sliding down her neck to her chest. Reflexively, she set the snowball she and Chrom made down before tugging her coat tightly around her chest.

“Why is it so cold in Ferox?” she whined as the snow melted, drenching her undershirt.

“Now look, Lissa. You hit Robin!”

“It wouldn’t have hit her if you had just stayed still! Besides, what makes you think I’m not freezing from when you hit me?”

“You deserved it though,” Chrom raised a brow.

“Fine then,” Lissa huffed. “I’m going inside!”

“What? You’re the reason we’re out here!” Robin argued.

“I know...I’m just…I’m going to grab some things for our snowman. It needs a nose and some eyes, you know.”

“Right now?”

“Why not?” the princess stretched before turning toward the estate, “Someone has to get it eventually, I might as well go right now. Have fun taking forever to finish the snowman.”

Before either of her companions could get a word in otherwise, Lissa ran away to the warm shelter.

“Sorry about that,” Chrom sighed.

“It’s just Lissa being Lissa, you don’t need to apologize.”

“Still, I wouldn’t have moved out of the way if I knew you’d be hit by that snowball,” he frowned. “Here, let me.”

Swiftly, the prince unwrapped the scarf from his neck before putting it around Robin’s. The blue fabric went around one, two times before he left it to drape down her chest.

“If you’d like to tuck it underneath your shirt or your coat, feel free,” he remarked, suddenly enamored with the small snowball in front of them.

Robin took a few seconds to do just that before Chrom cleared his throat again.

“We should probably finish this before she comes back out though. I can hold the snowball if you’d like to pack more onto it. We’ll roll it around once it gets big enough.”

The tactician shook her head, “I think it might be better if I hold it while you do all the complicated stuff.”

“Complicated?” Chrom’s eyes found hers, a small smirk on his face.

“You saw me earlier! Besides, I’m the one wearing gloves. At least your hands get a break if you’re patting the snow.”

He nodded, handing her the snowball before he lifted more and more of the powder to press into it. Occasionally, he would grab her wrist or her arm for leverage, but the process mostly felt like a game to the woman. Chrom applied more snow, and Robin guessed where she’d have to apply resistance to the pressure.

The two finished in a matter of minutes, though Robin gave the prince most of the credit. Their creation landed on the snow beneath them as they stood to roll it around the untouched areas on the ground.

“It’s traditional to stack snowmen three layers tall back in Ylisse,” the prince remarked. “Feroxian tradition is a bit different; they use two layers. I think it has something to do with the two Khans, but Lissa knows more about it than I do.”

“They have more than enough precipitation here to make them four layers tall,” Robin speculated.

“True,” Chrom chuckled, “but it would probably start snowing again in the time it would take to make that many snowballs.”

With that, they finished rolling the ball in the snow. The pair worked together to get it back to Lissa’s snowball, lifting theirs to place atop hers.

“Gods,” Robin huffed, “definitely a group activity.”

“We aren’t finished quite yet. Lissa said she would grab the eyes and nose, but we should probably find branches for the arms and something for its mouth.”

“Hmm…” Robin looked around. A small forest of trees stood tall several yards away, so branches wouldn’t be too hard to find.

“I can go grab some rocks from the main road by the estate. Do you think those would work?”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that,” she responded. “Sure. I can head toward the forest for branches.”

Walking against the wind, Robin began to realize just how cold she had gotten from spending so much time outside. Her gloves were soaked through from handling so much snow, and although Chrom’s scarf helped, she still wore her damp, frigid undershirt.

At least the snowman only needed a few more items. Once they wrapped this up, Robin would curl up in a chair with a blanket and a book until she could feel her toes again.

As her feet trudged along the edge of the forest, she began to wonder if Lissa planned to come back outside any time soon. Surely, she would at least help decorate their new friend.

Robin glanced around the uneven forest floor. Most of the branches that fell to the ground looked too thick for a snowball - their work would probably fall apart if she tried to use anything as large as the hilt of her sword.

Out of nowhere, her foot failed to find purchase as the ground crumbled away beneath her. It seemed the snow hadn’t landed in the exact shape of the forest, thanks to the branches blocking the precipitation from earlier.

“Woah-!”

She blindly tumbled down what was either a large hill or a small cliff - Robin wasn’t sure - as the shock of the frigid snow caused her to cry out. The tiny crystals invaded her coat, gloves, pants, and boots, her fall absorbed by the powder and a mix of her shoulders, knees, and hips.

At least it was soft. Well, as soft as plummeting through a forest could be.

Her momentum abruptly halted as she reached the lower level of the woods. Covered in snow, it was all she could do to thank Naga she hadn’t slammed into a tree and passed out.

Panicked and still high on adrenaline, Robin managed to lift her head out of the powder. Her chest had slammed into the ground, and she could hardly breathe. Though the Shepherd gasped for air, she couldn’t feel it entering her lungs.

“...-bin…?”

That was Chrom, though he sounded a bit far. As much as she wanted to call back to him, she couldn’t find her voice. Hopefully he could just follow the tracks she inevitably left behind.

“...Robin! Where are you? Are you-”

Once the voice grew close enough, the tactician turned her attention to the top of the hill. Sure enough, the prince of Ylisse stared back at her.

“I heard you scream,” he commented lamely, confusion on his face after scanning over her snow-dusted form. “Hang on, I’ll be right there.”

Chrom staggered his feet on the slope, using his arm to brace himself as he steadily slid down toward her.

In the seconds it took him to approach her, Robin attempted to brush herself off as well as she could with her shivering hands before struggling to stand.

The young lord arrived on solid ground, hastening his steps to get to his tactician, “Gods, Robin, what happened to you? You fell all the way down here from up there?”

“Not my proudest moment,” her teeth chattered.

“Nevermind then,” Chrom rushed to wrap her arm around his shoulder and support her. “Let’s just get you back to the shelter so you can warm up.”

“Yeah, I think I’m done with snow for today. Maybe we can take a different route back?”

The pair circled the small cliff, looking for a hill that appeared decidedly less steep. Thankfully, there appeared to be a safer option in the western part of the wood.

“We could probably get back faster if I carried you,” Chrom offered.

Robin liked to think that, in any other scenario, she might have hesitated before politely rejecting his offer. In the moment, however, she immediately welcomed the idea of giving her body a rest.

Unwrapping her arm from his shoulder, the Ylissean turned and lowered himself just enough so that Robin could climb onto his back. He was always lightly wary of how steady she was on her feet, encouraging her to balance using his arm until he safely lifted her off the ground.

“You’re lucky I was able to find you in the snow with that white hair of yours,” he started as he continued their trip back to the estate. “Things could always be worse.”

“Could be much better, too,” she frowned.

“I won’t argue with that.”

It didn’t take Chrom as long as Robin thought it would to return to the upper level of the forest and exit the woods. She supposed her original guess was influenced both by the pain in her limbs, the cold, and how much she slowed Chrom down.

She felt him let out a soft breath of air as they finally arrived to see Lissa doing their job for them.

“About time! I was thinking you were never going to-”

Once her eyes absorbed the sight of how disheveled her brother and her friend were, the princess dropped the buttons she was adjusting on the snowman and rushed to guide the two inside.

“There are some blankets on the couch, but I should probably help Robin out of those wet clothes first. And I was hoping to surprise you with cocoa when you came inside - it’s already prepared and sitting on the coffee table.”

Once the three made it through the door, Chrom lowered the woman off his back. He offered his arm to help her stand as Lissa took off her coat and boots. The princess led her to a spare room while her brother began to take off his own outer layers.

“Gosh, Robin. You need to be more careful - it’s only a matter of time before you get in over your head.”

“It wasn’t on purpose…”

Lissa sighed, pulling her drenched friend in for a hug, “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

Just as quickly, the youngest princess pulled away with a shiver.

“You’re way too cold! Let’s get you into something warm so we can all stop worrying, okay?”

Once everyone was finally warm in the common room and Frederick started a fire, it became much easier to laugh about everything that happened that day. Then, after a short argument that Lissa had no intention of losing, Robin surrendered her drenched coat for the day so Lissa could put it on their snowman. After all, if it had a coat, their wintry friend would have no need for branches as its arms.

Perhaps everything turned out right in the end.

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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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Vision (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Sumarry: Both of you and Lizzie find a little sweet treat moment while grocery shopping.

Warning: None. A late Halloween late fluff fic from my Halloween event.

Requested: Yes by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx . I hope you like it! :D

A/n: Hello! Here's the second to last of my Halloween fics. I just finished writing this literally few minutes ago. lol. Thank you @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming and share an idea i can put in this fic. :) Happy reading! Reblog and comments are highly appreciated.

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“Okay babe, so we got the bread, anchovies, avocado, your favorite chocolate milk and all of the ingredients for our dinner tonight.” Your wife of three years mumbles as she checks the inside of the cart while reading the shopping list at the same time.

“I love how fresh the fruits and the meat this store has.” the blonde comments with a smile, her green eyes look at yours.

“See…I told you, Elizabeth. This store has better produce than the one you used to go to before we met.” Your smile and tone has obvious pride in it. She laughs a little right after that. “Y/n, honey, the other store has as good produce as the one in here. We started going to this one because it sells your favorite chocolate milk and cheese.” She jokingly shakes her head as she walks with you while you push the cart.

“Oh, let’s go to the candy aisle at the end. I want to get some just in case trick or treat-ers come to our house.” Lizzie points to the aisle.

“Ouh yess candy! Let’s go!” You respond excitedly.

Lizzie looks around as soon as both of you get to the candy aisle and grabs a few different bags of candy and chocolate. You put a bag of dark chocolates into the cart. Before Lizzie gets her chance to say that she is done and it's time to leave, something caught your attention and you exclaimed “Ouh babe, look! They have some Halloween stuff too. Look at those decorations they sell!”

"Oh yeah. They have pretty good stuff here." The blonde shows her agreement with you.

“Wow, out of all the Halloween themes and myths they can pick, they still don’t have werewolves stuff. Werewolves are so underrated!” Disappointment is written all over your face right after you can’t find anything werewolves related among the things.

“Aaawww, my poor puppy. Don’t be upset.” the Scarlet Witch cast teases you. A soft pat on your head from her then she gives a peck of kiss on your cheek. Surely, a blush magically appears on your face. You smile. “Well, I guess, I can’t be upset when you call me that and get a kiss too.” she winks and giggles at your comment.

“Oh, there’s some costume too, y/n. Oh, they have a kid's werewolf costume.” She excitedly shows it to you. “Oh! Yay, something werewolf! Oh, Liz! Look what I found!” You take your turn showing what you have found.

“It's a Scarlet Witch costume for little girls! Aaawwww!” Pride wraps your tone while holding the costume.

“Oh my gosh! That actually looks so cute! I remember the first time I tried on my real Scarlet Witch costume, it was a little tight and they put wires around me for the flying scenes. It was fun.” a titter jumps out of her lips while her mind recalls the funny memories.

“Oh yeah, I remembered the first time I saw you on set with that suit. You look insanely stunning in it” You wiggle your eyebrows with a teasing smirk and she playfully rolls her eyes.

“I remember that day, when I walked past you wearing the suit you tripped on a cord on the set after you were done doing Paul’s makeup.” Both of you laughed together from the quick trip on the memory lane.

You and Lizzie observe a little more until you see something interesting. "Look at these mason jars mug, darling! Witch's brew!" You try to say the last two words in a scary horror way followed by a fake witch laugh. She laughs at your antics, she always adores your silliness.

“Oh yeah, those are cool. Maybe we can use this for your apple martinis or absinthe cocktails. Isn’t witch’s brews always green in color?” Lizzie proposes her idea.

“Oh yeah, we’ll take this. Wanda should use this as her cup.” You joke and it easily gains another laughter from your wife.

“I know right. I’m gonna take a picture of this and send it to Aubrey since she is turning into a witch soon in Marvel with Kathryn.” a giggle slips out between her words as she smiles while she takes a picture of the said mug.

“Ssshh, Elizabeth! People might hear what you just said.” You remind her to be more careful about the confidential content in a whisper. “Oops, oh yeah. Sorry..sorry.” she apologizes in whispers as her right hand moves as if she is zipping her lips to keep the secret in her.

Then both of you hear a little voice from behind you. “Excuse me, Wanda? Is that you?”

Lizzie quickly turned around, so did you and found a cute little girl wearing the same exact Scarlet Witch costume. The little red haired girl is looking at your wife with such admiration. Her green eyes sparkle in excitement.

“Uh oh. Liz, do you think she heard what you said about Aubrey?” You ask in a whisper to her. “Babe, she’s just a kid. She probably doesn’t understand what we were talking about even if she heard it.” She answers you shortly before she greets the little girl.

“Oh hello, sweetheart. Yes, I am Wanda. You look exactly like me.” Lizzie’s warm and welcoming smile appears across her face. Soon after, the exhilarated girl’s mother comes. “Emily, there you are! Why did you run like that? I’m sor– Oh my god! Ms. Olsen! My daughters and I are fans of yours. She bought her costume here and she wanted to wear it early.” The mom was talking to the mini version of Wanda until she realized who her daughter was talking to and instantly got as excited as her daughter while explaining..

“Oh no. She’s fine. Don’t worry about it. She’s really cute. Also thank you so much.” Without any doubt Lizzie gives the brunette mom the reassurance she thinks that she needs as she crouches to the little girl’s eye level. You were going to do the same she did but you falter your move and stand there awkwardly instead when she asked your wife “Who is she? Where is Vision, Wanda?”

Lizzie and the little girl turn their heads together and look at you. “Her? Well, let me tell you, sweetie. So the world you see in the comic or movie is a different world than ours. In this world we live in, she is my Vision. She loves me as much as the other Vision loves Wanda and I love her too.” Her soft voice warmly explains and her hand rubs the girl’s arm gently.

“So she is Vision even though she looks different? Why she doesn’t look like a superhero? Where is the yellow stone?” Emily asks innocently.

Lizzie instantly laughs a little because of the cute row of questions. “Oh yeah she is. I know she looks different than the other Vision. Right now, she doesn’t look like a superhero because we are on a secret mission now and nobody can see us in our superhero suits but we can show you the yellow stone if you want.” Patience fills Lizzie’s answer and she starts to whisper a little saying the last sentence as if it’s a real secret. As usual, you take her answer as your cue to join in.

“Hello, sweetheart. My name is Y/n. I’m Wanda’s Vision here. I heard that you want to see the secret mind stone?” You ask excitedly in whispers and pretend to carefully look around.

The second after Emily nods in agreement followed by a whispered "yes, please." You pulled out a necklace with the mind stone replica diamond charm that was under your shirt.

"Whoaaaa! So cool! Mommy! Look! It's the yellow stone!" Emily's eyes fill with amazement as she looks at it and she soon forgets to keep it as a secret.

Her mom watches everything in awe and decides to play along and reminds her daughter "Ssst…Emily, they said it's a secret, remember?" She puts her index finger in front of her lips.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, Wanda." Emily acknowledges her mistake.

"Aw, it's okay Emily. Do you want to know another secret?" You offer another secret to share with her and of course she nods one more time and this time with a bigger smile.

Lizzie knows what she has to say next. "Y/n and I share the stone together. We have the same necklace. So we will always remember each other." Just like you did, she pulls out her necklace and shows it to Emily.

Without missing a beat, she admires Lizzie's necklace as well.

This is not the first time both of you have to handle cute innocent Marvel little fans who ask these adorable questions. Since the first time a situation like this happened, you and Lizzie decided to have matching necklaces with the yellow diamond charm and always use this trick whenever some kids or family’s / friend’s children come up to both of you.

“Wow, Emily! That is so cool! Don’t forget to say thank you to Wanda and Y/n. We need to go, baby and I’m sure that they need to continue their secret mission too.” The lady walks closer to her daughter and initiates the idea to give your privacy back.

“Thank you Wanda! Thank you Y/n! One day, I will be a superhero like you.” Emily exclaims with confidence.

Warmth spreads in Lizzie’s heart, her eyes twinkle with joy while she responds to the girl’s gratitude. “You are welcomed, sweetie. Y/n and I will go back to our mission, to make sure there are enough fresh fruit and veggies for all the kids in the world including you.” She gently taps the tip of Emily’s nose and giggles together with her.

“Yes, kiddo. Don’t forget to eat your greens so you will be a superhero like us, someday.” You added.

“Come here, Emily. Let’s have a group hug.” invites Lizzie. The three of you quickly bundle up in the tightest hug a happy little hug a kid can give. WIth that, you and Lizzie spend a little more time talking with Emily’s mom then the four of you take a picture together.

Right away after you gain your privacy back with your wife and as you walk back to your car then put the groceries in. You look at her. You fall in love with her all over again. A thought came out of nowhere. It instantly draws a smile while you get inside the car.

“Babe, why did you look at me like that?” Her interest lures the question out of her.

“Oh nothing. You looked so adorable when you were interacting with Emily. She was so cute. You always love kids, so do I. We’ve been married for three years so I’m think—”

She gasps and her hand rapidly grabs yours in such elation. “Oh my god. Y/n, honey, are you thinking what I’m thinking?!”

All you can do right now is smile and that was more than words to answer her question. Her eyes glisten, she smiles from ear to ear and pulls you into a hug. Excitement raced through both of you.

You felt drunk with happiness because of a vision and a future you have planned with her.

A/n: Welp, that's it for today! Let me know what you think. See you in next!

Cheerio!

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opossumloverr · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering if I could request the ROTTMNT boys be with a Luz Noceda reader

They can do magic and are such a dork that after they share a kiss they say something dumb afterwards

✪TURTLE BROS X LUZ NOCEDA READER ✪

Summary:

The turtle bros dating a reader with Luz Noceda's personality

Warning(s):

No warnings, this is gonna be really silly

A/N:

Guys I am so happy I JUST started posting not even 3 days ago and I'm already getting recognized, just remember that I can do other fandoms as well, not that I don't love ROTTMNT, BTW Luz Noceda is the main character of the cartoon called the owl house, just for the people who don’t know..(gender-neutral reader)

《RAPH》

He's amazed that you can do magic

Sometimes he sits down and ask you to do some tricks with your glyphs (assuming that you use glyphs)

Admiring both the tricks and you

Wants you to teach him

Fails miserably..

You giggled while watching Raph try to make a perfect circle "Raph *giggle* are you sure you don't want help?" He grunted,

"No No No No, I can do it!" He says as he snapped the pencil.

He finds your dorkish ways adorable

Every time you give him a kiss even if it's just on the cheek, you always have something silly to say

Like “I didn’t know you’re made out of sugar Raph!”

Most of the time he’s just fawning over you thinking

“How did i get such a good partner?”

He’s also amazed on how good you got on using your glyphs, lets say you guys are fighting together, when he’s struggling to get the enemy down on the ground, you come out of no where slapping the enemy’s forehead with a plant glyph, trapping their face in vines making a perfect opportunity for Raph to power punch them to the ground.

You guys make a great team and a great couple

《LEO》

Loves your dorky attitude

Now he has someone to be a dork with

You guys makes puns together

Yall even had a contest in who could make the funniest one (it was a tie)

You can do magic? TEACH HIM.

but just like raph, he fails miserably..

You enter Leo’s room but instead of your lovely boyfriend you see thousands of piles of unfinished or messed up glyphs, you jump at the sight, you make your way through the dozens pieces of paper, and then seeing Leo on the floor hunched over like a maniac, “C’mon.. c’mon.. C’MON!” He shouted,

“Uh Leo.. you okay..?” You muttered, putting a hand on his shoulder, He flinched at the feeling.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I’M TOTALLY FINE!”

You tell him that its okay and that he doesn't have to learn about glyphs, and that it took you weeks and months to perfect them

He huffs but says okay (You sometimes catch him trying to make another glyph)

On the other hand you guys love each other and get along very well

《DONNIE》

He's confused on your way of doing 'magic' but still likes watching you practice new glyphs

(Still believes science is superior but for your sake he keeps those rouge thoughts inside his head)

Your personality makes him smile

He likes how persistent you are and that you never give up on your friends

You remind him of Leo (Take that however you want yall)

You can visibly see the change when you guys started dating, he’s smiles more, and he’s a little bit more affectionate

speaking about affection!

You are VERY affectionate, you hug and kiss him almost every day

But of course if he’s uncomfortable you’ll back off

During battles is where His science and your magic comes in handy

Donnie pins the enemy down with his staff, “[Name]! now!” He yells, you jump up on the enemy.

“ Hope you like the taste of flowers!” You say as you smack two plant glyphs on both of the enemy’s cheek, watching as flowers and vines wrap their mouth and body, Donnie gives you a quick pat on the back,

“Nice”

《MIKEY》

He matches your energy so well

a match made in heaven for real

You can do magic? He’s sitting down with a bowl of popcorn in hand, show him some cool moves!

his favorite glyph is the light glyph

just imagine...

It’s a friday night, you went to the lair for a sleep over with your adorable boyfriend, you guys had a blast, video games, skateboarding, and eating pizza, but now, it was time to rest, as Mikey got comfortable in his hammock, he opens his eyes slightly and sees you doodling on the ground.

“Hm? Whatcha doing?” He asks

“This” you say softly, you slap the glyphs one by one, Mikey watching the light orbs floating up into the air until they hit the ceiling, his eyes widen.

“Oh mi gosh!” He exclaims sitting up, you walk over to him, placing your arm over his shoulder admiring the light show with him.

He definitely draws with you

you guys make little portraits of each other all the time and love seeing each others reaction to it

yall are the definition of couple goals

Thank you for requesting! sorry it took a while i kinda forgot, ANYWAYZZ guys i might forget to do requests so sorry if i forget to do your request for a week.. anyways enjoy! and remember that i love you guys! and drink some water cuz some of yall forget, i said forget a lot wow.

#rottmnt x reader #leonardo rottmnt #raphael rottmnt #donnatello rottmnt #michelangelo rottmnt #x reader

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moonleet · 6 months

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in my era of thinking abt. all the companions banding together to take care of miya bc as their unintentional leader, he genuinely cares for them all and has shown it several times. so when this little elf falls ill, he is just doted on (bc he regresses. ofc he does.)

astarion, as his caregiver and also as someone whos incapable of getting sick, is very very involved. miya protests - nobody wants to get snot on their nice clothes, after all - but astarion just grits his teeth and pulls through bc he is genuinely concerned for his baby and wants them to be ok. its been so long since hes ever been sick, so he fusses over medicine and making sure miya is warm and hydration and all that stuff, bc what if he misses something and his little darling isn't as comfortable as they could be??

astarion also stays up with him in the dead of the night, soothing him through aches and pains and cooing over miya, petting his forehead to banish the headaches and patting his back when the little baby eventually does break down and cry bc he just feels so bad, both physically and for leaning on everyone. but astarion is there, just as exhausted but wanting to show up for his little darling more than anything

shadowheart is shockingly involved, even though she tends to stay hands off from miyas regression - always making sure he never loses track of his stuffed friend from behind the scenes, being right there with a handkerchief every time he gets too snotty, and squeezing his hand when he cries from just feeling plain bad. they're best friends, after all - and best friends take care of each other.

gale and halsin soothe what they can using magic - but when astarion gets all touched out or needs a break or has to go do something, halsin is right there to hold the weepy little baby and rock him as gale does tiny little magic tricks to distract him and keep miya giggling. wyll tells stories until his voice is hoarse because they just enrapture miya and make him forget he feels bad in the first place. karlach's right there with him, acting out the silly stories and keeping the energy up when the whole camp is a bit exhausted. when miya starts to feel a little bit better, lae'zel takes him through small meditations and exercises to get him moving again and in tip top shape..

and when miya gets better (and is subsequently big) hes a bit too embarrassed to thank anyone directly, but if his companions all find a special little treat they've mentioned stashed in their packs, well... withers certainly isn't gonna tattle

#bg3 agere #my ocs #sniffs sobs #i am. proper sick it seems

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banjoro · 1 year

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WHEN WE FIRST MET

shuri x reader

My first time making one of these lol. i post more on wattpad @BANJORO

"I get soooo bored in this place. Why'd you have to take my keys away from me?" Shuri said sulking in her boredom. "Because it was getting unhealthy for how long you stay in there. The lab smells like the back of M'baku's neck." Okoye said while glaring at M'Baku with a smile on her face.

"Didn't young girl tell you be conscious of the way you look? Take her advice." M'Baku said. Shuri snickered but stopped once Okoye shoots her a look. "You think it's funny? I knew you were laughing the first time." She said patting on her hairless head.

"Can we get some entertainment please?" The queen requested and some guards came in with a man and sticks lit on fire. The man juggled the sticks and put the fire out with his mouth. Shuri was not impressed. "Take him away. My bast was that treacherous." she said holding her head in her hands.

Next entertainer, came in with magic tricks. Originals like pulling the bunny out of the hat. She pointed towards the exit and the man was dragged away by guards. Yawning, Shuri was intrigued once she saw a slim figure in a hooded robe appear in front of her being brung out by guards. Everyone paid attention to this one person.

From the robe, a hand stuck out pouring some magical, self moving sand all over the floor. Once it settled in a ring around the person, the robe flat setting off gasps from everyone in the room and making guards more alert. The sand then formed a beautiful woman. (play song.)

"when we first met girl..."

This woman was unseen gorgeous. Her melanin skin glistening while her clothes hug her curvy body and teeth shine under pure light. Everything from her hair to her feet seemed elegant and graceful. The accessories that rested on her neck and wrist making itself known by the luxurious color and shape. Shuri was sitting up in her seat at this point.

The lady began taking steps towards Queen Shuri making the Dora Milaje point their spears towards the scene. She stopped in front of Shuri and began to dance slowly to a drum beat that was played. The dance was almost like she was seducing her. It was sexy, slow and hypnotizing.

This woman had shuri in a chokehold. She couldn't take her eyes off of her. Every movement she took made Shuri fall more into a trance. She moved her index finger under her constructed jaw and rubbed against it while looking her up and down.She kissed the queen's hand followed by a wink and had her in shock. Shuri slouched in her throne and brought her hand to her chest like she was about to faint.

The Dora didn't like that her space was invaded and started running towards the mysterious woman. She was seen as a threat. She took off running dodging corners trying to lose them. The queen shouted for them to stop and begged for the girl to come back. She was in love like she had known her before.

"Ah Shuri! Don't be so silly over some random woman from the village. You should've seen your face. You froze like an antelope in headlights when she stepped up here." M'Baku spoke from next to her then taking a bite of a carrot. "Oh shut up you gorilla." She said arising from her throne and escorting herself to her room.

back to the woman...

Y/N ran through the big palace while running into many different people. She wasn't scared of the tribe, she was just having fun. She ran into a room where she can hide. The room was spacious. It had a huge california king bed with a tall headboard with vibrainum glowing it, a huge window showing the overlook of wakanda and its beauty. The sight was to die for. Huge curtains flowing with the air that breezed in from her balcony.

Sitting on a long couch that sat in front of the window was the queen looking upset. All she thought about at the moment was the woman she seen. She was so intrigued by her presence and wanted to know about the woman but her chance was passed up so quickly.

Shuri's POV.

My mind drifted as i tuned out the yelling of The dora outside my door. I sat on my couch in front of the window just staring off into the sight. The tall buildings, the glistening waters and the beautiful shining sun. I loved my country and would do anything for it.

But it's beauty doesn't compare to what i seen today. She was dropped straight from heaven. Every feature on her body looked like it was made out of gold. So rich and delicate. I heard my bedroom door slam and i seen only one person.

Her.

She stood there in all her glory. "Hi, Queen Shuri." she said giving me a small bow and i did back. "Oh my. Hello. Who are you? Where are you from?" I frantically asked. She giggled at my curiosity but i had to know who produced this blessing of this earth.

"That doesn't matter-" I cut her off by grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug. We shared a deep hug. Felt something snap in my brain. I pulled away and I couldn't do nothing else but stare into her eyes. The brown orbs absorbed me in all their beauty. She stared back and it felt like electricity running through my body.

Our lips then crashed together into a passionate kiss. She sunk down in my hold as my height dominated her. My body felt like fireworks were exploding inside.

Third Person POV

The Dora Milaje was still scurrying around to find her. They looked in every nook and cranny but still no luck. "General, how about we check the queen's room?" One of the members said. Okoye shook her head yes and they went running towards the room.

While Shuri and Y/N was so deep into their kiss, Y/N's good ears heard their steps from far away but not that far. "Queen, I have to hide or leave. They're outside the door." She frantically said pulling away from the kiss. "What? No way and please call me Shuri." Shuri brushed off. "I'm serious." She said with the most serious face she can put on.

"QUEEN, WE HAVE TO ENTER IN 5 SECONDS." Okoye yelled through the door. Shuri's eyes widened as they scurry away from each other. Y/N hid near an escape route once they barge in. The tribe bust in the door and there stood Shuri alone standing in front of her window.

"EH?!! My door!!!" Shuri yelled.

"Shuri, no lying. Where is the girl?" Okoye asked. Shuri shrugged her shoulders with a sadden look. Y/N ran out behind them without them noticing anything till 2 of them guarding the door seen her and yelled after her. Okoye glared at Shuri as they ran with the other 2 women. "WAIT NO PLEASE" Shuri exclaimed out for them not to get her. A spear was thrown which was caught in her skirt lagging her back till she ripped it off and kept going.

Almost tripping, she was still able to get them off her back. Y/N was fast like lightning. She lost the Dora Milaje after a minute of full on sprinting. She found an exit and wrote a letter for Shuri and the tribe before leaving.

"We'll played my friends. Maybe next time we could play with the long izixhobo.

As for shuri sthandwa, i will be back sooner than you think.

xoxo

find out :) sala kakuhle!"

Later on...

A member of the group found the note and reported it back to Shuri. Many hours had passed and Shuri held the note in her hand reading it over and over. She can't believe she let her slip through her fingers like that. She was gone forever.

The sun was set and stars settled over wakanda. Shuri was already showered and ready for bed. She turned on some music she discovered while she was in America. The dim lights from the sky outside peered into her room.

...........

"Come back to me later tonight please." Shuri begged before the Dora Milaje yelled again. "3..." and continued counting down slowly. Y/N nodded and ran into her hiding spot."

..........

Resting, she heard a familiar voice call out her name. "Hey there Shuri. Did you miss me?" y/n spoke. Shuri rushed from under her covers and engulfed her into a hug. "How'd you get in here?" She asked holding y/n's beautiful face in her hands. "I snuck in then just walked up here. I learned this place while running away from the crazy bald head ladies." She giggled. Shuri did a short chuckle before dazing off into her eyes again.

Y/N broke the gaze and walked off to the balcony that showcased wakanda under her. She fell in love with the sight and couldn't believe she was in the presence of royalty. "You thought i forgot about what you said huh?" Y/N spoke as she was leaned over the railing then turned around. Shuri stood there with her curls over her head shaking her head yes. "I could never. You're the Queen." she said grabbing her face and rubbing it gently.

This put a smile on shuri face. "I'm sorry about earlier." Shuri apologized. "It's okay. I actually had fun" She giggled. Shuri did nothing but breathe and stare. She was truly intrigued and don't know what made her feel this way. Suddenly, they enjoyed yet another passionate kiss.

#shuri x y/n #shuri udaku #shuri imagine #princess shuri #shuri x you #shuri fanfiction #letitia wright shuri #shuri #shuri x reader #shuri fic #mcu shuri #shuri angst #letitia wright #letitia x reader

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scribblestatic · 6 months

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More Clown on this silly day

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"Quirk exhaustion."

The doctor stands outside of the private room he set up for Midoriya Izuku. The boy laid in the bed, pale and unconscious with a breathing mask over his nose and mouth. His bruise, previously getting darker, was lightening up from the use of a doctor's quirk.

Of course, they couldn't heal everything. Doctors hadn't been able to heal his lungs, pancreas, or anything else in the general area. They'd done their best, and if he hadn't seen the absolute best in their field, he would've died that day. He never thought they'd done anything but the absolute most they could. He still thinks they did everything possible.

It just so happens that what Midoriya Izuku has accomplished is impossible.

"He should be fine after a few days of rest, but whatever he did with his quirk wore him out."

"Ah... Well, he confronted a villain," Toshinori says, lying. "Mild suffocation, from what I recall. His quirk saved his life by the time I got there."

"Hmm...certainly. Well, we'll be sure to do everything we can to help him. He's cleared for others to enter his room, so you can sit with him if you'd prefer."

"Thank you."

So, he does, entering the room and sitting at his bedside, the heart monitor beeping away. He'd made it to the hospital as quickly as possible after dropping the sludge villain off at a police station with a note of what his crimes were.

The delay wasn't long, but he hoped that it wouldn't hinder the boy's recovery.

...Moreover, he had so many questions.

What exactly is the boy's quirk?

He'd been doing what looked like magic tricks, playful and clownish, when he arrived. Even after he arrived, he did something of a little performance while doing the job All Might was supposed to do.

For a moment, he was afraid the boy had somehow replaced Toshinori's lungs with his own. Thankfully, a scan showed that his lungs weren't damaged.

His body simply showed high levels of stress and strain with high amounts of adrenaline and cortisol in his blood. He also had hypervalfridemia (hyper- for excess, valfri- for quirk or quirk factor hormones, -emia for blood: excess quirk factor hormones in blood), which often corresponds with excessive quirk use. That, plus All Might's own...er, fudged confession of what occurred likely led to the 'quirk exhaustion' diagnosis.

He still needs to get himself checked to figure out what the hell happened in his own body. Whatever it was, it allowed him to breathe much easier than he has for years.

"...Well, you lied, young man," Toshinori sighs.

His scar is still there. He doesn't mind that. However, whatever he'd done to him clearly took entirely too much out of the boy. Even so...

He thinks about it for a moment, then he opens a notebook that was in the boy's backpack, flipping through the pages full of...quite detailed and thorough hero analysis. Indeed, the boy seemed to be thinking quite seriously about becoming one. But that wasn't what he opened the notebook for.

He finds a blank page and, knowing the boy is a fan, writes his signature across two pages.

On the back of the second one, he pens the number for a burner cell he uses often.

Then, he gets up, patting Midoriya's shoulder.

"Get well soon."

He then leaves. After all, he has to get checked on himself.

-- --

"I don't know what you did..." Recovery Girl murmurs, her voice wavering in surprise. "But it's done you some good. More good than I've seen in years."

Toshinori also stares at the CT scans of his chest, his mouth slightly open in awe. Naomasa, Nedzu, and Gran Torino are also there upon receiving his rather hurried call. They marvel at the results, shocked to see them.

His lungs are completely healed. As good as if he'd never gotten them damaged. Moreover, his diaphragm, which was also damaged and prevented him from breathing properly, was healed as well.

Most of his stomach was still missing, and his other organs still missed parts and looked crumpled like before. But his lungs and diaphragm were exceptionally healthy.

"What the hell... What'd you do?" Gran Torino asks, turning to his former student.

"I didn't do anything. It's...what young Midoriya did."

"Midoriya?" Naomasa hums. "The boy you said you took to the hospital. I thought you said it was from a villain attack?"

"Well, it was... Rather, that's how we met. He was stalling a villain with his quirk. But, after I was going to leave, he ended up finding out about my, erh, circumstances." He pats his left side, still in awe at feeling his ribs press against his hand instead of be slightly deflated compared to the right. "He said he'd like to heal my scar and...against all reason, I know. I know I shouldn't have said yes, but I felt... I don't understand. I felt drawn to let him try."

"And he healed your lung and diaphragm instead." Nedzu put his paw on his chin.

"Yeah." Toshinori looks at his hand. "...With my lungs back in full order, I think I have another hour in me."

"Dammit, kid, don't go off running yourself ragged," Gran grumbles.

"N-No, of course not." He quickly raises his hands placatingly. "I wouldn't want to test it too much. Besides... Whatever he did, the boy, it put him in the hospital. He was unconscious when I left."

"Prognosis?"

"Doctor said 'quirk exhaustion.'"

Recovery Girl squints at the scans, simply baffled.

"...It's quite like my quirk."

They others look toward her as she continues.

"My quirk enhances a person's own ability to heal by using their internal energy. Of course, that depends on your body's ability, and our cells eventually run out of energy to repair themselves. That's why we age, why we get old, and eventually die. Even someone with high regenerative abilities often can't escape their eventual fate."

She taps his new left lung.

"But this... It's more than just giving you energy. It's as though your body got briefly rejuvenated, and it specifically repaired your lung and diaphragm. Your genetics were, in a sense, overwritten...no, put on overdrive? Temporarily given enough energy to fully recover in the span of seconds? And that should generally be impossible."

When she turns to the others, her expression is grim.

"That boy... He possibly sacrificed his own cellular energy to give you the ability to recover the way you did."

Toshinori's expression drops, shocked.

"But... The doctor said he'd be sleeping for just a few days. Is it... It's that bad?"

"Possibly... I can't say for sure without knowing his quirk."

"...Well, his ID said he's quirkless when he's clearly not."

"What did you notice from him? You said he was using his quirk when you got there," Nedzu cuts in.

"Ah... How could I describe it..." Toshinori puts his hand to his chin, squinting as he thinks. "...It's quite hard to. Something like...spatial...no... Erh, for example. I had empty soda bottles in my pockets to catch the villain--slime or sludge body, couldn't cuff 'im--but he was there, distracting him. Midoriya then...got juggling balls from nowhere and started juggling them. As he did, they suddenly became the bottles I'd gotten together. Then, he turned the bottles into a tablecloth or something? He gets the sludge villain under the tablecloth and..."

Toshinori claps his hands together before spreading them out.

"Bam. Caught and padlocked in the bottles. It was like..."

"A magic trick," Nedzu finishes. "His quirk perhaps has something to do with the work of magicians."

"Or clowns."

The others look at Toshinori, confused. But he just shrugs.

"I'm not sure why. He gave off the sort of impression you'd get from a clown rather than a magician."

"So he used his quirk...his magic tricks...to have him grow new organs?" Naomasa wonders. "That should be impossible, as Recovery Girl said."

"But quirks are always getting stronger, aren't they?" Gran cuts in, crossing his arms. "And it took a toll on 'im, however he did it. But what are we going to do with this information?"

Nedzu hums. "Well, a quirk like this sounds intriguing. I suppose it's not something he's talked about, considering his ID said he was quirkless. So, since he's hiding it..."

"Is there something dangerous with it?"

"Possibly. Or he knows it could be dangerous if someone villainous knows about it."

"Considering how powerful it can be..." Recovery Girl trails off, looking back at Toshinori's scans.

...Right then.

They'd have to keep an eye on the mysterious young man.

And, perhaps, keep an eye on the things happening around him, too.

#au post 6 #clown deku au #static writes #static drabbles #bnha au #bnha #mha au

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liviavanrouge · 4 months

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Mama's Boy: Zakai Backstory

"M-A-M-A-B-O-Y"

Zenith: *Smiles, patting Zakai's head*

Zakai(2): *Lays asleep, his head in her lap*

Zenith: My beautiful boy...

Zakai: *Smiles slightly, gripping her kimono*

Zenith: *Grins, looking pleased* Mama loves you...

"Mama's boy, Mama's boy"

Zakai(4): *Places a flower crown on Zenith's head* Pretty!

Zenith: Thank you, it looks beautiful

Zorok: Little brother!

Zakai: *Hurries over to Zorok*

Zenith: *Grabs the flower crown and burns it, looking irked*

"M-A-M-A-B-O-Y"

Zakai(4): *Walks into his mothers room* Mama...

Zenith: *Narrows her eyes* What is it....

Zakai: *Walks to her bed, dragging his stuffed dragon after him* Bad dream...

Zenith: *Huffs in annoyance* Climb in...

Zakai: *Climbs into the bed, smiling*

Zenith: *Turns away, wondering why she had a weak son*

"Mama's boy, mama's boy"

Zakai(5): *Hugs the families dog*

Zorok: *Laughs, grinning at his younger brother* Silly man!

Zakai: *Sleeps soundly, dog hair on his clothes*

Zorok: *Kneels down, dusting the hair off amused*

Zenith: *Scowls unamused then walks away* Great...weakening my eldest now...

"Mama's boy"

Zakai(5): *Picks flowers, his eyes sparkling*

Zorok: *Smiles, crouched down beside him, holding a few daisies* Those are pretty ones!

Zakai: *Nods, smiling wide*

Zenith: BOYS! Get inside before it rains!!

Zorok: *Smiles, taking Zakai's hand, hurrying into their home* Coming!

Zakai: Yesh! Coming!

"Mama's boy"

Zenith: Zakai...you love mama right?

Zakai(6): Yes...

Zenith: That's good...there's a few things mama needs you to do for her~

Zakai: *Nods, smiling wide* Okay!

Zenith: *Pats his head* Good boy!

"M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy"

Zakai(6): *Sets a tray of tea and snacks down in front of his uncle*

Zenic: *Ruffles the boys hair* Thanks little man!

Zakai: *Nods, staring intently as his uncle ate a cookie*

Zenic: *Stiffens then grabs his throat, his eyes wide*

Zakai: *Watches his uncle choke then fall over going motionless*

Zenith: *Walks in smiling* Good job Zaza, Mama's proud of you

Zakai: *Beams, his eyes sparkling*

"M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy"

Zakai(7): *Attacks Zorok, his eyes maniacal*

Zorok: ZAKAI!! ZAKAI! SNAP OUT OF IT!!

Zakai: *Stares intently at him, raising his hand*

Zenith: *Smiles, looking smug*

Zorok: *Shoves Zakai off and runs away, covering his slashed cheek*

Zenith: Don't fret sweetheart, mama still loves you

Zakai: You do...

Zenith: *Nods, grinning down at him pleased* I do...

"M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy"

Zenith: *Sobs, covering her face* Zakai! How could you!

Zion: *Stares Zakai down*

Zakai(8): *Reaches for her kimono stunned* Mama...

Zenith: *Moves away, her eyes wide* All those people you murdered! You harmed and chased away your own big brother!

Zion: Seal my son away....make sure he cannot escape

Zakai: *Stares as the guards dragged him away disbelieving*

Zenith: *Grins at him, looking amused*

Zakai: *Looks down*

"M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy"

Zakai: *Stares as Livia patted his head*

Livia: *Smiles down at him*

Lilia: Zakai wanna read a fantasy book, we got plenty!

Malleus: I can show you magic tricks

Silver: Or I can teach you how to use a sword

Kuro: I'll take you for a fly!

Sebek: I-I guess I could contribute to time with you

Briar: Hehe ignore Sebek, kiddo!

Vex and Nex: *Smiles at Zakai*

Bakunawa: *Smiles, offering Zakai cookies*

Zakai: *Stares then smiles slightly*

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bouquetshark · 7 months

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Can you do Regressor Wizard w/ Caretaker Cinnamon,,? /nf

Comfort duo (not ship)

Regressor!Wizard Cookie Headcanons

As a general baseline, Wizard Cookie is still as reserved and watchful as ever -- always being on the lookout as a good wizard is essential!—ooh..is that a trinket? Well, it seems that Wizard Cookie decided to change plans, just for a little bit! Definitely not because he's regressing, oh no he would never! Trust him, the scarf is totally a beard. And... hiding behind his big brother's ankle seems like a nicer idea.

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Since Wizard Cookie is canonically a child in game, he might be depicted differently than you'd expect. Since he's going into the mind of a smaller child, and due to his, well, small stature...most don't even know he's regressing if there stranger's.

• Wizard Cookie found out what age regression was through some old tomes and diaries he found --but didn't know that term suited him until Cinnamon Cookie explained more to him.

• Regresses from 2-3, more or less depending on health and mood.

• Despite how front-headed Wizard Cookie is out of regression, he gets distracted quite easily by shiny item's when he's in it. Especially Cinnamon Cookie's golden jewel's on some of his outfits. He won't outright steal them, (usually—blame Chili Pepper Cookie)..and will just simply look or poke at it until he gets bored of it.

• Attempt's to be independent but fails miserably, usually just ends up clinging to Cinnamon like the little brother he is.

• Loves sweets! Ice cream is his jam 100%. No matter how much he refuses to admit his gleaming sweet tooth.

• Despite how young he get's—Wizard Cookie still loves to read! Cinnamon got him some picture book's, but Wizard still reads ancient tomes with page's bigger than his body—curtsey of Blueberry Pie Cookie.

• Loves Cinnamon Cookie very, very much. And does not want to admit it. Especially with all of his silly trick's and rabbits and (totally not super cool) card tricks!

Caregiver!Cinnamon Cookie Headcanons

As a general baseline, Cinnamon Cookie is a silly and sometimes overenthusiastic caregiver; which can tucker Wizard Cookie out. But, despite that, he's a fantastic big brother and friend to Wizard Cookie. And he wouldn't change him for the world—despite how much he won't admit it. Plus, those card tricks are pretty cool..!

• Does special magic tricks for Wizard Cookie, his favorites are the one's where pulls something out of his ear or makes something disappear. His show rabbit; Cinnamon Bunny, goes with him everywhere!

• Spoils Wizard Cookie a lot, always buys him gift's and trinkets and all sorts of doohickeys on a whim. He does make a lot of money from his magic show's, so it doesn't really affect his wallet as much as you'd think. Not to mention he works in the circus, too, so he always has a couple spare coin's on him for whatever Wizard of himself wants.

• Cinnamon's love language is acts of service, and is very heavy on PDA (Public Displays of Affection). Such as holding hands, pat's on the head, twirling Wizard around in the air...the work's!

• Takes naps with Wizard Cookie in his lap after he's done working, is usually holding him the entire time with a fleece blanket covering the two. Cinnamon Bunny also joins in on these naps! Usually on Cinnamon's face, but...it's funny to Wizard so it's okay.

• Cinnamon Bunny's favorite Cookie is Wizard, much to Cinnamon's defeat. It'll do all of the tricks for him! But not the real magician!

• Likes blasting music in the car, which Wizard doesn't like. So he compromise by giving him some noise cancelling headphones to wear. Now everybody's happy!

• Like his name suggests, Cinnamon Cookie is, well, cinnamon. And because of that, he's obsessed with pumpkin spice lattes. Wizard Cookie doesn't understand it one bit; and honestly doesn't want too.

#cookie run #cookie run agere #sfw agere #agere post #cookie run headcanons #agere positivity #age dreaming #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #wizard cookie #cinnamon cookie #other characters mentioned #cinnamon bunny

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herbalsingularitea · 1 year

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Holly Jolly (Chapter 7)

Summary - Bernard looked bemused as he listened to her spiel.

“We’re friends, huh? And when did this happen?”

“Well, you are hanging out at my place, eating my popcorn, and avoiding your responsibilities. Sounds like friend type activities to me.”

Pairing - Bernard/OC

Word Count - 5243

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Chapter 7 - Cup of Cheer

That had been too close.

The card game had been a fun distraction. Holly was terrible at it, but he really didn’t expect she would be able to keep up with elven speed and dexterity. She was a good sport. Well, in attitude at least. She kept trying to win hands by tricking him or outright fibbing, but it was all just good natured silliness, really. She was dramatic at times, making light of both his strange aptitude and her own losing streak.

A buzzing tingle of magic against his wrist had made him glance down at his snow globe watch, his attention still half on the human woman sat across from him. Elfcon had sent an alert that Noel and the sleigh had breached the area immediately above Santa’s Village and were heading out over the arctic towards Bernard and the human’s location.

He had to think quick. The card game was fine, but he could tell she was starting to get bored with it. She patted his head, a quip on her lips about how much younger he supposedly was, and he brushed her hand away with a scoff.

“Okay, keep laughing, chuckles. I’m still taller than you, y’know.”

He looked away from his watch and back to Holly. He felt his heart stop as he saw the cherry red sleigh in the distance behind her head. It was still far away. Holly wouldn’t notice unless she turned and looked. A creeping dread crawled into his stomach as he searched his brain for something, anything he could do to distract her. His heart was screaming at him to not let her see that sleigh. To not let his secret be revealed. To not lose her like this.

“By like an inch,” she retorted.

“A few inches, thank you very much. Plenty enough to do this—“ he didn’t think, he just acted on pure instinct, letting his heart guide him on this one. The next thing he knew, she was in his arms, startled and breathless and so incredibly soft .

She had been hesitant at first and it filled him with a profound sorrow to see that humans continued to lose their natural love of dance. It was a pure expression of joy. The North Pole was filled with dancing. Half the time when an elf was moving, they were dancing. Walking to go on break, leaning over to grab the next toy part in assembly, climbing the stairs to the workshop—elves incorporated dance wherever they went. The casual way they all lived in musical joy was something they used to share with humans, a bridge in the two species’ cultures. But that had been fading in recent centuries. It was such a profound shame.

After some gentle coaxing, she fell into a rhythm, easily letting her own natural inclination to move tug her into step with him. Once she saw he wasn’t trying to mock her, her eyes sparkled with pure joy. He knew his own eyes mirrored them.

Gentle swaying turned into silly swinging with the odd hop or hip shake thrown in. Holly was really getting into it. His face split wide at how cute and carefree she looked. Humans could be wonderfully delightful creatures sometimes.

Humans could be terribly wretched inconveniences sometimes.

Jack strolled through the quaint little Downtown, a leisurely swagger to his step. Elves waved and greeted him wherever he went, their sparkling eyes and cheeks lighting up to see the spirit of winter walk through their Village. He loved the attention, the appreciation. Humans never showed him this kind of respect. If they brought him up at all, it was in a complaint spat out between chattering teeth. They used their stinking plows and disgusting salts to ruin his beautiful work, like he was the problem here.

But elves were charmingly simple little creatures, humbly slaving away for a noble cause, or Claus as the case may be. They worked with the lovely fallen snow to make their already whimsical homes even more picturesque. Most every elf village in the world had some purpose it bragged—the best shoemakers, farmers, potion makers, book binders, whatever. Elves were skilled by nature. They were also little magical sponges. And North Pole elves were on a whole different level, altogether.

Their inherent magic was powerful, but the little buggers had gone and managed to harness the magic of human children as well. Santa’s Village had become a hub for the most influential trade items and industries in the magical world. Only the best of the best got to live here. And only the best of the best of the best got to work in Santa’s Workshop. And only the best of the best of the best of the best was elected to lead his fellow elves as the prestigious Head Elf.

Bernard was a pain in Jack’s shivering ass. He was the only elf whose magic was even close to being on par with Jack’s own, and thanks to the new Santa settling affairs down south, Bernard had the authority to back it up.

If that candy cane sucker would just take a hike, he’d be able to do all sorts of fun things up here. Like maybe soak up a bit of that human magic for himself. Still, just being up here was a boost to his mood. Magic hung heavily in the air, energizing every creature within the Village. The constant compliments from the sweet little elves was an extra perk, as well. They were just so cheery and nice , it did something to his already legendary ego.

A swift turn around the corner and he was heading up the grand stairs to Santa’s Workshop, intent on visiting Bernard’s twerpy assistant.

Curtis had been a favorite of his to mess with lately. He was already wound tight due to his boss nitpicking his every move. Bernard was such an oppressive little control freak, insisting on perfection.

Lately, there’d been an interesting twist in their dynamic—Curtis had tried his best to keep up with the Head Elf’s demands and failed miserably. Bernard would usually take on these responsibilities himself, but the ever poised Spirit Head, Judy, had been stepping in instead. Bernard was obviously struggling to not look down on his assistant for this, but his aggravation had been shining through more and more. Curtis wanted to take on more responsibility, but he became overwhelmed every time he tried, further inciting the ire of his ever impatient boss. Curtis’ self confidence has never been lower, and Jack loved to pluck at his pathetic internal contempt.

“Look out!”

He’d barely managed to duck out of the way as Santa’s iconic red sleigh and half the reindeer team dove down in a grand swoop before zooming off back into the sky.

A crowd of elves were suddenly swarming the courtyard outside the Workshop. He tried to ask an elf what was going on, but no one would stop long enough to hear him. A bewildered scowl twisted his face and he looked at the open set of doors that everyone was rushing in and out of. He slipped unnoticed inside and followed a line of uniformed Elfcon agents down one of the hallways. When in doubt, follow the breadcrumbs.

He managed to stay silent as he trailed after them, but they seemed too preoccupied to notice him anyways. They soon came to the Elfcon control room, where Curtis was huddled with two elf women. One was decorated in the Elfcon uniform with a badge stuck proudly on her chest. Tamika, the big cheese around here.

The other elf woman was dressed plainly, with her hair in a tight decorative bun and a sensible green velvet dress. Most likely a bore and not at all his focus right now.

Poor little Curtis was sweating bullets. Jack decided his arrival was excellently timed.

“And just what seems to be the problem here?”

The three elves whipped around at his voice, varying levels of surprise on their faces.

“Jack Frost!” Tamika looked angry at his unexpected appearance, and he felt a thrill of giddiness shoot through him at being able to finally visibly shake the normally composed Elfcon leader.

“Santa’s sleigh is out of control. We need to figure out a way to get it down.” The stiff elf women answered him evenly.

“Betty!” Tamika growled. “This is elf business! We don’t need to bother Mr. Frost with our problems.”

“Maybe he could help us, though?” Betty looked conflicted, recognizing that Tamika was upset, but not understanding why.

“No, no—Betty, was it?—no, if our Tamika here believes this is for you elves to figure out, then I’ll gladly keep out of it. The last thing I want is to be a bother.” His teeth gleamed like ice. “After all, since Bernie seems to be missing from this little meeting, that would make this a job for the next one in the command chain, wouldn’t it? I’m sure Curtis has this all under control.” He gave the blonde elf a pointed look, brows raised. “Don’t you?”

Curtis looked like he might pass out.

“Can we control the sleigh remotely?”

“You know we can’t, Curtis. Quintin hasn’t even started practical tests for those features.”

The veins in Tamika’s forehead throbbed with the effort to keep her voice even in front of Jack. He had backed them into a corner here, putting Curtis on the spot. This was an Elfcon job, but since Curtis was acting Head Elf while Bernard was out playing ref with the human, he technically outranked her for now. At Jack’s incessant prodding, the young elf had stepped up and started taking a more active role in trying to solve their current problem. Too bad he didn’t know what he was doing.

Betty had faded into the background once it became clear there was now a power struggle between Curtis and Tamika. The last thing she wanted was to get in the middle of that. She was manning the radio transmitter now, trying to get through to Noel. If he would just listen to her, then this could be solved in no time.

Jack had kept his word for the most part, staying out of their way. He made sure to send a quip here and there, though, to keep the sparks flying between Curtis and Tamika.

“I think it was a fine suggestion, Curtis. No harm in asking, is there?” Frost’s smirk was sharp and cold.

Betty saw now why Tamika was opposed to having Jack Frost involved. He was obviously trying to sow discord, but for what, she couldn’t even guess.

“What about a reindeer whistle?”

“That is it ! Curtis, you don’t know what you’re doing. Just stay out of it and let me handle this.” Tamika had reached her limit, evidently.

“I’m trying, okay! I don’t hear you coming up with any solutions!” The young elf was beet red, his little fists balled at his side. When Tamika just ignored him and went to join Betty at the radio, he whirled around and marched over to the opposite side of the room, stomping as he went. Jack saw his chance.

He slipped in beside the distraught blonde elf, giving his back a consoling pat. “I thought you were doing a great job there, personally. What insubordination, am I right? I bet she’d never talk to Bernie like that.”

Curtis wiped his sleeve discreetly across his eyes, a quiet sniffle escaping him. “He wouldn’t have let it get to this point, period. Bernard would’ve known what to do from the beginning.”

“Curious that he’s not here to help out, isn’t it?”

“He is helping! He’s keeping the human distracted.”

The… human? Hmm.

“Ah, yes, of course. But it’s not quite as hard a job as getting a sleigh down, now is it?”

“Well, it’s no walk in the park, I’m sure. The human’s set up so close to the Village, all she’d need to do is look up at the wrong time and our secret would be out! He’s counting on us to get that sleigh back before that happens.”

“You mean he’s counting on you. You're his assistant, aren’t you? You’re his first pick to be Number Two elf. You should be the one to get that sleigh back.”

“Fat chance of that. Tamika’s right, I don’t know what I’m doing. Bernard should never have picked me to be his assistant.” The little elf looked like he might start tearing up again.

“Hey, now, that can’t be true! Bernie saw something in you, kid. Now let’s think: if we can’t get that screaming oaf to land the sleigh, then maybe we should be looking at other options. I liked your idea about a reindeer whistle. Maybe we could lure them down some other way?”

“Well… the reindeer love carrots… maybe we could use those to entice them? And… and maybe we could send out ELFS! They could jet pack up to meet the reindeer and use the carrots to lead them down!”

“Ha! Now you’re thinking, kid!”

“But, it sounds a bit crazy, doesn’t it? I don’t think Tamika will go for it.” He shot a worried glance at the elf women talking lowly across the room. “I probably shouldn’t suggest that one. She’ll just yell at me again.”

“Well, I think it’s a great idea, little guy! But that Tamika, she’s a real stale cookie, isn’t she? You’re the one in charge here, though! If you think it’s a good idea, then make it happen.”

“I-I don’t know…”

But before he had the chance to make up his mind, Judy ran into the room at full speed announcing, “I have a plan!” instantly grabbing everyone’s attention.

“I’ve been thinking—we can’t get Noel’s attention, but maybe we can get the reindeer’s!” From behind her back, she held up a bound bunch of fresh crisp carrots.

Tamika gasped. “Judy, that’s brilliant! We can send out ELFS and lead the reindeer back manually!” She turned to type something into her watch. “I’ll let Bernard know the plan.”

Curtis’ mouth hung open as he watched this all unfold. His indecision had cost him, and now if he said anything, it would look like he was just trying to steal some of the glory for himself. A cold chill swept through his body as a sickly sweet voice whispered in his ear.

“That should have been you.”

Bernard let go of her hand abruptly and looked at his watch. Holly hadn’t heard an alert or anything, but maybe he needed to keep an eye on the time? Whatever he was checking, it seemed to put him a bit more at ease.

Their playful dancing had slowed as Holly tired, her laughter breathy and her steps sluggish. She spun around one final time before collapsing in her chair with a half sigh, half groan. He continued to step jauntily to the beat, chuckling at her incredulous look.

“ How do you have so much energy?”

“I eat all my green vegetables.”

Her eyes flicked up in a partial roll. “Well, at least you’re eating.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“It was like the second time we’d ever met! Left a pretty big impression.”

He finally made his way over to the table, smoothly taking a seat as well.

“You’ll be happy to know I haven’t skipped any meals since then.” He remarked cheerfully.

“Til now, of course.” She shot back. “It’s past dinner time.”

“Ah, so it is.”

“Do you need to go? I saw you checking your watch.”

“Oh, ah, no. Actually, I was hoping to stay longer, if that’s alright.”

“Sure!” She chirped, but smoothed her face soon after to not seem so eager. “So, uh, you avoiding something back at your station?”

“Let’s just say, there’s a bit of a fiasco going on. It’s best for everyone if I stay here for now.” A growl echoed about the camp and Bernard grimaced, his hand laying across his stomach. “So what’s for dinner, then?”

She held up the foil bag of uncooked popcorn she’d set aside earlier and gave it a little shake.

Noel hadn’t screamed this much since Betty proposed. The wind whipped around his cold ears, blood pumping so hard he thought he might pass out. He’d really done it this time. He was definitely gonna be kicked out of the North Pole for this one. He’d have to return to his old village, a failure. And Betty, sweet perfect Betty, would stay here and try to forget what a careless, foolish partner she’d had. She would move on, find some hunky new elf to call her Honeybuns, become the most successful business-elf in the world, and live her happily ever after. His screams turned to sobs at the thought.

Through his tears he saw a shape fly out from behind him towards the front of the sleigh. He blinked the moisture away as best he could and saw three more shapes suddenly surrounding him and the reindeer. He watched in awe as the shapes pulled something orange out of nowhere and showed the reindeer who abruptly yanked the sleigh in a different direction.

“Noel!”

He looked up at the sound of his name and there was a fifth shape descending from above, the silhouette against the moon creating a silvery halo that stole his breath.

An angel.

The shape came closer and the familiar form of a certain elf became clear. She smiled at him and he felt his breath return, a wide relieved smile splitting his face.

“Betty!”

“Okay, I gotta ask. What’s with the hat?”

“Oh, you mean the one you hate?”

Bernard convinced her to move their impromptu party into the tent claiming he wanted more comfortable seating. She shrugged at his request and brought everything inside without much further convincing. If the guy wanted to get away from work and relax, she’d do her best to accommodate. And no, not just because of her crush. She’d have done this for anyone. Probably.

She had a blow-up cushion she deployed and draped her sheepskin over. It made a decent couch. The popcorn foil was meant to withstand an open fire, but it cooked fine on her electric stovetop too. She made them a couple thermoses of powdered hot chocolate to go with their ‘meal’ and they settled down to enjoy.

She lightly knocked his arm from her position seated next to him. “I never said I hate it!” She smirked. “I said it was stupid.”

“Right, which is so different. My mistake.”

“It’s just cause you insist on wearing it like that. It’s a beret, Bernard. It’s not supposed to be pulled low like a beanie.”

“I know that! It’s just how I like to wear it.”

“Uh huh. You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”

He looked caught off guard at her accusation. “Wha—no! No, I’m not hiding anything. I told you, I just like to wear it this way.”

“Holy shit, you are hiding something! What, do you have a weird mutation? Birthmark? Nasty scar?”

He glared at her and she giggled a bit. “Ah, sorry, sorry! That’s pretty insensitive of me, isn’t it? But look, whatever it is, I promise I won’t care. It won’t make me think of you any differently.”

“Ha, yeah, I seriously doubt that.” He mumbled under his breath, his shoulders stiff.

“I’m not that shallow, y’know. Looks don’t matter for much. I mean, you’re a handsome guy and all—“ his eyes shot to hers, rosy cheeks darkening, “—ah, ahem, uh, but you’re also really nice! I know you’ve got this tough guy thing going, but you’re actually a secret sweetheart.”

He scoffed. “Okay, so you’re obviously delusional is what you’re telling me.” He angled himself slightly away from her, looking around at the tent with a tense brow.

“No, you really are! You might be a sarcastic grump sometimes but I can see you’ve got a good heart in there. It shines through whether you mean it to or not, Saint Bernard!” She nudged his side.

He snorted, still looking away from her. “You’re the sweetheart, Holly Jolly.”

Her face heated at his flippant reply. She cleared her throat uneasily, the irony of basically the same compliment she just handed out making her flustered wasn’t lost on her.

“Look, what I mean is that I don’t care what you’re hiding under that dumb hat, okay? We’ll still be friends either way, cause you’re an amazing person.”

Bernard looked bemused as he listened to her spiel.

“We’re friends, huh? And when did this happen?”

“Well, you are hanging out at my place, eating my popcorn, and avoiding your responsibilities. Sounds like friend type activities to me.”

“Okay, good point.” He inclined his head her way, a teasing curl to his lips. “Fine, we’re friends.”

She let out an exaggerated whoop and tossed a popcorn piece into the air, catching it in her mouth. He laughed at her theatrics and copied her trick, tossing his higher than hers had gone with a cheeky wink thrown in for good measure.

“Pff, show off!”

They took turns tossing popcorn up into the air, trying to outdo each other with each try. Several pieces were littered on the floor of her tent, but neither seemed to notice.

“So what’s Russia like?”

“Um, cold.”

“Wow, no kidding?”

“Shut it, you.”

She tossed another piece up, but it arched over towards the opposite side of the couch. Bernard leaned back and caught it in his mouth, taking a mock bow now half sprawled out while Holly clapped in delight.

“You must miss it, huh?”

“Not really. I don’t think about home much these days.”

“What about family? Are they in Russia?”

He chewed a mouthful slowly, looking out at some distance that Holly couldn’t see. “Maybe. Probably. I haven’t really talked to my family since I was a lot younger.”

“Complicated family stuff?”

“Something like that. My mother wasn’t the warmest person on earth.”

“What about your dad?”

“Never knew him. For most of my life, it was just me and my mother. She was a pretty strict person. Always demanding the best out of me.”

“She must be proud of you, being the Head of Operations at a prestigious research station, huh?”

“I don’t think she thinks about me much either. We didn’t part on the best terms.”

“She’s your mother, though! I’m sure that’s not true. She probably brags about her hot shot son to everyone in Russia.” Her lighthearted tone swiftly faded into something unsure as she saw the look on Bernard’s face. He still wouldn’t look her in the eye and now his lip was curled up on one side in mild disdain.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Holly.” He said evenly, stiff shoulders hunching.

She hadn’t read this discussion correctly at all. He was uncomfortable, had been uncomfortable the whole time. And she’d just continued to push. She’d gotten carried away thinking of them as ‘friends’ now, but just because they had formed a tentative friendship, didn’t mean Bernard was suddenly ready to spill his guts. He’d tried to set boundaries before when she pushed with his hat and she’d just ignored it then too. She’d made a joke out of something he clearly felt embarrassed enough about to hide. Guilt churned in her stomach as she thought back on their conversation.

“Bernard, I’m so sorry. You’re right, I don’t know anything about your mom. It wasn’t cool of me to assume like that.” She swallowed nervously. “I’ve been an ass all evening, haven’t I? You came here to relax and I’ve just been poking and prodding into your business.”

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, his brows slightly knitted. She looked away from those sharp eyes, feeling terribly seen .

Hands twisted into each other in her lap, her anxiety shown plainly. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll try to do better from now on and respect your boundaries. I hope you can forgive me.”

“You really know how to stretch out an apology.” His voice was carefully neutral.

“Ah, sorry—I mean, sorry! Shit, I mean, I’m just kind of anxious about this sort of thing, I guess. I misread tones sometimes. It’s not on purpose, but I’m still sorry when it happens.”

He sighed deeply. “It’s fine, Holly Jolly. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. My relationship with my mother is complicated, but it all happened a long time ago.”

“I get it, I’ve got issues with my mother too.” She winced. “Not to make this about me, though.”

He breathed a soft laugh at her conflicted look. “You’re good. Stop worrying so much.”

“Easier said than done.” She huffed a quiet laugh of her own.

“Look, I’ll let you know if I think you’ve overstepped, okay? I’ll be direct about it, so there’s no more misunderstandings. Sound good?” His smile was kind, patient. She couldn’t quite return it.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

He kicked his feet out and leaned back into the couch with a sigh. He checked his watch again and scowled at whatever he saw there. He sighed again and dug his hand into the popcorn between them. Her stomach still churned uncomfortably, her thoughts turning decidedly unkind toward herself. She went to take a sip of her drink when a popcorn piece hit her on the side of her cheek.

“How about a game?” His head tilted back confidently, hand still posed after his popcorn assault. She blinked at him blankly.

“A game?”

“Yeah, I try to toss popcorn in your mouth and you toss in mine. Whoever makes a shot gets to ask the other a question.”

“But what about before when—“

“Consider this practice! If we don’t wanna answer a question, we just say so. End of turn. There's no pressure and no hard feelings. What d’ya say?”

This guy.

Air rushed out in an amused breath and she finally smiled back at him.

“Uh, sure. Okay, why not?”

“Okay, me first. Open wide!”

He launched a piece across the couch and banked it right into her mouth. “Yes! Okay, first question. What’s your favorite color?”

She giggled as she chewed, already feeling a lot better than she had. “Blue! But purple’s nice too.”

She picked up a piece of her own and landed it perfectly in Bernard’s waiting mouth. “What’s yours?”

“Red—like a deep crimson red.”

They continued like this back and forth.

He’d make one.

“What’s your favorite type of music?”

“Anything by Rush. You?”

“I’ve always been partial to Freddie Mercury, myself.”

Then she’d make one.

“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?”

“Maybe Australia? It’s one of the only places I haven’t really been much.”

“Wow, you must have traveled a lot.”

“I used to. What about you? Where would you go?”

“Hmm… maybe India? I’ve heard it’s gorgeous there.”

“It is—very colorful.”

But eventually, the game turned into them just throwing popcorn at each other while asking questions without really keeping track of whose turn it was.

“What’s your favorite holiday?” She asked.

“Besides you?” They both giggled at his pun, Holly throwing a handful of popcorn at him in jest. “Christmas, for sure.”

Her face lit up. “Same! It’s the most wonderful time of the year. All the decorations and lights, the cookies and candy. And the songs!” She pointed her finger for emphasis. “I love Christmas songs so much, sometimes I even listen to them in the summer.”

“Yeah? Same here.” A spark of humor appeared in his dark eyes. “It’s certainly a magical holiday.”

“For sure! The whole spirit of Christmas is so pure and wholesome too. Giving gifts and being with loved ones is the best. It’s like the one time of the year where everyone tries that much harder to be a good person.”

His cheeks sparkled in the lamplight as a wide grin overtook his face. “What’s your favorite part about Christmas?”

“Oh man, that’s a tough one. Maybe the kids?” Her hand came up to rub at her chin as she thought. “I love kids, especially around Christmas. They just really believe, y’know? They get so into the idea of Santa Claus and it’s infectious. Makes me wish I believed.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“I’m not sure I ever started! My older sister was a teen already when I was born and she never really bothered to censor herself, so I kind of grew up knowing that Santa was just for fun. Like pretend.”

Bernard looked profoundly sad when she said that. “So you never got to experience the magic at all then.”

“I guess not? But it’s not like it was a tragedy. It was still fun to put cookies out and pretend some guy was gonna bring me toys. I never felt like I missed out.”

He didn’t look cheered by her words. He was strangely bummed that she’d known the truth about Santa as a kid, and her heart twisted at his downturned expression. She scrambled for something else to say, to maybe bring the conversation back to something lighter.

“My favorite part of that whole myth was the elves, though.”

He looked startled. “What? Why?”

“Why not! Santa delivers the toys, sure, but the elves make them, right? Just picture it—cute little elves that happily make all kinds of toys for kids out of the goodness of their hearts. What’s not to love?”

“I… suppose.”

“Anyways, it’s a fun little story. And seeing kids come alive because of it makes everything about Christmas a hundred times better.”

“I agree,” she looked up at his gentle tone to see the sweetest look on his face, eyes sparkling with something warm and soft, “children are wonderful. The best.”

Her heart melted at the sight. “Do you want kids, Bernard?”

He froze and went silent for a long moment. “That’s probably not in the cards for me, unfortunately.”

A cold stone dropped in her belly at his words. She was curious, but she didn’t want to pry again. She’d obviously stumbled onto another sore spot.

He glanced down at his watch once more before springing to his feet.

“It’s late, I should probably head back before the place burns down.”

“Oh! Yeah, sure.”

She didn’t want to leave it on such a somber note, but she really wasn’t sure what to say. She hoped she hadn’t overstepped again, but Bernard had promised to let her know if she did. She’d just have to trust him.

“Thanks for letting me hide out here, Holly Jolly. And for the popcorn. Not for the powdered hot chocolate, though, that was terrible.”

Perhaps she didn’t need to worry about leaving on a sour note after all. Bernard seemed like he was back to his usual snarky self.

“Ungrateful brat. See if I feed you again!”

He chuckled at her grumbling as he pulled his outerwear back on and headed outside. She followed him out and watched as he climbed aboard his snowmobile.

“You should bring Tiny Dancer by, sometime. I miss her.”

“It’s up to her, really. But I’ll try to put in a good word for you.” He smirked, kicking the engine on. “See ya, Holly Jolly!”

“See ya.”

She watched him recede into the distance, her heart clenching a bit. This crush was getting complicated.

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weekend-whip · 2 years

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Jamie should have known this was coming.

He should have known as soon as that guy in the pink (no, fuchsia) made Jamie laugh at his embarrassment on his first day.

He should have known when Jesse accompanied him between classes in the days after that and sat with him in the ones they shared. He said it was to help him acclimate to the school.

He should have known when there was a food fight at school and they laughed themselves silly while blocking mashed potato shots and flying peas with their books.

He should have known when Jesse danced in celebration as Jamie finally put the pieces together- the eye colors, the elements, the ninja- all of it.

He should have known when Jesse sat down with him and explained everything, and then tried to figure out which of the elements he was the master of. Jesse had laughed when Jamie admitted to trying to levitate the TV remote to himself.

He should have known when he saw Jesse pull on that fuchsia suit and take down the shark soldiers who had wanted to convince Jamie to join them. He would have, if not for Jesse.

Jamie should have figured it out every time that kid cracked a joke or studied with him or performed a magic trick that had Jamie astounded or just made him smile.

“C’mon!” There was a way to the roof of the school for emergencies. What kind of emergency? Jamie couldn’t tell you, and neither could Jesse, who was the one leading them up, “Just up this ladder!”

Jamie didn’t know how Jesse managed to move so limberly with that heavy bag, since Jamie’s only really carried his camera, laptop, and a few notepads. Maybe it was because Jesse was a literal ninja, which was still hard to believe.

Jesse hauled himself up off the rickety metal ladder on the side of the school. He held out his hand to Jamie, who was still a good ten feet down the ladder, “If you don’t hurry, we’re gonna miss the fireworks!” New Years only came once a year, after all.

“I don’t know why-“ he grunted as Jesse hauled him up on top of the building, “-you insisted on coming here when my apartment has a good enough view.”

“‘cus your place is too far away from where they launch, plus the school has a good view of the skyline.”

He sighed and shook his head with a fond grin, “Whatever you say, Houdini.”

“I happen to like that nickname, thank you very much.” They had danced this teasing dance a few times before, “Get over here and help me set up. The fireworks start any minute."

They worked together to lay out the few blankets and pillows they were able to shove in their bags against an air conditioning unit that radiated heat, and pulled out the snacks Jamie had managed to throw into his hoodie pocket. When Jesse started shivering from the cold, Jamie offered him his blazer.

“Thanks.” Said Jesse, draping it over his shoulders and scooting closer so he was warmer.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Jamie was able to pull out his camera just before the first bang of a firework going off, and the show started right after he took the first shot. The lights were spectacular, just as Jesse had told him. They had front row seats to the glittering sparks that reflected off the ocean, and the tall skyscrapers parted before them to give the two the best view. Red, green, gold, blue- so many colors that blended in a way that left him astounded and in awe. Jamie had to change his camera settings just to be able to capture a portion of the scene’s beauty.

A last firework fizzled out into the air, and Jamie went to put his camera away.

“No, no-“ Jesse stopped him, “There’s always a big finale-“ another bang sounded, and Jesse pat him repeatedly on the shoulder and pointed at the ocean, almost bouncing where he sat, “Look, look!”

Jamie pulled his camera back out at the sound of tens of fireworks going off at the same time, but he could not bring himself to take a picture, when all he could do was turn to stare at the other, whose face grew rosy in the light of a red spark brigade. He was smiling, and so was Jamie, though the latter’s was less intentional. Jesse’s eyes- colorful just like his own- were transfixed on the source of those thunderous sounds, and Jamie had a thought that he never would have guessed would pass his mind again.

I’ve made a friend.

Really, Jamie should have seen it sooner. It had been a while since they first met, and Jesse had yet to leave for greener pastures. Jamie could feel that tether, the one that started from his heartstrings and reached outwards, grabbing ahold of Jesse like a safety line. It had only been a matter of realizing that chord existed, and that space in his chest now had two charges to protect: His aunt’s…

And now Jesse’s.

So while Jamie hadn’t known it for what it was before that moment, he was acutely aware of it now. And instead of taking a photo of the final starbursts in the sky, Jamie leveled his camera and captured a photo of his new friend.

#submission #the art isn’t my best but ¯\_(��)_/¯#it’s been a while since I’ve done digital stuff so-#yoooooo this is insaaaaane!!#the cute prose #the lighting on the artwork!!#and houdini as a nickname asdfghjgfd i love it #more great work!!#jamie myers #oc: jesse marvell #oc tag #ninjago ocs

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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The Cutest You

Summary: Adorable drunk Spencer being in love with his girlfriend (a/n: this is what I’d like for christmas)

A fic where Spencer is drunk and constantly tells reader how much he loves her and other sweet little things and she's like 😃😃😃okay buddy we need to go home😃😃😃 and he is so silly and in love.

A fic where reader tells Spencer something like "I know we're dating but I have a really big crush on you"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Flufff)

Content Warning: spoilers for 11x11 | sexual reference | Alcohol consumption by reader and other characters

Word Count: 2.7k

Masterlist

There were hundreds of different versions of Spencer Reid.

So many it kept Y/n on her toes. Each slightly different variation was the perfect mix of uncharted territory and unwavering adorableness.

The absolute best versions were the rare ones that remained hidden to most people. The Spencer Y/n saw when it was just the two of them like a hidden gemstone everyone else could only dream of glimpsing.

Drunk Spencer was in an entirely different ballpark.

It was special because it was a side only the team got to see, but it was extra special because it was an infrequent occurrence.

The occasion was the Dirty Dozen hitman group finally being taken down, all that stress of saving Penelope's life being lifted. She was safe, Spencer was no longer dining with a hitwoman, an entire block of people weren't at risk of being blown up, three of the hitmen were dead, and the other two hitwomen were in jail. There were more than enough reasons to be celebrating.

The bomb threat had given them more energy than the amount of caffeine in 10 cups of coffee could give them. Rossi was quick to invite everyone back to his place and, the team was even faster to agree.

They'd been at Rossi's for two hours by the time drunk Spencer was emerging. A soft light came from the string of fairy lights wrapped around the white wooden gazebo, and a faint glow from the lights turned on inside the house. The music was loud enough to have kept the neighbors awake if Rossi had any. His jazz records were being switched out for Morgan's playlist early on. After one too many niche rap songs, JJ got the supreme rule. Her well-used playlist had the perfect mix of old and new songs, all sing-screamable.

Rossi's had an abnormal amount of snack food, probably due to his mammoth pantry. There were chips, dips, hummus, fruits, carrot sticks, different types of cookies, nuts, and candy, and all in abundance. His liquor collection was extensive, from top-of-the-line scotch to the cheaper alcohol the 'kids' enjoyed and every mixer imaginable.

It only took one nursed scotch and two gin and tonics to have Spencer drunk. Two quickly thrown back shots of tequila- Penelope's idea- and Spencer was almost on the floor.

Y/n found nothing else funnier.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone get that drunk so easily," Tara commented, glancing at Y/n before looking at Spencer.

They, Tara, Y/n, and Savannah, were sat around the outdoor firepit. Next to the makeshift dance floor, Spencer attempted to show Henry a magic trick. It was a poor endeavor, his coordination was abysmal, and he could barely stand up.

Y/n laughed when he dropped the entire deck of cards for the second time. "He's a cheap date." She joked with a silly smile. Mainly due to her adoration for him, but a little because of the alcohol in her system.

"That's a look of love if ever I've seen one," Savannah commented on the fondness written all over Y/n's face. She couldn't argue with that.

Spencer must have noticed the girls watching him because once he failed on his third attempt, he was walking over to the firepit in a very unstraight line.

Y/n smiled up at him when he reached them, patting the space next to her to get him to sit down. Once he turned and looked at the dance floor, he knew there was something else he wanted.

"Come dance." He requested, making grabby hands at her and pouting more than was necessary.

Tipsy enough, Y/n agreed, standing up and excusing herself from the conversation with the girls.

Spencer wasn't a good dance at the best of times. Sober, he could pull it together well enough that no one noticed, but when he was drunk, everyone could tell. He tripped over Y/n's feet more times than he tripped over his own.

"Ooo, spin me!" Spencer squealed, noticing Hotch holding out an arm to spin Jack around.

How the kids weren't already asleep, Y/n didn't know, but her focus was on her adorable boyfriend. She obliged, holding out their connected hands while Spencer struggled to twirl under it.

"Hun, you're going to break your ankle if you try that again." She declared, pulling her arm back down before he could try again. To steady him, she placed her hands on his shoulders, leaving him to hold her waist.

Spencer didn't let her warning stop him from dancing, terribly out of time to the music. "187 per 100,000 people break their ankle." He informed her before bursting out in giggles, finally offering her an explanation. "187, just like me."

Y/n chuckled, only at how cute he was. His giggles, she was convinced, were the most precious, valuable thing on the planet. Pure delight if they could be bottled. "You are the most adorable person ever." She told him, lightly tapping his nose,

"Nuh-uh. You." Spencer shook his head, moving a shaky finger to mimick her gesture. "Love you." He commented, eyes moving from his nose to her face and crossing.

"You'll give yourself a headache." She cautioned, causing him to fix his eyes back on her face. His slowed blinking was a sign of how drunk he was.

Spencer leaned in closer, pouting his bottom lip out with his eyebrows drawing together. "You didn't say you loved me back." He whined like he really meant it.

His softness melted her heart without fail every time. "I love you," Y/n replied, noticing how his perplexed look dissolved into a giant, dopey smile.

Their moment was broken up when the song changed, and the team subconsciously moved to all dancing together. From there, it went to a partner swap, and the couple broke apart to dance with their fellow team members.

Y/n was in the middle of dancing with Hotch when she saw Spencer sneaking off to the kitchen with Penelope, no doubt to get more to drink. "I have to go and stop my boyfriend before he has far too much to drink." She told the unit chief.

"He's going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow," Hotch noted with a laugh, thinking back to the 21-year-old Spencer who would have been far too embarrassed to drink in front of the team. Even as his nerves lessened, 26-year-old Spencer got carded.

Entering the house, Y/n heard the loud giggles coming from the kitchen. It was clear the geniuses of the BAU were getting up to trouble.

"Hi there." She announced her entrance to the room, leaning against the wall as she tried to figure out what they were doing.

"Y/n!!" Spencer cheered, struggling to walk over to her. In his alcohol-induced elated state, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

When he went to pick her up, Y/n stopped him. "You're a little too drunk to be doing that, baby."

Spencer adamantly shook his head. "I am so strong, actually."

"I know." Y/n agreed, holding his face delicately, stroking over the sharp cheekbones he was blessed with.

"You two are so cute that I'm going to be sick," Penelope complained, fake gagging to prove her point as she poured herself another drink. "Actually, I think I'm going to be properly sick." She stated, walking out of the kitchen and towards one of the many bathrooms.

Spencer pulled away from Y/n and walked back to the bowl of alcoholic punch, fumbling with the spoon as he tried to pour some in his cup.

Y/n stopped him once he'd taken a sip, taking the cup out of his hand. "I'm cutting you off." She explained.

"What!? Why?" He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

Tipping his drink out, Y/n poured him a glass of water. "Because you're already quite drunk." She informed him, knowing he probably couldn't see it.

Spencer sat down at a barstool around the kitchen island, and Y/n handed him the glass of water, which he didn't fight her on drinking. "'M not drunk." He claimed, the slurring of his words only further showing his intoxication.

"Oh really?" Y/n asked, throwing him a look over her shoulder while she tried to find him something carby to eat.

"Really," Spencer assured her confidently.

Y/n hummed over how to make him prove it, deciding that a math question was the best way. "What's the square root of 91?"

"9.5 and something," Spencer answered with a nod.

Y/n giggled at him, passing him some pretzels she'd found. "Drink your water and eat your food." She instructed, watching him as he did so.

When she first met him, she figured there had to be a few situations when he didn't look pretty, but as their relationship continued, she was yet to see him not looking stunning. Even under the harsh kitchen light, he looked effortlessly gorgeous.

"Oh! I have something to tell you." Spencer announced like it was the most urgent thing in the world. To him, it was.

Y/n had discovered one of the best things about drunk Spencer was his lack of filter. At any other point, his words were so well formulated they sounded like they were being quoted from a book, but with enough alcohol, he was incredibly loose-lipped.

"Yeah?" Y/n asked, softly smiling when she saw his wide grin.

Spencer nodded before answering. "I am so in love with you." He declared, only making her smile more, walking around to sit next to him. "And I want to marry you." He blurted out quickly. "Wait, should I ask you right now?"

"Maybe not, hun." Y/n decided, even though the thought excited her. One of them had to be the sensible one. "You won't remember any of this tomorrow."

Spencer frowned at her reply. "Can't forget anything." He declared, tapping his temple and trying to remind her of his eidetic memory. A fact she already knew.

"Alcohol impairs that," Y/n informed him, pushing back his soft curls so he could see better. The grin he was giving her never failed to warm her heart. She moved her hand down to his cheek just to make sure he was real.

Spencer nuzzled into her palm, letting his eyes flutter closed. "You're so pretty." He complimented, seeing her features etched into his brain.

"Do you want to know something?" Y/n asked him. Spencer opened his eyes, glassy brown pupils meeting hers as he frantically nodded. In a hushed whisper, she revealed the secret. "I have a really big crush on you."

Spencer's giggle bounced off the walls, loud and careless. "You are just, like, my favorite person ever. And that's crazy because there are like 7.7-something billion people."

"I think we should go home." Y/n decided, standing up and putting Spencer's glass in the dishwasher. Spencer pouted at the idea, standing up and trying to fake sobriety. "Come on, we'll go say goodbye to everyone." She held out her hand for Spencer to hold while she walked him outside.

Savannah caught them just as they walked outside. "Are two on your way out?" She asked, receiving a nod from Y/n as an answer. "Come with us. I haven't had anything to drink, so I'll drop you home."

Y/n agreed to her offer, letting go of Spencer's hand so he could drunkenly make his way around to hug everyone. She followed suit, much more gracefully and without tripping over.

Once she dragged Spencer away from professing his love for the team incredibly loudly, she had to wrap an arm around his waist to steady him.

Spencer struggled to get his coat on in the foyer, unable to pull the sleeve onto his other arm. Y/n shook her head with a giggle before helping him out.

"Mommy coming to the rescue, pretty boy?" Morgan chuckled, ruffling Spencer's hair. Despite having had far more alcohol than the doctor, it was difficult to tell he was much more than tipsy.

Spencer frowned at him, pouting out his pink bottom lip. He huffed instead of replying, trying to demonstrate his point without words. In his defense, Savannah elbowed Morgan in the side.

Instinctively and before Savannah had even pulled out of Rossi's driveway, Spencer dropped his head onto Y/n's shoulder, even though, due to their height difference, it strained his neck.

When his head quickly shot up, Y/n was alarmed. "What's wrong?" She asked, trying to figure out whether or not he was going to throw up.

Far louder than was necessary, Spencer replied. "If we weren't drunk, we could have been going home to have really amazing sex." Morgan could not contain his giggles, and Y/n blushed at his lack of filter. The only thing that slightly relieved her embarrassment was the fact Spencer would have to relive the story at work.

"Pretty boy refuses to talk about anything remotely related to your sex life. If all I needed to do was get him drunk, I would have done it far sooner." Morgan announced between the chuckles, looking into the backseat at the couple. "So, loose lips, what's it like?"

Before Spencer could answer, Y/n clamped a hand over his mouth, not letting him reveal any secrets. Savannah slapped her boyfriend on the chest, shaking her head at him.

Morgan held his hands up in defense. "Babe, I'm drunk." He defended. Savannah gave him a knowing look, not believing it.

Risking it, Y/n took her hand off Spencer's mouth, allowing him to talk. For the whole rest of the drive, he took every opportunity to gush about her, and she didn't mind one bit.

He was far too adorable that she didn't even mind the struggle it was to get him up the stairs to their apartment. Flicking the light on, Y/n dragged him inside. Spencer went right to their bedroom, laying down on the bed with his shoes on.

"Hon, take your shoes off," Y/n commanded. Spencer shook his head, closing his eyes like he was ready to go to sleep. She walked over to untie them for him. "You're the biggest baby ever, you know?"

Spencer grinned up at the ceiling, clicking his shoes off. "I'm your baby." He rebutted. It was a statement that would have been sappy had he not been so drunk.

Y/n walked closer to him, placing a light kiss on his cheek before squeezing both of them. "I'm going to get changed for bed. Do you need anything?" She offered.

"No, thanks," Spencer replied. "Just tired."

She knew that much was true. It was something that always happened when he drank. When she came back, Spencer was still staring at the ceiling. Still fully dressed and unintentionally showing off his perfect bone structure.

He looked back at her when she pulled back her side of the covers, getting under them. "Do you feel the world spinning?" He asked her, moving backward, so he was laying his head on the pillow and looking over at her.

"I feel like you need sleep," Y/n replied with a smirk. "Come on." She begged. "We can cuddle."

As quickly as he could, Spencer got up, still dizzy as he tried to rid himself of as much clothing as he could. Only in his underwear, he got under the covers next to her.

Y/n opened her arms, wrapping them around Spencer's shoulders as his banded around her waist. He placed his head on her chest, brushing his nose against her cheek.

"I had so much fun tonight." He mentioned, smiling at the memories that were becoming increasingly blurry.

"Tell me that in the morning." Y/n joked, knowing he was in for a killer hangover. Nothing could dampen his elated state of mind.

Spencer unwrapped one hand, looking at the watch on his wrist longer than it should have taken for him to tell the time. "It is the morning." He refuted with a giggle.

"Then you should be asleep," Y/n informed him.

Spencer nodded, resting closer to her and shuffling slightly so he was comfortable. "Oh, one last thing." He realized, eyes opening again. Y/n looked at him with a half-frown, half-smile, guessing where the conversation was going. "I love you."

"I love you too," Y/n replied, finally allowing him to sleep.

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Hello! Can I request hcs of the dorm leaders having a crush on reader please? Normally reader is a pretty shy and serious person. But one day, they see reader from afar (alone or with Grimm): Reader is acting happy go lucky and goofy, without a care in the world. How would they react? (Reader is the type to be silent and introverted in social situations but when they are alone or with someone they are comfortable with, they act bubbly and lively) Thank you!

dfghjhgfds okay so I really got carried away with this one and it shows - this focused less on the crush and more like moments between them so I hope that you like this hun~! ------

Riddle

♡ How someone so serious and reserved managed to wrangle Heartslabyul’s first years into an unlikely friendship is anyone’s guess, but it really didn’t take long after your appearance at Night Raven College before Ace and Deuce started hanging out with you and Grim. Riddle’s heard talk about you before actually meeting you for himself - it seems that even despite your shy demeanor, you’ve become fast friends with some of the other dorm members. Trey’s talked about you coming over to watch him bake, and how you were pretty adept at listening to instructions; and Cater often brings you up in conversation, bringing up some of the selfies he’s roped you into taking with him and showing them to Riddle, lamenting about how you seem to clam up at the mere prospect of large crowds. ♡ It’s because of this that he’s somewhat prepared when the two of you initially run into one another - if only the circumstances were better given the whole unbirthday party issue. Still, that doesn’t seem to ward you off, if anything, Riddle finds you visiting Heartslabyul even more often after that event ♡ All things considered, you and Riddle actually get along rather well - whilst you don’t talk much, preferring to let the people around you do that talking for you, you’re rather pleasant company to have around. You don’t know even a quarter of the dorm’s rules, but he recognizes your effort to adhere to them as best as you’re able when you come to visit, and for what it’s worth the effort doesn’t go unappreciated on Riddle’s part, especially on his journey to be a little more lenient. He’s not exactly sure when you start winning his favor, or when he starts paying attention to little details about you when you’re around, but he notices he seems to act a little softer during your interactions, though he swears to himself that’s an unconscious reaction to a friend and nothing more. ♡ He’s heard Grim mention that you’re way more outgoing when you’re at Ramshackle alone, and Riddle has to ponder on if it’s because you’re more comfortable being yourself on your own. He’s the first to recognize that you’re more bubbly and lively when you’re comfortable, but doesn’t see it for himself till later on. ♡ He’s walking through the dorm halls on his way back to his room, when he hears snickering coming from the common room. Nothing too unusual, but he finds himself idly wondering what’s going on in there, so he makes a small detour to double check, just in case there’s trouble brewing. Riddle walks past the common room, watches a familiar black furball go flying up into the air, and promptly backtracks to see what’s going on. He’s already preparing to chew what he assumes is some plucky first years making a mess of the common room, when he spots you, arms outstretched as Grim falls and drops on top of you, where you skillfully catch him. ♡ You’re beaming at such a simple action, scritching Grim behind the ears as you hold the monster back up; Riddle doesn’t understand exactly what you’re doing until he watches Grim go soaring back into the air thanks to you promptly tossing him up at the cat’s signal. The sight is weird - especially because he’s pretty sure that Grim could fly just fine the last time he checked, but you genuinely look like you’re having a lot of fun throwing the feline up into the air and catching him, getting progressively higher each time. ♡ It appears Grim must trust you more than he lets on to let you do this, either that or the head pats you give him every time he comes back down is enough of a bribe to go along with the little game you’re playing. It’s rather childish, and not something he expected to ever catch you doing, which is exactly why he justifies staring at the scene for as long as he does instead of stepping in. There’s something about the way that you’re acting now that seems almost carefree, nothing quite like the stern, solemn look on your face back when he’d first caught sight of you at the induction. In all honesty it’s an almost enviable expression, or at least, that’s the feeling Riddle assumes he’s feeling when a warmth starts welling up in his chest the longer he watches the two of you play together.

Leona

♡ Has no idea how he ended up crushing on you - you’re quiet, keeping to yourself most of the time unless you get dragged into other people’s problems. That honestly suits him just fine since it means you’re less of a pain to have around - he doesn’t have to concern himself with needless blabbering or deal with the stunts the more reckless ones of his dorm seem to have a field day trying to pull off.

♡ The longer you and Leona are around one another, the more he’s convinced that there’s more to you than what you’re letting on. Sometimes, he’ll see little flashes of something beneath your usual silent demeanor, especially during moments when you’re happy; it’s like you want to express yourself more, be more open with your feelings. But every time he sees those flashes they’re gone just as quick, which makes him start actively keeping an eye out for those little moments.

♡ One such moment is where he gets a proper glimpse at what you’re like when you’re truly comfortable. Leona was more focused on trying to nap rather than entertain guests, so he’d let Ruggie take care of you while he found a spot to get comfortable; he’s in and out of it, only half paying attention when the sound of giggling rouses him. With a grumble, unamused at being disturbed, Leona cracks an eye open to see what Ruggie’s up to now - fully expecting you to be the latest recipient of one of the hyena’s latest trick when he sees the two of you sat on the floor, legs crossed and facing each other.

♡ It’s easy to assume at first that Ruggie’s just using his unique magic on you to make you follow along with his expressions and actions, but the longer Leona watches the pair of you, he notices that your reactions are just a beat slower than Ruggies, as though you’re waiting for the hyena to move first and acting accordingly. If imitating Ruggie’s your game, you’re doing a pretty good job of it, but every time you mirror his expression Leona can see the pair of you physically struggling to stop yourselves from laughing, watching you bite your lip and seeing the corners of your eyes crinkle in an effort to steel your expression even as a smile tugs at your lips. Ruggie’s not much better, grinning like a fool as he works to make you pull the silliest expressions he can muster, making himself look equally ridiculous in the process.

♡ It’s a childish game, and you’re sure that you can hear Leona huff at the silly display, but that doesn’t stop him from watching the scene play out, easing himself up from his previous napping position into one more comfortable to keep watching. He’s more focused on you than he is Ruggie, watching your expression contort every which way before breaking out into that same grin when a snort of laughter ruins the otherwise quiet of the game. You don’t look as serious and timid as what he’s used to seeing, and you’re interacting way more than you usually do, even sticking Ruggie with some spicy retorts every time he snickers about how silly you look. It’s actually kind of refreshing, in a way, to have his suspicions confirmed that you weren’t just that silent stone wall that others had stuck you to be, so he finds himself looking at that grin of yours like he’s trying to carve it into memory.

♡ Leona makes a comment about your expressions, a little jab that you’re used to hearing by now after being around him for so long; but Leona’s surprised to find that you’ve got a little backbone this time around, sticking him with a defiant huff as you stick your tongue out at him. It’s bratty behavior, but he at least appreciates the cheek you have to pull that face at him before you whirl back around, hands excitedly patting your legs as you egg Ruggie to keep going with this little imitation show. You can’t see it, but that action earns you a raised brow before Leona shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he flops back down, making you assume that he’s trying to get back to sleep as you continue playing - and he would be, if he didn’t want to keep listening to the sound of your carefree laughter for just a it longer.

Azul

♡ Azul knows better than to just assume that everyone shows their true personalities without hesitation - keeping your cards to yourself until it’s safe and avoiding moments of vulnerability around those you aren’t close to are traits that he knows all too well. And it’s precisely because of this that he doesn’t immediately judge you based on your initial shyness, instead opting to give it time and see how things pan out. Besides, after the events of that whole contract incident, the way you ended up handling it, and the things that have been thrown at you since, has piqued the dorm leader’s interest.

♡ Visiting Monstro lounge after hours has become a common occurrence, to the point where Azul’s more used to seeing you sitting somewhere in the lounge than he is not - there’s an unusual emptiness to the place on the days that you can’t make it, even if Azul’s not always interacting with you outside of the nod of acknowledgment and initial greeting. Whether you enjoy the quiet atmosphere or the company is anybody's guess, but when you’re visiting on your own you hardly cause any trouble, so Azul doesn’t mind you coming around in the slightest. Plus, you have a tendency to keep Floyd occupied when things get slow, which works out for everybody working there since he enjoys having you around as well. Today’s one such day where you’ve got his attention, as you’re helping to move some of the stuff people have left behind on the counter for the brother’s to pick up. Upon seeing the little collection of cups you’re making, Floyd doesn’t think twice about sliding one over to you, with little warning other than telling you to catch as he does so.

♡ You’d acted without thinking; all you’d seen was a glass coming at you from the corner of your eye and you swatted it back the way it came, almost immediately realizing your mistake as you whip your head around to watch the cup coast back over to Floyd. He looks down at the glass with a look of surprise as he catches it, but in the next moment that confusion is replaced with an amused grin and he nudges once again over to your side of the counter. This time you actually grab it, and after a second of skeptically eyeing the glass and Floyd you send it back at him; and, just like that, your new little minigame is afoot.

♡ The glass whizzes back and forth, getting progressively faster with each clink across the counter. And it’s that clinking that draws Azul’s attention, as the sound is enough to draw him into turning his focus over to the counter, watching the two of you play. You’re focused, tongue poking from the corner of your mouth as you focus on the glass as it comes back towards you; Floyd’s also thoroughly invested by the little game, and Azul can see his grin getting a little wider every time you have to lean over to bat it back over in his direction. It’s only a matter of time before something happens, Azul can see that clearly with how fast the glass is moving, but instead of calling out to the two of you to stop, Azul watches the exchange anyways, if only to wait for that moment to come.

♡ You must have underestimated the shot, as the next time that the glass goes whizzing towards Floyd it slips right past him and rockets off the counter. You both yell and make a grab for it even though you’re on the far end - Floyd just about falls off of the bar stool trying to snag it only to hit the floor hard enough to make the shelves rattle. Thankfully, Jade’s able to pluck it right from the air right before it hits the ground, sauntering back to the kitchen and carrying the leftover glasses from the remaining tables with him.

♡ Floyd pouts and mourns the loss of your playing glass, but you burst out into a cheer at the nice save, clapping for the Leech twin as he nods in your direction and offers you a smile as he disappears into the back room. The sudden outburst actually shocks Azul, who regards your shout with wide eyes; he’s never heard you yell before, much less that loud, so the sound catches him off guard. It seems that you catch yourself just as fast however, as the second you spot Azul looking at you, your face visibly flushes, embarrassed over him watching over the little scene, face only turning brighter when he flashes you a smile upon noticing you looking at him.

Kalim

♡ Honestly, the two of you couldn’t be more polar opposites to people on the outside looking in. Kalim’s good vibes personified, whereas you’re incredibly introverted and shy around people that you don’t know too well; it makes for an interesting dynamic between the two of you, but Kalim takes it all in stride! Regardless of whether you’re the shyest person in the world, or if you’re the most outgoing, Kalim has a way of finding the best in people and wants to be friends if you’re up for it. So when you first meet at the induction ceremony and you greet him, timid and nervous, Kalim’s really excited to greet you back, already armed with a slew of questions and things he wants to know - what can he say? He’s always interested in getting to know new people! And you’re no exception.

♡ You’re not much of a talker, preferring to let Grim or your other friends do the talking for you, but Kalim doesn’t mind in the least! Though he’s the kind of person that tries to take any and all opportunities to coax you into talking more, which can be very overwhelming during the first few weeks that you spend getting to know him. Fortunately, Jamil’s almost always there to rear him back and stop him from getting overly excited whenever he starts noticing that you’re getting uncomfortable or overwhelmed. It helps that Kalim gets Grim to warm up to him really easily, as seeing that your dormmate actually wants to hang out around him too makes you feel a bit more comfortable hanging out around him and letting loose a little more than you usually would.

♡ And Kalim’s not the only one excited for your visits. His magic carpet’s got a mind of its own and a playful streak that’s apparently only amplified whenever Grim’s in the vicinity - looks like the fluffy monster makes for a prime playmate. You, frankly, find that fact adorable, but Grim gets so miffed being constantly hounded by a magic rug that he actively goes out of his way to avoid it, even if that means swallowing his pride and hiding under or behind something until it’s gone (a fact that you love to bring up when it’s just the two of you - that’s gained you more than a few singed hairs). Unfortunately for your fluffy companion however, neither of you have really been good at knowing where exactly it is when you drop by Scarabia to hang out with Kalim, which means you either don’t have any interactions with it at all, or you do and…well, you get situations such as this.

♡ You’re walking in stride with Kalim, listening to him as he talks - he loves that you’re such a great listener, though that’s only an added bonus thanks to your usually shy demeanor (not that you’d tell him that, he looks so happy every time he gets to ramble you could listen to him talk all day). He’s mid conversation when you spot something whizz across your vision from the corner of your eye - you have no idea what it is, but you’ve got an idea of what it could be when you spot another flash of vibrant fabric.

♡ Unlike you Kalim’s completely oblivious to this, and you’re still not quite sure what you’re seeing till you finally watch a blur round the corner. The carpet spots Grim, and in the next second Grim’s gone from his spot and zipping down the hall on the carpet's back. His scream is abrupt and loud enough that your ears ring, but the sight of the cat clinging to the fabric and cussing up a storm of curses you didn’t even know he knew makes you react without thinking.

♡ You burst into laughter, throwing your head back before you can even stop yourself watching Grim disappear from view down the corridor. As soon as he hears you laugh, unabashed and unrestrained, Kalim just falls so hard. He’s seen you smile - he’s actually been responsible for making you smile on more than one occasion, and he loves that he’s been able to do so - but there’s just something about the pure joy in your voice, tinged with disbelief, that makes this moment different. It’s the type of laugh that has you leaning against the wall for support and clutching your side, and you only laugh harder when you hear Grim’s voice in the distance, shrieking at you to stop laughing.

♡ Your laughter is contagious, and it isn’t long before Kalim joins in laughing alongside you; that really doesn’t help calm you down, if anything it spurs you on into a spiral until both of you are laughing hard enough that you’re leaning up against each others shoulders every time you hear Grim’s voice carrying on the wind - it’s a moment to remember for sure.

Vil

♡ You’re shy, reserved and keep to yourself unless it’s something you need to actively get involved in, so perhaps it's exactly that reason that you fly under Vil’s radar for so long. Back at the auditions you had looked as though you’d rather be anywhere else rather than being swarmed by your fellow students, visibly shying away and keeping to your small little bubble of friends right up until the moment that the auditions started. Perhaps it was an act of mercy that you weren’t picked as one of the main performers, and he’d fully expected that to be the last direct interaction that he had with you and that fuzzy little thing that hovers around you all of the time.

♡ Only it isn't, even after the events of the VDC it's as though you’d resolved to go out of your way to visit Pomfiore, having gotten attached to your new friends and wanting to make the effort to keep them close even if it was through quick visits. Your self proclaimed task seems easier, given that little Epel has been unanimously adopted into your little gaggle of potatoes and you’ve gotten rather close to some of the other Pomfiore members since meeting them.

♡ It seems like you’ve wormed your way into the hearts of the Vil’s dormmates - Epel’s hanging around you just about every time that he’s spotted you on school grounds, and Rook is ever doting. Vil’s not really one to talk however, given that he’s the first person to greet you whenever you come to the Pomfiore dorm for one reason or another. This is one such instance - apparently one of your little group had decided to cook some desserts and had an abundance of fruits and treats leftover, so you’d brought a couple to share, with Ace and Grim in tow as you offered Vil a rather excited greeting upon seeing him at the door.

♡ An impromptu call had pulled him away from the group momentarily, and by the time the whole mess was sorted out he was already preparing for the chaos your friends must have caused in his absence (seriously, it’s like they go out of their way to nearly break something). However, as he comes to stand in the doorway, he’s accosted by the sight of what looks like a piece of fruit skimming through the air only to land in Grim’s mouth as the monster zips up to snag it. It appears that while he was gone you’d started up a little game of throwing food across the room for Grim to catch, and given the lack of mess on the floor it appears the monster’s been doing a fair job of catching what you toss. You’re biting back a chuckle as you reach for the next piece of fruit, aiming an apple slice in Grim’s direction and asking if he’s ready - in response he grins and rubs his paws together.

♡ You toss the piece, watching it move through the air and waiting for Grim to catch it. It looks like your trajectory was a bit off however, as it ends up sailing directly over Grim’s head and towards the windowsill where Rook’s sitting; your face immediately flashes to one of panic as you start to rise from your chair, the beginnings of a warning starting to form. It’s almost seamless how swift Rook turns his head, and before you can even blink he’s holding the apple slice between his teeth, flashing a wink before eating it and praising you for the impeccable aim.

♡ This is the first time that Vil’s seen you visibly brighten at the sight of a challenge, and he finds himself pausing in the doorway as he watches you straighten up in your chair, leaning on your knees as you reach into the pack for the next piece of fruit. This time you pull out a grape, and you shoot Rook a grin as you rear back, aiming the fruit over at his direction as he swivels around in preparation.

♡ This goes on for a few more tosses, and while Vil feels as though he should break up the little exchange, he can’t find it in himself to step in as he watches an orange slice sail across the room in a swift arc and Ace dives from his seat to slide across the floor and catch it, joining in on the fun. The moment he does a roar of triumph rips through the room, and you throw your hands up as you hollar and laugh at the successful shot; only to underestimate how far you’d leaned back and topple right off of your chair. You hit the floor, disappearing from sight, and your friends immediately make a move to check if you’re okay when they hear you laugh, still giggling to yourself by the time your head peeks back up from behind the counter.

♡ You’re disheveled from the fall, hair mussed and collar and tie left askew and loose - had this been usual circumstances, Vil’s first thought would have been to admonish you for letting yourself get into such a unkempt state and he’d have stepped in to correct the slight immediately; instead, his thoughts are trained on your expression, how different it looks from the carefully neutral facade you usually wore. How far that face had come since he’d first met you, now so warm and full of energy, it was as though you were alight with life with each little mark and awry hair only adding to your appearance. You looked...happy, imperfect but somehow...better than beautiful.

♡ Rook’s voice breaks him from entertaining that thought further, clapping his hands together and promptly announcing Vil’s sudden presence to the rest of the party. Vil watches the surprise cross your face, head ducking down so that only your eyes were visible behind the counter as you offer him a timid wave (though the reddening tips of your ears are enough to indicate your embarrassment). He’s swift to stride across the room, rounding the counter to where you’re still kneeling on the floor. You seem shocked when he offers you a hand, and Vil has to ponder just why you’re so shy in his presence as you eye the outstretched hand; you take the offer though, and honestly have to marvel at how soft his hand feels as it holds yours and tugs you up from the floor.

♡ You expect him to move away from you once you’re back onto your feet, but you’re hardly steady again when the hand holding yours moves to your shoulder, balancing you as he gives your disheveled state a once-over. He makes a noise akin to a hum before you feel a hand carding through your hair, smoothing out the otherwise untamable mess with precise fingers and you probably would have flushed under the attention were you not so surprised by the action. Instead of admonishment, Vil finds himself urging you to be careful - potatoes may be sturdy, but he’d rather not have this one getting hurt.

Idia

♡ In all honesty, Idia’s just as introverted, if not more so given his penchant for locking himself away from the world and sticking to the safety of his dorm room at any and all opportunities. So if there’s any chance of you interacting with him, it's either from pure luck, or because you befriended his brother - which given the circumstances, is definitely the latter of the two scenarios. Your shy and reserved personality around others and tendency to clam up in social situations reminds Ortho a lot of Idia, so after his first interaction with you during the Pomfiore auditions he makes an effort to get to know you! It takes you off guard, and Grim butting into the conversation every other minute to ask the boy something arbitrary really doesn’t help with your feelings on the situation; with time, and a little work however, you start opening up a little around him, and with the open and practiced way he approaches you, it isn’t long before the two of you actually become pretty decent friends.

♡ Idia just doesn’t know what to make of you when he hears of your first few meetings relayed directly through Ortho. It’s like you’re some kind of anomaly or glitch that slipped under his radar up until this point in time, and he doesn’t know what trick you’re pulling, but so long as you don’t have any malicious intentions he figures he can tolerate hearing about you. And boy, does he hear it - it’s like you’re involved in just about everything that goes wrong at Night Raven College one way or another, though it seems like it’s through no fault of your own if what he’s seen through the cameras is anything to go by. In a way he almost kind of sympathizes for you, being dragged around every which way by the other dorm heads and students looks exhausting, and you really seem to hate being around all the large crowds that all the school’s events attract. It’s like the only moment of respite you get is with your new flame-haired friend and that talking cat monster, Grim, but Idia doesn’t have much first hand experience when it comes to interacting with you.

♡ The first time you actually meet him face to face, it’s a complete accident. It’s not like he even knew you were going to be coming to the dorm because he hadn’t heard anything about it - it must have been an impromptu invitation, which is really unlike his little brother to do - so imagine his surprise when he rounds a corner and narrowly misses running headfirst into you. He knows what you look like, has seen it through his monitor a few times; hell, you’ve even greeted him through the tablet at dorm leader meetings once or twice when you were close enough to it. But seeing you through a monitor, and seeing you now in the flesh is so jarring that for a hot second he freezes up, looking at you with a baffled expression. You look so different face to face, and he watches you regard him curiously, head cocking to the side as though trying to size him up. It’s only when you give him a confused look and offer a quiet “uhhh,hi?” that Idia realizes what’s going on, and within the next moment he’s gone so fast that you have to double check that he was even there to begin with.

♡ Needless to say, not the best first impression, and Idia’s about ready for the earth to swallow him whole after that incident when you actually go out of your way to approach him the same day. You don’t try to burst into his room or demand him to come out like most of the others, instead you merely knock to announce your presence and mutter out a quiet yet surprisingly serious apology for scaring him back there, mentioning that you hope everything’s okay between you, afterall, you don’t to upset the person that you friend looks up to so much. And then just like that you’re gone, giving him some space as you go off to seek out Ortho.

♡ The friendship between you and Idia is definitely a slowburn, and often has Ortho as the middleman so to speak, being the more outgoing of the three of you when Grim isn’t following you around. Slowly but surely, you open up and start talking to him more, even asking him questions about his games and the kinds of things that he likes to tinker with - it’s a lengthy process, but as Idia spends more time answering your queries he realizes that he’s started to get used to having you around, even kind of looking forward to you coming over. ♡ Idia recognizes the beginnings of a crush, being able to distinguish that these feelings are different than just friendship, and he gets so worked up about it. A lot of his pining is done from afar, as he’d rather keel over and burn the dorm down before he admits his feelings out loud - he’s always thinking of the worst case scenario with social interactions, and just thinking about all the ways you could possibly reject him is enough to make him feel nauseous, so he sticks to just keeping it to himself and lingering on these feelings safely behind closed doors. He’s sure he can keep it to himself, convinced of it...until he sees what you’re like when you’ve warmed up to someone.

♡ He’d crashed in his bed after staying up way too long grinding for an in-game event, leaving you and his brother to play whatever multiplayer he’d dug up for the two of you to take a crack at; Idia’s the first to admit that sometimes he can sleep like the dead if he’s particularly sleep deprived, so it’s not a surprise that he doesn’t wake up till quite a while later. What wakes him up however is laughter - one voice is Ortho’s, he recognizes it immediately, but the other voice takes him by surprise, and he finds himself peeking his head out from the covers, mindful to keep his hair underneath lest he give away that he’s awake.

♡ Idia finds the two of you giggling to yourselves, with you laughing so hard that there’s tears in your eyes as you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. Ortho isn’t much better, thoroughly entertained by your laughing and trying to hide his own chuckles as you struggle to recompose yourself - it’s a bizarre scene to watch, and Idia has no idea what’s got you so chuffed until you compose yourself enough to inch back over to your controller. Upon looking at the screen, he sees that you’re still playing that game - there’s a cutscene playing, however it doesn’t take much to realize that the model looks wrong, some kind of bug giving them hilariously static poses that look awkward as the panels switch from scene to scene. There’s a split second where it looks like the bug’s corrected itself, and the laughter dies down into breathy chuckles as you move to click the button prompt. But then all Idia sees is the flash of a stock horse model whizzing across the screen and into the sky and Idia watches you and his brother just about crumple with a wheeze all over again.

♡ He’s never seen you even laugh like that before, much less act so ridiculously silly over something as small as a game glitch, but he’s practically glued to watching your reaction, watching this new, boisterous side of you with a rapt fascination. It’s hard to compose yourself while fighting off the giggles, attempting to imitate some of the bizarre cutscenes as you ramble excitedly about how weird and funny that whole thing was. Ortho also makes an attempt to follow suit, and that starts the pair of you off all over again. Idia would be hard pressed to deny that the sight of you and his brother, grinning without a care as your face flushes from all the yelling, didn’t make him ridiculously happy. If this is what you’re usually like, then does that mean he hasn’t unlocked that with you yet? He’s quick to shake away the thought, instead continuing to watch the scene unfolding in his room - he almost wishes that he could join in on the fun.

♡ Well, it looks like that wish comes true, as Ortho spots his brother out of the corner of his eye and greets him as he excitedly points at the screen, wanting to fill him in on what’s happened while he’s been resting. Your head snaps over to his bed, and he sees the flush on your face turn a deeper shade now for a different reason as you offer a timid greeting of your own, still smiling that bright smile as you apologize for waking him up. At being caught Idia doesn’t know what to say so he reacts without thinking, letting out a choked noise and diving back into his covers so you can’t see his face burning in embarrassment, though the way his hair flares up makes the action futile.

Malleus

♡ Malleus garners that you’re rather shy when you first cross paths outside of Ramshackle. He’d heard talk about what you were like, as Lilia had taken a particular interest not long after you’d first arrived at the school, having become what one might consider unconventional lunch buddies between breaks. Lilia spoke rather highly of you, though Malleus had yet to place a face to the name until he’d met you on the dorm grounds. He’s no stranger to others shying away from him or being scared in his presence, if anything, it’s the reaction that he expected you to have at the sight of him lingering within the grounds' poorly lit walkways. However, he’s quick to discern that the way you act in his presence isn’t because you’re scared of him, it’s rather just the way you usually act around others.

♡ This suspicion is confirmed the next time he sees Lilia and brings you up in conversation; at the mention of your name, Lilia’s expression practically brightens up, interested in the young man's apparent newfound interest in you, and doesn’t hesitate to pry into what Mal wants to know. When it comes to your unusually silent demeanor, Lilia’s quick to add that you aren’t always like that - just give it a bit of time for you to warm up to him, and he’s sure that Malleus might well see that there’s more to your personality than what he’s seen.

♡ Mal’s got no idea what Lilia means, but regardless he still finds himself coming back to Ramshackle - when his usual haunts become occupied he thinks little of finding another secluded location, but this time he finds himself returning. At first, you’d only come outside to check that it's him and not someone out wandering the dorm grounds, but after a handful of meetings, Malleus is intrigued to find you following in stride with him during one of his walks. You don’t give any explanation, nor do you bother with asking any arbitrary questions - which honestly suits Mal just fine - instead, when you cross paths, you just start to walk alongside him for a while. The nighttime strolls have no need for talking if you’re not the speaking sort, and he’s hardly the type to complain about trivial things like that - Malleus is fine simply having the company on what would otherwise be a solitary excursion.

♡ The longer the two of you spend these nights together, the more he gets tiny flashes of your warmer side. You begin opening up a little more with talking, making small comments about the weather or any upcoming events of note - it’s mundane things, but the small talk is...surprisingly endearing when previously you said nothing more than what you absolutely had to. Perhaps this is what Lilia was on about back then, is what Malleus thinks to himself; either way, it's just another little thing that keeps him coming back. Mal honestly doesn’t see himself having a crush just yet - it’s just that he enjoys the company, and the way you interact with him, shy but unafraid, intrigues him in such a way that keeps him coming back. That’s how he rationalizes it at least.

♡ His first glimpse of your more open personality is by pure chance. Usually at this time of night he would find you wandering somewhere around the Ramshackle grounds, either actively seeking Malleus out or looking for some fresh air to shake off the stress of the morning hours; however when he can’t seem to find you at your usual spots, he resolves to approaching the ramshackle dorm to search for you. Chances are you’re just late or you aren’t interested in accompanying him tonight - either way, he’d rather find that out for himself so he approaches the dorm with little hesitation. All of the lights inside are off barring one, and Malleus finds himself walking around to see if he can make out whatever’s inside, hoping that it’s you.

♡ And he finds you, but the sight he’s greeted with catches him off guard. He can hear the music through the windows, an upbeat melody that Malleus would never quite pin you as a fan of until now. And as he gets closer to the lights he can see you inside the living room, sliding into view. At first, he doesn’t have a clue what you’re doing, moving across the floor in a weird way that’s not unlike shuffling. After a beat though, Malleus soon realizes that you’re dancing, spinning and jumping around the room without a care in the world, belting the words out at the top of your lungs loud enough that he’s sure you’d wake up your dormmates if you had any, though he can hardly make out the lyrics from beyond the glass.

♡ The sight is...oddly mesmerizing, in a way, not because you’re particularly professional, but because of how lively you’re acting. You look so happy, so carefree compared to the shy and silent persona that you usually convey around others - it's a bizarre sight, to say the least, but at the same time it’s a welcome one, and Malleus simply can’t tear his eyes away. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been at it, but it isn’t long before you tire yourself out, whirling around a final time before you finally stumble and topple back onto the floor. You fall so suddenly that Malleus would have moved closer to check that you were okay were it not for your surprised shout filtering off into giggling once you shake off the shock. You’re frazzled, with hair askew and breathing hard, but at the same time you’re visibly giddy, lost in your own little world and grinning like a fool as you run your hands through your hair and rest your head back against the floor.

♡ Malleus has no idea why, but the sight of you smiling, so unburdened by the world outside has him entranced - it’s like you’re practically glowing with energy that he hasn’t seen before, and he’s transfixed to soaking in all the little details, as though wanting to commit this image to memory. He probably would have strayed a moment longer had you not suddenly moved, rolling off of the floor and scrambling onto your feet as you disappear from view, apparently called away by someone - probably Grim - and as the moment’s broken Malleus finally catches himself, cursing himself for getting so distracted.

♡ He ends up completely forgetting what he came over to do, and ends up taking that walk on his own. But he finds his thoughts during that stroll almost completely occupied by the moment, replaying the scene in his mind and thinking back on that vibrant, beaming smile that had lit up your face - the way you looked when you laughed and moved without a care in the world. A part of him is a little sad that you’re not like that when in his presence, but at the same time he finds himself understanding why you keep that side of yourself so closely guarded. Still, that doesn’t stop Malleus from entertaining the idea that sometime in the future he can see that vibrancy face to face, maybe even directed at him - perhaps there’s something he could do to reassure you that you can open up around him...

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