#freaky writes

“Jax?” The words were uttered in such a soft voice that Jax nearly broke. His heart hammered loud and fast deep within his chest- the rabbit's chest. The feeling rising and pushing against his chest felt more rabbit than him. It always felt more animalistic than him. He wasn’t an animal, he was a human, he was a human, he was… The thoughts were becoming increasingly unstable. He was unstable.

“Don’t.” The word ripped through his throat, leaving the feeling of rawness behind. He choked his whine of discomfort down and settled for a low growl, ignoring the pain that followed. His word was supposed to scare, supposed to send her away. Instead, a hand lightly rested on his forearm.

“I’m not leaving you. You need to calm down. You almost-”

“I know.” Such a whiplash change in tone, and the hand that rested against his arm shook. The rabbit trembled, but he was stock still. He could feel the weight of denial slip from his shoulders. No one else was around. No one else saw. Or did they? Pinpricked pupils danced back and forth, refusing to take in the person, the jester, that stood before him. The image danced from cartoon to human. The worlds were too blended. He felt more augmented than real, but Pomni? She was real. She was human. He was human. Was he human? His figure blurred and danced before the jester. His harsh animated lines became undetectable swirls of incoherence. Lights danced around his head, promising a bright future, a comfortable place to rest. The rabbit longed to rush towards the technicolor world gracing their vision, but Jax was scared. He could feel the chokehold of fear that wound its way around his throat.

“I-” Pomni’s voice dropped as her hand slipped from Jax’s arm. A whimper hummed at the back of his throat. This was human. The human need to keep her.

“Don’t. Go.” Vulnerable words taste bad as they slip past his lips. The rabbit’s lips. Both frozen fear. Pomni’s blurred form became too jester-like. Too cartoon. Her hand lifted, a few paces away from Jax’s arm. Her hands widened cartoon figure, fitted with too white gloves. Her eyes were wider than normal, a kaleidoscope of red and blue swirled together in her iris. Pink cheeks frozen in an uncomfortable, confused smile.

“I won’t. I’m not leaving. I just-” Her eyes drop from Jax’s to her hand. It twisted and twirled unnaturally. Pomni’s hand matched the quivering of Jax’s avatar. He always forgot how contagious this was.

“I’m sorry.” The first real apology. The rabbit wretches deep within him, content on running and hiding, yet Jax remains. His eyes begged the jester to understand, it wasn’t him. It was never him. It was this poisonous place, the tampering of the mind. He was sorry. He was so sorry.

The sound of screeching tires, the decal of skulls on the sides, the chrome and shiny black finish, spikes and studs along the trim, real black leather seats, and a real sliver skull mount on the handlebars to tie it all together. His motorcycle was in prim condition like it was fresh out of the factory.

Her eyes were wide in wonder she circled the motorcycle a few times, socking in every detail she could. She crouched here and there to get better views at it, her voice gasping with each new thing she discovered about it.

Freaky visited his place first. It wasn’t too far from where she lived. Only about thirty minutes minutes away in good traffic. Her car was recently new but had some wear and tear. The two were talking about something that led to vehicles which brought them outside.

“Oh my goodness, it looks like it belongs in a movie.” The zombie finally stood up and smiled in glee at Blackberry. “And you manage to keep in tip top shape, even living out in the woods. You must have put a lot of love and care into it.”

“WELL OF COURSE!” Blackberry beamed. “ONLY THE BEST OF THE BEST OF MOTORCYCLES ARE WORTHY TO MY STANDARDS!! FOR I, THE MALEVOLENT SANS, HAVE QUIET HIGH ONES!!”

She smiled only wider at him, and then she looked at her watch.

“Hey, it’s getting late. I better leave now before traffic gets bad.”

“WAIT?! YOU’RE LEAVING?!”

“Yeah if I don’t leave now, it’ll take me an hour to get home.”

The zombie was putting her stuff away in her car when she saw his face. The skeleton looked disappointed and was about to say something, but she spoke up first.

“Hey, how about you pick me up tomorrow at ten on that hot motorcycle of yours, and you show me around town? Sounds good?”

And that’s how she wound up waking up early and dressed how she was. Spiked ankle boots, ripped skinny jeans, a dark purple corset top, and a black leather jacket, and with spiked jewelry to tie it all together.

Right on cue, the skeleton monster pulled up in her drive way. She was waiting for him, leaning against the porch railing. The zombie was mostly waiting to see the look on his skull.

And it was worth it.

Once her removed his helmet and got a good look at her, his eye-lights went out. His whole face turned from a soft blush on his cheekbones to a full on skull indigo hue. And for once she had met this monster, he was speechless.

“You’re right on time.” She broke the ice.

The skeleton monster got his loud voice back. “THE MALEVOLENT SANS IS ALWAYS PUNCTUAL NO MATTER IT IS!!”

“Let’s get going then.”

The zombie went to towards the motorcycle and got her helmet. She sat right behind him and scooted close to him. She got as close she could before her chest was resting against his back. Then her hands went to his hipbones and slowly made her way to his waist. Freaky could feel Blackberry going rigid for a moment. She made sure she had a firm grip on him.

Finally he drove out of her beach home and towards town. The zombie didn’t know it yet, but this was their first official date and he planned to show her everything he could on that hot ride of his.

((What this? A two for one deal is what it is. Have some more FreakyHorror. Warning: mentioning of slight gore.))

He woke up once the sunlight reached his skull, blinding him a bit. He groaned a bit in annoyance, it was one of the best nights he had in a good while. The skeleton sat up and looked around. The room was decorated with odd pieces and was spotless. He could hear the ocean waves.

This isn’t his room.

Of course it wasn’t. He had stayed the night at her place. It explains how well rested he was but also how on edge he felt. The skeleton monster wasn’t used to this peacefulness. He remembers bits and pieces, at best, of time being in a cycle, a loop that never ended; and that a certain single factor was able to change all of that in a blink of an eye. He didn’t enjoy the uncertainty of what tomorrow could bring, left it open to the hands of fate and karma.

The distant sound of something falling to the ground brought him back to the now.

How long has he’s been sitting in bed?

His bone fingers were scraping the rim of his empty eye socket. He removed them, and shook off the feeling of yesterday to the here and now.

The smell was what brought him out of bed. The haunting reminder of hunger engraved in the very pit of his soul. He followed the meaty smell to the kitchen. The aroma was filled with frying bacon, the rich scent of coffee, and something familiar that something from the basement.

And there she was, hair up in a messy bun and dressed in an oversized t-shirt. The woman was picking up a pan; it was caused the crashing sound from before. The skeleton monster couldn’t help but stare right at her ass as she cleaned the mess. Her back was still towards him as she stood up. The bruises and bite marks he marked on her were healing at a rapid pace like always.

It intrigued but also annoyed him. She was dead yet had … healing magic? Humans have very weak, poor healing magic. Only mages could have stronger healing magic, but not as powerful compared to monsters. They need medicine, machines to help them.

“Did I wake you?” she interrupted his train of thought. Her voice was soft and caring. “Sorry about that. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

He didn’t respond. She finally turned to look at him. His single eye-light was looking at her direction but more like through her.

“Sans.” The zombie snapped her fingers. “You okay?”

“yeah,” he finally spoke up.

“I see you’re not a morning person. It took me decades to finally wake up when the sun rises.” The zombie went back to the stove. “How do you like your eggs and bacon?”

“i’ll have them however you make them as long they’re eggcellent.”

“Okay, two chef choice coming right up.” She giggled at his pun and went back to cooking.

The skeleton monster sat down at the table and stared at her. He wasn’t used to this at all. He hated how on edge he felt, like the universe was the verge to grab him and throw him back to reality. But Sans was already there, on the surface, both him and his brother, freedom from the Underground, and he was with her.

He’s … enjoying this … all of this. When was the last time he felt content; truly happy living in the present? But the lingering past was clawing at his mind. A fake grin plastered on his face.

She hummed a bit and her cooking was about done. She got everything ready and turned the stove off. Their breakfast was simple, scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, but smelled like a 5-star chef cooked it. The zombie severed his plate first and then hers before sitting down across from him.

“Hope you like them,” she said.

They ate in silence for a bit. He noticed her eggs look different from his, there were some grey stuff in them. She caught him staring at her meal.

“Eggs and other meats are considered brain food, but it depends whose asking.” The zombie gave him a smile and continued to eat.

That was one thing out of several, she would never share with Sans. She made it clear that her collection in the basement was only for her and no one else. He understood and never questioned it. The skeleton noticed right away that the zombie hardly shared anything that involved her personal self. Granted she shared many others things, but those were mostly material things and her own body. But when it came to her past, she was a locked safe, hidden from all that knew her.

He didn’t even know her real name.

“You know,” she said, breaking his train of thought again, “I see you as a real friend. I haven’t had a real friend in-”

She pauses.

“-I can’t even remember how far back. But I want to say is that I enjoy spending time with you, beyond the sex.”

“well i do rise to the occasion when i see you.”

“You sure do.” The zombie winks and sticks out her tongue at him.

He gave out a chuckle.

“We have an understanding of each other, we don’t try to pry or try to fix each other. We share if we want to and I want to share now.”

Sans stopped eating a looked at her with his single eye-light.

“My kin name is an old one but the word that comes close to it is Rapture.”

The air was quiet, even the ocean waves outside fell silent for them. They stared at each other.

“nice to meet you rapture, i hoped last night was utter bliss for you.”

The zombie giggled at first and then her laughter grew to the point she had a hard time breathing.

“Oh sugar skull,” she snorted, “I can’t keep up with you this morning.”

Sans wouldn’t get used this anytime soon, but her laughter and smile made it seemed a bit better. He chuckled and made more puns.

He hated what he was doing.

The skeleton monster was making the zombie his anchor to the here and now.

((Seems to be a bit of trouble in paradise. I see Axe as the type of monster to keep his problems to himself. Freaky has spent a good amount of personal time with him to notice when something is off but knows better than to pry. She figures if Axe’s wants to talk, he will.))

the tortoise’s two cents:  Oooo, this was awesome, Freaky!  And I’m so sorry this took so long to post!  I’m cleaning my askbox and queuing up asks/submissions, and I have to keep refreshing to load things because for some reason, tumblr likes to pretend half my asks aren’t there.  So I just refreshed and realized I hadn’t posted this yet!  

I love her and Black on the motorcycle, and I thought that Axe and Freaky bonding over breakfast was a nice touch.  So was the fact that he recognizes what he’s doing--that he’s using her as an anchor to the present, rather than being consumed by the past--yet that doesn’t actually change anything.  I see him as the type to keep his problems to himself, definitely.  

“Maksis…” The words fell gruffly from Cerberus’s figure head, Roen. He knew that power-hungry leaders were never made to last, but he couldn’t help but feel a tug of remorse in his chest. His heart thudded, but he swallowed down the pitiful whine that climbed up his throat. The spirit of Cerberus pooled in his stomach, begging him to rush to their master's side. Roen ignored the aching want; his face showed nothing. The only clue to his upset was unshed tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

“Come.” The demand was nearly a whisper as the lord was slowly dimming. His essence pulled into the locked book of purgatory. Roen inched closer, ignoring the way Cerberus wanted to lunge at its master, “Loyal pup, promise me one thing. Look after the grimoire.” The words were mush, but Roen knew what he wanted—a final act of loyalty to his lord. The blue-haired figure head allowed himself to shrink, allowing his limbs to condense into the small body of a pooch. The last of the lord’s essence faded, and Cerberus’s spirit ached to follow. Roen trudged away, ignoring the heaviness that had seeped into his heart. He spared a glance at Arlond, the Devil of liberation. Roen knew the realm would be in decent hands, a heavy hand but less dangerous than his master. The new king didn’t spare a glance at the pup as Roen left.

It was the scent that drew him out of the Demon Realm. The sweetness of elderberry mingled with cloves and nutmeg. The smell of the grimoire, warm and inviting to the swirling shadows of the world. The small form Roen had chosen remained hidden behind a field of brush and lilacs. Gleeful giggles of a small child floated around Roen. Tinkling chimes were what popped into the small dog's head. This must be her—the grimoire. I lay my life before her, lord Maksis.

“Ritsuka, come along, darling. Lunch time!” The words were chipper and full of adoration. Maria, Roen’s mind supplied. The lover of Maksis. The dog steadied himself as he felt the spirit of Cerberus churn in his stomach. The loyal guard of Maksis felt compelled to protect the heart of Maksis as well. The two were in agreement for the first time since the lord's departure from the Demon Realm. Quickly, Roen surged forward, the scent of elderberries guiding him towards a small toddling child. Her hair was a rich mahogany with wide eyes of honeycomb. Her brows were furrowed in concentration as she chased after her mother’s words. The aforementioned mother stood patiently at the doorway, her eyes once trained on her daughter, moved to Roen. He lowered himself closer to the ground, submitting. A single nod of okay surged the figure head of Cerberus forward. Beside Maria stood a boy a few years older than the grimoire. He had blood-red hair and the smell of rats clinging to his skin and clothing. A Dhampir, the sudden realization startled the small guard. He knew Maria was fond of Maksis, but had no idea she had found a Vampire lover as well. Darkness flocks to the soft kindness of the sun. Roen knew this, so he decided to hold his thoughts in the back of his mind and wait till he could speak to his new mistress.

“Aunt Maria, look. A dog!” The words of the Dhampir were soft, and the name of his mistress felt clunky coming out of his mouth. It held an air of uncertainty as Maria sighed,

“I told you, Lindo, you don’t have to call me aunt. I am just as much your mother as I am to Ritsuka. You’re her guardian after all, right?” A nod of okay, and the Dhampir dropped his gaze to the grass. That explains that thought, Roen.

“Mama, Bubba, Puppy!” The tinkling chimes from earlier spiraled out of the small Ritsuka. Her grubby hands wound themselves into his fur with excitement. Panic took over his heart as it th-th-thudded painfully in his chest. The smell of darkness and nature furled itself around him.

“Easy, Ritsuka. You have to be gentle with such a little puppy.” Maria teased. She could read in-between the guards' glamour; she was trained in sensing the dark beings after all. Maria knew Roen would be fine from a few small pulls and tugs of a child’s hand. Yet, she eased the grip of the Grimoire’s fingers with a soft smile, “There. You have to pet the puppy. Come over here, Lindo. Go ahead and give the pup a pet, too. I have a feeling he’s going to stick around.” Another knowing smile was thrown Roen’s way. The sparkle in Maria’s eye was a promise that they would talk later. Roen made sure to swallow his nerves.

“Au-mother. I don’t think I should.” The Dhampir moved away from Roen and the giggly Grimoire. He knows too…Roen knew the boy had eyes to see past the mist of the darkness. He could tell Devil, from Vamp, to any other creature that went bump in the night. Roen resisted the urge to smirk at the baby Dhampir; they had always had such a strained relationship anyway.

“That’s fine, Lindo, but I assure you that this pup won’t bite.” A warning glare was sent Roen’s way. If the Dhampir was going to be important to the Mistress and the Grimoire, Cerberus and Roen could behave. He prided himself on being a good, loyal guard. He kept his canines closed and leaned towards the quivering Dhampir. Lindo eyed him suspiciously, rightfully so, and eased a trembling hand out. Roen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The Dhampir’s hand was cooler than his Grimoire counterpart. The shakiness made the pet feel messy, but Roen didn’t move. The Cerberus spirit seemed to preen at the touch regardless of who it was. Home, it purred. The feeling of safety flooded beneath Roen’s skin. The mistress being near made everything better for Cerberus. Roen pretended he didn’t feel the same way.

“Alright, talk.” The kids had long since been put to bed. The small dog had curled up beside the fire, a deadly chill in the air despite the summer season. Roen tilted his head to the side while Maria seethed in her own corner of the living room, “Don’t play dumb. I know a servant of Maksis when I see them. There is always some kind of subtle golden glow to you all.” The admittance of seeing the glamour had been a small shock to Roen, trained to see the subtle blur of the glamour, sure, but the whole golden shine of the magic? The mistress knew how to shock him, that was for sure. He let the gold fall and allowed himself to be seen in his old vessel, the figurehead of Cerberus. He could feel fatigue within his varying limbs as he found himself cross-legged on the soft carpet,

“Gold, huh? I thought you were trained to see the blur. I didn’t know you could see the magic in its entirety. I figured the Dhampir was the only one here strong enough to see past the glamour. You are ever impressive, Miss Maria.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, dog. Tell me, what are you doing here?” The words were cold, making the beast of Cerberus flinch.

“Maksis has fallen. The liberator has sealed him away. His last wish was for me to guard the Grim-”

“Do not call my daughter that vile name.” The scorn of Maria caused a whimper to escape Roen’s throat. He pretended to clear it from sudden congestion,

“Vile? The power of one of the greatest devils flows through your offspring's veins. You could own the world. The Grim-”

“Ritsuka. That is her name. To be anything more than human is vile.”

“Don’t let the Dhampir hear you say that.” A standstill silence held between the two. The blue-haired devil smirked as Maria relented with a sigh, “You know nothing of my family. My mistakes. My father. You. Know. Nothing.” The words were punctuated with an annoyed growl. Roen shuttered away the feeling of nausea that swirled through his stomach.

“I know plenty, Miss Maria. Are you so naive to believe that Lord Maksis wouldn’t have kept an eye on you? He loved you, you know. The warmth and kindness you gave him despite the golden aura of devil magic. Your keen eyes knew, did your father have the sight? Did your sister?” Roen kept his voice light and teasing, ignoring the pain of want. He had always been fond of knowledge,

Summary: Shirayuki is gone for a couple days. The boys miss her but find comfort in one another. A Shirayuki x Zen x Obi getting together fic.

“How much longer?” The whine of his voice made him seem less princely and more toddler-like. Obi bit back his smirk, as Zen scowled, “It’s not funny. I miss her.” His arms crossed the front of his chest as his bottom lip quivered into a pout. The documents that needed signing were long forgotten. The ink-well and pen sat precariously on the edge of the desk, drying up in the dwindling hours. The sun was just dipping beneath the horizon, and Zen’s eyes never left it. The deepening red hues bled into a deep purple that brought the promise of nightfall. It was the red that drew Zen in, and if Obi was being honest, drew him in too. Both boys had their eyes locked on the window. Mitsuhide and Kiki watched with growing annoyance, but failed to hide their soft smiles, reserved for only this- the small moments of humanity that breeched their stoic Obi, and princely Zen.

“Only a few more days, your highness. I am sure Garak and the gang will be back as quickly as possible.” A small hum of agreement came from Kiki as Zen rolled his eyes,

“I know. I know-” The fight died on his tongue and settled into a long sigh. “I just need her in my sight, and it’s worse that Obi is here too.” The guard turned in mock-surprise at the sound of his name. His hand came up to his chest as he gasped,

“Why, Master, here I thought you loved my presence. I am appalled. If I’m not wanted, then perhaps I shall go-” A hand grasps Obi’s wrist, keeping him from leaving.

“No, you know that’s not what I meant. I’m just anxious. Every time she leaves our sight, something happens. Ryu and Garak care for her, but they don’t have your skill set. I only trust you, Obi.” His hand never once left Obi’s wrist. A deep heat settled on the guard's cheeks as his free arm rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly,

“I wasn’t going to leave. It was just a joke…” He trailed off. Zen’s fingers squeezed tightly, a warning. Not a time for joking, Obi could read between the lines.

“Shira-”

“Don’t. Please don’t say her name. I can’t bear to hear it without her face.”

“That is a little over dramatic, don’t you think?” Obi could hear the bubbling giggles hidden between the words. No jokes about leaving, but over-dramatic antics? That was okay. Zen swayed in his seat, his fingers still tight against Obi’s wrist, as his other hand cascaded over his forehead,

“Over dramatic? Me? I’m nearly faint at the thought.” The group fell into neat giggles. Mistuhide was quick to share a glance at Kiki. The blonde subtly shifted her eyes from Obi’s wrist back to her partner. A smug smirk was shared between the two as the room filled with more laughter.

“How much longer until they figure it out?” The question had bounced between the pair before. Their watchful gazes carefully followed the twisting shadow of Zen. His faux sword hit each dummy with accuracy. He had been at it for over an hour, sweat glistening on his forehead. The sweep of the faux sword was fatally hard. Mitsuhide winced, glad they had bowed out as partners so Zen could let out some steam. Obi was off wandering about. They were both sure he needed to let out some steam as well. They had been pacing in the room, constantly on edge in worry. It was Kiki’s idea to let them out, but they still looked and behaved like they were caged animals. Mitsuhide swore he heard a growl escape from Zen as the dummy’s head clattered to the floor,

“You saw how long it took Zen to figure out his feelings for Shirayuki. He’s kind of dumb when it comes to this.” Kiki’s words were low and murmured beneath her breath. Zen seemed to have freakish hearing when it came to his ramped-up emotions, “Our Obi, on the other hand…”

“He has always been freakishly observant. I bet he’s too busy living in his head out of fear-”

“Fear of what?” Obi’s breath tickled the back of Mitsuhide’s neck. Goose bumps rise beneath the softness. A scream lodges in Mitsuhide’s throat, and his hands clasp his chest,

“Jesus Obi, we really should put a bell on you.” The giant guard leans forward and heaves in deep breaths in hopes of calming his erratic heartbeat. Both Kiki and Obi giggle at the sight, “Did that not scare you?” Mitsuhide demands of the giggling blonde, who only shrugs her shoulders,

“I have nerves of steel.” The nonchalant answer introduces another round of laughter. The sweat-dripping Zen is pulled away from the torn-apart dummies and turns towards the group,

“What’s going on?” The prince wipes his white hair off his forehead and leans down to grab the water bottle. His eyes fall to Obi first. He ignores the way his stomach somersaults at the sight of him. A nagging feeling grinds at the back of his mind that something, no, someone, is missing. The somersaults twist into nausea. He needs her here besides Obi. He needs her AND him.

“Nothing, Master. Mistuhide and Kiki were just startled by my presence. They think I need a bell. Do you think I need one?” The question is lilted with a tone of teasing. Obi’s eyes never leave Zen’s. The two always end up in some sort of staring match, neither ever backing down.

“No. Mistsuhide just needs to become more like Kiki.” Zen jokes as he glances quickly at the keeled-over guard. His ragged breathing had gone back to normal. The pose now just seems to be more dramatic than anything.

“Hey! Not everyone can be made of metal. She’s practically a robot!”

“Now that one hurt. You should be nicer to women.” Kiki chastised the now frowning Mitsuhide. The two of them hoped the dramatics would distract the prince and the ever-watchful Obi. Their hope dwindled when they both caught the questioning eye from Obi,

“You look like you devastated some dummies, Master. Maybe you should take a cool-down walk.” The suggestion was more like a command. Zen frowned, but took the command with a shrug of his shoulders,

“Yeah, I guess.” The prince turned to walk away, his shoulders hunched to his ears as he stumbled away uncomfortably. He hated the feeling of being left out, but he trusted that Obi sent him away for his benefit. He never questioned his friends, as faith always worked out for him in the end.

“I’ll apologize later,” Obi started when he was sent a stern look his way from Mitsuhide, “but for now, I need to talk about your little rendezvous. The Prince doesn’t need to hear speculations that you have about me.” Obi’s voice was steady, and his shoulders squared. Over time, at the castle, Obi’s walls had crumbled. He slunked around with a slouch and an easy smile resting on his lips. In front of them, the old Obi returned. There was no warmth to his face, and his back was erect.

“Easy, Obi. Nothing we said was terrible. I admit, we can be a little bit of gossipers. We aren’t conspirators against Zen or you. You’re our friend.” At the word friend, the tightly wound shoulders of Obi eased a bit. He gave a curt nod,

A fruits basket one shot where Tohru and Kyo are called mom and dad. I have never written anything for Fruits Basket so this is probably very out of character and honestly very bad. Still, enjoy!

Word count: 2504

Trigger Warnings: none, this is all pure fluff

“Miss Honda?” Yuki’s voice was soft, careful not to pull the attention of the other students passing by his way. His shadowed loomed over the sitting girl who beamed up at him, head tilted slightly to the side,

“Yes?” Tohru’s voice was just as soft although it was filled to the brim with excited curiosity.

“Would it be alright if the student council group joined this group for lunch tomorrow?” Yuki’s eyes remained on the ground like a child nervously asking for a toy. A small smile graced his lips as Tohru nodded enthusiastically,

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“Of course! I am so glad! I can’t wait to meet them.” The girl before him gushed on and on before driving herself into a panic,

“Should I make them lunch? I can prepare a small meal for everyone. Do you think they would like that? A small lunch type platter…” The girl verbally made a list of groceries and what she needed to do tonight and tomorrow to make a friendship feast. Yuki watched in both amazement and horror but expected nothing less from Miss Honda,

“Y-You really don’t have to do that. They just really want to meet you and everybody else. Combine groups. That’s all.” Yuki choked out the sentence as Tohru trailed off to look at him,

“I know that but their your friends, Yuki. I want to do this.” Tohru’s voice was soft but full of genuinity that it almost took Yuki back,

“I almost forgot who I am talking to. Thank you, Miss Honda. I am sure they will love it.” Tohru and Yuki shared a smile as their friends voices filled the afternoon air,

“Tohru! Tohru!” the bounding bunny quickly came between Yuki and Tohru, bouncing on the tips of his toes,

“Momiji! It’s so good to see you!” The genuine beam of a smile caused the bunny to only bounce faster as the annoying cat sulked around to sit near Tohru. Tohru still listening intently to the rambling Momiji, her hand finding its way next to her and close to Kyo’s own resting hand. No one accept Yuki and Kyo himself seemed to notice. Kyo’s face as red as his hair and Yuki’s face filled with an unspoken threat, care for her or I’ll kill you. Hanajima, Uotoni, and Haru came next, a sign that Yuki’s time with the girl before him was over. With a small smile he turned to head to the student council meeting,

“Yuki!” Tohru’s yell caught him as he turned half way back, a matching smile on her lips, “Just take care of yourself, okay? Don’t work too hard.”

“Of course Miss. Honda, I will see you later today.” The giggling voices and loud arguments erupted behind Yuki as he left to find Machi and the others.

***

Machi and the others were easy to find, all sat around the small table in the student council room. A deep breath and Yuki opened the door caught in a whirlwind of excited shouts and complaints,

“Yun-Yun! You finally came to Kimi and others! Kimi is so excited.”

“Hey Yun-Yun. What did mom say about lunch?”

“Where were you?! The meeting started 2 minutes ago! You of all people can NOT be slacking President!”

“Yuki.”

The voices clamored over each other but Yuki settled on sitting next to Machi and glaring at Manabe,

“What did you call Miss Honda?” The venom in Yuki’s voice only caused the group to snicker as Manabe’s smile widened into a full blown smirk,

“Mom. what did she say about lunch tomorrow?” Manabe’s voice lilted with laughter as Yuki let a scowl settle on his face,

“Do. Not. Call. Her. That.” Each word was punctuated with a deepening glare that caused the others in the group to share a look as Manabe puffed out his chest,

“I can call her whatever I like. Who is to tell me not to?” Manabe made sure to lean forward, baiting the seething president,

“Yuki. He’s teasing. Lets just get started.” Machi’s voice was soft but it was enough to pull Yuki out of his glaring contest with Manabe. He turned to look at the soft spoken girl and let out a sigh,

“Fine, fine. It’s my fault anyways.” Yuki’s voice was soft when addressing Machi, always soft. Manabe’s chest puffed out even farther at the idea that he won this round with the president. Machi nodded a small smile finding its way onto her face.

“Alright lets get started…”

***

The meeting went with out too many issues. A few outburst from Nao about not being able to work in these conditions that caused a few “cut shortstop,” jokes from Kimi and Manabe. Overall, Yuki took it as a win. The early back and forth nearly slipped his mind, until he saw Manabe leaning against the door frame waiting for Yuki to catchup. Machi had already left, leaving Yuki to deal with her brother alone, and Yuki never really blamed her. Manabe was a lot.

“You know I was joking, right Yun-Yun?” Manabe made his voice a little lower than normal, maybe even holding a hint of apology in his tone. Grim faced, Yuki nodded,

“I know, its just-” The incomplete sentence hangs in the air between the two, the unspoken words a understanding that causes Manabe to break into his signature smirk. A smirk that Yuki has seen one too many times today, “Don’t even-”

“You haven’t told Miss Honda how you see her yet, have you? Oh Yun-Yun, you poor soul.” The mocking tone filling Yuki with weighted dread,

“No. I haven’t. I would like to keep it that way. I’m not ready yet-”

“Yet you told me about it? Doesn’t she deserve to know? Sure, it’s weird but it’s only fair. Honda deserves to know. Plus, based off what you have told me about her, I don’t think she will mind much.” Manabe shrugged as Yuki kept his eyes downcast,

“It could ruin everything. I can’t lose her. Not yet.” The words were spoken so softly, Manabe almost didn’t hear him. Another shrug was Yuki’s only response as Manabe turned to leave,

“Thanks, Manabe. I’ll- I’ll think about it. Just… don’t embarrass me tomorrow. Okay?” An olive branch of compromise for tomorrow yet,

“No promises Yun-Yun, I mean you should have seen your face today! See ya tomorrow?” Manabe stalked off, his laughter trailing behind him. Yuki sulked in the corner before making his way out of the council’s meeting room, the dread of tomorrow swirling in the pits of his stomach.

***

Anxiety fluttered in Yuki’s stomach as he entered the shared home,

“Ah, Yuki, great to see you have finally made your way home!” Shigure lamented as Tohru beamed and Kyo scowled,

“So he’s home, who cares?” Kyo’s retort was left unanswered. The usual back and forth falling flat. Kyo shrugged but Tohru wide eyed made sure to jump in,

“So Yuki, how was school today?” A lame attempt but Yuki just shook his head answering the unspoken question,

“I’m alright Miss Honda, just tired. Plus, I see no need interacting with that stupid cat.” Head up eye and chest puffed out, Yuki played up his normal hatred as Tohru’s posture relaxed at the normalcy,

“Oh, okay. Just let me know if you need anything. Okay, Yuki?” A simple huff was response enough as he headed up the stairs to his room.

“I wonder what that was all about.” Kyo muttered as once again Tohru sprang up wide-eyed,

“But he said he was alright. Maybe he’s just stressed from the student council! It has been a lot for him.” The girl tried to reason as Shigure nodded along. Kyo only shrugged, unsure of how to calm Tohru,

“Maybe.”

“Oh! I need to get started on dinner and the friendship feast. Kyo, do you want to help?” An innocent question but a deep blush rushed to the cat’s cheeks as he let out a hearty sigh,

“I guess. Someone needs to make sure you don’t injure yourself in the kitchen.” The two joked and talked as the banging of pots and pans filled the small room. Shigure sat with a book in hand and a sly smirk resting on his face.

***

“Hi, my name is Tohru Honda. It’s an honor to meet you all.” The sentence filled with excitement and genuine joy accompanied by a deep bow, “I really hope you enjoy this feast Kyo and I prepared!” The redhead tsked with a wave of a hand.

“This is Hatsuharu Sohma, Momiji Sohma, Hana-Chan, and Uo-Chan as well! We are all very excited to have you join our group today!” Tohru continued to ramble as the small group of student council members gawked at the overly polite girl.

“Tohru…Tohru!” a sudden hand on the top of her head with a reassuring pressure. Mouth moving but no words coming out, eyes up, finding Kyo’s hand resting there. It was enough to calm the easily flustered girl. Her shoulders relaxed and her smile became more apologetic. The first of the student council to step up was the up-tight Nao,

“It’s nice to meet you, and thank you for the food. I would like to apologize in advance for my dim-witted counterparts.” The annoyed tone accompanied with a slight bow. Manabe was quick to bring his hand down on top of Nao’s head,

“That’s. Rude. Short stack!”

“Ow! Manabe!? Really?!”

“Oh, please, there’s no need to fight. Really!” Tohru’s frantic voice cut through the sudden commotion. Tohru’s group just watched in amusement,

“This is going to be fun,” the rough voice of Uotoni’s whisper interrupted the argument as Hanajima only nodded in agreement,

“ I agree. Their waves are all so… interesting.” The girl in all black watched blankly as Machi was the next to step forward,

“It is lovely to meet you Miss Honda. Thank you for everything, truly.” The softness of Machi’s voice trembled with her intimidation of the sweet girl in front of her. Machi wasn’t scared of the girl, no. She was truly amazed at the kindness that helped shape Yuki into who he is and was filled with this type of awe. As much as she would never admit it to Yuki, Machi knew how important this meeting was. She wanted Tohru to like her, as Yuki’s designated mother. It was laughable really, how hard Machi was trying to get Tohru to like her even after hearing about her endless kindness,

“Please, call me Tohru. I truly hope we can be friends!” An outstretched hand is all that the trembling Machi needed to know that she was succeeding. Bringing her own hand to reach Tohru’s, she almost gasped at the warmth that worked its way up her arm,

“I would love that T-To-Tohru.” Machi tried to keep her features smooth, resisting the urge to tighten her face in annoyance with her stutters. Hands not yet close to letting go of one another was when Manabe finally stepped up,

“Yo, madre. How’s it hanging?” The icy glare Yuki sent his way almost stopped the gaining grin that consumed his face. Tohru’s group stared with wide jaws and unblinking eyes as Tohru’s face become heated with a ferocious blush,

“I- you- What?”

“What did you call her?” The striking calm voice of Kyo. He made sure to grab Tohru’s wrist closest to him. A subtle claim that seemed to say, watch your words. She’s mine. This only caused Manabe’s comical wide smile to grow even more,

“Don’t worry Padre. It’s just a joke. Yuki here…the way we heard about Miss Honda here, she sounded like a lovely mom to our dear Yun-Yun. It seems if she’s the mom, you’d be the dad.” Yuki’s face burned as Manabe stuck his tongue out towards Yuki in defiance before turning back to the blushing Tohru and the seething Kyo.

“It’s nice to meet everyone. Mom, Dad, Uo, Hana, Haru, and Momiji. Did I miss anyone?” The group clamored for anything to grab hold to in order to calm the blushing Kyo and Tohru,

“It really does fit. Ya know? Tohru does act quite like a mutter and I guess Kyo could be a grumpy Papa.” Momiji giggled at the thought as Haru nodded firmly,

“I could see it.” The rest of the group clamored to agree as Manabe slyly looked at the calming Yuki. The red flash of embarrassment turned pink as he just watched both groups agree at the concept, except Hanajima,

“No. If anything, Tohru is our darling, precious daughter. You all have to see it.” Hanajima’s eyes found Uo who nodded subtly. Kyo, without missing a beat,

“Fine. You two are the old hags of this family.” Letting go of Tohru’s wrist and crossing his arms across his chest, “If I am getting a role I don’t want then so are you too.” The two girls grumbled but accepted their fate as the next student council member jumped to be next,

“Kimi was worried for second that you forgot about her! You wouldn’t have let them, would you Yun-Yun?” The girls eyes widened and brimmed with false tears. Her fingers interlocked in front of her. Her lips jutted out as a small pout but all Yuki could do was role his eyes. Tohru jumped to respond,

“I am so sorry! We would never leave anybody out! It is a pleasure to meet you Kimi. Please enjoy some of the lunch we have prepared!” Tohru’s eyes sparkled as Kimi immediately perked up,

“Kimi thanks you so! Lets dig in!” At the final statement both groups agreed and surged towards the friendship feast. Manabe clamored to annoy the blushing cat, Nao turned to talk to Momiji and Haru in hopes of a riveting conversation (he only later learned he made a mistake), and Machi found confort next to the stoic Hanajima. Kimi jumped around to groups openly flirting and pouting with anyone she could. Tohru stood back and watched the scene, Yuki slowly walking up to her,

“It sure looks like we will all be friends in no time!” Tohru gushed as Yuki could only nod. The swirling dread from yesterday tightening into a knot in his stomach,

“I’m sorry about them. They can be a lot. I also want to apologize for the whole mo-”

“Don’t. I don’t mind being seen as a mother figure. I see it as an accomplishment. My whole life I have wanted to stay connected to my own mother. I have always tried to mimic her kindness and it’s an honor to know that others recognize that. You all can see me as a mother. I don’t mind. It makes my heart happy in the strangest way.” Tohru’s words trailed off as she watched Manabe’s smirk and Kyo’s signature scowl deepen. She choked down a laugh as Yuki let out a blinding smile. Ready to move on in the conversation he was taken aback when the two groups looked over at Tohru and then Kyo. All together,

Come get y’alls juice, its Kasplon time! 

Word count: 626

Trigger Warnings: None, this shit be cute as hell

Or the one where Eddie surprised Mike with breakfast in bed. 

The one where you get the same scrapes and bruises as your soulmate, featuring one young Eddie Kaspbrak. TW: alludes to abuse 

This would be reddie, eventually. I would love to write a part two and three if anyone is interested (: 

Word Count: 428

Knees and legs rubbed raw with earnest, as his mother fawned over the scrapes and bruises that decorated his knees and shins, 

“Quit that Eddie Bear, You’ll only make it worse.” His palms stopped mid-rub as his mother lumbered in his direction, a salve from the doctor teetering in her palm, ready to be smoothed onto his skin. Bending down took a long time, labored breath and words of comfort tumbling from her frowning lips, 

“Now how did this happen? I told you no running Edward.” The small child, wide-eyed and shaking kept his lips sealed. No matter how many times he told her that he didn’t run and that he didn’t trip, his mother only sighed loudly and sent him to bed with pills pushed down his throat and no dinner. 

*Lydia was never good at blending in with her all-black attire and smudged eyeliner. Her hair was teased, and to say she stuck out like a sore thumb while walking down the streets of Derry, Maine was an understatement. The people of the small town stared and frantically made religious gestures as she passed by, enough to last a lifetime. Though Lydia Deetz wasn’t one to care, she would only be here for another two weeks, an impromptu unwanted vacation- but her dad and Delia seemed to be happy, so she went along with it.