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ive always wanted to design a mobian (?) Black Doom
after falling from space, he absorbed doom’s eye to survive, but now he’s tiny. and small. And a lot more expressive
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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin
𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Strawberries]
Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?
Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past traume, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though
Length: 3.5k words
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Jungkook and Yoongi have been living together for years by now.
The older producer had taken the young dog hybrid in back when the system was a lot more complicated than it is now- requiring a hybrid to actually have an owner as a legal guardian in order to work anywhere, no matter in what field. And after getting to know the back then rather unsure dog hybrid, Yoongi had simply found it unfair that he couldn't proceed any sort of proper education for the kinds of jobs he was dreaming of. So he'd filled in the spot of a legal owner for Jungkook- giving the Rottweiler hybrid the chance to take those chances and make something out of himself.
And nowadays, he's happy- still staying in Yoongi's care, even though he technically doesn't have to with his own job. But he likes Yoongi a lot, sees him as a brother rather than just a friend who helped him, and Yoongi feels the same way. Living with him is comfortable, it's home- it's how he wants things to stay, maybe even forever.
But.. things have been changing, recently.
A couple of weeks ago, the sign stating that the house next to the human-hybrid home of the two was for sale got taken down, signaling that it was finally in the hands of someone new. This caught both their interests, as they watched over the next few days how furniture got delivered, old fences taken down and exchanged for newer one's, and how the overgrown garden in the backyard got finally mowed and put back into a more proper shape- though at the moment, still bland. And then, they moved in. The new neighbors finally showed up, and introduced themselves. Or rather.. one of them did the introducing, while the other simply glared from a distance.
Park Jimin is the name of the friendlier one, a dance teacher very well known in his profession, or so Yoongi had found out by googling his name that same day. The man with the soft facial features owns a hybrid- and from what Jungkook has seen, you're a feline hybrid, a cat with the softest tail he's ever seen. You're always wearing the prettiest, most princess-like clothing, bows and frills and delicate lace decorating all the sleeves and hems of your dresses and skirts. You're pretty, adorable really-
but you're not very friendly, at all, to put it mildly.
When Yoongi had visited Jimin together with Jungkook for a simple dinner (Jungkook has noticed right away that there's something going on between his owner and Jimin), and you had locked yourself into the bedroom the entire night, refusing to come out despite Jimin's constant tries to coax you out. It had made the young man a little uncomfortable, having constantly apologized for your behavior, despite Yoongi's words of comfort and that it didn't bother him.
Jungkook had felt a bit odd, that night. Maybe you were just a little scared? He knows from his job after all that some cat hybrids have a natural fear for dog hybrids that they can't control. Maybe you were one of those?
It took weeks for you to finally sit at the same dinnertable as Yoongi and Jungkook- tonight finally attending, though you glare at Jungkook across the table whenever Jimin isn't paying attention to you. And something both Jungkook and Yoongi notice is just the way the human cares for you.
You're absolutely spoiled rotten.
From getting endless treats and snacks before dinner was even on the table, to the glimpse Jungkook got into your room while passing by towards the bathroom. It's full of plush animals, white and pink furniture, a canopy bed with frills and lace and endless pillows and blankets. It's clear to both Jungkook and Yoongi that your behavior might not just be your own fault- but could also be the result of Jimin's clearly spoiling behavior.
You don't just look like a princess- you're clearly used to being treated like royalty as well.
And Yoongi just watches for tonight, not saying anything because he's simply not in any position to do so. After all, Jimin and him are really just getting to know each other at the moment- and while yes, there are some emotions growing between the two, it's not yet to the point where he'd say that he wants to jump into a relationship yet. And neither does Jimin.
And maybe that's gonna have to stay this way for a while longer- because if you and Jungkook won't get along, there's simply no way that Yoongi could ever be truly happy with Jimin.
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Jungkook is currently busy picking the strawberries from the bushes in his garden when he feels eyes on him, like lasers on the back of his head. One look over his shoulder confirms his suspicion- you're currently peeking over the fence of your own backyard, thinking he cannot see you. Your gardens are so close together that only a small fence really splits them apart, so he has to swallow down a laugh since you're not really being very slick with your blatant staring.
He stands up now, tail wagging in a relaxed, friendly manner, and at that you flop down from your tip-toe position, ears slowly moving backwards in a more defensive manner. "Do you want to try one?" He asks you, and you seem to take a breath to say something, before your eyes spot the ripe, red berry in the rottweiler hybrid's hand. It does look good- probably sweet, and fruity, and delicious- but your eyes keep snapping back to his face.
Maybe you really are scared of him? He feels his heart fall a bit. He really doesn't want to scare you.
"I'm not gonna do anything, promise." He tells you, slowly walking closer with the small basket in his hand. You're taking a step back, but you're also only doing that once- staying at the fence, just making a bit more space, it seems like. "Here- you can have those, and share them with Jimin?" He proposes, and your lips move into a slight pout as you clearly start to contemplate.
You're so cute- even more so up close. Jungkook hopes that you're someone who needs a bit more time to warm up- that you just have to get used to him, maybe.
"Jiminie!" You call over your shoulder, and moments later, the man in question looks out of the back door, greeting Jungkook with a wave and a smile. "Can I have the strawberries?" You ask, and Jimin nods, walking closer now.
"Sure. Are you sure it's okay for us to have them?" He says, a hand on your head making you instinctively purr- and simultaneously Jungkook blush a little, as he realizes his slight feelings of jealousy at seeing you so at ease with the older human.
"We have more to pick, don't worry! But you can have them! They're really sweet." Jungkook says, noticing from the corner of his eye how Yoongi seems to observe the interaction from behind the window.
"Alright then, Thank you." Jimin smiles brightly, before he looks at you expectantly- but you just take the basket without any words, observing the large berries in the basket. Jimin sighs- before he speaks again. "Oh- Yoongi, hi!" He beams, and at that you look up and at the man being greeted, who looks at you with a gaze that shows an entirely different form of expectation.
It looks more demanding than expecting, and you feel yourself shrink in on yourself a bit, ears tilting backwards.
"Jungkook cares for the plants pretty well. He puts a lot of effort into them." Yoongi says, not taking his eyes off of you- as if he's pressuring you with the info of his dog hybrid's hard work. You know exactly what he wants- but he's not your owner. He's got no control over you. So you simply stay stubborn, glaring at him- making Jungkook watch a bit uncomfortably.
"Ah- it's really fine. I get lazy with them sometimes, it's more like a hobby than anything serious." He tries to lift the mood a little, and Jimin nods, before he looks at you now as well-
"…thanks." You huff under your breath, before you quickly turn around with a red face. "Jiminie can you help me wash them?" You instantly ask, jumping a little as you make your request, and Jimin sighs a little, nodding.
"I'll be right with you." He promises, watching you run inside the home, successfully escaping the situation. "I'm sorry about that.." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.
"She can't wash them herself?" Yoongi asks, facial expression a lot softer now.
"I mean she can- I just tend to do those things for her." Jimin says, while Jungkook walks off to pick the rest of the berries, Jimin looking after him for a moment. "She- ah, she comes from a pretty bad background, I'm just trying to give her what she deserves, you know?" Jimin quietly explains.
"I had a hunch." Yoongi nods, crossing his arms. "But don't you think you're spoiling her quite a bit?" He asks, and the younger man nods.
"I'm aware. But it's hard not to." He laughs. "I've gotten used to it. I don't really know how she'd react to change." He offers, and Yoongi shrugs.
"Well, things are about to change if you want us to get anywhere at any point." Yoongi says. "You know this won't work if she keeps her behavior up." He says, though his voice is gentle.
"I know. But it's hard." Jimin whines almost, looking over his shoulder for a second.
"Well, let me ask you this." Yoongi says. "Do you want this?" He gestures between himself and Jimin, and Jimin nods almost instantly. "Then let me help you."
"How?" He asks, unsure.
"Listen, Jungkook might seem like an angel, but he'd act the same if not worse than her if I was to treat him the same as you do her." The older man laughs. "I can help you with her. I won't take over as an owner, absolutely not- that's your role after all, and it's gonna stay that way." He explains to Jimin.
"Yoongi.." Jimin sighs, crossing his arms now as well, while he thinks for a moment. "Okay." He nods after a while. "I want this to work out- and I know, really, that I need to change how I'm doing things right now." He agrees.
"Alright." The older man smiles. "Then let's make it work. Hopefully she'll get over her hatred towards Jungkookie too." He jokes, though Jimin sighs a bit sadly.
"She really doesn't hate him, you know?" He offers. "She's just- you know, back at her first home, and in the shelter, she was bullied quite a lot. And the.. things that happened to her made her awfully defensive towards everything and everyone around her- and she just tends to lash out whenever she feels scared, or you know, upset. She used to yell a lot of mean things at me too, when she was younger and I had just brought her home with me." He explains, and Yoongi nods, now a lot more sympathetic.
"I see. It makes sense then that you've become so soft with her." He offers in understanding. "But Jimin, she's not the same girl you brought home all those years ago."
"I know." Jimin nods. "But it's hard to forget that." He admits, when suddenly, you squeak out, running out the door. "What happened princess?" He worries, as you look at him with wide open eyes, pupils tiny slits.
"There was a bug in the berries!" you yell, and at that, everyone laughs-
Jimin letting go of a big sigh, before he says goodbye to Yoongi to help you fight the evil insect.
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As part of Yoongis plan to make you grow more comfortable with both him and Jungkook, you've all decided to go on a vacation together. A camping trip- something everyone found a great idea, Jungkook all excited since he loves camping- though you had been way more reluctant, considering your fear of bugs and fire, and your distaste for long car rides and anything dirty.
But this time, Jimin had apparently put his foot down- because he'd informed Yoongi not even a day later that it was a great idea, and that him and you would definitely come along. What Jungkook however didn't knew until right now, is that he's gonna share a room with you-
alone.
"But she hates me!" Jungkook complaints, as he stands in the cabin Yoongi is currently unloading the groceries in. "There's no way she'll sleep in the same room as me." He huffs, and Yoongi sighs.
"Well, she has to learn. I already talked to Jimin about it-" He says, putting everything into a box that doesn't have to be stored in the fridge. "-and he agrees that he's spoiled her quite a bit until now. She needs to learn to be a bit more independent." He explains calmly, though he's internally very well aware of your distaste for his dog hybrid. He knows exactly why- but he also respects Jimin's decision to not tell Jungkook anything about your past trauma, claiming that that's something you need to tell, no one else.
And Yoongi agrees with that- but he also feels for Jungkook, who's been really trying to make you warm up to him. He already struggles to find friends due to his intimidating hybrid side and sometimes rather chaotic personality. Seeing you so defensive against him does clearly hurt, no matter ho much Jungkook tries to play it off.
But for once, Yoongi also wants to be a little selfish. He wants to spend time with Jimin, alone time away from you both, just to properly figure out where he truly wants this to go from here on out. It's why he's organized this trip in the first place. To find out if this could truly work out.
And he fears, deep down, that it won't. Because if you and Jungkook don't get along, there's no way Yoongi can ever be happy with Jimin.
A few hours away from the Cabin Yoongi and Jungkook are already setting up, you're pouting next to Jimin in the car, slumped down and with your arms crossed. "Making that face won't make me turn around, princess." Jimin says, voice light- but inside, he's torn. This is going to be tough for you, considering that you're gonna have to stay with Jungkook during the night- and the poor dog hybrid has no idea that you don't actually hate him. You don't hate at all, in fact.
Your defense mechanism when confronted with something you fear however, is to lash out. And that is most of the time taken out of context, making you appear rude and arrogant, when in reality you're just trying not to seem weak or vulnerable.
Because in the past, that would immediately make you the perfect target. Pushed aside and scolded for everything that wasn't ever your fault in your first home, used as a punching bag for other hybrids in the shelter later on, you had to somehow make up a tough façade so you wouldn't end up in those positions ever again. You learned to keep yourself safe by being the one who bites first- and it took Jimin years to truly gain your full trust.
He fears that that's all you can do though. That he's going to forever stay the only person of comfort for you.
And that's an issue. While he himself had been a bit defensive about his treatment of you with Yoongi, he knows that the older man is right. Jimin has been wrapping you in layers of bubble wrap, has spoiled you and nursed your bad habits into what they are today simply because he always saw the scared, shaking hybrid back at the shelter.
But that's not you anymore. You technically have no reason to be scared of anything anymore- but Jimin understands now, after talking numerous times about it with Yoongi, that he's partially at fault for your lack of social skills.
Jungkook had come from a good household- had been raised well, so Yoongi had never really experienced anything like Jimin did with you, but nonetheless, his advice still counts, and is still valid.
You need to learn at some point. You have to realize that there's nothing to fear anymore- and that Jungkook isn't an enemy ready to eat you alive in your sleep.
"Come on, stop pouting now, hm?" He tries, running a hand over your head once at a red light. You just look out the window. "Is Jungkookie that scary?" He asks, and you shake your head.
"He's dumb." You deny, putting your legs up and onto the seat.
"Hey.!" He scolds gently. "Jungkook isn't dumb. He's trying hard, okay? You could be at least civil with him, sugar." He tells you, and you sigh at that, leaning against the door.
"I don't want to." You say defensively, tail angrily flopping around. "You just say that because you wanna be with Yoongi." You huff.
"Partially, I admit that." Jimin nods. "But I also agree with him that you need to be nicer. Jungkookie is really trying to be friends with you, you know?" He sighs.
"I don't care.." You mumble to yourself, angrily looking out the window. You know that Jungkook isn't a threat- but he's still scary to you. He's tall, and a lot of muscle, and he's loud, and energetic, and just.. scary. Intimidating. Potentially dangerous. And that potential alone is enough to make you feel threatened.
Jungkook and Yoongi are currently ruining your perfect life you had with Jimin. So you've got enough reason to be absolutely pissed.
And so you refuse to exit the car in front of the cabin- rather taking a nap inside, until Jimin breaks through Yoongi's advice to just 'let you have your tantrum', unable to right away just let you be. It's unsurprising to the older human- so he doesn't really take it personally, letting him go out and talk to you so you finally come inside.
"Maybe she should sleep with Jimin tonight." Jungkook says, having rather reluctantly brought your luggage into your shared room with him.
"No, she's staying with you tonight, and that's final." Yoongi shakes his head, coincidentally saying exactly that when Jimin walks inside the cabin with you holding his hand. It earns him an angry glare from you, before you let go of Jimin to instead dash past Yoongi and Jungkook and into the room, door slamming shut. Jimin sighs.
"I'm really sorry about her." He shakes his head, sitting down and running a hand over his face. "Ah, this is so uncomfortable!" He laughs a bit, trying to lift the mood, as Yoongi sits down next to him, running a hand over his back.
"It's fine." He simply says, before he nods towards Jungkook, who reluctantly walks away after saying goodnight, opening the door to the dark room.
He gets ready for bed, but he notices that when he returns to the room after brushing his teeth and washing his face, you're still under the blanket in your day clothes, not having moved at all. Assuming that you're in one of your tantrums again, he quietly turns off the lights, and gets into his own bed across from yours, closing his eyes-
when he hears it.
Quiet sniffles, scent of distress coming from you filling the room. It makes him sit up again, eyes having adapted to the dark by now, a little light bleeding in from under the door as well. "You okay.?" He carefully and quietly asks, but you don't answer, instead simply curling up a little tighter. "You.. your bag is next to your bed-"
"Leave me alone!" You hiss, sitting up now and glaring at him with glossy eyes and a runny nose, tail angrily slapping around behind you. "This is your fault! Yours and Yoongis!" You snarl at him, and he's taken aback.
"What did I do?" He asks, unsure, and you scoff.
"You're taking Jimin away from me!" You say, new wave of fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. "He's gonna see how fucking perfect and nice you are instead of me, and then he's gonna bring me back to the shelter so he can be all happily-ever-after with you and Yoongi! Hope you'll be happy then.!" You growl, before you turn around and throw yourself down again, pulling the blanket over you before you quietly continue to cry.
Only now does Jungkook realize that Yoongi was right- you don't hate him. And you're not scared of him either-
you're scared of being left alone.
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Can we have more Yandere mha x child reader please 😁🙏
*Thank you for the request! I' unsure wether you wanted a continuation of the original two parts or a new one. This one us a continuation but I was fairly out of ideas so I hope this is alright. If you did mean a totally new concept then I'll be happy to write that too :3)
Requested: Annon
Warnings: Kinda child abuse but not in a violence or sexual way. Manipulation. Incorrect lore. Binding. Yandere.
(3rd person PoV)
Y/N. The one kid know to have escaped the league of villains.
But what no one told the news, was that you were also the one kid to escape all of class 1A. A class of pshyco's.
Now that you look back at it. You had been naive.
Trusting these heroes. Just for them to use you as a doll, as a baby to coddle because they felt bad. Because they needed it.
But no one ever asked you... no one.It had been another two long years now.
Your body had finally been allowed to age without Eri being there to revert you, even if she was willing or not. You still weren't sure if that child had been in the same situation as you... But you didn't have time to look back.
Not when they were hunting you.
Now that some war between villains and hero's was around the corner. The searches became more intense. You'd catch Bakugo not two alleys down from you.
See Tokoyami and Hawks patrol from above.
Allmight had been caught in disguise just yesterday.
They were closing in on you.
You had only gotten away up untill now by cuttibg your hair differently. Wearing baggy... stolen.. clothes and caking dirt all over your face.
But what had to be done had to be done.
It's not like the villains left you alone either.
Altough, with the criminal circkles you had affiliated in, as was totally allowed for a 10 year old... you had heard of them trying to find you.
And you know... for someone's whos mentally just 12, that was scary.So you had trained yourself to fight a bit... Wich wouldn't do a lot against grown adults... but the tought was nice.
It's not like your quirk would be of any help. Crying pearls only helped you get by. And thats it...
But naturally, a story couldn't go on with it's main character living peacefully.
As you were napping on your little cleaned up dumpster of a home, you got knocked out of it as the whole plastic container got kicked to it's side.
An all too exited Kirishima came running to grab you off of the floor.You rolled out of the way. Kicking over some cardboard to slow him down as you sprinted away.
The boy just used his quirk to smash trough any and all obstacles. He had one goal in mind. And that is to take their shared sibling back.
Sibling was a better title then your actual role was. You're more of an emotional support pet....
Just as you think you'd still manage to get away from Kirishama, a tendril of grey scarf wraps firmly around you.
You're snatched up and quickly find yourself trapped in someones arms.
The man didn't even want to talk right now. He had gotten way too attached to you. A little kid with barely any power. Those kind of people is what he vowed to protect.
And even tough it seemed like you didn't want anything to do with him or other hero's. Aizawa was sure you'd understand that you needed the protection when the war began.
That you'd need a parental figure-He means... that he'd be available if you ever needed... guidance.
So in no time were you back to U.A.. Wrists bound like an animal.
You didn't like these people anymore...
They made you feel weak, useless...
Not human.
Just a plaything...
You were once again reverted back to an 8 year old and this time, kept in a diffrent room.
"So, like I said, you'll be sleeping in my room now, alright kiddo? I promise this is just for your safety. See, we even set up your own little bed. Yaorozu even made you a plush of your favorite dinosaur. And well... Koda.. tried to do that aswell- but- nevermind." Aizawa explained as he showed you your... incredibly cozy bed. Tough having to sleep in the same room as the guy that had essentially brought you into this mess..
Not your favourite.
"Don't look so depressed kid. It could be way worse. The villains could have killed you by now. You really shouldn't have run from us. We're just keeping you safe." Aizawa sighs and rubs your now messily cut hair.
You just huff in the little defiance you had left.
How dare he try and say that the villains who just as much wanted you back were trying to kill you?
Did he think you were stupid?
Probably.
Actually, undoubtedly.
They must all think that, that the slightest gust of wind would blow you away.
What did even see in you? Just a child?
No one would go this far for just a child...But you were their child. Group effort. Class project.
That was you. A responsibility they took way too seriously.
You still yearn for the reality where you could have just been delivered to an orphanage. Gotten an actual normal family.
A mom and a dad... or a mom and a mom... or a dad and a da- okay look you just didn't care as long as it wasn't this...
"Look, and we got you even more toys. And Midoriya mentioned that you liked to draw? Right? So only the best supplies for our little hero." Aizawa tries to smile.
You didn't know wether he was the only one that actually noticed how wrong this all was... he knew... but he couldn't give you up... give you away.
He never intended for this... but his class had also gotten attached... he wasn't alone in this... And that sucked for you.
Because escape attempt after escape attempt just ended up as you getting more stuck.
Ankle chain, gps tracker, locked doors, barred windows, constant surveillance.
How is no one saying anything against this? Why is this just being allowed?
Why did the freedom rule not count for you?
Where is the law?
Nowhere.
Not for you.
Its never been there for you.
And honestly, that hurt.
Why didn't anyone help you?
Why weren't you saved?
You littarly live with hero's and you're the victim.
This isn't okay...
And you couldn't do anything about it.
So you broke.
Going from defiant child to broken toy in days. Rotting in your extremly comfrotable bed like a depressed teenager.
Wich techically you could almost classify for mentally. Just half a year more.
Getting dragged out of your bed to be passes around like a plushy for movie nights was common now.
The students were getting more nervous too with the upcoming war.
Ochako coddled you more.
Deku had been teaching you about all his quirk knowledge as if he was scared he's die.
Aizawa was fixing up more safety manners.
Hawks had been coming over to babysit during actual hero school lessons.
Wich was even more awkard.
"Hey kid, smile."
"Y/N, can you draw me?"
"You're so cute Y/N, why don't i just take you with me instead? Im sure they wouldn't mind."
"Kiddo, want to go shopping?"
"Y/N."
"Kid."
"Kid..."
You were not a kid...
Stop it.
Why can't they leave you alone.
So you cried. Embarrassingly so in Hawk's presence. Pearls fell from your eyes and the pro hero looked on in awe.
Cupping your cheeks and whispering sweet words to try and comfort you.
Wrapping his wings around you and patting your head.
And dammit if you didn't hate all of them you would have loved this.
But after this... there really wasn't any escape.
War was spent in a bunker.
The survivors clung to you for dear life after the events and you just had to sit trough it like the good doll you were.
Smile and wave Y/N.
You weren't ever free.
And you never will be.
#yandere#yandere x reader#platonic yandere#xreader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#yandere mha#yandere bnha#tw yandere#yandere writing#yandere imagine#mha#mha x reader#mha bakugou#bnha#my hero academia#platonic yandere mha
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I’m a ghost and you are a shadow
Part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven
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They made their way back to the Harrington house in relative quiet. Steve didn’t feel as panicked as he had that morning thanks to the talk he'd had with Eddie. Though, whatever reaction the gate had to Steve was… concerning to say the least.
He felt grimy and sweaty as he trudged through the last few trees and into his backyard. Wearing the same clothes two days in a row wasn’t Steve’s best idea. He was glad no one had commented on it, though he was a bit surprised even Mike hadn’t said anything. He kicked off his muddy shoes at the back door, following the rest of the Jabberwocks into the house.
Yesterday he had felt too weird about going through OtherSteve’s closet, though right now he just felt kind of desperate to change. The others congregated on the couches in the living room while Steve headed straight for the stairs, calling out that he’d change and be right back down. It would be a bit before the rest of the party joined them anyway.
He felt a little more comfortable in the house on his second day, a little less worried that OtherSteve would pop out like some cosmic entity and scold him for the intrusion. It still didn’t feel like he belonged, would take a while for that to happen — if he even got the chance — and Steve was only just beginning to imagine himself staying long enough for that to happen. If Eddie was right, if they figured out a way for him to stay, if he didn’t have to leave, his life would be so different. Maybe he could be okay again.
He walked into the bedroom, closing the door gently behind him, and made his way over to the closet. It was a simple wooden door, nothing fancy, not even a mirror hanging from the frame.
He paused when he opened it, unsure of what he was really seeing at that moment. Half of the closet was full of henleys and soft-looking cable knit sweaters, light colored t-shirts and various colored jackets he’d expected from basically his own closet, but the other half was clad in leather and ripped black tank tops, band tees and torn jeans. It looked like Eddie’s clothes. It looked like Eddie lived here.
Did Eddie keep clothes in Steve’s closet? Why? He looked back over his shoulder at the wall of posters full of bands he didn’t know, eyes flitting back and forth between the few posters with names he’d recognized before, the bands from Eddie’s battle jacket.
Was this actually Eddie’s room? But then why didn’t Eddie tell him, force Steve into one of the other spare rooms last night instead of taking one for himself? He clearly knew this was the room Steve expected to be in. There were also trinkets that definitely belonged to Steve on the desk and nightstand, and half the closet were clothes Eddie would never touch, let alone wear in public.
Steve stepped dazedly into the small space, thoughts running around in confused tangles of yarn that weren’t quite connecting. He thought back to the photos on the kitchen wall with Steve and Eddie wrapped around each other, and the countless times since he woke up here yesterday morning where Eddie looked at him like something was missing, like he was thinking of something specific that Steve couldn’t put his finger on.
If Eddie had simply moved into the Harrington house for some reason, that still didn’t explain why this room seemed to be half his, like they shared it. It just… well, Steve wasn’t stupid, he was there when Eddie had come out to him just that morning, he knew what this room and these things implied. Everything here pointed to a life lived together, but Steve was straight as far as he knew so could that be right? Sure, Eddie was comfortable to be around no matter which universe he was in. He was… gentle, despite his loud demeanor, and he was good at quieting the bad thoughts rattling around in Steve’s mind.
Even throughout their first stint in the Upside Down together, a brush of their sides or a squeeze to the shoulder, the soft dimpled smile Eddie had tossed his way, it all settled something in Steve’s chest. He’d thought this Eddie and Steve were closer, really close judging by the way Eddie had disappeared the day before but this was more than he’d ever expected. Was it even possible? Was Steve just reading into things?
Slowly, he reached out to touch a leather sleeve in front of him. It was soft, worn. He thought about today in the woods, how he kept focusing on Eddie’s lips, how he remembered doing that before, too. How often had he been sneaking those glances? Even without realizing?
Steve brought the sleeve to his nose, slowly breathing in the scent of tobacco and leather, and hints of the cologne Eddie sometimes sprayed when he remembered. This was definitely Eddie’s stuff, no doubt in Steve’s mind. This single closet smelled more like home than Steve’s whole house ever did, and maybe that meant he and Eddie weren’t so out-of-left-field as he’d thought.
He stepped back, letting the sleeve drop and opening his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. He’d ask Eddie about this tonight, after the party left and they were alone. For now, Steve turned to the other side of the closet and swapped his shirt for a Hawkins high school band sweatshirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. If they were about to have another planning session that could change Steve’s life, he might as well be comfortable.
He tossed the dirty clothes into a hamper at the back of the closet and turned to leave, his eye catching briefly on a lone shoebox sitting on the top shelf. It was on Steve’s side of the closet, sitting among what he assumed were just boxes of clutter. It would be easily overlooked, a shoebox in a closet, but Steve had the same exact one in his own closet.
It was an old box, weathered at the corners but still sturdy. He’d put every happy thing inside of it; his favorite movie tickets, the yoyo his nanny bought him for his seventh birthday, a pressed flower from his first boutonniere. He’d put photos of him and Nancy inside, some sparkly rocks that Robin had just placed in his hand and called pretty, one of the miniatures the kids had painted and left in his living room one day. Little things. Things that mattered. It’s the box he would grab if the house caught fire.
Hesitantly, he stepped forward and tugged the closet door closed, arms reaching out to grab the box from the shelf before he had even made up his mind. He shouldn’t look. He really shouldn’t look, he didn’t have the right to. But… he was Steve. He should know the kind of life he could have had, he should know what kind of things he’d find important or meaningful. Right?
He took the lid off the box.
It was full of trinkets, just like he'd expected, but the stories they told were of a different life. Instead of a yoyo, there was a little book of nursery songs for beginners to play on the saxophone. There were three miniatures instead of one, painted in matching color palettes. He found more sparkly rocks, different than his own, and friendship bracelets made from chunky beads.
In the corner of the box, tucked away neatly, was a small, clear container with polaroids inside. Steve turned his back to the closet door and slid down it, setting the box in his lap as he hunched over to look.
He picked up the little container with both hands, sliding the pictures out with care. They were just like the photos in the kitchen, of trips to the beach and sleepovers, of pool parties and birthdays. The party in various groups showed up, Robin was in most of them. Eddie was in every single one.
He and Steve stood close, draped over each other or with faces squished together. In some, they were looking directly at the camera or making faces. In others, they looked at each other. There were pictures where Eddie looked at the camera while Steve looked at him, and Steve… Steve looked at him like he hung the moon. Like the sun rose and fell only to see him, like the stars themselves couldn't shine as brightly. Like every other cliche that’s been written and sung and professed about since the dawn of time.
Steve had never looked at anyone that way. Nancy was right, he was just bullshit. Is that how she felt with Jonathan? Is that how it’s supposed to feel?
He traced his own expression, completely enamored. How many times had the Steve of this world sat right here, holding these pictures, seeing the way he looked at Eddie? Did they look at these pictures together? What did it feel like to wear that expression? It was hard to look away, to pull himself from the trance his own face had him in, but there was one more picture and when Steve saw it, it was like the world stopped around him.
They were kissing. He and Eddie. They were kissing. Steve's hand was threaded in Eddie's hair, the brown tendrils curling through his fingertips. Their eyes were closed, fully immersed in the other, lips together in what was definitely not a chaste kiss.
As he stared, he couldn’t help but wonder what Eddie’s lips tasted like, what they felt like to be pressed against his. Eddie knew what they tasted like, knew what he tasted like. Steve wondered if he thought of that every time they locked eyes. Was Eddie the type to kiss fast and hard? Would he push forward with the confidence of all his tabletop lunchroom rants? Would he press hard like he stamped his combat boots into the dirt?
Or did he kiss soft? Soft like the way Steve’s eyes looked in the previous pictures. Soft like the sunset over lovers lake, soft as the tendrils of hair OtherSteves fingers carded through as they kissed.
Steve squeezed his eyes together to stop the burning. He shoved the stack of pictures back into the small container, shoved the image to the back of his mind, too. The Steve in those pictures was dead. The man who looked at Eddie with stars in his eyes was dead. He shouldn’t be thinking about Eddie like that, it had only been six months, he couldn’t image what he was going through, how much Steve’s presence was fucking with him. No wonder he spent the whole first day avoiding Steve, he’s surprised Eddie had spoken to him at all.
He sighed, breath pushing through his lips in a shuddered rush while he tried to pretend his heart wasn’t clawing its way up his throat. Steve carded his fingers through his hair, shoving it out of his face. He reached out to put the Polaroids back into the box and paused. In the crowded corner he’d pulled the pictures from, there was another box. It was small and black, just a cardboard box with a lid, and it was just small enough for the Polaroids to cover up. Or to hide?
He swallowed, suddenly his mouth was too dry. He shouldn’t look. If OtherSteve was hiding it, he shouldn’t look. He shouldn’t be looking at any of this.
He reached out to it, fingers tracing over the plain black lid.
“Steve!” Robins voice shouted from the staircase landing.
He jumped, choking on the heart in his throat and worried that Robin would burst into the room to find him snooping, but no further noises wandered toward his ears. He quickly shoved the Polaroids back into the box, refusing to look at the little black box he just covered back up.
“Just a second!” He called out, carefully putting the shoebox back on the top shelf, hoping it looked like he hadn’t touched it at all.
Robin was waiting for him at the bottom landing of the staircase. The second he looked her in the eye, Steve could tell she was desperately trying to seem casually uninterested. She leaned against the banister, eyes trying to cling to his own but she kept taking glances at his sweatshirt. She knew. She knew he went into the closet, that he saw Eddie’s half. He kept eye contact, knew she would crack eventually, especially as she fidgeted more and more.
She glanced past the stairs, into the living room before darting her eyes back to Steve’s, then the door behind her. The other two groups would be back any minute.
She stepped forward, dropping the façade of ignorance, and put a hand on his arm.
“Ask him when the kids leave, okay?” she whispered, glancing down at the sweatshirt again. He nodded. He’d ask tonight, when the house was cleared and silent, and they were wrapped in the compelling embrace of the darkness. It was always easier to speak honestly at night, whether it was the calm brought by the silence or the dark that obscured your vision, it didn’t feel as vulnerable. It felt safe, like the darkness itself could keep your secrets. He’d wait until then to talk to Eddie.
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More midnight talks on the horizon for our boys, but next up is figuring out what the fuck that weird tree is doing
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#something something nursery rhymes vs dead flowers#something something lost figurine vs gifted figurines#Steve’s mother gave him the music book#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#the party#hurt/comfort#steddie fic#stranger things fanfiction#helpimstuckwriting#parallel universe au
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Steve's a misfit and a rebel too in his own way, that's why him and Eddie work. Tbh Steve's kind of rebellion is often more impactful than Eddie's in the real world, but people aren't ready for that conversation cause rebellion as identity and aesthetic is more exciting. 🙊
Oh my god this is exactly it though!! Steve is so much more rebellious than Eddie in my opinion because he completely goes against what people expect of a preppy jock rich boy and each season he goes to lengths to show people that despite their first impressions of him. He does that without having to change the way he looks. While Eddie is much more insecure and unsure of himself but hides that behind provocative clothing and being a social misfit. It's so interesting.
But it's why I hate depictions of punk Steve. Like Steve is perfect the way he is, and is so courageous and brave and doesn't let how he looks define who he is, so why are you trying to "fix" him and change the sense of style that's innate to his character? Steve can be a rebel and still wear a cunty little polo, thanks. And Eddie would love it too, Steve wouldn't need a mohawk and tattoos and chains or whatever for Eddie to be into him, he'd love his hot preppy boyfriend as he is.
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Hey the protective Quaritch hc (more specifically the jacket one) got me thinking about, how does Quaritch (and the other recoms) feels about his son which, last time he checked, was a toddler, being a 6ft tall athletic teenager running around a base full of adults half naked.
I feel he (Quaritch) would be like really wary around the scientist and soldiers. The recoms too but on a smaller degree most of the time.
Spider is probably clueless.
Spider is totally clueless!
"Spider!" Quaritch shouted, his voice rising too loudly around the mess, causing a blanket of silence to fall awkwardly over the crowd of breakfasting soldiers.
Heads turned, but most were wise enough to just avert their eyes and eavesdrop instead. After all, in the quiet buzz inside the ship, the recoms were hardly difficult to hear. Most of the time, Quaritch felt like an exhibit in a museum walking around base, and he was sure the rest of the squad did too. Luckily for them, they enjoyed it. Spider, however, did not have that luxury.
"Get your ass back here!" He hissed through above the now silent crowd.
"But I'm hungry!" Spider called - oblivious to the fact that the hundred or so humans eating breakfast were listening to their every word.
Quaritch sighed deeply, quickening his pace to cross the room and catch up with the kid. As he neared Spider, he caught sight of a couple of the dumber science guys smirking at each other, looking Spider up and down.
"You got a goddamn problem?" he demanded, leaning down over them threateningly. His increased height for once was coming in useful inside the base.
The guys' smug expressions fell off their faces like sand as soon as Quaritch spoke.
"No..." one of the guys said quietly when Quaritch stared them down for an answer.
"Good," Quaritch replied, turning back to Spider, who was helping himself to cereal. It was moments like this when Quaritch wished Spider would accept the clothes he'd been offered. The kid had no idea what went through some peoples' minds, and the knowledge that his teenager was running around a military base close to naked was enough to send a chill down Quaritch's spine. He'd have to talk to the kid.
"Get what you want, we're going back on deck," he said quietly as he approached Spider.
Spider frowned, confused and full of objections. "But why? I can't eat out there!"
Damn. Quaritch forgot about the mask. He sighed. "Okay, fine, but we're still outta here." He cast another glance around the crowd to check for any signs of disrespect. Most of the humans had gone back to eating, and the quiet hum of chatter had resumed.
"Sheesh!" Spider complained, but he didn't raise any more objections as he took his bowl and spoon, and let Quaritch's hand on his back guide him out of the mess.
"You've got to put on some damn clothes," Quaritch started as soon as they were out of the room and away from the soldiers.
Spider's brow furrowed deeply. "Huh? Why?" His tone changed, becoming defensive and defiant. "I told you already, I'm not dressing like a Sky Person. You can't fucking make me."
Quaritch brought a hand up to his brow, and rubbed the stress lines out of his forehead. "Jesus, that's not why-" He stopped himself, unsure how to phrase this. Spider was so young. He forgot how young sometimes. "Look, the guys on base aren't used to seeing someone without clothes on."
Spider scoffed, but Quaritch persevered.
"You don't wanna wear clothes? Fine." Spider looked up at him, calculating Quaritch's angle. "But you're not going back inside, at least in crowded spaces, without something covering you."
"That's crazy."
"No, it's not. You're a kid, and a human. Humans don't wear loincloths."
"So, you're worried what people will think?"
Quaritch had had enough. He wasn't gonna be accused of projecting some kind of self-esteem bullcrap. There was no way he was explaining this now. Even if he knew how, Spider wasn't receptive at the moment. "That's the end of it, do you understand me?"
Spider looked confused at the shut down. He stretched his jaw, trying to work out how to play it. "Okay, calm down..." he finally relented.
He hadn't managed to explain what he wanted to, but for now, Quaritch was satisfied. That talk could wait, if indeed it ever needed to come.
#spider socorro#miles quaritch#recom quaritch#spider miles socorro#spider sully#avatar the way of water#one shot
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25. "I forget what your face looks like if I close my eyes too long. It scares me."hello. I love your writing. Could it be an Elain/Lucien with that?🥰🥰
Sorry this so long to get to! Thank you for the kind words dear 💕
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The sharp tug in his chest woke Lucien from a dead sleep as he was suddenly filled with a nearly overwhelming sense of panic that was not his own. For once he didn't stop to asses or consider the consequences of his actions. No, this time he acted on instinct, following that thread around his heart, smashing through the wards surrounding the River House in Velaris, straight into her room.
He was half surprised he'd been able to winnow so far. Granted he'd been staying in the Dawn Court, which was much closer than the human lands, but he'd never moved so far in one go before. He'd chalk it up to his mate instincts taking control for now and contemplate it another time.
He found Elain thrashing in her bed, her sobs and wordless pleas shattering his heart. He threw up a hasty shield around the room before going to her since the last thing he needed to deal with on top of attempting to soothe his erstwhile mate was an angry High Lord or Lady ready to reduce him to nothing for breaking into their house.
Her skin was ice cold when he touched her shoulders and he tried not to think too hard about just how much of it was currently exposed to him as her thrashing pulled the thin fabric of her nightgown tight around her body and exposed her thighs. One of her sleeves had fallen down her shoulder and was dangerously close to exposing her breasts. Luckily the lust that tried to stir in him was currently overpowered by the need to rouse her from whatever terror held her captive.
"Elain," he said firmly, giving her a slight shake. Her hands clutched at him with surprising force, sharp nails slicing through the skin of his arms but she did not otherwise seem aware of him.
He shook her once more, "Wake up!" He sent a pulse of power through her, warming her too cold skin and could feel her magic respond to him. So he did it again.
Slowly her cries quieted and her body stilled, her hands falling away from him. Carefully, he reached up with one hand and cupped the side of her face. She nuzzled briefly into his palm as her eyes fluttered open. He withdrew as soon as she saw him.
Elain blinked at him a few times before sitting up with a gasp, glancing around herself as though unsure where she was. "Wh-How-what are you doing here?"
He held back a sigh at the way she clutched the covers against her chest and pulled away from him. He was suddenly aware of his own state of undress. He normally slept without clothes but, by chance, he'd fallen asleep tonight still wearing the soft linen pants favored in Dawn, though he still wore no shirt or shoes.
He felt foolish for coming here at all, Feyre would have found and woken her eventually. Now that he'd contented himself that she was well, he'd leave her to her sister's care. He stood, flicking a hand at the door to lift the shield he'd placed around her room. "Your dream woke me," he said refraining from further explanation.
"I'll leave you now before Rhysand decides to kill me for destroying his wards."
He froze at the sound of his name though he didn't dare look back at her.
"...you've- it's been a long time since you've- been here."
It had been. He'd declined Feyre's last few invitations, using his duties in both the human lands and Spring as an excuse, though in truth, he was sure they both knew the reason for his reluctance to return here. To travel so far to see her, only for her to dismiss him with barely a look. There was only so much he could take. Even he had his pride.
He wasn't sure what she meant by bringing up his absence now when she'd never been inclined to so much as speak to him in the past. But whatever reasons he might have thought of, none would have come close to the words that tumbled from her next.
"I forget sometimes, what your face looks like, if I close my eyes too long... "
Slowly he turned to face her, his breath held. Her face was unreadable in the darkness. "Does that bother you?"
"...it scares me."
Lucien forgot to breathe for a moment. "I would've thought you'd be happy to forget me." The words were out before he could shove them down. Even in the darkness he could see her flinch. Next he knew, he was crossing the room once more to kneel before her. Wide, doe eyes followed his movement.
A twitch of his fingers brought the candles at her bedside to life, illuminating them both in a soft glow. For several seconds, neither of them said a word, simply stared at one another, Lucien's eyes drinking in the sight of her lovely face, enough to last him until he saw her again.
To his surprise, she reached out a hand to brush his cheek. His eyes slid shut at the touch, he inhaled her sweet scent but held still while she traced the planes of his face.
After a long moment that was filled with nothing but the sound of their uneven breaths, she whispered, "I don't want to forget."
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Tinytopia Chapter 7: Endless Rebirth (Part 3)
Story Masterpost
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Thanks to my beta/sensitivity reader @appelsiinilight!
In this chapter: Jax’s true nature is further illuminated, which causes even more friction with Moon.
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Everything was quiet out in the park.
Until a hand shot up from under the ground, followed by a second, the frantic swimming motions of someone trying to dig themselves out. Eventually a head came up too, gasping in its first breaths.
A body came next, hauling itself and laying out limply in the dirt. Wings flickered. The creature coughed up some sort of mucousy liquid, emptying its lungs.
It then wobbled to its feet and started running, as though it already knew exactly where it was going, bare feet thumping in the dirt.
And it was still quiet in the park, because the creature was a pixie and, at that size, could barely make any noise at all.
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“Psst. Thistle. Hey, Thistle.”
“Mhhmm?” Thistle pushed himself up off of Moon’s chest fluff and rubbed his eyes.
There was a pixie leaning directly into him, their face millimeters apart. At first he thought it was Marigold, but…
“Ah!” Thistle yelped, scrambling backwards. “What–Who–Who are you?”
The new pixie looked remarkably similar to Thistle himself, except for the fact that he was covered in dirt and wearing nothing but a mishmash of leaves for clothes. He tilted his head, sending a cascade of shiny black hair over his shoulder. “Hey, good morning!” He spoke Pixish with a lilted accent like Thistle’s own–but unpracticed, as though somehow also not a native speaker.
Marcy, awakened by Thistle’s shout, sleepily struggled to disentangle herself from her sheets. “Thistle, I’m coming! I’m–oh.” Her movements became less frantic as she realized Thistle was not in danger. She heaved herself out of bed and came over, sitting at the desk chair.
“Good morning!” the new pixie said.
“Good morning,” Marcy said. “It’s so nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
“How did you get in here?” Moon was considerably less excited, hair uncharacteristically frumpled.
From the desk leg there came grunts of exertion and the sound of tiny claws scratching. It was Jax, putting to use his newly acquired climbing skills. “I let him in,” Jax said, finally reaching the top and pulling himself over.
“Uhhhhhhh. Okay,” Thistle said. “Do you two know each other?”
Jax gave a knowing grin, then scurried up and leapt onto the new pixie’s shoulders, the two moving in perfect sync. “So, so I need to admit something,” Jax said.
“You know how I said I could grow a new body?” the new pixie said.
“Well the first one doesn't actually need to die,” Jax said.
They both flourished in perfect unison, as in-sync as the sentence had been–half in Pixish, half in the accented English of a borrower, but not missing a beat as it switched between the two.
“Uhhhhh…” Thistle said, completely unsure what to make of that. “Okay? So you're…both Jax?”
“Yea!” they both said, again in perfect unison. Thistle wished they'd stop doing that. It was kind of creepy.
Marcy’s gaze was alight with curiosity. “Are you a hive mind of some kind?” Keep your questions in, keep them in, don’t overwhelm them, you always overwhelm everyone with questions. She felt like she was going to explode.
Thistle knew that the English word–and the human concept–of a hive was a bit different from the way pixies used the word. And a hive mind was something else altogether. He'd read about it on Wikipedia. “Like–Like a group of people who all share the same thoughts and feelings?”
“Um, if that’s the word to describe it, then yeah, I guess!” Borrower-Jax said, and Pixie-Jax held up a peace sign like they’d seen Thistle do on occasion. “I couldn’t very well call myself that when I only had one body, but now I got two! I’m just a baby one!”
It made sense, in a way. If a hive mind grew by adding new bodies, then its age would be measured by the number of people in it, not the usual developmental milestones. It explained perfectly why Jax was so young, yet had the body of an adult borrower.
And now apparently had the body of an adult pixie as well.
Oh, this was… something. This was something completely alien. Thistle had thought meeting humans and incubi and naga and dryads was an adventure, but this was completely unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Anyone he’d ever met.
Moon apparently had the same train of thought. But he looked wary rather than excited. “And what exactly is all that supposed to mean?”
“You’re not going to try and assimilate anyone, are you?” Thistle rushed to add.
Both Jaxes blinked.
“Into your hive mind,” Thistle clarified. “Assimilate someone into your hive mind. Like, make them part of you.”
“How on earth would I do that?” they both said.
“Well, I don't know. I don't know how hive minds work.”
“Thistle is just concerned about everyone's safety,” Marcy explained. “We think of hive minds as something people are forced to join.”
“Join me for what? Dinner? An adventure? I wouldn't force anyone to do anything, honest!” The sentence ping-ponged back and forth between the two bodies. Two mouths, two voices, two different languages, one mind, one fluid train of thought. The pixie’s voice was significantly higher in pitch than the borrower’s. It was…disorienting.
Marcy hesitated. “The pixie… where did it come from? You didn't like…. take someone, did you?”
“Take someone?”
“Like kidnap someone. Hijack their body. It's just you? This body?”
“Oh, I grew it,” Pixie-Jax said. “It's me 100%. There’s nobody else in here.”
“O-oh okay. That's cool,” Thistle said, equally overwhelmed and excited. “How does it, like….work? How did you become a pixie too?”
“I copied you!”
Thistle fluttered his wings. Jax could just…become a pixie? For the purpose of being friends with Thistle? “That’s so cool! So you just–modeled off of me? And grew a second body?”
“Yeah!”
“It’s so cool that you can do that. Oh, you know what that means! I have to teach you how to be a pixie the way Violet was teaching you how to be a borrower!”
Pixie-Jax hopped up and down and clapped his hands. “Yeah!”
Moon watched with obvious distaste as the two pixies got each other more and more excited. He hooked a hand around Thistle’s arm. “Thistle, can I talk to you over here for a second?”
He dragged him to the corner of the desk. Jax watched them go, then shrugged and turned his attention back to Marcy.
“You can’t seriously intend to have Jax stay here without knowing more about him,” Moon said in a harsh whisper.
Not this again. Jealousy really did not suit Moon. “Well, I let you in without knowing anything about you.”
Moon went red. “But that–that’s different!”
“How is it different?”
Moon pawed at the ground with his foot. “I don’t know. But you didn’t even ask Jax any more questions! I’m just…concerned for your safety, is all.”
Are you? Is that really the problem here, Moon?
“I’m just saying it might be prudent to figure out more about what kind of creature this is before throwing ourselves at it wholeheartedly. I’ve never seen anything like this, and neither have you. Jax is something completely foreign to everyone here.”
Thistle turned to look back at Jax. The borrower and the pixie were swinging playfully from Marcy’s fingers in perfect unison.
“...Okay,” Thistle relented. That was a good point. Maybe Thistle was letting himself get too swept up in the excitement of meeting such a strange and interesting creature, and having more pixies to play with. It’d been lessening with Marigold here, but he was always letting his loneliness overcome his good sense.
Ooh, what was Marigold going to think of this? He got giddy at the idea of sharing this, then forced himself back on track. Best to wait to introduce Marigold to anyone else and just focus on Jax for now.
“Okay, Jax,” Thistle said, spinning back around. “Um, I want to ask you a few more questions if that’s okay.”
Pixie-Jax let go of Marcy’s hand and landed on the desk, and Borrower-Jax plopped down onto his shoulders. “Sure,” they both said.
“So, um…” What to even ask? Moon was right. Thistle didn’t know the first thing about whatever kind of creature Jax was. “I guess… How did you just grow a second body? Did you…just emerge fully formed from the ground again? Where do you come from?” This was the question Jax hadn’t wanted to answer earlier.
Pixie-Jax nervously wrung his hands. Borrower-Jax drooped his ears. Oh no, Thistle thought, heart sinking. Maybe he IS hiding something. Maybe Moon is right to be suspicious.
“Why don’t you want to tell us?” Moon demanded. “What are you hiding?”
“I’m sorry!” Borrower-Jax cried, slapping his hands over his face.
“I’m scared,” Pixie-Jax said, buzzing his wings. “I’m scared of getting found out.”
“Found out what?” Moon pressed.
“All right, calm down,” Marcy said, gently scooting Moon back from Jax a little bit. “You’re getting a bit intense.”
Moon looked at her venomously.
“It’s okay,” Thistle coaxed. “We just want to know about you, that’s all. We won’t hurt you.”
Both Jaxes refused to make eye contact. “There’s part of me that’s underground. It’s rooted in the soil, and it’s where I make new… me’s. But I think if anyone ever found it and dug it up, they could really hurt me, or even kill me for real. That’s why I’m scared to talk about it.”
Marcy’s eyes sparkled. Thistle could tell she was valiantly restraining herself from asking a million and a half questions.
“Okay,” Thistle said. “So that’s, um, like the ‘real’ you, and you just kind of…spawn bodies out of it by copying people you run into?”
Jax nodded. “That’s why I just–you can’t tell anyone, please! It’s so scary.”
“We won’t,” Thistle reassured.
“That really is cool,” Marcy breathed.
"It’s hardly original, though,” Moon muttered. “Lots of us can copy other people. It’s nothing special.”
“But it’s more than just copying, isn’t it?” Thistle said. “You actually, like… incarnate as that species. It’s permanent. And unlike Moon, you don’t just copy the appearance, but the abilities too. So you’re just, um, like one person made up of multiple bodies of different species?”
“That’s so cool,” Marcy said. “You’d be able to adapt to any lifestyle perfectly.”
Jax beamed. “Yeah! Thistle, will you show me how to be a pixie? Please?”
“Yeah! Let’s go!”
Moon watched with suspicion as Thistle grabbed Pixie-Jax’s hand and ran off.
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“So, every creature has some way of getting the magic that they need to live. Most of us make it like a plant using photosynthesis. Some of us are predators and steal it. But everyone needs at least a little, like they need food. Except humans, I guess, but they don’t use magic.”
Thistle looked at Marcy, who was sitting on the couch hanging over the armrest to watch Thistle and Jax with fascination as they interacted in Thistle’s castle on the floor.
“I think,” he amended.
Pixie-Jax nodded. “Right. My borrower body was generating its own magic as I was collecting items and learning from Violet. Just like she said. Borrowers collect things.”
“Yeah, and pixies get it from forming social bonds.” Thistle hadn’t made a close enough connection with Jax to make that happen yet, but he could feel them getting close. This could push them over the edge. “It makes magic for the people on both ends, too, so that’s why Severa doesn’t need to hunt.”
Jax buzzed his wings and his ears twitched. He clearly hadn’t learned how to moderate the finer points of his body’s nonverbal communication, so every emotion was splashed all across his face and body for everyone to see. “I, I see. So, so how does Moon make it?”
Moon appeared on the back of the couch, face sour. “By basking in moonlight,” he said. “It’s quite simple and efficient, probably even moreso than-”
“He can also just steal it,” Thistle said dismissively. “But he doesn’t do that anymore. But let’s focus on pixies for now, kay?” He took Jax’s hands. “We’re gonna be friends!”
Moon dipped out of sight behind the couch, and Thistle heard the disturbing yet telltale sign of Moon transforming: bones snapped, skin ripped, hair grew. He reappeared a moment later, crunched down into the form of a pixie. God it was weird. He had the same face and everything, but now he was the same height as Thistle and his features were all cloaked under the visage of a pixie.
“I would also like to be friends!” Moon offered, hands extended. “Let me join!”
Thistle eyed him warily. “Come on, Moon, we’re already friends. You and I make plenty of magic together.”
“Then let me help show Jax how it’s done!”
Jax bounced with excitement, hands still in Thistle’s. “Let’s! Let’s!”
Thistle sighed. “Fine.” He extended his hand and Moon joined them, making a trio of hand-holding.
“Now what do we do?” Jax asked, wide-eyed.
“Well, normally we do some sort of activity together,” Thistle said. “But it can come at any time. Just anything that makes a connection between us.”
“We could ask each other twenty questions,” Moon said. “I’ll go first. Jax, how did you copy a borrower if you claim you’ve never met one?”
Thistle was thrown off, because–he hadn’t made that connection. Moon had a very good point. But he’d said it in such an accusatory way, it was obviously motivated by spite. Moon had definitely saved that question to ask it at a disruptive time. “Moon,” he scolded under his breath.
“What? We were all wondering it,” Moon said coolly.
Jax didn’t seem to notice the hostility. “Um, I’m not really sure. That was my first body, I think, so, so, however my species does that. When we’re born, I guess? I don't remember. You don’t remember how you were born, do you?”
“I do,” Moon said. “I remember everything about how I was born, from the moment I left the womb.” That couldn’t be true, surely.
“Then I’ll ask question nineteen! Um, Moon, how were you born?”
“The moon herself gave birth to me, setting me as a swaddled babe gently into the lushest, most luxurious garden she could find, where I grew up eating ripe fruit and succulent berries in paradise until I decided to grace the mortal plane with my presence.”
Jax looked completely enraptured. Thistle twitched his ear. “Moon, come on.”
“Now you ask a question, Thistle!” Jax said cheerfully.
“Um, okay,” Thistle said. “Moon, why are you allergic to being straightforward?”
Moon furrowed his brow. Jax waited for the answer expectantly.
“Growing up eating moonberries gave me terrible allergies,” Moon answered. “If you’re not exposed to allergens in childhood, you develop a horribly sensitive nose as an adult. My turn again. Jax, what is it you want from us?”
“From us?”
“Here, at the house.”
“Moon,” Thistle said in a strained whisper. “Come on.”
Jax did not seem bothered, though. If anything, he got more excited. “I’d love to make friends with everyone in the house!”
Thistle found his youthful enthusiasm adorable, and–ah, yep that was enough to push them over the edge. A flare of magic flickered between Thistle and Jax.
“Ooh!” Jax said. “I think that was it! That was it, right? We did it!”
“Yeah!” Thistle said. “You’re a natural at it!”
Moon’s very stoic face was scrunched up in an expression that suggested he was trying not to cry. There was very pointedly not a connection between Jax and Moon, or even between Thistle and Moon.
“What’s wrong?” Jax said. “Are you okay?”
“Well, good for you!” Moon snapped, throwing Jax’s hand away from himself. “I’m glad it comes so easily to you! It must be nice to be able to be so stupid and trusting and have people fall over themselves to take care of you!”
Moon stormed off, yanking the pixie disguise off, which fell off and dissolved into smoke.
“Did I do something wrong?” Jax said. “Is he mad at me?”
“Stay there,” Thistle said. “I’ll be right back.”
He followed to find Moon standing in Mochi’s cat bed. He’d pressed his face into her side, like he was screaming into a pillow.
Thistle walked up and pulled his shirt sleeve. “Come on, Moon, don’t get mad at Jax. It’s not his fault.”
Moon pulled his head out of Mochi’s fur. True to his statement about allergies, his eyes were watery and he sneezed. “No, of course not, nothing could ever be the fault of poor innocent Jaxy!” Moon slapped Thistle’s hand away. “Why are you so excited about him?”
Thistle’s ears went down as he scowled. “Moon, come on. Don’t be like this.”
“I’d love to, if-”
“Moon, stop being jealous!”
Moon looked offended, hand on his chest. “Jealous? I am not jealous! I’m merely-”
He stopped. Thistle stared at him.
“You were supposed to cut me off before I could offer my explanation.”
“...what?”
“There’s no end to the sentence I’m merely-! I was counting on you to get mad at me and cut me off so I didn’t have to finish it!”
“Moon, can you please just be normal?” Thistle exploded. “Why are you like this?”
Moon drew back, his expression turning from exaggerated offense to genuine hurt. “I-I-”
Oh, no. No, no. Thistle had… definitely gone too far with that. “I’m sorry,” he rushed to add. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Go play with Jax, then, if you want to play house and be normal,” Moon snarled. He dashed up the stairs and out of sight.
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how do you think the skeles would react to a vampire s/o??
Ooo how fun of a question! I've been brewing with ideas for awhile about this, especially since I have my own ideas for a vampire au with the skeletons. But here? I can have a bit of fun with this. Thank you for the idea >:]
Also-! Since you didn't specify which skeles you wanted, I'll do the main three! If you want some more, don't hesitate to ask! Enjoy
TW/CW: Blood and injury
Imagine it, you owning a home that was lavishly designed and catered to your every need. When you ended up getting injured, you didn't expect yourself to get stuck with monsters who would love you. He couldn't look at you in the eyes sometimes, but to him you're just too beautiful for him to.
To Note: this is during the early 1800's MWAHAHAHA I need the vibe
Vanilla: He didn't realize that you were a vampire at first when you stumbled across him. To him, you looked dangerous, however. He didn't know quite what it was that made him think that, but he was more than willing to tend to your wounds when he found you. The blood on your clothes wasn't just yours, but he didn't dare ask too many questions when he saw your defensiveness. He's just a commoner who happened to have a brother who asked to let you stay. That was enough for him. ...You had pretty eyes, a pretty laugh. When you tilted your head up in the candlelight, your hand covering your mouth as you laughed, he couldn't help but find himself trying to get you to smile more. Weeks pass, he starts to see you more as you bring gifts of food to him and he gets you to laugh more despite your original serious state. It's not until one night, he finds you. You, wearing a red that made him fear you. But when you found him, you had a look of hunger and desperation to you. You found your way to clawing up his clothes as you made your way inside his cabin and pleaded with him. You needed help, needed food, needed him. He was unsure, but....you needed the help. You promised that you would understand if he was disgusted with you, but you needed just one more request for help. He... couldn't say no. So even if it hurts when you sink your fangs into his shoulder, when you clung onto him as you stay beside him, he runs his phalanges through your soft hair and lets you eat. He was tired afterwards, but you thanked him and even helped clean his wounds. You wrapped your arms around him, thanking him. Of course, he'd do anything for you. He loved you, and when he was able to see you again, he made sure to let you know that. It's not something he expected, but if it's who you are, who is he to turn away? The two of you still talk, hang out. You rarely feed on him unless desperate, but you have come to realize that magic blood is much different than human blood. Much more...sweet. So when you come knocking at his door, when you find your way to embrace him in his bed, the two of you can simply lay there for hours, comfortable in each other's presence. He loves you, and in truth you love him, even if neither of you say it out loud.
Cyperus: Out of all the things that he's learned, the most important one to him was to remain kind and to help others. So, when he saw you, running away from danger, it was his first reaction. The blood you wore like a shawl wrapped around your flesh didn't seem to just be your own, but it was clear that you were in distress. He hid you from the guards, the very same ones he aspired to be some day. He stood where he was visible as you hid away, confronted by them. If they had noticed the blood on his leather boots, they would've known something was wrong. When they fled to another location due to his misguidance, he did....hesitate to return to your side. The guards told him that they were on the hunt for a vampire, they needed to kill it. By the expression you had on your face, you were that vampire. But you had looked frightened, clearly injured. He wasn't going to hand you over though, not when it was clear that you needed help. When they left, he made sure to check over your wounds. Holy stars you looked bad, bloody and battered. You were staring at him, he knows you heard what the guards shared. But he didn't dare bring it up, not when you clearly needed healing first. He asked to take you to a healer, a trusted one. You were reluctant, but why would you not trust the monster who just helped you? Before you both fled, he felt the tender touch of your hands on his cheekbones. He tried to ask what you were doing, but you had already pressed a kiss against his cheek before he could speak. Softly, softly you thanked him. Holy shit. Cyperus had to maintain composure, and so he did, even if his skull was a pretty shade of orange and pink hues. You were fixed up that same night, and when you got the rest you needed, Cyperus remained by your side. He held your hand, even with the small glances made his way from the doctor. That was fine with him, he wanted to make sure you felt safe. Yes, you could defend yourself, but sometimes the strong needed help too. It didn't take long for him to befriend you, and even if there was a mutual pining, it flowed naturally. He covered for you, kept you out of the guard's presence since he knew their schedule, and overall kept you in good company. He was delighted to see that Vanilla and you got along as well. Two kind souls can easily flow through magic beyond flesh and bone, two of unique connection. The first time you required blood, it was from a sense of trust. He trusted you to not harm him, and you promised to take care of that trust with utmost attention. You rarely feed in his presence, but it's clear to you that he doesn't mind being the monster you go to when you need it. He loves to help, and you love his dedication. Love here grows smoothly, sweetly, even if there are moments of fear from your end since you don't want to hurt him.
Red: The blacksmith. Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to go drinking that night. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to start talking to you when he saw you sitting in the corner by yourself. He wanted to get to know you, he wanted to give some lonely person company. He didn't expect to feel his soul thumping when he saw your face underneath your cloak, didn't expect to start stuttering as he talked. He got you to laugh though, got you to look less nervous. He found you a little off-putting though, despite not commenting on it. Looking back, he should've been more weary like his brother would suggest. But he wanted to be sincere with you, wanted to refrain himself from judging you since he wouldn't want someone to do the same to him. When he ended up getting more drunk with you beside him, the two of you getting progressively obnoxious, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping an arm around your shoulder and getting more comfortable. You did the same, getting comfortable in turn. The two of you didn't seem to even realize that you both were wasted, didn't realize the drunken promises made as the two of you stumbled into his bed. Not much happened, of course, except that he was bitten. He panicked a bit, but he was too drunk and could only stiffen before he found his eyelights shrinking a fraction of their usual size. You were cuddling beside him, peppering his neck with kisses, before you sank your fangs in. He saw the blood, but when he asked what you were doing, you seemed to snap out of it before apologizing. You told him the truth, spilling out your secrets like you spilled the blood of others. You were both drunk, and you apologized with a kiss on the wound and told him that you got carried away. He just smelled so sweet, you didn't think about your actions at the moment. He appreciated the truth, and he himself was not sober enough to handle the situation. He decided that you both need to just sleep for now, deal with it in the morning. He wasn't going to admit that a part of him was excited when you did bite him, but he was nervous all the same. You were a vampire, but he didn't feel the desire to report you. So when you both woke, he let you sleep when he was the first to wake. You were beautiful, sweet, and funny. Maybe it could work out. When Pitch found you both, however, he had to explain to him that nothing intense happened. When Pitch kept side eyeing him, however, the two had to talk later on about how Pitch seemed to already know you. However, the two of them resolve it later on, and the two of them are content with knowing what you are. They'll make it work And they did. He reassures you. He promises that he doesn't mind, he doesn't regret knowing you. He'll make sure you stay safe, and you make sure he stays safe in return. You love each other, you both just need to make adjustments.
Pitch: You didn't mean to frighten him, and he can tell the sincerity in your voice is in fact genuine. Still, he didn't expect to stumble across you when he was injured from an unfortunate situation. You looked so ethereal under the light of the moonlight, but he held back his tongue. You held an air of allure, but he still scrambled on the ground as blood seeped out and stained his shirt. He didn't want to look scared, but he knew that you could tell that he was weary. When you bent down, crouched in front of him, you extended your hand to him and still offered...kindness. He didn't realize that accepting your help would lead him to a path he would never expect. You cleaned his wounds, you worked with precision when you helped him stumble back to your home. It was closer, and by his hesitance to let you know where he lived, you didn't mind a guest. He could see that there was a....strangeness to you though. When you cleaned his wounds, you would hesitate to touch him and your staring wasn't just because you found his wounds hideous. He wasn't stupid, he knows that you're lying when you say that it's just because you don't want to hurt him. With his reservations in mind, he would ask questions, and you would only ask your own. Okay, that's fair. He found his guard lowering slowly, and when you were done you offered to let him sleep in a guest bedroom. He was reluctant, but you assured him when you told him that it has a lock from the inside. Too injured to walk back home, he simply gave in. Time passed after this event, and occasionally he would see you when he wandered around at night. You were still odd, and he was still guarded, but nothing much happened. He kept his knowledge about you from Red, not telling another soul of how he knew you. But you got him to feel comfortable over time, you even got him to smile at you a few times. He knew that something was off about you when you first met, but he didn't expect to see you in the dirt and hidden under bushes with your body injured and your eyes red as ruby. You had helped him though when he was injured, and even if you seemed to crave blood, he saw your self control and he saw your vulnerability. He wasn't going to take advantage of that by reporting you to the guard or killing you himself. No, he instead took you home and cleaned your wounds. You were starving, and as he wrapped your arm in linen, it was tense. Before he could stop himself though, he offered his blood to you. He saw your uncertainty, your resistance to the idea. But he insisted, especially because he didn't want you to die or hurt someone else. You must accept it, he won't let you leave otherwise. It hurt more than he expected when your clawed nails dug into his bone and your teeth found its way to his collarbone. He didn't scream though, didn't do anything but flinch as he clenched his fists. You fell asleep right as you finished, too full and too tired. He had to clean his own wound and carry you to bed, but he didn't mind. He would take care of you, like you took care of him. It was an unspoken understanding that you two had after this event, that the two of you would carry loyalty and devotion to one another. Keep each other safe, and keep each other close. He loves you, even if he doesn't say it. It takes him a bit to accept your words when you tell him that you love him, but when he looks at you the way he does, he's promising the same. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
Powder: An important adventure, a hunter, a good monster who takes care of others. He knew of the town's vampire, but he didn't actually expect to find that the vampire was you. You were always so kind, always offering good company and help. You were reclusive, yes, but he never pushed for you to be more social than you were. He found you in an inconvenient bear trap, your leg almost shredded up from struggling and your body laying limp from pain. He saw the blood on your lips from the limp bear laying beside you, the red glow of your eyes. What a lucky skeleton he was, forced to figure out how to handle this. His duties are important, but you are his friend. You and him would spend time together during the day, laughing and encouraging one another. You were really the vampire? ......He feels that he was going to be banished from the royal guard after this. He pried you free from the trap, carried you to his home wrapped in his cloak. He barely spoke, and you were too tired from excessive blood loss. He lets you stay in his home, takes you to Stretch, even if there's a clear sign of discomfort he carries every now and again. He had to later pull Stretch aside since it's clear that he knows you, knows what you are. It doesn't end as smoothly as he had hoped. He'll bring food from his hunt and after skinning and taking his fill, he'll make sure you eat well. It's awkward, uncomfortable, but it becomes something he grows to open up about. He learns more, and of course, his dedication to those he cares for is more important to him than his role as an important figure of the guard. His first experience with your magic was interesting, especially since you had found him injured and it ended up with some magic use. It was strange, the way you bit into your wrist before placing it down into his wound was odd. He was losing too much blood to think, but his eyes remained on your face when you were tending to him. You always soothed him when you attempted to, and he ended up passing out. By the time he woke, he had found his injury was missing, and you were sleeping. You crawled up on the bed beside him and pressed your face against his chest, clinging onto him. You cared about him, that much was obvious. He cared about you too. When you woke, he was stroking his phalanges through your hair, and you both mumbled soft confessions to one another. May the guards be damned if they get you, and may the guards be damned if they ever got to him
Stretch: When Cyperus decided to ask him for help, he didn't think that it meant having to help such a unique case like yourself. You were a vampire, and he's never worked with one before. Yet all the same, what kind of doctor would he be if he didn't help you? He prided himself as the underground doctor, a cheap alternative for monsters to go to in need of medical attention. He charged a lot less and he worked with monsters better than the human doctors, and he knows the most about monsters since he's spent time studying and researching. He tended to you, and made sure you felt comfortable. Occasionally, he would make sure you came by to visit for check-ups, which you didn't mind from the looks of it. He doesn't realize how safe he makes you feel, how he makes you feel less scary. He wasn't the first to meet you out of the skeletons, but he's glad that you have others to rely on. He was the second to find out about you though, other than Cyperus. He keeps this secret from the others for you, up until Powder walks in with your injured body. The conversation didn't end too well between him and Powder, but he was more focused on tending to you first. You mean so much to him, you're as sweet as honey. He wants to take care of you, even if he's not physically strong. He has a lot of empathy for others, an emotional strength that he's had to build over time due to how this world is structured. So when it comes out that you both have a mutual love for one another (it was an accident), he was delighted. After all, he's happy to know that he can always be here to heal you and take care of you at the end of the day...
Closing Notes: IT DIDN'T SAVE MY SHIT THE FIRST TIME I AM GROWLING AND EATING RHE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE GRRRR GRAUGH (thank you for this fun request, I hope you enjoy. Don't be afraid to ask for more teehee)
#headcanon#undertale au#alternate universe#vampire au#skeleton x reader#vanilla serrif#cyperus serrif#undertale#red serrif#pitch serrif#underfell#powder serrif#stretch serrif#underswap#x reader#x yn#vampire reader#vampire yn#my thumbs hurt
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Go tired of seeing "old hedgehog" designs of sonic and shadow with them just having greyed out quills and decided to do something about it
So yeah qpr sonadow (yeah shadow is 50+ fucking finally. Im considering giving him a cane. An asthetic or an actual one idk. Maybe both?)
Sonic grew his quills out (wanted a kind of longhair rockstar kinda hair thing idk if i achiebed i though. Also still unsure on what he'd wear so i just slapped on his sa2 beach costume and added sandals (and possibly socks).
(Oh and there a scar from the Mephiles blast on his stomach- as well as top surgery scars because of course he had top surgery its sonic)
(Oh and also the "old lady swagger" sonic is just him crossdessing/going lady mode because he always rocks the look )
Shadow styled/shortend his quills and i put him in a nice black collared sweater. He wears glasses because my guy has eye problems
(Btw. Im horrible at telling ppls ages so if they dont feel old then idk what to tell you guys i have no idea what aging is at this point)
Then, instead of simply making old yaoi i ended up getting obbessed (and happy) and started making everyone old
So next up was amy and Blaze. (Silver is here too)
I think theyre a little bit on the younger side of the old yaoi? I did consider the fact that some people age differently (some look older whilst others look younger) so Amy and Silver got the more "youthful-ish" complexion whilst Blaze and Espio got the more older one.
Thoughhh im still working on their design. I can always make older old lady Amy (now that i think about it i should 100% make Amy a granny looking buff woman because i feel like thats beautiful)
Either way amy and Blaze kept their uh.. "hair" short. Amy still wears supergirly clothes and Blaze wears more masculine type clothes nothing else.
Next is espilver
You cant sue me for making Silver a short king menace to society.
Not really much on design so far other than Silver is way more plump (pearshaped) now because life got better, and Espio is taller because what is he if not a tree?
Ask them how they met? It was at bowling. Why bowling? Its because thats less weird then "was investigating the multiple crimes husbando commited and ended up getting said yet-to-be husbando arrested, but after he got out we totally fucked"
Yeah
Oh, and because i couldnt choose, Espio is trans AND intersex! Yeah!
Also Amy is silvers ex (Silver has like.. 2 exes... Possibly more?)
And then theres everyone else who arent a "ship" persay:
So i call this the moreso young adult group with Tails, Charmy, Ray and Cream.
Tails (in college) and Charmy (not in college) obviously hang out and play videogames.
Cream, because when she was little she didnt get invited to fight deadlt monsters, grew up, and decided shes going to fight deadlt monsters. So i tried to make her a cool suit but idk.. it needs reworking cause the whole "secret agent" vibe works! But not the way i like.
Rouge is forever foxynand will continue to be the most attractive woman on planet earth no matter what age. Shes also still a meance to socitey and we will forever love the jewel thief (old) woman.
Knuckles doesnt cut his quills so those shits are LONG hes also old as well but idk what he'd wear
And yes Metal (also Chaos) is here too. Metal is a bit rusty (literally) but overall well kept and fancy. I think eggman would be dead by now, so i gave it a crown on its ears to symbolize how it took over i guess.
OKAY SHIPKIDS:
Blaze x Amy ( bio kid): Flare (was thinking "Spark" because of the love idea but idk yet)
Espio x Silver (bio-kid): Greybell
And then heres the fun part:
So Sonic and Shadow dont function like the others here, in that- while saving the world and whatnot, every so often they'd either find a kid following them (similarly to Amy and Tails back in the days) or save a kid during their whole adventure.
The first time this happened was just Luca (a black jaguar) who followed Sonic during one his little solo adventures and Sonic was like "do you have parents i can take u back too" and she was like "nah" so of course, after seriously looking for her parents through ppl with database accesses like tails and rouge, he was like "u wanna stay with me?" And Luca was like "YEAH!"
And then Sonic called Shadow like "Shadow do u want kids" and which he replied "what?" And then suddenly they adopted Luca. This is how it began.
Eventually, as one grew up, theyd find another, and then another and then well now they have like 11 kids in total.
Now, after ALL of this, they took a break and after that years worth of a break were like "wanna make a kid? Like for the challenge of having to that from scratch"
And sonic was like "what?"
So they hit up the labs and made a bio kid who is 2 months old and is the most hectic fucking thing theyve ever had to deal with so thanks for the prior 10 experinces (alas they do not compare to the mega menace)
#sonadow#espilver#blazamy#rouge the bat#knuckles the echidna#tails the fox#cream the rabbit#charmy the bee#should i even tag ray? i drew like half of his body#eh#ray the flying squirrel#SHIT I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO DRAW MIGHTY NOOOOOI#oldies au
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Versos de Placer (Colonel Carrillo x f!reader) - Seven
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Summary: Morning after, bad news. Your father couldn’t simply go away.
Word count: 2.3k
Warnings: Bad words, blowjob, sexual innuendos, bad Spanish (from my part, consider me a Steve), slight angst and another small possibility of a daddy issues discussion (spoiler: it will happen).
Author’s Note: Yeah, yeah, the best part of finally making a couple have a good time is the moment things start to get in the way. If any of you are sensible with the familiar issues and all, I do recommend you to be careful. It’ll be more heavy in the narrative from now on.
Oh! I almost forgot! Steve with his lil camera? Best otp of the show. (And when he takes a picture of Javier? EVERYTHING)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
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Carrillo had his reputation for a reason. Colombia's juggernaut. Drug cartel wrecker. Before enlisting, he wasn't the smartest student in the class or the popular kid, but an interesting middle ground who should have earned a lot of praise from the teachers for being organized, polite, and very kind, if serious. As a soldier, equally devoted and obedient. He could be the type of soldier who ironed your own clothes. Perhaps he had some prominence as a supervisor of his more mischievous colleagues and they might not like him very much for it.
Things only started to make more sense after that night, more precisely the next morning, and you had a clearer picture of what he was like as a person. Between reserved and quiet, Carrillo was constant, obstinate, incessant, intense. It wasn't like that authoritarian version that left certain suspects in deplorable conditions, no; you could tell, as you watched fumbling around the bedroom to start his day, that he was enjoying unexplored feelings like a starved man, just to go back to his context of focus and seriousness.
“Are you sure you don't mind lending me that shirt?” You asked after a while watching him by the doorway, fingers playing with the hem of the clean shirt you wore.
“It's the least I can do.”
Carrillo didn't turn to answer you, even though he turned his head just a little to answer you. It left you a little unsure of what to do. He was already wearing his pants and was finishing lacing up his boots; surely you should already be determined to do the same, come home and shower before going to work.
It wasn't until you started picking up the pieces of clothing scattered on the floor that he reacted, but it was silent as usual. First, you saw his feet entering your vision; then, as you raised your face, his hand extended for you to rise. You obliged.
Of all the kisses he'd given you up until that moment, between the ones hidden at work and the ones he'd given you the night before, this one was the closest to the first. Deliberate, slow, as if he were testing every part of your mouth while you were more tempted to let him mold to your body. Without the layers of his clothes, you could feel the warmth of his skin, how it sent tingles through you and made a sigh fall from your lips.
Thank God you'd managed to clear away any trace of your morning breath.
“What is your opinion on delays?” You whispered in a teasing tone, pulling him by his belt while biting your lip.
“My opinion is that we have some minutes.”
“Some? Not a few?”
“It depends. I still need to show you around the house like I promised.”
“Nah, you also promised to have dinner with me. None of those things are important now, but you know what is?”
When you started to kneel in front of him, you could see the way his eyes were slightly startled, which soon turned into a lustful gaze. This attitude made him gentle with his ministrations - a gentle touch on the back of your neck, fingers brushing on your hair, a small smile on his lips at the way you freed him from his pants.
He was so handsome that way, looking over you with excitement and closing his eyes when you gave a tentative lick on his half-hard cock. You could tease him more, ask him if he hadn't had that for a while, that things weren't so easy but that he deserved it for being a good boy. Well, he wasn't a boy for a long time. Still, the way he moved his hips just a little bit when you put him in your mouth, eager for more, grunting openly at the contact… It kindled something in you.
There was no modesty in the size of his member, which made you breathe much deeper to go as far as possible. The action made him gasp, astonished at the sudden movement, and he even tried to pull you by the hair to prevent your gagging. You held the backs of his thighs tightly so that he could understand that it was okay, those tears weren't tears of sadness, and you would never complain about a sore throat if that was the cause of it.
“My God, woman… No me harás durar mucho así.” You won't make me last long like this.
“Esa es la idea, coronel. ¿No crees que mereces una compensación por todo lo que has hecho por este país?” That's the idea, colonel. Don't you think you deserve compensation for everything you've done for this country?
The groan he left was animalistic. Feral. The grip of his fingers on your hair tighten, as if it was a reflex of those words while your hand moved on his cock.
“Abre esa maldita boca.” Open that fucking mouth.
No, no it wasn’t a blur… It was a full show, with him showing that same posture of who needed and hunted for what he wanted. Carrillo grunted and groaned and enjoyed every second with the intense roll of his hips, which led him to give a loud moan when he came all over your mouth.
The sound aroused you even more. Horacio Carrillo moaning.
Yeah. He wasn’t the only one gaining rewards that morning.
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“Hey, look here.” Steve’s voice made you jump in your tracks and you looked at him just in time to see a camera pointed in your direction.
“Good morning, Murphy…?” You teased. “What is it?”
“What do you think this is? It’s obviously a camera.”
“Right, smartass, I know the object, but what are you doing with this thing?”
There were a small part of things that made Steve smile like that - who would’ve thought the whole happiness of his daily life were resumed to the device. He was grinning like a child, both hands on the camera while watching you get closer after letting your bag on the desk.
“Complement for investigation. The other one broke so they sent a new one... I'm testing.”
“With me? I’m not a good model, Murphy.” You tried to sneak a peek at the thing.
“Because you didn't strike a pose. Come on, stay by the window.”
That morning, there was a positive aura in the air, something that didn't just extend to you because of what had happened hours before. It was as if the world, or at least Steve, shared a sliver of peace in the midst of the chaos of people walking to and fro. So you've formally positioned yourself there, in the corner, with the sunlight giving you the effect you need for two or three shots.
“I'll remember to hide these to send you later. I hope the government doesn't mind seeing some pictures of you and Javier in this.”
“Did you take pictures of Peña?” The smile you gave was genuine, just like his, who just shrugged with a kind of shyness.
“The bastard is very photogenic.”
“I guess.” After a beat of giggles, you looked around the place with a frown, the mention of your partner’s name acting as a reminder of his absence there. “Where’s him, by the way?”
“With Carrillo. They had a thing with a raid, apparently one of his informants had something solid about a new hotspot,” He didn’t hide the serious tone of his voice, the peaceful atmosphere already forgotten by the regular tension.
“Big op?”
“Mm-hm. With the CIA.”
Listen, it wasn't uncommon for things to come as a surprise to you there. Good God, you've had plenty of proof of how working to get Escobar was a hell of inconsistencies and coincidences. What made you suspicious, maybe even worried, was the fact that Steve suddenly went quiet, looking away to put the camera on his desk and make the subject drop with other conversations about you getting home all right the night before. You didn't press, of course. A sympathetic smile returned to your face and the two of you chatted a bit about how cool the bar was - limited to that for obvious reasons.
CIA, you thought, there’s something going on.
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Carrillo was quiet, arms crossed and frowning. When you walked into the office for what seemed like a normal meeting, he got to look at you and maybe his face relaxed, but with all the secrecy stuff, it was a short-lived reaction. You didn't care much; Steve was straightforward in saying that he seemed to be in a great mood when he arrived.
But that's what you said, the day was strange. Suddenly changed. Javier just mumbled something about no one from the DEA being directly involved with the new military operation, which was strange since he liked to be more aware of the steps taken by the Colombian forces, largely due to his proximity to Carrillo.
“You seem to have had a busy day.” Your voice was neutral, distracting enough to not give any impression of greater intimacy between the two of you.
He scoffed a discreet smile.
“That's what happens when I end up changing the schedule of my routine.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” A heat creeped on your cheeks then, as a reminder of what happened in the morning. “Martinez, Rojas… Necesito hablar en privado con ella. Por favor.” I need to talk privately with her. Please.
You were confused, particularly. He wouldn’t do that just for… No, he wouldn’t. Or he would?
“What’s the matter?”
“I think you heard about the CIA operation they're planning with us, don't you?”
Oh. Right.
“I guess. Murphy told me.”
“He did?”
“Yes.”
“How much of it?”
“How much of… Okay, what’s going on? I get the feeling you guys know something you don't want to tell me.”
You felt. Again, it was something that used to be a lot more… Your mother thing. In a way, you should imagine that moment of freedom, when you and he wore off all the tension that had been hanging over the two of you, would be over soon. That your work would consume you both right after, but at least it would give time to relax, to enjoy something out of the regular dramatic situation of Medellín.
That mistake made you falter, because things went downhill in an instant, faster than you could have imagined.
CIA. Huh. Fucking CIA.
“He took over an operations group last week. I only found out about this today because Javier had information to be verified and... Well, with that, they will start operating together with us.”
“You know that doesn't make any sense.”
“Why?”
“Messina would have said something, she wouldn't commit like that. My father was practically expelled from this country, Carrillo. Why would this happen?”
“I’m not happy either, but there's always someone poking their fingers in when the situation seems hopeless.”
“... Hopeless.”
Yeah, by 'desperate situation', everyone could understand that it would mean an iron-fisted carnage on the part of his father. He was like that. And maybe everyone was apprehensive about the offensive, even Carrillo who until then seemed to have a tendency to be the same way, but you would be the hardest hit. For being the daughter, or the biggest antagonist, or the motivation, even if you didn't think he even had a clue what happened.
That would simply break what you had already built up from the case. Carrillo knew it. You knew it. Javier and Steve knew. Fuck, of course you father knew that either.
“Listen... Seriously, look at me.” He stood in front of you, both hands holding your face with care. “I’ll be on the operation too. You know me, I wouldn’t go easy on him even if I liked the guy.”
“Oh, so you don’t like my father?”
“Good thing I didn't need his permission to do what we've been doing,” The light tone of his voice made you laugh. “To be honest, he wasn’t even my biggest worry today.”
You frowned at him, holding his wrists.
“I haven't stopped thinking about you. Or on both of us. It's really a tragedy to see you dressed after what we did.”
“Don’t be like that, Carrillo, this is a serious situation.”
“And do you think I'll have time to fulfill my promises with him here?” He lowered his hands to your waist, pulling you to him just a touch. “It’s a part of the problem, hermosa. We both know there's no turning back.”
“I know... You're a woman seducer.” You followed his lead with a teasing comment.
“My abuela always told me that it’s a family thing.”
“So I should know a brother or a cousin of yours to confirm this theory.”
“You really think you’re cute, don’t you?” Carrillo gripped your clothed hips firmly. “I don't remember you being so full of jokes with my cock in your mouth.”
“Maybe you need to work hard to keep my smart mouth busy, especially now that we're going to have... company.”
“Forget him for now. Nobody needs him. But I need you and you need me, that's what matters.”
That was so fucking sexy, he didn’t have idea.
“Keep talking to me like that and we're going to ruin all those plans on your desk, colonel.” You whispered, hands holding his collar to have a taste of the side of his neck.
“Don't threaten me with a good time.”
No one ruined the plans or did something imprudent just because, but Carrillo kissed you fiercely before letting you go, as if trying to make your mind wander to more than the problem ahead.
He should’ve known it was supposed to work. What he shouldn’t have known was that you felt angry at the fact that, even being away, your father kept taking the good moments of your life.
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Ok!
How do they feel about 'cute' things?
Vivian finds cute things charming. They won't necessarily wear cute clothing, but when it comes to animals or objects they're very susceptible. Blake often doesn't get the appeal. Things are...there? They're fluffy or frilly or stylized to appeal to children? He supposes that cute things do exist and often are liked by people. Art has a soft spot for them -- he's self-conscious about it because, well, it's hard enough to maintain the image of a tough monster-hunter when you're 5'0." Even harder when you reveal you love kittens. Celestine likes cute things, but in part she likes them because being able to have them is a sign of how much she's accomplished.
Does your OC have a prophecy surrounding them? If they don't, what would it be?
I already somewhat answered this with Vivian -- at a drownie-feast they had a vision that they were destined for Authority -- but for the others, they don't have prophecies around them per se. Some of them would fit very much into some prophetic stories, though. Art would have a prophecy that draws on the tradition of famous all-white hunting quarries (Moby Dick, white harts/hinds, etc) and inverting that, I think; Blake and Celestine are more difficult, as they're far less...mythic, I suppose, in their scope. I'll say that Blake should pay close attention to the Duchess's warning that there is always a price that is known and one that is not, and for Celestine...I'm genuinely unsure.
What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?
Vivian's is their besottedness with the Neath. They love all the strange beauty of it more than they should, in a way that is often on the brink of self-destructive. They love Storm, who has seeped enough into them that it changed their eye color, ripped their childhood memories away from them, and routinely drives them to the point of madness. They love the Masters and the Bazaar, even with how they exploit humanity for their gain. This will likely end up with them killed or turned into a monster themself, and on some level they know that, but they are a poet and a romantic, not a hero.
Blake's is Liam. It's always been Liam, from the moment he first fell in love with the doctor. He was willing to throw away the only trade he'd ever known to be with Liam, and upon Liam's death he ventured down into the Neath almost immediately. It's been years and he's still dressing in mourning. If Liam was still alive, any threat to Liam would disarm Blake immediately. Unfortunately for Blake's many enemies, Liam isn't alive, and the worst thing that could happen to Blake has already happened, so he has nothing to lose.
Art's is his...I'm not sure how to put it, quite. His adrenaline-junkie status? His lack of regard for his own life? His impulsiveness? Kind of the center of the venn diagram of all three. Art throws himself headlong into danger because it's in dangerous situations that he truly feels alive, and he chases that feeling even when it'll kill him.
Celestine's is probably her ambition/greed. She wants things - she wants riches and power and acclaim, and she wants the people she cares about -- a very short list -- to stay with her. it's what keeps her in the Neath when the smartest move would be to run, and it's probably what's going to end up causing the most problems for her long-term.
#oc: the comely cat burglar#oc: the acrimonious agent#oc: the sharptongued stormwatcher#oc: the pallid pugilist#yes half the kryptonites can be summed up as 'love' but listen they're fallen london ocs what am i supposed to do#ask game
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Gimme L. U. C. E. for Luce my best friend and S. H. A. Y. for my man shay and B. I. R. D. for my beloved Luca pls and thank
Ask and u shall receive :3
Luce:
L. What is their secrets to happiness?
Finding the place where they belong and not just being used.
U. What do they like to do in their spare time?
Shopping, first and foremost. They love fashion and will take their time finding the best items for themselves or for friends.
Sitting in a coffee shop having some cake and people-watching. They love caffeine and sugar and would only live on that if they could. And they also love watching people, listening to their surroundings...Keeping their observation skills on top.
Reading. Mostly romance novels. Big fan of Goldclaw. They also like historical recountings.
C. What’s their weirdest habit or quirk?
Hmmm...Well, they collect plush bunnies, No other plushies, just bunnies and also mostly black ones which is weirdly specific, I guess.
They always adjust/fiddle with their clothes if they are nervous or unsure.
Also kind of related to clothes, not sure if it's a quirk though, but they always wear clothes to cover all their scars. They'd rather be too warm in summer than show any of their scars.
E. What is their love language?
Quality time and physical touch. They show their love by choosing to spend their time with their loved ones and when they do they love to be in touch with them. Holding their hand, hanging on their clothes, walking arm in arm, etc.
Luca:
B. Describe their family dynamic.
Emotionally abusive. Luca's parents used the blessing of their child as a way to get themselves deeper in the social elite and only showed love to him as a child when he played along. As an adult Luca is distant from his parents and very formal towards them. He loves them but isn't a child anymore and understands what's going on. And he's still afraid of his grandpa who cut his feathers as a child so there is that.
I. What makes them feel safe?
Flying. Up in the sky is safe. Nobody to please, nobody to ask him to do things for them, no masks.
R. How tall are they?
187cm
D. What was their high school experience like?
He was home-schooled...so nonexistent. He would've been the school's pretty boy, getting female admirers even though he's clear on the fact he's gay. He'd also be a theater kid :3
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‖ ♥︎ 》 Drabble about Cerrin and Ruby after they met, takes place a few days to a week after Cerrin first reached the surface. Just kinda this vomited out and not proofread too much, so expect errors and weirdness
Cerrin raised his hand to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun's light. He had gone through hell to escape the Deepsea Metro and, after a series of what he could only describe as bizarre events, was now following the Inktoling he'd met upon reaching the surface to her home in Inkopolis. It all felt surreal, like at any moment he'd wake up and be back underground on his way to another one of those strange tests...
...Wait, the girl -- her name was Ruby, if he was remembering right -- was talking about something.
"...And, once you get settled in, we can go on a shopping spree! We'll get you some new clothes -- you can't just wear that leather outfit everyday after all! -- and stuff for your room, anything you want! Sound fun?"
Cerrin's gaze shifted downward, before a quiet, unsure "Yes...?" escaped him. Her kindness, her hospitality, it all felt so foreign to him, but he couldn't explain to himself why. He tried to shrug it off, blame the amnesia or all the horrors he had endured in the Metro for his odd feeling about all this, but somehow, he knew there had to be more to it. He just had to—
“Aaand we’re here!” Ruby said as she abruptly stopped, a small ‘oof’ escaping her when she felt Cerrin bump into her. She then turned to give him a smile, before she unclipped her keys from her bag to unlock the front door…
Leaving him to just stare in shock, awe, and mild confusion at the sheer size of her home. Amnesia or no, he was sure he had never seen anything like it before, especially given the undoubtedly cramped nature of the underground domes he initially escaped from.
And she was inviting him to live here??
“There we go!” came the taller girl’s voice a few moments later, the quiet squeaks of the front door’s hinges snapping Cerrin from his thoughts.
He barely had time to speak, however, as Ruby immediately took his hand and began leading him through her home, his blue eyes wide with that same confusion and awe as they walked and she talked. Everything looked so clean and pristine, from the somewhat reflective floors of the main entrance room to the stairway that led to the mansion’s second floor. Even the end tables in the halls were decorated with vases of flowers and trinkets, and the occasional artworks that hung on the walls were ornately framed. It was all so much to take in, and he hardly made a sound until they stopped in front of a door.
“This’ll be your room!” Ruby cheerfully said as she turned the knob and opened the door, gesturing for him to enter first.
The room felt a tiny bit more down to earth than what he had seen of the rest of the house, with a queen-sized bed up against the back windows and a glass door on the left leading to a balcony. There was a large wooden shelf against one of the adjacent walls and an open door next to it that led in to an empty walk-in closet, and another door that he could only assume led to a private bathroom of some sort on the opposite side of the room. A rather comfortable looking chair sat across from a big, wall-mounted TV near the door.
…It was still a lot to take in.
“Sorry it’s a little empty right now.” she apologized, her sheepish smile immediately brightening when she looked at him. “But, we’ll definitely fill it with whatever you want soon! So don’t worry, okay? It’ll feel like home in no time!”
The pink Octoling shook his head a little, trying to gather his thoughts. It was a lot more than he had expected…
“It’s… It’s fine.” he replied softly, part of him still expecting this to end up being some kind of dream. “You don’t need to—”
All of a sudden, quiet buzz interrupted him. Ruby immediately pulled a phone out of her pocket, her smile widening as she hastily typed something then turned back to him.
“Come with me!” Ruby seemed even more excited now as she shoved her phone back into her pocket. She then took hold of his hand once more, not bothering to close the door behind them as she led him back downstairs.
By the time Cerrin had come up with something to say, they had already reached the kitchen. Ruby pulled him toward where another, even taller Octoling stood, his attention shifting from the phone in his hand to the two of them. He looked to be rather stern…
…That is, until he spoke.
“I take it this is the new friend you mentioned?” he asked, a slight laugh laced among his gentle voice.
“Yup!” Ruby replied, her smile bright as she gestured to Cerrin. “Dad, this is Cerrin! And Cerrin, this is my dad…”
“Akihiko Aroz.” the taller Octoling said, holding out his right hand for a shake. “It’s nice to finally meet the friend my daughter has been so excited about.”
Cerrin paused for a short moment, before slowly taking the other male’s hand and giving it a hesitant shake. “I-It’s nice you meet you too, sir…”
Akihiko softly laughed again as he released Cerrin’s hand. “No need for formalities, just my name is alright.” he said with a small smile. He then leaned back against the counter, his hands in his pockets. “Now, Ruby told me that you recently left the Octarian army and came to the surface?”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Aroz, sir…”
“And at such a young age, too… That was very brave of you.” the older Octoling said, still smiling. “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay with us for as long as you want.”
Cerrin’s eyes widened a little. “A-Are you sure?”
“Of course. I know how hard it is to leave that place, and I’d hate to see someone as young as you have to face this new and unforgiving town alone like I did.”
“But, sir, I’m seventeen—”
“Aw, c’mon, Cerrin!” Ruby interrupted, a bright smile of her face. “There’s no reason for you to fend for yourself out there when we’ve got plenty of room for you here!”
“But what about the costs of me staying? I can’t expect you to pay for me…”
“It’s not an issue.” came Akihiko’s reply, another small laugh escaping him when Cerrin opened his mouth to protest again. “We have more than enough money. And beside that, I don’t mind helping a friend of my daughter, especially one who has already had to struggle so much just to get here.”
Cerrin fell silent. Were they serious? The idea that they were perfectly fine with taking in some strange teenager and offering him everything like this, for free… He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Surely they wanted something in return…
“But now that that’s taken care of…” Ruby said, her smile remaining as she wrapped her arm around Cerrin’s shoulders. “It’s time for us to go shopping! We gotta get you some new clothes, and some decorations for your room, and—”
“Ruby…” came her father’s gentle interruption, causing her to stop and watch as he nodded toward the window across the room.
Ah, the sun was setting.
“Right, right…” she said sheepishly. She then released Cerrin from her hold, a small smile on her face. “You’re probably really tired from all this, huh? You should take tonight to rest, and I’ll bring some dinner up for you later!”
“Wait,” Cerrin began, his brow furrowed slightly in confusion. “I… I can help with the food—”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head!” Ruby replied as she gave him a pat on the back, causing his entire body to tense up for a few seconds. “Just take some time to chill, watch TV, take a nice, hot shower, whatever!”
“But—”
“So what do you like on your pizza?”
He gave her a confused look.
“…Oh, that’s right. They might not have had… I’ll just get a regular one for you.” she said, before pulling her cellphone from her pocket. “Now go on, and let your auntie Ruby take care of everything~”
Cerrin watched as she called a number on her phone, a defeated sigh escaping him a moment later. He moved go back to the room she had offered him, only to feel a tap on his shoulder before he could leave.
“May I come with you?” Akihiko asked, a small smile forming on his lips when Cerrin gave him a nod. Once they left the kitchen, he spoke again.
「I’m sorry if Ruby was overbearing.」 he apologized. 「She’s just happy to have you staying here.」
Cerrin’s eyes widened for a split second, before his gaze focused on the floor. 「It’s… alright.」 he mumbled.
「Is something wrong?」
「N-No, sir, I just…」 Cerrin paused to take a breath, still avoiding eye contact with the much taller Octoling. He wasn’t in any position to complain, he thought, but there was just so much on his mind… 「I’m a little overwhelmed. That’s all.」
Akihiko laughed softly. 「Believe me, I understand. I was too, when I first came to Inkopolis after I left the army.」
Cerrin fell silent again. His words were stuck in his head, unsure of how to come out without sounding rude or ungrateful. Because he was the exact opposite — Grateful, and more than they knew.
But part of him was afraid. Afraid that this was all too good to be true, that eventually, they would leave him to fend for himself…
Soon enough, the pair reached Cerrin’s room, with Akihiko remaining in the hall as the younger Octoling opened the door.
「Thank you for your hospitality, sir. 」 he said softly.
「It’s no trouble at all.」
A moment of silence passed, before Cerrin took a step inside the room.
「Oh, and Cerrin?」
He froze.
「Y-Yes…?」
「Try not to worry.」 Cue a smile from Akihiko, his voice even gentler than it had been before. 「You’re safe here.」
Cerrin turned to stare at him, disbelief in his wide eyes before his voice came out on an unsure breath.
「…Yeah…」
And with that, he quietly closed the door and immediately walked across the room, unceremoniously flopping onto the bed the second he reached it. It was soft, but not too soft, the blankets equally comfortable as he rolled onto his side.
「Safe, huh…?」 he thought as he reached to pull one of the pillows at the head of the bed down and clutched it tightly against his chest.
「…Anything’s safer than that place…」 he mumbled, closing his eyes and doing his best to keep his breaths calm and steady.
It was all so much to take in…
…But at least that uneasy feeling from earlier had passed.
#‖ ♥︎ 》 this came out MUCH longer than i intended—#【✒️】✦✧✦【ｄｒａｂｂｌｅｓ】#【🧁】✦✧✦【ＣＥＲＲＩＮ】#【🧁】✦✧✦【drabble】#【💎】✦✧✦【ＲＵＢＹ】#【💎】✦✧✦【drabble】#【👤】✦✧✦【ＮＰＣ】#【👤】✦✧✦【ＡＫＩＨＩＫＯ】
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H'Sataq Shokta (Star Wars OC)
(This also includes HCs I have for the Tusken peoples as a whole since we don't know too much about them and I had a LOT of fun coming up with stuff. Also my bad it's kind of all over the place.)
Tusken Raider (unknowingly) Jedi
Has a sensitivity to the force, many times having utilized it with his bare hands subconsciously, and it helps him to understand the emotions and thoughts of others without realizing it. (Still not sure what color lightsaber he'd have yet though >.>)
Amber cat-like eyes, black hair (not seen often obviously), warm olive tone skin, still light from lack of exposure to the sun overall.
Wears essentially a sniper veil over his Tusken mask with a large hooded cloak
Past Storyteller, currently a traveling merchant and bounty hunter
About 25, 5'10, slightly lanky but muscular
Severe throat injury left him unable to speak proper Tusken, so he relies heavily on TSL as his voice is now raspy and unable to scream. He can't speak Basic (yet) but due to his interactions with other travelers he can understand them for the most part. People find they have to talk a little slower but he can string ideas together pretty easily.
Unusually passive nature leaves strangers unsure of who or what he is, his veil and hood are to keep others unaware of his Tusken species so they can't make negative snap judgements- he still wears the helmet out of sentimentality and habit.
Under the cover of his clothes, he looks surprisingly human, his eyes and mildly different bone structure excluded. Sclera and cornea are both varying shades of red, pupils are like a cat's, elongated and sensitive to light, narrowing and widening as needed.
His eyes make for great use when he's searching for bounties as well- his quick reflexes and quiet nature means he's incredibly skilled at sneaking, though since most don't notice him overall he tends to just walk up and knock them out a lot of the time. It's a simple job he doesn't mind doing on Tatooine as a local, it isn't until later when he actually gets to leave that his whole world (quite literally) changes.
Subtly longer arms and legs for a wider stride, slightly wider feet and hands for better travel through sand, spinal notches stand out a little more as it's slightly thicker. Thicker skin to help hold moisture and protect from blunt attacks.
Other aids in moisture- he doesn't sweat as much but to help level out their heat he does pant as well. He isn't covered in hair but the head hair is incredibly thick to help trap sweat. His body prioritizes the absorption of fluids from their foods, along with proteins and carbs to help him maintain his energy. Metabolism is slower as well- it aids with the extreme heat of the days and extreme cold of the nights.
During the main heat of the day he tends to rest in caves or burrows underground- his wider hands and thicker fingers help to dig through large amounts of sand. Mornings and evenings he travels the short distance to pop-up markets and silently sells his wares. He tends to follow along at a slower pace behind them as he doesn't care to socialize much, but he likes to look out for them.
In terms of protection from enemies, when all else fails he has natural defense mechanisms like many desert reptiles we have- his saliva is toxic when introduced to the blood stream, and even on the skin it burns badly. He's very fond of spitting in the eyes of his targets and enemies. Temporary blindness and excruciating pain usually means they're quick to subdue.
As for his past, he had a coming of age ceremony as per usual at 15, and by 16 was married- shortly after that unfortunately their camp was attacked and his wife was killed. He was left behind for dead as his throat was cut badly. Safe to say he survived with a nasty scar on his neck and a deep mistrust of large groups of people, despite the group he travels with today.
Now he spends most of his time quietly looking out for the little guy, occasionally vanishing and coming up with suspiciously new items for bargaining. Nevermind that they once belonged to someone who won't be needing it anymore.
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I DID SEE THEM DO THE CHALLENGE WITH MINHO!! I LOVE IT WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE. Also, I read that Minho's dad knows San's dad?? San's dad knows everyone, it's insane. He must be the most connected man in Namhae. Anyway, I Ioooooove that Ateez do all these challenges now. 🧡🧡🧡
HELLO?? WOO AS THE K-DRAMA ROOKIE WHO DESTROYS THE VITAL EVIDENCE?? Yessss, please. It'd be so funny though. He'd play it so well. I want ittttttt!
The fancall was so sweet! San let him talk and he listened really well, just like he does with every other fan telling him something important. A whole king. But, really, I suppose he's just an actually decent man! 🌸👑
Definitely! Fans of boy groups are 'expected' to be girls/women. I think this might be a bit different when these groups go on tour in the rest of the world. Here in Europe, while the majority are still girls and women there's quite a lot of boys and men too. And everyone just blends in/together. So, I think these groups kind of get used to seeing and interacting more with male fans outside of SK at least. So, they become a little less of a 'novelty'.
Oh, yeah! There's no gendering in Ateez songs, I always forget that but it's true! And they change words when they do covers. I love it so much. 🩷
I agree. In the past, I have definitely seen interactions between male idols and male fans that are just kind of... uncomfortable viewing. So, I can't even imagine what that would feel like to be that person. Or to be someone who is a fan of that idol, and be male, or transmasc, or anything that isn't, once again, 'expected'. Even for me, I find it very off-putting? Unnerving? Uncomfortable?
I'm so glad you found comfort in the call and in San's responses and interactions! 🥺 Like you say, he didn't know it would end up online, he was just focused on the person that he was speaking too.
And you are SO RIGHT about how easy it is to say 'equal rights', and donate to charities. It's so broad and impersonal??? Literal homophobes/transphobes could do it without blinking. This kind of stuff, these ground level, one to one, interactions actually matter because they SHOW YOU what's real. I know people say music is just music blah blah blah. But K-pop is sold to us as a package - music, content, fashion, makeup, culture, dance, their actual personalities. So, I always try and determine how 'safe' a group is before I get into them properly. I really don't want to support someone, or give someone that much of my attention, if I don't think they'd actually have my back in a bad situation. And no other group has nailed that for me like Ateez has. And I mean that sincerely. I've been a fan for how long now? Over four and a half years? And not ONCE has a single member made me unsure or made me doubt anything.
It's like how Hongjoong was wearing his little LGBT keychain thing on his trousers in that vlog with his brother in Spain. He didn't know anyone would see it. It was only visible because he happened to try clothes on in a shop and he took his cardigan off. That's the energy I need. Consistent. Personal. Real.
And those few anti-lgbt atiny will say 'what else are they gonna say, they have to be nice to you' until the cows come home. BUT Hongjoong doesn't have to keep wearing that rainbow keychain. Seonghwa didn't have to show everyone that LGBT pride edition toothpaste that he owned and make a coming out quip. Yunho didn't have to tell a fan 'love is love, it doesn't matter with who, as long as you're happy in your heart'. Yeosang didn't have to personally reply to that tweet where an Atiny had put bisexual flags on his and Wooyoung's cheeks and call them '친구 에이티니'. Mingi didn't have to be so damn serious when he said 'thats not legally possible' because that fan jokingly asked when he was marrying Yunho. Sannie didn't have to be so attentive and kind on that fan call. Wooyoung didn't have to encourage (or be so invested in) that male fan when he told him he wanted to ask his male work colleague out. Jongho doesn't have to use these hearts, in this exact order, so often '❤️🧡💛💚💙💜'. All of these examples are things they didn't HAVE to do. They were completely unsolicited. No one at the company made them do any of these things. So, honestly, screw those (few) dumb fuckers who are convinced that people see support that's not there. I've never seen more heartfelt support from an entire group. Be queer, smash the system, stan Ateez. ✊🏴☠️🌈
/end rant.
Seonghwa won't invest in a lock to keep San out because as much as he hates it he loves it. He's always soooooo desperate to be 'WooSanHwa'. The way he flipped the pillow over when he remade the bed though. I think he just gets up in the morning and expects San to arrive at some point. 😭🤣
ALSO this competition everyone is currently involved in to try and be Yeosang's favourite?? Why is the battle this fierce? Why is this an actual thing? How did Yeosang become SO powerful? IT'S INCREDIBLE. Hats off to the man. He's got the whole group clammering and competing to be his favourite. It's like the hunger games.
Yessss. Promotions have been a blast! I'm glad you had fun with it, especially of it's been a while! 💚🥺
You're welcome for the link! 💮🧡
OH, DID YOU SEE BABY CLOUD ARIN DOING THE BOUNCY CHALLENGE BUT, MORE IMPORTANTLY, SAYING SHE MISSES UNCLE WOOYOUNG?? DID YOU SEE HE LEFT HER A REPLY/COMMENT?? I CAN'TTTTTTTTT.
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Eep! My stack of albums finally arrived and I got a couple more cards I wanted! And am trading for a few that I want (bread San V_V Please - but my friend collects Mingi so a trade worked; and then I’m hunting desperately for peeking WooSan - I will own those two I swear 😩 - but anyways, these were my pulls for all my Outlaw albums ^_^ (Unless I am weak and spot a copy still in stock at our Target or B&N or sth).
Honestly tho - you say a king but just a decent man - but let’s be so blunt here; when it comes to celebrities, it really does feel like decency like this is rare enough that it is shocking and amazing. It sucks that it is, but it’s really nice to find folks who are. One of those expect nothing to the worst so you’re pleasantly surprised when you get the best type things.
Gendering - It’s one of the biggest things that bugs me in a lot of kpop - some songs do require gendered terms, I acknowledge that, and I know that they are playing to the majority of their audience; if you’re singing a song that says idk, be my girlfriend - then okay, yeah - you need to use a gendered term (Replay lol - comes to mind - though we all cringe a little over it lbvs - SHINee included 🤣) — but for the most part, you can manage a lot of “love” songs without actually using any form of gendered term in Korean? Like it seems very easy to keep general lyrics pretty neutral. And most of the time, when groups do use a gendered term, they’re sticking the english word “girl” into a lyric that… Really doesn’t need it? Esp when it’s not a love song (which I usually don’t love anyways) - but like, in the fan songs it particularly drives me up a wall - because it’s one of those things that I think unfortunately just alienates a group of fans (a small group but still).
And agreed relating to male fans - a lot of the times it’s “X from Group B surprised by male fan!” for like, concert clips or fansign videos, etc on YT and just… ??? Maybe don’t? Or when the members actually make a comment about it that doesn’t seem… Idk, they seem confused or less relaxed by it? I obvi don’t speak for everyone who has a male/masculine/transmasc identity - but for me it feels super uncomfortable, can’t I just be a person who is a fan of a group of performers? I feel far less welcome - not even just in fandom - but specifically by the member(s) that responded in that manner.
(I will give OnlyOneOf massive props for that here as well. Obvi they’re a really supportive group overall, but it was really telling seeing firsthand how they treated male presenting vs female presenting vs androgynous fans (the answer is all the same. Zero hesitation to hug or chat with anyone regardless of the fans presenting gender or age and that was wild to me.) - And I would hazard that Ateez would probably be similar in that situation; I hope to find out for myself if it’s true one day V_V.
And yeah, no, you and I are super similar when it comes to our opinions on kpop. I vet potential new groups intensely before deciding to get into them. Obvi the broad you know, how old are they, what company are they under, what type of music - but then the much deeper - how many scandals have they had, what are those scandals, how did they deal with the actually problematic ones (like - dating scandals, idgaf, that’s stupid - but like, bullying, or CA, etc — I want to know exactly how they responded and how often it’s happened), do they have deep associations with x or y particularly disgusting people, etc. 🤣 My investigative skills are well honed.
But it’s because you’re exactly right - kpop is meant to be a parasocial type relationship that you as a fan are invested in. You should be interested in their personalities and what brands they promote and what charities they talk about, hell they do lives for their birthdays ffs. Ofc people do sometimes take it too far and that’s a problem - but I also acknowledge that it’s a part of the culture of kpop that you are meant to feel like you know them (or at least the persona they’ve created for their group) - and for me, that means expecting them or that persona to not be a horribly toxic human being.
Realistically - with a solid majority of the groups I like, it’s less “they’ve not done anything wrong” and more “I’ve excused x or y because it’s likely due to culture, age, etc” - I’ve had to make so many allowances for certain things just because I genuinely don’t know how many groups I’d have if I didn’t, and that’s ridiculous. So frankly when I was doing the vetting for Ateez and realized that I could only find a singular big issue - that was dealt with perfectly not only by the company but also the member in question - I was very confused. I kept digging trying to find something else because the thought that a group that’s been active for a handful of years hasn’t had anything - I mean these guys don’t even have an “oh they didn’t censor themselves in a rap song” type scandal which I pretty much expect when it comes to rappers in groups and don’t think much of esp if it was when they were much younger. — But nothing? At all? Are they real??
I remember asking the friend that showed me them - have they ever done something wrong?? All I can find is this one thing and then a bunch of just - general anti-fans from other groups doing their regular trolling. (She cracked up at that tho - said no, they’re one of the squeakiest boy groups around it feels like - and I agree - even their company passes so many bars that I’ve have had to just completely give up for other groups (even indie groups) - how tf??)
I usually take fan interactions with a grain of salt, bc they’re secondhand accounts, usually like - oh we met and he did/said this — that’s great, but I also know that that can be spun to make the person not look so bad. But actual video evidence - that’s not going to be spun. Not when you can see the idol’s expressions, watch how they process what’s being said, hear their responses, etc and - frankly - I’m socially anxious spectrum person from the queer community with a decade of psychology training, I know how to read expressions and body language, I have learned that skill for decades. THAT is the real indicator. And I was perfectly happy accepting this group as being supportive without that video evidence but honestly seeing it is so much more real, it’s that physical proof that I almost never get.
And all the evidence you listed as well, 99% of it - if they’d responded in a more neutral way, say, - Mingi making some joke instead of getting serious; Seonghwa saying he bought the toothpaste bc he thought it was pretty (or not commenting at all about what it meant); being far less invested (both San and Woo) with their male fans, just smiling and saying something general and nice..
All San had to say was thank you to that fan, and it would have made his day - but instead he took the time to respond thoughtfully and positively in a way that showed he listened and understood. — Nothing bad would have happened if they’d been more neutral. Nobody would’ve called them homophobes, horrible people, etc - because they would be acting like 90% of the groups out there, no active, open support or dislike, just neutrality.
So the whole “they have to do it” - they really don’t, because they could be entirely neutral about things with no backlash. (Honestly probably would have had less backlash by remaining neutral because I’m sure anti-lgbt+ fans aren’t delighted by the support at all, and I wouldn’t be shocked if they lost a few fans over that support). They chose to be that supportive presence - the whole group, not just 1 or 2 nice members, but overall, they as a group have made that choice and that means something.
Adding into general support - the comment about how their group color should be rainbow when asked about official colors as well; and their whole subtle rainbow agenda during their Thanxx stages.
I’d also like to point out that it’s consistent. It’s not 1 or 2 times they were supportive and the rest is just meh, neutral. They’ve been consistent in this behavior for a long while. I just finished their pre-debut reality show actually, and couldn’t help but notice that during their improv class - they changed the genders, rather than playing a girl/boy - they played boyfriends; and instead of a girl bringing her boyfriend home to her parents, it was a boy bringing a boy home to his dads — Sure, it’s easy to say oh they just didn’t want to play girls, but that’s sort of a kpop thing it seems? Every group does that (and they’ve played girl roles in other shows so it isn’t that.)
And when they were showing their first fanmeet - I noticed the camera showing male fans which, unless it’s an American or European program filming sth for kpop, I don’t think I’ve ever seen? I noticed hello82 doing it as well, but assumed since that’s an LA based company it was bc of that, but their pre debut show was headed by their own company iirc? - Which tells damn near all I need to know, and it’s all good.
(I could rant about this for hours because it’s just so damn nice to see so you’re not alone there lol)
Yeosang is adorable and should be everyone’s favorite, he’s just too sweet 😭It’s fierce because he’s a shy little guy and everyone’s gonna do everything they can to make him laugh 😂 - I adore him to pieces, I mean - I’m biased given my biases — but even before they were, he was absolutely one of the first members I noticed. He’s so cute and how someone that strong can simultaneously be so tiny - it is magic. Truly, he’s a wizard lol. He has every single member (and a solid chunk of the fanbase) absolutely smitten and whipped by him and nobody’s upset about it lmao.
I DID SEE ARIN, my God😭 - my heart genuinely needs a break from the cute with those kids. If they don’t have at least Woo back on the show soon I might implode (tho if it was just Woo the siblings would be upset, so I think they HAVE to bring back all of them. Or just hand the whole group over to the kids for a day. Jaeyul would be able to keep most of them plenty busy just by himself 🥹
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