#<- yeah i caved. made an au tag. what of it
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On a Lead
Summary: Bakugou insults you and the next time you see him is when the village is being raided.
Tags: Bakugou x reader, not beta read, Minecraft AU, emotion hurt/comfort, fluff, no quirks, pet names
A/N: Using my writing skills I got from my writing class to this. Should I be writing an assignment for that same class that's due tomorrow, yeah I should. But I did two assignments today so I think I deserved a little break.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Bakugou?”
“Eh?! You scared or something, chicken little?”
You glared at the man as he brought out his flint and steel, He lit it at the obsidian stone, and soon a purple glow enlightened from the centre.
An eerie sound emitted from the portal, making your back shiver.
Bakugou brought out his diamond axe as he started walking forward towards you. You grabbed hold of his black skull shirt quickly, making him turn to you with a glare.
“What is it?” He growled at you.
“I don’t think this is a good idea-”
“Then don’t come with me!”
“Bakugou please!” You pulled at his shirt to make him turn to you. “I know you're the better adventure and fighter than me, but going into the nether is a bad idea!”
Bakugou pulled it away from you. “Don’t you want answers?! Don’t you want to know why we and others all just woke up in this world?!”
“Of course I want to know, Bakugou!” You shouted at him, feeling your bottom lip wobble. You were the lava bubbles echoing in the cave. “But… You could get hurt in there… You may not-”
“I’m not a weakling like you.” His voice rang coldly in your ear. “You and your friends are just farmers. If you guys are alright being in that rebuilt village and farming all your lives, go ahead. But I’m not like that.”
Bakugou’s harsh words made your arms feel like jelly, so when he pulled himself out of your grasp it easily left. He walked through the portal. He didn’t even look back at you as his body disappeared into the purple mist.
Your chest grew tight and your vision grew a bit blurry. You rubbed your eyes as you turned your back on the portal you helped Bakugou make and made your way back through the cave.
Bakugou and his friends were different from you and your friends. His friends travelled and adventured together, fighting monsters and exploring. While you and your friends rebuilt a village, farmed and mined. At most, you would have to fight raiders. Your group monster spawn protected the village and always went into the mines with a shield.
Apparently, 700 people like you and Bakugou all one day woke up in the world you have been calling your home for a year. Yet none of you could remember your life before any of this.
Bakugou and his friends were part of a group of 60 people who went out adventuring to find answers. The reason of the 600 were split into three groups. The red stoners who made monster farms, the traders, and your group the farmers and miners. The remaining 40 were seen as elders by the groups.
Your group would gather the foods and minerals and then define them, making them into ores, blocks, food, etc. You would then trade those to the trader groups who then will trade with the red stones. The adventures also trade with the traders when they come around.
In other words, everyone interacts with the traders.
The 700 of you called yourself the U.A. Alliance. You and your friends aren’t aware of anyone else joining your world, so you’re not sure why the others decided this name was needed.
As you climbed out of the cave, your eyes landed on your purple-haired friend.
You attempted to smile at him. “Shinso, you waited for me?”
“Where's Bakugou?” Shinso asked you. “Did he say something mean to you?”
You stared at him before lowering your head and pouting your lower lip. “Yeah… He called me a weakling before entering a nether portal.”
Shinso scoffed, looking away from you. “He’s such a jackass.”
You bit the inside of your mouth before walking past him. “I don’t, maybe he’s right.”
Shinso looked at you, his face unreadable. “Don’t say that about yourself. He’s just an uncaring creature.”
There was a screech in the sky. You looked up and as soon as you saw them your eyes almost popped out of your head.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHINSO! HOW MANY PHANTOM DO YOU HAVE?!”
“Don’t worry about it.” He lightly chuckled as he brought out his iron sword. “I’m harvesting their membranes.”
You gave him a look before turning. “Alright, I’m going to bed. Good night, Shinso.”
Almost a week later, you were feeding your prized sheep, jeb_. Bakugou had yet to return from the nether and now some of his friends were asking you what had happened.
You were temped to go in yourself and look for him yourself out of guilt. Maybe you should’ve gone with him like planned. At least that way if he got hurt, he wouldn’t be alone.
Suddenly the village bell was ringing. You sat up straight and looked to the centre of the village.
You saw many of the adventures quickly pull out their diamonds axes or swords and their shields all looking at something.
You quickly got up and ran out of the sheep barn to see a hoard of a raid coming in, your heart sinking.
You didn’t bring any of your weapons with you today.
You quickly ran to your hurt and pulled your iron sword from your chest and put in your iron chest plate and pants. You looked through out your chest and looked for your helmet but couldn’t find it in time.
“Shit.” You ran from your chest and started to sprint towards the fight.
A pillager turned towards you, glaring at you. He charged his crossbow and aimed it at you. You ditched out of the way as it fired at you before you hit your sword against said crossbow.
You then slashed your sword across his face which made him stumble back which gave you the opportunity to hit him two more times. He fell onto his back with a grunt before his body turned to dust. You noticed one shiny green emerald, quickly grabbing it before moving on to the next pillager in your line of sight.
You heard a horn ring out, indicating the second wave of raiders.
You panted, wiping off the sweat from your forehead as your stomach rumbled. You pulled out some bread from your pocket and quickly ate it.
You bit the inside of your mouth as you saw two Vindicators step closer. Their blue eyes and grey skin always made this sick uneasy feeling form in your stomach.
You pushed that feeling away as you ran towards the Vindicator, hitting your sword against him. He brought out his axe and used it to shield your attack.
He pushed you off of him, making you grunt as your back his the ground. You couldn’t feel the sun on the skin so you quickly rolled to the side.
As your eyes opened, you saw his axe cut into the earth where you were just. You gulped, quickly getting up and hitting his arm with your sword as he tried to pull his axe from the ground.
He yelled out in pain, quickly leaning on his axe so he could kick you off of him. You fell to the floor again and as you opened your eyes you were suddenly pulled back from a grip on your arm.
You gave out a yelp as you were chucked behind someone, that same someone pushing a TNT in a minecart. Once the Minecraft hit the Vindicator, you had to cover your ears from the loud explosion.
“OI!”
You looked up and saw a rather beaten down Bakugou, though his armour was no longer diamond blue but a darken grey.
“What wave is this?!” He asked.
“Second.” You quickly answered as you got up.
“Still using iron tools, chicken little?”
You glared at him. “You’ve been gone for 6 days.”
“I’ve already been chewed out by Kirishima, ‘aight?”
“Why you so dirty and burnt?”
“I’ll tell you when we’re done here.”
“Got it.”
Another horn rang through the air, singling the third wave.
And a Ravager was heard stomping before it was seen.
You bit the inside of your lip but Bakugou already ran towards it. You ran after him. You saw others fighting the Ravager as Bakugou approached. Bakugou pulled out his now black axe.
What the hell did he find in the nether?!
When Bakugou’s axe hit the beast, it let out a louder cry than what the diamond tools did to it. In fact, it seemed as though Bakugou’s upgraded tools seemed to have made it easier to defeat the beast.
The beast collapsed into dust, the horn ringing out for a longer time to indicate the raid was over.
Everyone sighed in relief, you sitting down on the grass. You looked up at the sky and saw the sun was ⅗ had been completed.
You heard people walk away and start talking to each other, but you also heard someone approach you. Soon you saw Bakugou’s face looking down at you.
“Oi, why ain’t you wearing your helmet? You want to get brain damage?”
“Couldn’t find it.”
Bakugou offered you his hand, which is odd.
You gently took it and Bakugou helped you up.
“I’m sorry.”
Silence rang throughout your ears. You turned to Bakugou and tilted your head. “Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said I’m sorry.” He repeated himself. “I shouldn’t have called you a weakling. You’re actually strong and brave.”
You felt your cheeks warm up lightly. “Oh. Thank you Bakugou.”
“Katsuki is fine.”
You felt your heart warmed. You wonder what happened in the nether for this to happen.
“So, why is your armour and axe now black?” You quickly asked as you tried to ignore the feeling growing in your chest.
Bakugou smirked. “You like it? It’s called netherite. I find it while I actually trying to sleep in the nether. Don’t do that. The beds explode.”
“Oh.” You gently took the axe from him and took a look at it. It definitely much stronger then diamond.
Suddenly a helmet was on your head, making you look up and noticed Bakugou was putting his helmet on you.
“What are you-?”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Bakugou butted in. “My armour is stronger than yours so you may as well wear it.”
Bakugou tightened the helmet onto your head to secure it. “Tighten enough?”
You nodded your head. “Yeah, it’s good.”
“Good.”
Bakugou gently held your face, looking down at you. His eyes were surprisingly soft as he looked at you, his breathing even too. You noticed him leaning closer and your heart started to panic.
“You going to tell me why you so dirty?” You asked him.
Bakugou sighed as he rolled his head on his neck. “Well, the nether is hot and lava is everywhere. I couldn’t see the sky at anypoint. There are also these pig things walking around that would attack if I wasn’t wearing gold.”
You let out a laugh. “Gold? Isn’t it weak?”
“Yeah but it’s everywhere in there, though in much tinier pieces. There was also these fiery gold things. They dropped these things.”
Bakugou leaned to grab something from his back pocket and let you have a closer look. You felt grabbed it and took a look.
“They look like fire trapped in a golden rod.” You described.
“What do you think it is?” He asked.
“I don’t know. Looks like something you would have to give to one of those trader guys.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes and made a vomiting sound. “Sounds lame.”
Bakugou took them take and put them back in his pocket. You took the chance to take a step back but Bakugou just followed your movements and stepped closer to you.
“I’m really sorry for what I said…” Bakugou’s cheeks were a light pink, making your heart jump a little. “I shouldn’t have called you a weakling.”
“... Thank you for apologising to me… Katsuki…” You replied.
Bakugou grabbed gently grabbed your face again and leaned in close.
“I was thinking…” Bakugou said gently. “While I was in the nether. Would you like to go travelling with me?”
Your heart beat fastened. “Travel with you?”
“Alone, just us two.”
Thump Thump.
“Why?”
“Do I need a reason to want to be with you?”
“... I just don’t understand.”
Bakugou called you by your name. “I want to be with you. I want you to be safe because of me. I don’t want those damn extras getting between us.”
Bakugou leaned closer until his and your lips were pressed together.
You lightly leaned closer as the knots in your shoulders felt as if they were loosening up.
“Oh my god, Bkaugou is kissing her!” You heard a happy feminine voice.
Yours and Bakugou’s lips parted and you both turned, seeing Mina, Kirishima, Denki and Sero all open mouths smiling from shock.
You felt Bakugou’s grip on your arms tightening before he let go and stomped towards them and started shouting at them. You watched as your cheeks warmed hotter and hotter.
Bakugou wanted you to travel with him, alone.
And he kissed you.
After apologising.
Your face heated up. Not wanting to be embarrassed, you quickly turned and made your way back to the sheep barn.
After all, you’d want jeb_ to come with you.
Bakugou called you by name as he stood at the door of your home. “Hurry up, chicken little!”
You open your door with a wide smile and your backpack on your back and your bundle around your waist.
Bakugou gave you a look. “Why are you carrying so much?”
“My bundle has all my farming seeds, and I’m carrying all nine of my tools. Everything else is nine stacks of cobble, fifteen stacks of wood, and two stacks of saplings. I also have one lead for jeb_!”
“But why?”
“For making the house, dummy!” You pouted and puffed your cheeks up at him.
“I meant the lead. Why?”
You gasped at such a question.
“JEB_ IS MY BELOVED PRIZED SHEEP, KATSUKI!”
“IT CHANGES COLOUR!”
“THATS WHY IT’S PRIZED!”
You two started to bicker with each other, Kirishima and Mina watched on with awe.
“You think they’ve tamed him?” Kirishima asked Mina.
“I think so?” Mina asked while tilting her head. “I’m surpised Bakugou wants to settle down with someone.”
“I’m surprised it’s with a farmer. I was always under the impression it would be with one of us adventures.”
You made your way to the sheep barn while pulling out your lead. You gently sechued it around jeb_ before letting him out of his stable. Bakugou waited, tapping his finger agonist his bicep.
“You ready now, chicken little?”
“Why do you even call me that? I ain’t a chicken.”
“Your little and cute, like a chicken.”
“I am not little!” You pouted.
Bakugou laughed before rubbing the top of your head. “Sure sure. Anyway, let’s get going.”
#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#x reader#bnha#bnha x reader#mha#mha x reader
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⚔️👑 shield and scepter 👑⚔️
Howdy, y'all! So my wonderful mutual @raemeh did this really cool fanart of my royalty Swiftli au (the fic for which can be found here), and I had some little design ideas about them in my wips, so I thought I'd post the two of them here! Thank you so much to everyone who's enjoyed it <333
#i also have a silly little au playlist that cookies and sei helped out with if folks are interested!#anyway. absolutely FLOORED that people enjoyed this silly little fic i impulse-wrote. it was so very highly self indulgent sdkjbkjadbfs#but good news! i think i'm probably going to write more of it :D my silly little knight and my silly little prince <333#also hope you don't mind the tag stingrae!!!#also also. ik there's a lot of fantasy/storybook dndads stuff going on#so if u like this kind of concept but also prefer other ships like say... marloakworthy... lovesong... gun control... nudges u to eah au#<- by the lovely kaseykat llumimoon and rindomness on here btw!!! feat. rin and nyx's kickass writing and cal and rin's kickass designs!!!#okokok enough blabbing i just. LOVE all the fucking storybook shenanigans this fandom has going on rn 🥰🥰🥰#dndads#swiftli#shield and scepter#<- yeah i caved. made an au tag. what of it#happi doodles#happi rambles
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Fic Masterlist
Because Tumblr search features are shit. Fandoms, Fics, and Series are organized in alphabetical order. Each link will send you to the Tumblr version but there will be a link to the AO3 version within that post. If you would rather go straight to AO3, my account is linked in the post pinned on my blog.
Assassin's Creed:
Of Blades and Parchment Series
Tumblr tag: #Of Blades and Parchment
Altmal AU where Malik never became an assassin and instead works as a crippled bookseller. Series is in progress.
DPxDC
Here's Where You'll Stay (3082 words, 1 chapter)
Tumblr Tag: #Here's Where You'll Stay
"As John stared at the door preparing to get his face mauled, he couldn’t help but incredulously complain that this was not how he wanted his weekend to go. He had plans! He supposes that he would be willing to put them on hold for Phantom’s sake, but he wasn’t agreeable to the incoming face mauling. "
When Phantom comes down with Core Sickness it's up to John Constantine to save the ghost from fading.
Nothing Says "True Love" Like Being Given The Soul of Your Murderer (1510 words, 1 chapter)
Tumblr Tag: #nstllbgtsoym
Addition to a post by @nelkcats
"Another snarl caused him to lose his staring contest with the Bat. Nightwing was now standing between the two of them and appeared to be trying to placate the crime boss while Red Robin made the bloody stupid decision of trying to sneak up behind him. Red quickly paid the price for his folly, finding himself flat on his back pinned underneath Hood's boot while he honest to God snapped at Nightwing like a rabid dog.
"It's my gift! He gave it to me. Now fuck off before I m̶a̷k̸e̸ ̵y̶o̸u̶."
Yeah. Someone should probably interfere before they pissed him off anymore.
"You should corral your kids before one of em' loses a hand."
"Hngh." Batman leaves to break up the fight with Nightwing's aid. Hood scampers off to one of the corners of the cave, cradling the violet ball in his gloved hands as if it was the most precious thing in the world. It sounded like he was purring. John was suddenly very tired."
Rending Flesh From the Bone (3093 words, 1 chapter)
Tumblr Tag: #RFFTB
Dick wasn't so sure about Jason's "gut feeling", but what are brothers for if not to support each other during paranoia episodes? Now, deep underground in an abandoned subway tunnel, Dick is starting to have regrets as he watches the scene before him.
TW: Gore, Cannibalism, Vomiting, Zalgo Text
Unnamed fic (ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic)
Tumblr Tag: #ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic
Addition to a post by @starwrighter
Fic is currently a work in progress with only a minimal amount released to the public under the Tumblr post. Once it's completely written chapters will be posted and linked independently.
#Void's masterlists#my writing#of blades and parchment#ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic#RFFTB#nstllbgtsoym#Here's Where You'll Stay
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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆
The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…
Tags: Halfing vampire, swearing, talks of abuse/abuser/manipulation , mentions of loss of family, also scenting, use of y/n, afab, use of she/her.
Warnings: This chapter discusses abuse/abusers
Summary: Y/N, left to her own devices, goes through the boys belongings in the cave, David takes this as an invitation to do the same to her house.
Word Count: 8.6k
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“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh
Chapter Three
You woke up some time later, your hand immediately moving to your neck to make sure your vial was still there; it was. You sighed in relief, then looked to see the color of the blood inside. It was black, like obsidian, “that’s not good…”
Your eyes opened to an unfamiliar view; your body ached horribly as you tried to sit up. You saw a dim bit of light shine through near what you could only assume was a cave; it was probably midafternoon with how hard you slept. You looked down at your body and tried to remember what happened before you passed out. “Oh yeah… David,” your mind wandered to the night before. “That explains the bruises, and…” you looked down at the jackets wrapped around your naked form, “the lack of clothes.” You brought the collar of the jacket to your nose and inhaled. You smiled; it smelled like David…
Come to think of it, you smelled like David.
“Ugh,” you crinkled your nose at the smell, it was oppressive. You felt around for your bag, hoping David didn’t leave all your stuff up on the hill.
No luck. No phone, no gun, no clothes… you looked around the chamber and didn’t manage to see anyone. There was a wheelchair by the bed with a Chinese take-out container and a small metal bucket, “that better not be for me,” you hissed. Your mouth felt dry, and your stomach ached, you wondered just how much come David had made you swallow last night after you passed out.
You groaned as you moved to get out of the bed that was covered in miscellaneous blankets, “at least the sheets smell clean.” They had probably been washed recently, but you didn’t take the boys for avid housekeepers; someone else must have been making them wash their fabrics. You stepped your bare feet on the cool ground below you.
Above you, Marko was the first to hear you shambling around; he was a much lighter sleeper after the… incident, and he elbowed David who groggily woke up. Marko pointed down at the bed and the two of them watched as you poked your head out from the curtains to look around.
“You get back in that bed,” David said sternly. You looked around. His voice, no longer dark and distorted, echoed off the walls, but you couldn’t see him.
“David?”
“You are not to leave this cave; do you understand me?”
“David, I need to go home.” You called to him, stressing the urgency of your situation.
“Well, I obviously can’t take you right now, can’t I?”
You grumbled, annoyed at him, and continued to look around, “I’m hungry.”
The other boys began to wake up at the commotion, “you have rice, eat your rice.”
“I have to pee.”
“Well, that’s what the bucket is for isn’t it?”
The boys snickered.
You furrowed your brows in frustration, “where’s all my stuff? Can I have some clothes?”
“You’ll get it back later.”
You sniffed the jacket again, “David, I need a shower.”
The boys were laughing now.
“No. You don’t,” David replied. He’d worked so hard to scent you all night, he wasn’t going to let you undo all that so easily.
“David, I need water.”
“Just eat your rice! I’ll get you water later.”
“Fucking vampire asshole,” you grumbled under your breath.
“I can hear you.” David retorted.
“Yeah, I know! That’s why I fucking said it!”
The boys had all busted out laughing at David’s frustration with his new mate, and how unafraid you were to yell at him. “Bahahaha!” “Oooooh, she told you!” “Get er’, David!”
“Everybody shut the hell up and go back to sleep! And you stay in this damn cave!”
He growled, huffed, then went back to sleep.
Angrily, you turned back to pick up the rice, “what, no fork?”
You eyed the bucket meanly, no way in hell I’m going to be using a ‘bucket’, you thought.
You angrily shoved the bucket off the chair, and it clanked and rattled as it rolled away. You picked up the paper container and ate the rice with your fingers and walked around the cave.
There was little light, but you had just enough vampire blood in your vial to see the cave for what it was. For being an actual hole in the ground it wasn’t horribly filthy. Sure, it was dirty, and cluttered, it’s a cave; but there weren’t decomposing bodies and spoiled food all over the place. It was about as trashed as you’d expect four eternally immature a-holes to keep it though. Littered with beer cans, cigarette butts, miscellaneous trash, and dirty clothes. The cave smelled damp, like stale sea water, and when you walked near the dirty clothes it smelled a bit sour. You crinkled your nose and continued to look around.
Up in the ceiling you noticed some hair and you went to investigate.
“You can’t be serious…” how pretentious do you have to be to sleep like that?
“David,” you called to him, “psst!” He shut his eyes tighter, the fucker was ignoring you. “Ugh!” you groaned in frustration. They were obviously not going to wake up; if the bucket didn’t wake them, and you calling to them didn’t make them budge, then nothing would.
So, you walked around, turning the to-go container into your mouth and looked at all the boys’ things. There were electrical wires and roots coming out from the ceiling and walls.
Odd, you thought to yourself. You noticed stairs and pieces of concrete and structures that looked like they belonged to some building. Something must’ve fallen into the cave at some point you figured. You continued to walk around the space and noticed a very dark corner off behind where the boys were sleeping. You walked slowly up to it and there was an eerie whistling sound; the wind you hoped. The darkness of it that seeped into the main chamber of the cave made your hair stand on end, probably best to avoid that part for now…
You stepped away from it and looked back around the space. They had music and movie posters covered over the sharpest parts of the rocks and records hanging from the ceiling. It actually looked like the movie posters they keep outside of theatres. You wouldn’t be surprised if that’s where they got all their ‘art’ from.
There were, what looked like windchimes, or ‘art sculptures’ made of human bones and sticks. “Classy,” you chuckled. As you looked around you noticed there were several distinct areas of the cave that looked to be the boys ‘rooms’.
There was one that was all old pieces of fabric and thread, and lots of wine bottles. The fabric looked to be cut up jeans and probably stolen clothes, like silk, and lace, and fur. There was also a makeshift pigeon coop built into the side of the cave wall. Someone really loves these birds. You thought as you walked around the space, the pigeons cocked their heads at you and softly cooed. There was an old book, or maybe a bible sitting by a mess of pillows on the floor. The book title had been rubbed off over the years, but the edges of the paper look to be gold foil, so a bible was your best guess. The leather-bound book sat atop an old, rusted metal box. Moving the book, you opened the box and saw miscellaneous keepsakes. An old dirty coin with a man and a curly mustache on it, a red chili made of glass, a picture, and some notes and a dried white lily. One of the notes look like it said, “Siate buoni, siate gentili, siate giusti." The picture was of Marko, and about a dozen other curly haired blonds. They were all crowded in the picture, and he stood next to, what you thought to be his mother. You could barely tell it was him as he looked to be a young boy, but that devious grin… it was definitely Marko. You gently closed the lid of the box and put the book back on top.
The next space you walked into was filled with blankets and pillows and had children’s toys scattered about. Are they nannies? You picked up a small toy fireman and noticed the face all chewed off. “Yueh!” You threw it down in disgust. Little did you know, it wasn’t the ‘nanny’ or his kid that chewed on the toys, but Marko and Paul; the gremlins of the group. You threw yourself in the mess of fluff and stuff on the ground and admired the things this boy had hanging up. You sat back in the pillows and picked at the rice. He had shells, and feathers, and small bones, and sea glass hung up like a baby’s mobile. You watched the small objects circle lazily overhead; it was a very comforting feeling. As you wiggled around to get comfortable you felt something poke at you from the pillow beneath you. You sat up and moved the pillow from your back, there was a small wooden box. When you slid the lid off you had to keep yourself from crying. It was two silver rings, a picture, and baby socks. The picture was of Dwayne and a young woman, she was round as the Sun, and they both looked so happy. You could imagine how sad that tale ended but did your best not to think of it. You slid the lid back on the box and tucked it underneath the pillows. The comforting feeling quickly faded, and you left that alcove the second you got your bearings.
You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself and continued walking around the cave. You stumbled a bit in the dark and came upon the next room. This space, you noticed was full of very human nick-nacks. Surfboards, skateboards, hockey sticks, old glow sticks, CD’s, guitars, a heavily patched up bean bag chair, and a Rubik’s cube. You picked up the toy and turned it in your hand, it looked like someone had peeled the stickers off and stuck them back on to solve it. It made you chuckle. This ‘room’ looked smaller than the others, until you realized that half of it was up in the rafters. There was a second part of this space that was high above the ground, you put the rice on the floor and flew up there you saw some of the things this boy kept. There was an old tattered green and yellow winter scarf, some rocks that weren’t the same color as the cave rock, shoelace strings, broken and half broken sunglasses, rubber bands, acorns, and this one too had a box of keepsakes. You knew it wasn’t your place to go through their things, especially after what the last one held, but you couldn’t help yourself. You opened the lid of the shoebox and saw a picture, ticket stubs of concerts and movies, guitar picks, and scraps of newspaper. The paper scraps were of various things from a town in Wisconsin, nothing that made sense to you. The picture was of Paul and a young blond girl. He was in a hockey uniform, nose bleeding with a chipped tooth in his smile, and he held his arm around her shoulder. She looked like him, crazy, wild hair and big soulful blue eyes. It was probably his kid sister, you wondered what happened to her. You looked at the ticket stubs for movies from eighty some odd years ago, and concert tickets from the last few decades. It looks like the boys, or at least Paul, went to plenty of concerts.
With how little magic there was left in the vial you could feel yourself falling. You quickly put the box back in its place and you fell hard on the ground with an, “oomf.” You rubbed the plush of your ass where you landed and dusted off the jackets.
You continued to rub your bruised skin and picked the rice container off the ground. You looked over at the next space, it had an odd feeling as you stepped into it. It was full of boxes and old paper. There were dozens of boxes full of old VHS tapes, more boxes full of CD’s, cassettes, camcorder tapes, and newspapers. There was a small nest of blankets on an army cot between the boxes, a laptop and what looked like a picture album.
You smacked the bottom of the rice container to get the last bits of food into your mouth and picked up the album. You opened to the first page, which was a picture of David and the boys. It was in color, and there were a few faces in the picture that you didn’t recognize. Dwayne was holding a small boy on his shoulders, next to him, Paul and Marko were making faces at each other. There was an older man with glasses and a woman with short hair who were on either side of a teenage boy. Next to her, there was a couple of young gruff looking boys, and a young man and a young woman, both brunettes. Off on the far side there was David, he was in the picture, but he didn’t really look to be part of the group. You flipped the page, there was a picture of just David and the boys. They were all bouncing around and flipping off the camera. In the next picture it was the same line up, but all the boys looked serious; you guessed whoever was taking the picture had scared them into being good. You smiled down at the photos.
There was a picture of David and the brunet man from the first photo, and on the next page you saw David and the brunette girl; he was smiling, and she looked solemn. “Huh...” you kept flipping, and saw various pictures of places, that were marked with the location and date; they were from all over the country, and went all the way back to the 1840’s. In between the landscapes there was pictures of one or all the boys wearing different period clothes. There were even a few more pictures of David and young men and young ladies, but the pictures all looked the same. He was smiling, and they were not. You got sad, you set the picture album down and a photo slipped out; it was Marko in the front, and the boys all holding pigeons and laughing. “Okay, that’s pretty cute,” you slipped the photo back inside and set the book down.
You noticed the camcorder and picked it up, hoping it had battery. You turned it on, and it surprisingly had a little charge. Opening the camcorder, you noticed there was already a tape inside, you shut it and rewound the tape. After it was rewound, you pressed play. The pixilated footage came into frame and the date flashed August 21, 1987. Google what movie came out that day, you’ll get a kick out of it. It was the young boy and the brunet boy; they were cleaning in a house you didn’t recognize. They didn’t want to look at the camera, and rolled their eyes when the cameraman spoke, it was David. Surprise, surprise, you thought.
‘This is Sam, and Michael, cleaning their granddad’s crap, cause-‘
‘David, shut up,’
‘That’s Mike, he’s pissed cause we were supposed to go to the movies tonight, but he got grounded.’ You can see David point at the tall brunet, with his gloves on. Michael looked up from dusting to make a face and flip off the camera. ‘Hey, you better stop that, or I’m gonna tell your mom; you’ll get double grounded.’
‘David, are you gonna help us or not?’ Sam, the boy, asked. He was sweeping what looked like a kitchen.
‘Not,’ David scoffed, ‘I’m not helping no snitch.’ He walked closer to Michael, putting the camera in his face. ‘Mike, tell us why you got grounded.’
‘Knock it off David,’ Michael turned away from the camera, and David quickly followed him.
‘Come on Michael, tell uuuuusss,’ he said, sing-songy. The brunet was blushing fiercely, and he kept trying to keep his face out of frame.
‘David I’m serious,’
‘I’m serious too, Mike. So, say it.’ Michael stared at the vampire behind the camera, he was still blushing and stuttered at what he wanted to say.
‘It’s cause I caught you guys making out!’ Sam yelled, angry and annoyed.
‘Sam!’ The older brother shouted.
‘Oh, we were doing a lot more than making out, eh? Mike?’
‘DAVID!’ Michael yelled at the blond, who was laughing, clearly amused with himself.
‘Oh, I’m gonna barf!’ Sam yelled; his face was one of disgust. He made a spectacle of being grossed out, not because his brother was making out with David, but because he caught his brother making out.
‘You’re a boy kisser ain’tcha Mike?’ David was back in Michaels personal space.
‘Guys please, not here,’ Sam fake cried.
David held the camera low and pointed it up to capture the kiss between him and Michael. When they finished, the boys were giddy, and Michael dusted the camera lens as a joke. They smiled at each other-
‘EW! MOM!’
Off in the distance you heard someone shout at David. The next thing you knew, the video cut to capture David cleaning the kitchen, side by side with the Emerson brothers. David leaned back to give Michael a kiss on the cheek and the screen flashed black with a red depleted battery symbol.
You smiled at the thought of David being happy, but you wished you could have seen more of the video. Maybe you’ll ask the boys for the charger later.
You looked back around the space and opened a box that was written in a language that looked familiar. There were letters, and paintings, and documents; none of which you could read, but it looked like the paintings were of places they’d been. The letters looked like they were written in various languages, German, French, Italian, and maybe Russian? But you weren’t sure.
The dated paper looked like they went back to the mid 1800’s. You kept thumbing through the pages and there was a picture of a blond boy, standing between an older man and woman, “is that… David?” He looked so much younger than he did now. Still clad in leather, like a cowboy attire, but he looked different…he looked human. You felt melancholy looking at all of the things David and the boys had held onto throughout the centuries.
You walked back to the bed and looked all around the cave as you moved. You heard a soft vibrating, and you looked up, “oh, fuck me.” One of them- probably that asshole David- stuffed your bag up in a ceiling light. “Why is there even a light in here?”
Do they even get electricity?
No, stupid question, it’s a freaking cave.
You sighed at your things way up and out of your reach, “at least he didn’t leave all my stuff out there.”
David really didn’t want you leaving before he woke up; so, defeated, you crawled back into the bed. You looked back over at the sliver of light on the ground, it had begun to turn an orangey color and you’d hoped that the Sun would be setting soon.
You laid back in the bed and tasted your dry mouth. Well, maybe I’ll die before they wake up, you laughed at the morbidity of your situation. You were frustrated at how dehydrated you were getting, especially after a rough night like the one from yesterday. You turned on your side and tried not to think of the aching you felt in your flesh and bones.
Your body was still exhausted from the night before, and with little food, and no water, you were passed out again within an hour of waking up.
David was the last one to wake that night; he was always the first up, and usually way before the other boys. But tonight, he was the last one to stir. Marko and Dwayne loomed over your half naked form, they notice that the rice was all gone, and the bottoms of your feet were black. Paul woke a little after Marko and Dwayne had, being the ‘youngest’ he tended to sleep in.
“You just know she touched all of our stuff,” Dwayne said.
Paul yawned and walked over to where the other two were, “ew, she still smells like David,” he pinched his nose at you.
Dwayne shook the edge of the bed with his shoe, and you moaned weakly. “Oh good, she’s not dead.”
“So, she just smells like that now?” Paul sneered.
“Paul, go get her some water,” Marko instructed.
“Dude, why do I have to get it?”
“Because you know where to get it, stupid. Now hurry up.” Marko barked at him. Paul groaned and took off. Being the second in command, Marko was the boss when David was unavailable. While he didn’t care for you, he knew you were important to David, so he wouldn’t let you be hurt while he was in charge. Paul returned a short while later with a few water bottles and some candy, he handed Marko the bottles and threw himself against the ratty couch to eat his snacks. Dwayne went to sit by him and hit his shoulder, demanding sweets.
“No Dwayne!” The boys argued and Marko sat you up.
He gently nudged you trying to get you to wake up. He kept pushing the bottle against your hand, but you wouldn’t grab it. “Come on,” he was annoyed that he had to baby you, he hated dealing with humans, they were always so weak and couldn’t do anything they could. He tilted your head back and poured the water into your mouth, you gently swallowed. He did that a few more times and finally you woke up.
You groaned and took the bottle that was being pushed to your hand.
“Marko?” you groggily looked at the curly haired blond that sat by you.
“Good, you can take care of yourself now, right?” He said walking away, not waiting for an answer.
You sipped the water and looked over at the boys that were on the couch wrestling over a bag of gummy worms.
“Paul! Fucking share!”
“Get your own!”
What a bunch of scary vampires, you chuckled. Marko walked over to the alcove where the pigeons were, and you could hear the birds coo happily. So, I guess those really are his birds, you thought. You looked around the cave and still didn’t manage to see David. You zipped up the leather coat that was under the wool one and walked through the curtains to the den. Paul and Dwayne looked over at you, “uhm…” Paul didn’t know what to say to you as you walked over to them.
“David’s not up yet,” Dwayne said pulling the bag from Paul, who’d moved his hands to his nose.
“Oh…” you looked around the cave, they’d lit some candles, and some trash cans, so it made it easier to see and move around. “Can I go home yet?”
The boys looked at each other, then over to where Marko had gone. “David said no,” Marko called, as he walked back to where the other boys were sitting on the couch.
“Hey, stay over there,” Paul said to you. He was pointing to the bed, still covering his nose with one hand.
You sniffed the jacket, “oh, yeah. I guess it’s worse for you guys, huh?” They nodded unanimously, “so is there a place around here that I can wash off then?”
“Please don’t make us say no,” Paul begged.
You sat back on the bed with a huff, and the boys talked anxiously amongst themselves. “Can I have my stuff back yet?”
“Knock it off,” Marko shouted, “you know we can’t do that.”
“Okay, well then wake up David, so I can leave.” They didn’t even turn to look at you. “Hello?” No response. “Look, I really need to go!”
“I said knock it off!” Marko screamed at you.
Fine, I know how I can get them to listen to me…
You sat back on the bed, and covered your hands in your face, and sobbed meekly. Paul looked over at you, “dude…you made her cry.”
“She’s faking,” Marko retorted, and you sniffled louder.
Paul and Dwayne restlessly moved around in their seats, “dude, she’s really crying.”
“No, she isn’t,” Marko said, unyielding.
You sobbed louder, “dude, you’re gonna get us all in trouble!” Paul said shoving Marko by the shoulder.
“She’s fucking faking it Paul, look!” Marko stomped over to where you were in the bed and pulled your hands away. To his horror, you were actually crying. You looked up at him with huge tears running down your cheeks.
“Oh, you’re so fucked,” Dwayne laughed from his place on the couch.
You started bawling loudly.
“No! stop! shut up, shut up!” Marko tried shushing you.
You pulled away from him, “DAVI-”, you started to yell, and Marko put his hands over your mouth. You scream cried into his hands and he looked up worryingly.
“Just stop crying, ok? Why are you crying? Please stop crying!” Marko didn’t know what to do, but he knew if he didn’t get you to stop your screeching, David would kick his ass.
Dwayne and Paul looked at each other, “dude, bail?”
“Bail.”
And the two of them ran out of the cave. “Oh, thanks a lot guys!” Marko yelled, still covering your mouth. He looked back at the mess you had become, you kept sobbing violently into his hand, trying to break away. “If I take my hand off, will you please stop screaming?” You nodded, still crying. Marko slowly took his hand off your mouth, and you sniffled quietly. “Okay… now, why are you still crying?”
“B-b-because you haaate meeeeeeeee,” you sobbed.
“I don’t hate you, okay? Please just stop already,” Marko would’ve said anything to get you to stop before David woke up.
“Yes, you dooooooooo, you’re always so m-m-m-mean to meeee,” you whined.
“I’m mean to everyone okay!”
“You won’t even let me have cloooooothes!”
“Because David said you can’t have your stuff back!” He was screaming his whisper.
“I ju-ju-just want to gooo h-h-hooome,” you hid your face in your hands. The cuffs of David’s jackets swallowed your arms.
“Okay, okay! I’ll go get David so he can take you home.” Marko couldn’t get you to stop crying, so he would let David deal with you. You were his mate anyways, so he’d take whatever the consequences of waking him up were to get rid of your shrieking. He flew up into the roost and shook David awake.
“This better be an emergency,” David growled, not opening his eyes.
“You deal with her!”
David’s eyes shot open, and he noticed your whimpers and sobs below. “What the shit Marko!” David flew down to the bed, he threw open the curtains and rushed to your side.
“Daaaaviiid,” you held your arms open for him as you sobbed. You looked absolutely pathetic at this moment.
“Shh, shh I’m here sweet thing,” he said, holding you against his chest. David pulled you atop his lap and turned to look at Marko, “you have ONE job while I’m asleep. Look after the pack. Can’t you do that?!” David shouted at Marko.
“David…I-”
“Just, go!” David’s voice was booming in his chest, you actually felt bad for Marko.
“Fuck this shit!” you heard Marko huff as he left.
David pulled you off his chest so he could look at you as he wiped the tears from your face. “Sweet thing, what happened?”
“David…I’m sorry,” he looked so worried, your mind went to the picture album; your heart ached at the thought of him being alone all these years, but you felt horrible for how you got Marko in trouble.
“Y/N, what happened.”
“Don’t be mad at Marko… he tried to take care of me,” David looked at you, his ears twitching at your words. “I just… I needed to go home, and they wouldn’t let me.”
“Y/N what did you do?”
“…I needed them to get you.” You held up the necklace, “it’s my vial, I just… I couldn’t tell them, and Marko wouldn’t get you.”
David’s eyebrows lowered, “so you started crying…”
“I’m sorry, but I really do need to go home!”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Don’t fucking scare me like that,” he sighed, “ever again. And you will apologize to the others. Especially Marko.” He held you by the shoulders and looked into your eyes, disapprovingly.
“Yes David,” you said meekly.
“What’s wrong with your vial?”
“I think last night really drained me, and since I’m connected to it…” you shrugged.
“And you still won’t take my blood?”
You looked up at him with doe eyes.
“Fine… I’ll take ya home.” David stood up from the bed. He rubbed the back of his neck, “where did Dwayne put…” he looked around.
“David?” You called to him as you peeked through the curtains.
“Well, you need your stuff don’t ya?” David said, looking around, “where the hell…”
“Oh, I thought you did that?”
“Huh?”
You pointed to the round ceiling light hanging high above you both. David chuckled, he flew up and grabbed the bag and brought it back down for you. “Thank you,” you pulled your wrinkled dress from the bag, turned, and pulled the jackets off yourself. David was putting on his boots when he looked up to notice you changing, he sucked air in through his teeth, and you rolled your eyes at him, “shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything, sweetness.”
“Mmhm.” You pulled the dress over your body. You smoothed the fabric over your form and put your hair up with a clip from your bag. David watched as you moved the clip from your mouth to your hair. From the corner of your eye, you watched him adjust, “oh, you’re just insatiable aren’t you,” you laughed.
He walked over to you and placed his hands on your hips, “can I have you again later?” He placed a soft kiss on your lips.
“We’ll see,” you kissed back. He groaned as you pulled away from him, and carefully led you up the entrance.
You looked around at the ocean as the waves crashed upon the rocks by the cave entrance. You noticed something off to the side, it was the lighthouse you’d passed last night, and you quickly oriented yourself. The horn in the tower sounded and you jumped, startled at the sound. David chuckled as you clutched your heart, “fuck, that scared me.”
He patted your head and scooped you up in his arms. David flew you up the stairs and placed you gently down next to the bikes. “I can walk, David,” you giggled.
“You really trust those stairs?”
You looked back at the warped and mangled old wood that led down the cliff, “fair enough,” you shrugged.
You followed David behind some rocks where his bike was and got on the bike behind him. He pulled your hand from his waist and kissed your fingers, he smiled against your skin and put your arm back down around him. “You’re really layin’ on the charm ain’tcha?” You rolled your eyes at his cutesy behavior.
“I told ya, I want ya.” He put his boot out on the ground and revved the bike, he made a quick turn and you both sped off down to town. The town bustled with bodies, and you looked to the sidewalks where people walked in tandem. It was still early in the night, you saw the orangey, reddish glow of the sun over the waves. David swerved through traffic, this time it was less frightening, especially now that you expected it. You trusted he wouldn’t let harm come to you, that his words weren’t just talk. He turned onto your street and slowed to a stop in the driveway next to your truck.
You let David get off first, then followed up the steps of the porch behind him.
You were starting to like him; he was firm, but fair, and he treated you with a kindness you had long since forgotten. You thought of him and the other boys, you enjoyed watching them all together; they were idiots, but they loved each other. The thought of them all together made you smile; you pulled your keys from your bag and unlocked the door; David held the screen door for you as you walked through the threshold. You turned to look at him and his puppy dog eyes as his boot scratched at the floor in front of the door.
You laughed heartily, “you can come in David,” he lit up and bounced through the entrance. You wiped a tear from your eye and turned on the light. David looked around at all your things, the whole house smelled like you, he took a deep breath and reveled in the smell.
You rolled your eyes at his behavior, “don’t break all my shit,” you walked off to the bedroom.
He picked up a throw pillow from the couch and pressed it to his face, inhaling you for a moment, then he sauntered off to find you. He found you kneeling on the floor with your closet doors open. You pulled a wooden box from the back of the closet and opened the lid. David subconsciously growled as the air from inside the box hit his nose, “I know, I’m sorry.”
You picked up a few herbs from inside and then held a nearly empty test tube up. The liquid inside was a falu red, it was beginning to grey with age, or maybe it was already grey, David thought. He eyed the blood inside, there was an old scotch tape label on the side of the glass that read, M. Ressequie.
You turned to David now, your voice grave as you spoke, “you might want to leave for this,” and waited for him to move.
“I can handle it,” he stood, looming over you.
You sighed, “okay…I’ll try to be fast,” and popped the lid off. David felt like he was going to be sick. He swayed and stumbled into the wall, his cheeks turned a greenish sick, and he felt his mouth go dry.
The stench was powerful, it was more than anything he’d ever come across. He’d smelt Max’s blood before, and that was so strong, in and of itself… but this. This was malicious, he felt a pang in his bones, down to his core he knew something was wrong with that blood.
You grabbed another vial from the case and moved quickly to fill the small glass before you. You filled half of the empty vial with the blood and threw in a concoction of herbs from another vial. You put the glass on the ground and capped the test tube, the air started to clear of the smell, and David grasped his chest. You pricked your finger with a needle and squeezed a few drops into the vial. You prayed over it, in a language David did not recognize, and the mixture in the vial turned black, then glowed a bright red, there was the sound of something sizzling and bubbling. Then, with a loud CRACK the blood stopped glowing. You capped the vial and took off the necklace around your neck and tied the new one on. You quickly put everything back in the box and shoved it deep into the corner of the closet.
You shut the doors, your hands pressing against the wood, as if you took your hands away something would push them open and bring the sickening smell back. Your chest heaved, you hated doing the ritual, and you felt terrible that David had to witness that.
David.
You turned to look at him. He had slumped down against the wall, still holding his hand over his heart.
“Are you okay?” You crawled over to him.
“No…” he looked off past your gaze, to the other side of the room, “why… why was it like that?”
“I told you to leave.”
“What the fuck…” he whispered out; he’d finally regained enough of himself to look back at you. He had a panicked look on his face as he threw his arms around you. He held you tightly against his body, and you felt the wind be knocked clean from your lungs.
“D-David,” you choked out, trying to wiggle free from him.
“My sweet thing,” he placed his hand to the back of your head as he held you, “I’m so sorry,” David whispered against your ear.
You felt your heart break.
You’d tried so hard, for so long, to try and not think of all the things that you lived through with that monster. But watching this vampire crumble at the mere scent of his blood was nauseating. You didn’t know if you felt comforted or anguished that someone else knew the horrors that you’d lived. The scent of his blood alone let David know how monstrous the vampire you ran away from was. You tried not to cry as he held you, but you felt your mask slip, and you sobbed; pathetically, quietly, begrudgingly against his shoulder.
He held you silently as you wept, squeezing you tighter, as if he were worried, that you’d slip away from him. After a moment he pulled back from you and pressed his forehead against yours. “Never… never again,” he whispered, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you as your pained tears turned to ones of joy.
David decided in that moment, he would do everything he could to keep that monster from you. You were a part of their pack, even if you weren’t bound to him by blood, he would keep you safe; he would keep everyone safe. He slowly let you pull away from him, and he wiped the tears that ran down your face. You sighed, and took in the sight of David before you, he still looked at you in awe, and sadness. And you smiled kindly at him, holding his hand in yours, he smiled back.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
You and David turned to look at the front door. “Who the fuck?” Your moment was ended abruptly, and David wanted to tear through whoever was dragging you away from him.
You walked over to go see who it was, and David slowly stood, still eyeing the closet doors with agitation.
You opened the front door to see your neighbor, Nick, standing on your front porch with something behind his back.
“Nick?” You peeked through the front door and the screen door, “is everything alright,” you asked.
“Heey, Y/N, yeah, I got your mail again,” he tapped the newspaper against the door.
“Oh, it’s just the paper, you don’t have to drop that off every time,” you smiled politely.
“No no, I wanted to bring it to you personally, I tried to come by earlier, but… you weren’t home? Your truck is here so I thought…” he tapped the screen door with the paper again, and you opened it to grab the paper.
“Yeah, it’s just been one of those long, crazy days.”
“Oh, I hear that,” he stuck his head out, trying to peer into the house behind you, “say, who’s bike is that?”
“Oh, sorry about that, I know the noise is a lot for the hour,” you chuckled, closing the door a little, you didn’t really want to tell him David was inside. Nick was already so weird around you, as things were. You didn’t want him knowing he wasn’t the man walking around inside your house.
“That’s my bike,” David walked up behind you, placing one hand on the doorframe, and the other on the door, practically engulfing your body in his. He was in no mood to deal with some guy sniffing around his new mate, especially not after what just happened. He sized up Nick, giving him an unfriendly smile.
Nick stood on your porch, bathed in the light that came from behind you, he didn’t like the look of David, and he was even more upset at how he spoke to him. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you had...company,” he stared back at David.
“I don’t, David is just my friend,”
“Wrong,” David said, placing his chin in the crook of your shoulder, “is there anything else I can help you with…” David smiled sickly at him. The word accentuated as David’s tongue pressed off his teeth, his lips up in a sneer. David narrowed his eyes, “Nick?” He said, using the man’s name as an insult.
Nick looked at how David hung off you and looked back to your face. You pulled your body in from the doorframe. Nick stopped smiling.
You tried to ease the tension, it was damn near palpable, “thanks again for the paper, Nick.”
“Anytime Y/N,” he looked back at David.
“Byeee, Nick.” David said singsongingly, he chuckled as he pulled you inside and slammed the door in Nick’s face.
You turned to look at David, “you don’t have to be such an asshole about it.”
He snatched the newspaper from you, “please, it’s not like you want him around,” the paper rustled as he moved it around in his hands. He meandered off towards the bedroom as you yelled at him.
“Yeah, but that’s not the point David.”
He flapped the paper open and held it in front of his face. “Oh, sharks are going to the playoffs this year,” David said casually as he flipped through the pages.
“David, you can’t force people out of my life.”
“But you don’t want him in your life.” He sat back down on your bed.
“He’s just a neighbor, people need neighbors.”
“You think he’s happy being just neighbors with you?” he flipped a page. “I could hear him getting hard from the bedroom.”
“Do you think I can’t handle myself?”
“Hm, looks like we’re getting rain on Thursday,” he said, ignoring you.
“David!” You pulled the paper from his hands.
“Well see, now who’s being rude?”
You frowned at him, “David…” you pouted.
“Sweet thing, I don’t want males sniffing around you.” He cupped your face in his hands, “don’t you have girl neighbors?”
You pulled away from him, “that’s not cute.”
“You don’t think I’m cute?” He walked to you.
“David! I don’t want to be caged!” You pushed him away.
“Sweetness…” he turned you to face him. His finger under your chin, trying to get you to look at him. You turned your head to avoid his gaze. “My job is to keep you safe. I’m not trying to ‘lock you away’,” David bent down to look in your eyes, crooning his neck. “I just want to keep you safe; I won’t lock you away, you know that right?” He placed a soft kiss against your nose, and you huffed, giving in.
“Knock it off,” you brushed off your nose.
“What? I can’t kiss you now?” He was trying to be playful to get out of being yelled at. He nuzzled against your cheek.
“You’re still in trouble,” you said to him, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“Mmhm,” he said against your skin. He kissed down your neck and let his hands trail down to your ass.
You yelped, “David!”
He chuckled, “I like when you say my name.” His lips scraped against your skin. You whimpered for him; David was pleased with your reaction. From the corner of his eye, he saw something move, he stopped kissing your neck and looked over through the window. He saw Nick, in his house, peeking through his blinds, “mother fucker!” David threw the window open and shouted at the man,” you like to watch huh?!” David was fuming, “WATCH HOW I KICK YOUR FUCKING TEETH IN!” Nick scurried from his place at the window and yelled when the lightbulb in his house exploded. You stood, confused at what David was doing.
He slammed the window, locked it, shut the blinds and then the curtains. He turned around, he was pissed, “David? What happened?”
“Do you know that fucking asshole watches through the window!”
“Who?”
“Nick,” he hissed out the name.
You scoffed, “you can eat him later,” you turned to walk into the bathroom. “I’m going to shower before we leave,”
“No,” he grabbed your arm, “you’re gonna wash my scent off.”
“Yeah, that’s kinda the point,” you tried to pull your arm from him, and he pouted. “Daaaavid, I stink! I need to shower.”
He let you go, and crossed his arms in a huff, “fine, I’m just gonna have to put it back on you again later…”
You turned on the bathroom light and started to strip, “that’s fine by me.”
He perked up, he was watching your every move through the shower glass; how your hair fell down and clung against your wet skin. How your hands rubbed over the plush of your breasts, the curve of your ass when you bent down to wash your legs. He growled, he could feel his pants tightening and his mind wandered to how he was going to scent you again that night. He pushed his hands down his jeans to adjust and looked around the room.
David wanted to touch you, but he knew he very well couldn’t with the shower turned on; so, he rummaged through your things while he waited.
He opened your drawers and sorted through your jewelry, and socks, and... your panties. He of course, picked his favorite one and threw that on the bed, planning on making you wear it the second you got out of the shower. He looked through your kitchen cabinets, and your laundry room, your fridge and freezer, he touched all the nick-nacks on your shelves and books on your bookshelf.
David noticed you had little miniatures of different famous buildings, the Lurve, Big Ben, Taj Mahal, the Pyramids, the Colosseum, a Japanese shrine, the Statue of Liberty, even a few rocks that were labeled with different countries. He picked up a red one that read ‘Grand Canyon, 2004’. He looked at all the things you had and practically picked up and set down each and every one of them. He looked for a photo album, or letters, or paintings, like he kept. He wanted to learn your idiosyncrasies and the things you kept hidden.
No luck on the photos, or the letters…where would she keep them. A lightbulb went off in that sick little mind of his, and he made his way back into your bedroom and stood in front of your closet.
He grunted in annoyance. He didn’t want to go in there, not after the reaction he had to Montgomery’s blood, but if there was one place you’d kept something important, it was there. He slowly opened the closet doors, careful not to make a sound, and looked at all the things that were inside. He looked at all your clothes, and shoes, your hats, dresses, scarves, bottoms, and tops.
She’s got a lot of nice things, David thought to himself.
He quietly pushed aside the hangers and reached for a small box that was on the top shelf of the closet. He opened it, “bones?” He quickly put the box back where it was, simply because it wasn’t what he was looking for. I wonder what she does with them. David thought of how Paul, and one time Marko, thought it was funny to make art with bones.
There was a box of bullets next to the bone box, and he chuckled thinking about the big gun in your little hands. His eyes scoured the closet for something of interest, then stared down at the wooden box you had shoved to the back of the closet. He hated that he was afraid to touch it, he peered into the bathroom to make sure you were still busy. You were humming away, sudsing up your hair, enjoying the warm feeling of the water; blissfully unaware of how your vampire mate had just ransacked your home.
David knelt down on the floor and pulled the box towards himself. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was inside. To his surprise, it was much bigger on the inside than he had thought, “stupid magic.” He pushed around the vials and herbs to the side and saw some papers clipped to the lid, it was a picture of you and some people. The picture was an old dingey brown, and the date written on the back said 1972. The people in the photo all looked like you, David felt a pang in his heart, was this her family?
He set the photo back down and continued to sift around in the box, he pulled out another picture, it was you in a letterman with a few people laughing around. They all had letterman jackets, and he recognized your truck in the background, he smiled at how happy you looked. Rummaging through the rest of the pictures he noticed one had a cigarette burn though one of the faces. It was you, and a man, you had a black eye that was poorly covered up by makeup, and the man held you around the waist. David figured that it was a photo of you and Montgomery, he wished you hadn’t burned a hole in the photo so he could know what he looked like. But still, he hated the way you looked, so pained in the image. He looked at the test tube, it was nearly empty.
What was she planning on doing after the blood ran out?
…Would she just have died?
David felt angry looking at all the things.
He wanted to throw the vial away, he wanted to fill it with his blood, so you would not be bound to that monster anymore. But he knew better, he didn’t even dare touch the glass with his hands. He was used to blood magic, hell, that’s what feeding was for them. But something like this was beyond what he was used to. He heard the shower squeak off and scurried to shove all the things back in the box. He quickly shut the lid and shoved it back into the corner where he had found it.
“David,” you called to him.
“Yes darlin?” he was worried you’d caught him.
“David, I’m hungry,” you shouted.
He sighed in relief; he shut the closet doors and quickly made his way to your bed. He threw himself against it with a huff, “ahh, yeah? What do you want?” He looked over at you as you walked through the doorway, you had the towel wrapped around your body and the water beaded as it dripped down your hair. His head lifted off the bed, and he smiled at you.
“David?” You batted your eyes at him.
“Yes sweetness?” David smiled. Maybe he wouldn’t have to wait to get you back to the cave to taste you, he thought with that sweet look on your face.
“What’s that?” You pointed at something on the bed above David’s head. The sweet look on your face turning into a sour one. He whipped his head around to look at what you were pointing at and chuckled nervously. It was the lacey panties he had picked out for you.
“Oops.”
#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#tlb#tlb 1987#tlb david#david the lost boys#tlb marko#marko the lost boys#tlb dwayne#dwayne the lost boys#tlb paul#paul the lost boys#david x reader#marko x reader#dwayne x reader#paul x reader#david tlb x reader#the lost boys x reader#the lost boys x y/n#the lost boys x you#TLB YCRYCH
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Phantom Grin
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam
Summary: Bruce Wayne visits his son's grave on the night of his resurrection. Will it change Jason's fate, or is it all simply inevitable?
Chapters: 5/?
Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain
Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character
Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd is Disabled, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Resurrected Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along
Chapter Five: Corrupted
Jason got to go home after his first month of rehab, and Bruce held his arm on the way up the steps. "Easy, the steps are slippery," Bruce warned. Jason looked around and waited for Bruce to open the door.
"Dad?" Jason whispered. Dad was much easier to say than Bruce, but Bruce was proud of how hard Jason worked in rehab. He wanted to celebrate how well Jason was doing, and he wanted Jason to eventually meet Tim and Cassandra. "Dad?" Jason asked again.
Bruce stopped and looked at him. "Yeah?" Bruce replied gently.
"Safe?" Jason asked. Bruce nodded.
"It's safe here. Jason," Bruce whispered. Jason let his hair loose, and he pulled at a few curls. Bruce smiled. He was so happy to have Jason home, he never even noticed the tight look of Jason's jaw or the bags under his eyes. Jason wanted things to go well. He wanted to come home, and he worried that he wouldn't be allowed to come back if he did anything wrong. He hadn't slept for most of the week in anticipation of his visit.
Bruce opened the door and led Jason upstairs to his bedroom. "This is where you used to sleep. I kept it pretty much the–." Jason pushed down on his mattress, and he looked in his closet. "Jason?"
"Mine?" Jason asked as he pulled a box from under his bed. Bruce furrowed his brows. "No?"
"I'm sure it is yours, but I've never seen that box before," Bruce replied. Jason opened the box, and he took each item out of the box and set it carefully on his bed.
Cassandra knocked on the door frame. "Are you Jason?" she asked. Jason nodded. "You found your gift?"
Jason smiled at her before reaching out to shake her hand. "Jason, this is Cassandra," Bruce introduced.
Bruce excused himself to let the two get acquainted. Jason held up the bag of candy, and Cassandra nodded. They sat on the floor together, eating candy. Jason immediately liked Cassandra. "I struggled before, too," Cassandra whispered. Jason cocked his head. "With talking..."
"Yeah?" Jason asked. That made him feel better. Cassandra nodded.
After they ate, Cassandra took Jason on a tour of the manor. She took him down the hall, and he stopped at the grandfather clock in the hallway. Cassandra whipped around and grabbed his hand. "It's old," Cassandra whispered as she dragged him along. Jason squeezed her hand. Cassandra let him hold onto her hand as she led him through the rest of the house. She wasn't supposed to let him in the cave.
Dick ran up the stairs to catch them. "Hi, Jason. Hi, Cassie," Dick whispered. Jason lit up. He hadn't seen Dick in weeks. Jason embraced Dick, nearly knocking him off of his feet. "Oof, I'm glad to see you too."
Jason laughed and smiled. "Dick," he said out loud. He wanted Dick to commend him and be as excited as he was. Dick messed up his hair.
"Time to go eat," Dick smiled. Jason looked at Cassandra. "Cassie's coming too. Come on."
They went to the dining room, where Bruce and Alfred stood, talking about something. Alfred excused himself to put lunch together. Jason sat near Bruce. Jason realized no one wanted to speak, and he swallowed hard. "Dad? 'S cold," Jason whispered. He didn't know what else to say.
"You want another sweater?" Bruce asked.
"No," Jason replied awkwardly.
Dick took a sip of water before saying, "He's talking about the weather... I remember you never really liked the cold," Dick whispered. Jason nodded.
"Not even when it snows?" Cassandra asked. Jason shook his head.
They talked about the weather for a few minutes, and Jason relaxed. Alfred served lunch, and they all talked comfortably and ate together. Jason finished eating, and he sat at the table until he couldn't keep his eyes open. "Jason... You okay?" Dick asked. Jason nodded and raised his shoulders in an attempt to wake himself up. "It's alright if you're tired, you know?" Dick reassured him.
Jason nodded. "I can take you back up to your room," Bruce offered, and Jason shook his head and hugged Bruce. He showered and changed into his pajamas before climbing into his bed. He drifted off and fell into a deep sleep.
Bruce came into the room and pulled Jason's blankets up. Jason made a soft noise and mumbled something in his sleep, turning over onto his other side. Dick stood in the doorway and frowned. "I'm sorry. I was wrong to snap at you when all that stuff happened last month. I was hurt because he was hurting, and my first instinct was to blame you," Dick apologized. Bruce stepped away from Jason and frowned.
"No, you were right. It was my fault. A lot of it was my fault. Jason needed a father. He desperately needed a father, and I should've put all my focus on being that. Instead, I made him into a weapon. I took all his pain and suffering, and I weaponized it when I really should've helped him work through it," Bruce whispered. Jason woke up, but he was careful not to make any noise. He just wanted to hear what they were talking about.
"You loved him. I know you did because his death broke you, and it still hurts you every time you look at him... It's not your fault. It's not his fault either," Dick took a deep breath and paused, "What are you gonna do?"
"I want him to live a normal life. I don't think I want him to remember being Robin," Bruce whispered.
Jason held his breath. Robin. That was one of his names. One of his lives. He tried to hold onto one of the many resurfacing memories that sped around in his head. He managed to remember begging his father not to hit him. From there, he pieced together that Bruce had to be the one that killed him. Panic set in, and he chewed his lip.
Jason knew then what he needed to do. He had to escape. He had to disappear.
#fic#eyes and ears fic#batfam#Jason Todd#Bruce Wayne#Dick Grayson#Alfred Pennyworth#Barbara Gordon#Tim Drake#Cassandra Cain#Jason Todd/Original Character#Canon Divergent AU#Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain#Jason Todd is Disabled#Barbara Gordon is Oracle#Resurrected Jason Todd#Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating#Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along
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20 Questions (for fanfic writers)
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
45
2. what's your total ao3 word count?
1,280,212 lol
3. what fandoms do you write for?
presently? Just spider-man ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
4. top five fics by kudos:
Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) - spideypool 72k - soulmates au that's actually about the power of friendship
Don't Freak Out - parkner 136k - the one where they get kidnapped and spidey saves the day in the first chapter then they spend the rest of the fic falling in love
A Peach Like You - parkner 73k - sequel to a 16k coming of age one-shot in Harley's POV. This one is Peter's POV and he's autistic, overworked, and overwhelmed and this is the very worst time ever for falling in love so he's absolutely not going to do that... on purpose.
The Distance Between (You and Me) - parkner 29k - bodyguard au! Harley was kidnapped and rescued but his kidnappers are still out there so Tony begs an old friend to keep an eye on him until Natasha hunts them down.
You're Freaking Out - parkner 166k - sequel to Don't Freak Out this time with Plot! and Miles!!!
5. do you respond to comments?
Sometimes? I've gotten really bad about it :( After an update/new fic I try to get all the comments that come in over a week or so... but then I retreat into my cave and giggle and squee over them in private.
6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hmm I don't really do angst and especially not endings... but maybe The Devil is a Hopeless Romantic? I wouldn't call it an angsty ending though. Maybe bittersweet? Idk it's been awhile since I've read it. Not my favorite tbh
7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Happy endings are my bread and butter lol The happiest? Uhhh
Lemme just plug For the First Time, Eye to Eye because it's one of my all time favs and hasn't come up yet.
8. do you get hate on fics?
nope!
9. do you write smut?
yep! Baseball Smut ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ yeah that's the title just posted this morning!
10. craziest crossover:
I haven't written a crossover since I was writing for spn and none of them ever made it out of my wips folder lol I had spn crossovers with Firefly, Teen Wolf, The 100, Criminal Minds, and (naturally) The Hunger Games. Man, I miss that. Such a versatile show.
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that I know of!
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
YES! biggest compliment so cool
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
nope! Done some brainstorming a time or two but just for fun. idk that I could collaborate that well what with my disappearing into the abyss habit...
14. all time favorite ship?
I mean parkner's got the longevity doesn't it? Dean and Cas will always have a special place with me though
15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
My time travel time loop parkner fic le siighh
16. what are your writing strengths?
Hmm I think overall voice (not just dialogue but internal narrative too) and breathing fresh air into old tropes.
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
Action scenes. My god they take forever to think of a way to do them that isn't tired and boring. And then I still have to write it.
18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?
adds enrichment in my enclosure
19. first fandom you wrote in?
hp
20. favorite fic you've written?
oof umm probably Peaches Ain't Pretty (the alluded to 16k Harley POV coming of age one-shot). Taught me I could write outside of fanfic if I wanted. It's actually the foundational inspiration that lead to Red, like my bleeding heart in your hand. Opened up the whole beach (if I'm brave enough to leave the sandbox). Anyway it's got a special spot in my heart. I'm probably due for a re-read tbh.
Thanks for tagging me @spoofymcgee!
no pressure tagging: @jammerific @wyxan @myarmsaretoolong @fieldsofview
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cu crew pt2
@dib-thing-wannabe ehehe.... guess who's in this part? i made him super flirty because why not :]
explanation for the differences between dib and my au is in the tags!
"So you want us to leave our 2 cats outside just for this boy you're inviting over? Well... I don't know, George." George's mom sighed.
"Please, ma! I need this! I really wanna impress him, and he's allergic!"
"Oh, allergic you say? Well, I'll just go wander with them, okay hun?" She caves in, softly smiling.
"YES! Thanks mom, you're the best ever!" George's day is lit up, his mom taking the 2 cats outside, perfect timing as Melvin arrives.
"Hey George..." he says, seeming a little tense. "A-are your cats here? I really don't wanna--"
"They're outside, don't worry!" he smiles.
After about 30 minutes, George's storytelling turned into flirting. Melvin was secretly loving it. He was being praised and spoiled with kisses all over, his face completely red by now.
What George wanted was to make him feel so good he wouldn't be able to talk correctly. He needed confidence. Then... an idea came to mind.
"Hey, honey--" Melvin gasped quietly. Did he just call him that? "Have I told you about Flaming Ink and Polar Painter?"
Melvin giggles. Well, it was fun while it lasted. "Yes, multiple times, why?"
"I told you about how Flaming Ink has amazing charm, right?"
"U-uhm, yeah?"
"I gotta show you something, then."
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"Alright, George, what's the surprise?" Melvin hums, covering his eyes.
"Oh, it's nothing... and I'm Flaming Ink, pretty stranger." Oh god, his voice was deeper. Melvin felt chills go up his spine.
"W-wow..." Melvin gulps. "Can I open my eyes now, uhm... Flaming Ink?"
"Of course."
Little did Flaming Ink know, Harold was watching them. Well, actually, Polar Painter was. "Bleh. He's being flirty." he huffs. "He has to make a move already, I think Melvin's getting cold."
Back to them, Flaming Ink smiled, Melvin's eyes widening because, oh my god, George was picking him up like a princess. "O-oh! Uhm, thank you for holding me, Flaming Ink!" he blushes. Flaming smiles.
"Always." He says. "I think you're the prettiest stranger I've ever had to rescue, stranger. What's your name?" he comments, still not putting Melvin down.
"Oh, my name's Melvin," he giggles, somehow being embarrassed by his name. "I-it's not a very pretty name, and I don't think I'm as pretty as you're making me out to be, dear hero."
"Nonsense! You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen!" Flaming Ink scoffs. "Say, you wanna know what I do with pretty things, Melvin?"
"What do you do with them?" he says, a bit nervous.
"I take them all for myself." he whispers in his ear, before picking him up, Polar getting out of the bush.
"H-hey!?" Melvin blushes, Flaming Ink running off to god knows where with him. He tries to wriggle out of his grasp but god is Flaming strong.
"HEY!!"
Flaming groans. Polar's always here to ruin his fun. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!? THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU!"
"LET HIM GO!!" Polar runs faster, Flaming speeding up more.
"HE'S MINE! I GOT TO HIM FIRST, YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS!" Flaming yells back, turning in an unexpected place and managing to lose Polar.
Melvin's in awe. Why? Well, first of all, his speed was basically inhuman so of course Polar wouldn't be able to keep up well, secondly, the fact that he's doing all this for him. He might be a little evil, Melvin isn't sure yet, but Melvin kind of likes it, and third of all, that was amazing.
Flaming pants as they stay in an alleyway, to take a breather, but he's still holding Melvin tightly. "You can let me go now, you know?" Melvin hugs him, something new for Flaming Ink.
"Mmn... no," Flaming really doesn't want to let go, he's clingy and this boy is beautiful, so why should he let go? He could lose him. "You're so pretty..." Flaming whispers in his ear again and hugs him tighter, his voice kind of tired and raspy now, making Melvin even more flustered and tense.
"Y-your voice..." he squeaks. "It sounds different."
"Oh," Flaming says casually. "It gets like that when I'm tired. Do... you like it like this?"
"I guess you could say that?" Melvin laughs, but goes fully silent as Flaming stares at him, then Melvin realizes that he's still hugging him. "You can let go now."
"But there's someone trying to take you from me..." Flaming hisses. "We should hide."
"Oh, uh-" Melvin's already getting picked up again, Flaming back with his speed, running off toward the school. "FLAMING!?"
"Yeah?"
"The school's full at this hour!"
"No matter! We can just hide somewhere else, then! Any ideas?"
"Uhm, well--" Melvin can't finish his sentence as Flaming is tackled by Polar, Melvin rolling on the ground for a little bit, vision blurry for a couple seconds and glasses somehow perfectly fine.
"GOT YOU! Stop trying to kidnap people!" Polar says, before getting up and helping Melvin. Flaming's eyes widen as he thinks that Polar's trying to take the ginger away from him.
"P-Polar look behind you," Melvin advises, Flaming behind Polar, ready to punch him.
"H-huh? WH--" Polar is interrupted by a sharp punch to the face, his nose broken and bleeding. "WHAT THE HELL, MAN!?" Polar yells at Flaming, on the ground, Melvin in shock at how he managed to break Harold's nose in just one punch, and also that he's making people bleed over him.
"Leave," Flaming growls at him. "He's mine."
"I don't want him!" Polar huffs. "I want you to quit taking people against their will! Did he ever say yes to anything you did!?"
"Not verbally, but I just know that he wants this!" Flaming remarks, pushing Polar. "Now, do you want me to break some other bones, or are we clear?" he hisses.
"...Fine." Polar sighs, having to cave in. "But don't hurt anyone else."
"Mhm. I've only got my eyes on the prize, don't worry." he looks back at Melvin, who's slightly trembling in fear for Harold's health and also because he's realizing that, hey, I did just get kidnapped, didn't I?
Polar knew he was lying when he said he wouldn't come back with help. But for now... he'd let Flaming have his fun.
As Polar left, Flaming stuck out his hand for Melvin to hold, wiping the blood off his glove. "You wanna go to that treehouse over there?"
"Uhm... okay!"
hope you guys ejoyed! sorry for how long it is, i wanted to cram a lot into this part :)
the next part will probably be just as long lol
#cu crew#captain underpants#melvin sneedly#george x melvin#melvin x george#george beard#harold hutchins#flaming ink#polar painter#they are a little different in my au#flaming ink and george can switch whenever they please#flaming ink doesn't really like being out if it's not superhero stuff though sooooo george gets most of the time
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(uh, this is rlly long im so sorry qwq)
OMG THAT LAST CHAPTER HAD ME FEELING SM CARINA U CANT DO THIS TO ME !!!! LITERALLY THE FIRST FEW PARAGRAPHS IN I HADTA WALK AROUND BC I WAS SO OVERWHELMED I LOVED IT SM !!! N THOSE LAST FEW LINES. DONTDOTHISTOME I S A W THE "BEAST AU COMPLIANT" TAG ON UU IM GONNA SOB MY EYES OUT DURING IT I JUST KNOW !!!
gonna leave some of my fave few lines n my thoughts abt them from this chapter (ok these arent all of em, bc if i put all of em it'd be the whole 50k words of this series SO ITS JUST THIS CHAPTER)
"because how could he possibly belong amongst people who are so unfailingly good that it makes his tainted heart stick out like a sore thumb?"
STOP NO DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEEE throughout the whole fic u perfectly captured his thought process n how he denies his own capacity for change n how he HAS changed from when he was 18 BUT THIS LINE MADE ME TEAR UPPPPPP
"He is so completely and irrevocably in love with you that Dazai doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to live in a world without you. The thought alone makes his skin crawl and his chest cave in."
self-explanatory
“Are you calling me ugly?”
u gorgeous, gorgeous man ilysm yes you look like a rat but i'll swaddle u up in blankets n clean u up
the whole graveyard scene. DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY HELLO
“You were a kid, Osamu. You’re not some incarnate of evil for ending up where you did, you were failed by all of the adults in your life,”
ok nvm crying this hit me like a truck
"Humans cannot live without a heart, so if he’s to give you his, it’s only fair that you give him your own—though realistically, yours has already been his for a long time."
i feel like this mightve been ur fave line, but if it wasnt IT STILL IS MINE BC OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD QWQ
ranpos lil rant was so funny he's literally me frfr
“Yeah… ha, look at us, in jail at the same time! Couple goals, huh?”
i giggled
PLS READER INVITING EVERYONE JUST TO AVOID GETTING INTERROGATED UMMM RELATABLE LMFAO
these are just some of them BUT JUST IN GENERAL, UR WRITING IS JUST MAGICAL ITS EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED TO READ N I LOVELOVELOVEEEE THIS SERIES N ALL UR WORKS (n u /p) SM !!! I CANT WAIT FOR UNREAL UNEARTH, I JUST KNOW IT'LL BE AMAZING !!!
RED HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU NOT TO APOLOGIZE I LITERALLY ADORE YOU IM GOING TO WEEP OMG
honestly the first scene of dazai’s pov was one of my favs to write because it pisses me off so much whenever he’s excluded from the ada panels in the manga fjsjdjsjjd so i NEEDED the opportunity to hit home that that is his FAMILY idc what asagiri says the ada is that boys family and he deserves it 🥹🤞
UGHHHHH STOP BECAUSE WHENEVER I WRITE CANONZAI ITS SO HARD TO KEEP ON THAT THIN LINE OF HIS INABILITY TO ACCEPT HIS OWN GROWTH WHILE ALSO HAVING HIM ACKNOWLEDGING ODA’S LAST WISH FOR HIM SO I REWROTE SO MANY OF HIS POVS SEVERAL TIMES BECAUSE I FELT LIKE I WASNT GRASPING IT ALL PROPERLY
the graveyard scene was one of the 3 scenes i started writing for 🥹 i literally was weeping when i finally got to it
AND ALSO THE YOU WERE A KID LINE UGHHHHHHHH BRO when i tell you that’s something that i literally want to scream at him and shake his shoulders like he was FOURTEEN WHEN MORI BROUGHT HIM IN AFTER HIS ATTEMPT !!!!! FOURTEEN !!!!! HE WAS A BABY IT MAKES ME SO SAD WHEN HE FRAMES HIMSELF AS SOME IRREDEEMABLE MONSTER WHEN HE ONLY TURNED OUT THE WAY HE DID BECAUSE HE HAD NO ADULTS IN HIS LIFE SETTING HIM ON THE RIGHT TRACK ugh im gonna weep again i will always be dazai’s #1 defender, i will fight him himself idc he was only a lil baby :’)
oh my god fun fact i actually almost deleted that line about the heart, i don’t even know why like i was rereading it right before i post and i second guessed myself because i was like ‘i don’t think it rlly flows’ but then i decided against removing it because i liked the line in general SO IM WEEPING AGAIB
bro ranpo needs a promotion for real the headaches this man must get because of people not listening to him 💀
HDOSJDJSJDJJD THE COUPLES GOAL LINE WHEN I TELL YOU I SNORTED WRITING IT HELPPPPP I WAS GIGGLING SO HARD
RED ILYSM IM BUNDLING YOU IN THE SOFTEST BLANKETS AND GIVING YOU A FOREHEAD KISS
i’m so excited for unreal unearth like honestly it’s my pride and joy, i’m so pleased with how my beast!dazai characterization has come out so far and i’m hoping everyone else is going to like it too 🥹 if not ill simply die HAHAH JK JK JK no but really i’m so very excited for it
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Happy New Year, everyone!
Damn, I’m gonna have to dust this blog off-
It’s Circa! (Temperarily) back from my lurking hibernation! I have some writing for y’all for my newest brainrot, In Stars and Time (ISaT)! Please be warned that this game generally talks about really heavy issues. So please read further with caution. The bad formatting is because I had a spike of inspiration and creative energy at like,,, what? 1, 2, 3 in the morning? AND I wrote this into a google doc, lmfao.
Warnings: Angst, slight description of gore, ISaT Spoilers!
I’m not sure what particular act these are spoiling, so I’ll be cautious and put in as many of the spoiler tags as possible because I don’t wanna ruin anyone’s gaming experience on accident!
These are ISaT au ideas!
Looper Odile au (Her birth country, Ka Bue is now the Forgotten Country)
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“Hey, Odile, your accent sounds a little-“ “Unfamiliar?” (Mirabelle startles. You notice and quickly fix your face.) “…Yeah, I know.” “Y-your Vaugardian is perfect, though! I could confuse you for a native!” (…Hah. You laugh. Cackle, even. A little too much. You’re crying.)
(…Okay calm down, you’re scaring Mirabelle.) (You quickly wipe your tears and clean your glasses with a rag.)
“…Ah. Sorry, I needed that.” (Mirabelle has a slightly nervous smile.) “…I can tell.” (Oh gems. You’ve made the situation awkward. Time to end it here.) “…Alright, go away, I’m reading.” (You reopen your bookmarked book.) (Mirabelle gets the message and quickly walks away.)
(…You need to get out of here before you start losing your mind… Any more than you already have.)
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“Odile, have YOU ever run away from home?” (What? This is new… They haven’t asked this before…) (You blink confusedly.)
“…Why are you asking the old lady?” “Ooh, Now I wanna know! Tell us, ‘Dile!” (…And now Boniface has their attention on you. Okay. Erm…) “…I was absolutely furious at my parents about… Something. I ran all of the way to the coast over a few days and took a boat, and then…”
(You refocus on everyone’s faces to help gather your thoughts…) (They’re starry eyed, holding on to your every word.) “…And then…?”
“That’s all I remember.” “WHAT!?” (You stare wide-eyed at Boniface) “Siffrin’s forgetfulness is rubbing off on you!” “Hey!” (Siffrin pouts dramatically.) (You tune out the rest of their conversation. You’ve heard enough.)
Looper Isabeau au
1
(Not again. Not again. You’ve been put at a standstill AGAIN. You forgot to tell Siffrin to look harder for that key. No. NO. ENOUGH.) (You make a beeline towards the rock. Everyone is staring at you, confused.)
(You frustratedly and impulsively hit the rock as hard as you can.) (Why is it not broken yet? …Fine.)
(You hit it again, and again, fists getting bloodied and dark as the rock slowly caves under the pressure.)
(…It breaks.)
(…No, that’s not the right word… It shatters.) (Yes. Yes! YES!) (You turn excitedly to your friends.)
(…Oh. They’re scared. You realize that you’re smiling a little maniacally. You quickly fix your face.)
“…Got it!”
(…They’re stepping back from you. Why?) (You’ve helped! You were helpful! Helpful Funny-buff Isabeau! And they’re looking at you like… No.) (Madam Odile has put herself in front of a wide-eyed Bonbon in a protective stance. Mira looks like a deer in headlights with her hands covering her mouth. And Sif… Siffrin has their hand on their dagger.)
(Why? You’re being helpful! Whydidtheynotwantyourhelpwhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-) (Wait.) (You barely noticed how mangled your fists are, no wonder they’re so scared of you.) (…You’re a monster Isabeau, a big, disgusting monstererererererer-)
(You feel a tug on your stomach.)
Looper Bonnie au
1
“I know you’re on tonic and juice duty, but you can’t just snatch keys and rush into places we haven’t been to, yet!” “…How did you even know the key would work there, anyway?” (AH! A-port [abort] mission! A-port [abort] mission! Quick, say something!)
2
(Frin’s inviting you to fighting lessons again. But you’re literally stronger than him at this point. …Okay! Okay! Weak hits! Weak hits!)
(…Or… better, yet… You could use this chance to make Frin stronger instead!) (As you try to tune back into what he’s saying, you both notice a sadness. You both get into fighting positions.)
(Frin is trying to weaken it a bit for you.)
“…Okay, first you need to-“ (You tune him out.) (Frin, Frin, Frin, if only you knew how strong I was, now…) (It’s time for you to help him!)
(You rush in and let the Sadness hit you, and purr-pose-fully [purposefully] fling yourself to the ground and lay still for good measure… Just a scratch!)
“BONNIE!” (Frin doesn’t seem to think so, as he finishes off the Sadness in record time.) (They rush over to you.) “BONNIE!” (They pick you up and start running… To Mirabelle maybe?) (Well at least something different is… What’s that noise?)
“*sniff, sniff, hic!*” (…Oh. Frin’s crying. AND he’s taking you to Belle. You have a bad feeling about this…) (Despite your miss-givings [misgivings], you lay still with your eyes closed to not blow your cover.)
“Siffrin! Sif-“ (With a gasp, Belle becomes a blur as she looks at your woo-nds [wounds].) (After she uses her healing craft, you feel a lot better.)
“Bonnie! Are you okay!?” “Never better! I feel great! I’m gonna take a nap now! Don’t worry! I’m just sleepy!” (You remember Belle mentioning that fuh-teeg [fatigue] is a common side effect of having healing Craft used on you. That should curb at least some of their sus-pish-un [suspicion])
“Wai- Bonnie! BONNIE!” (Frin’s still crying.) (You run off before they can stop you.) (Okay. Not the best outcome… Let’s just go to the clock tower and regroup for now.)
2.5 (Part 2 of the thing earlier)
**Siffrin and Mirabelle focused**
(…Bonnie ran off before you could react.) (…And Siffrin’s inconsolable right now. The townsfolk are politely looking away. You take him to a secluded field.)
(…You don’t know what to say. You should start with…)
“…Siffrin. What happened?” (They turn to look at you blearily.) “…” (…They’re not responding. You should probably say someth- Oh, he’s opening his mouth.)
“…Bonnie rushed in while I was teaching them to fight. And they didn’t seem like they were paying attention to what I was saying in the first place… *sniff* …They got hit and fell so I had to deal with the sadness really quickly before I could pick them up. I…”
(He breaks down into tears again… You can’t really do much else except be there for him, seeing as they don’t like touch.) (…You’ll talk to the others — and more importantly, Bonnie themselves, later. Siffrin needs you right now.)
…Aaaaand that’s about it for now! I’m very much considering posting these to my ao3. Wait, what? I didn’t say anything about it? Ah, shit, erm. It’s the same user as my main blog here on tumblr, @/CircadianAnomaly. I haven’t posted anything, yet, so y’all aren’t missing much, lmfao. Do let me know, though — I crave feedback!
Bye for now!
- Circa [:
#in stars and time#isat game#ISaT au#writing#textpost#fanfic#?#isat act 3 spoilers#isat spoilers#original post
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Carnival?
College AU Trigun- Carnival HC’S!
In which you and the gang go to a carnival :)
Vash/reader elements <3
TAGS: @h4venpha @lune010 @vashfantasy @macncherries
And thank you @cowboylivio for the help on this one!
This isn’t in school or anything but I figured because it’s modern au and they’re college student age and probably going to college it fit lol
-Vash loves funnel cakes. Probably prefers the OG plain powdered sugar
-Wolfwood likes chocolate syrup and powdered sugar
-Milly swears by the overly sugary strawberry jam and whipped cream
-in a rare moment of agreement, Meryl and Knives agree that they are way too sugary but Vash will insist they have a bite (they cave) (it’s still too sugary)
-Vash will do ridiculous poses on the merry go round/carousel and would love it if anyone posed with him. What do you mean there’s only one person per horse? :( it makes for a bunch of cute photos tho!!
-Vash gets a large frozen iced lemonade and Wolfwood and Nai separately warn him to not chug it all just because it’s hot out because he will get a brain freeze (guess who got a brain freeze) (him.)
-Nai kinda lags behind everyone else. He was dragged along by Vash in hopes for him to have fun, but this truly isn’t his scene.
-For the carnival games, Vash is good at the shooting but with his luck he ends up with a faulty gun. Nai bargains with the vendor to give Vash his prize
-Wolfwood and Vash have a bit of a friendly competition on who can win the most
-Milly gets lost and they find her in the livestock barns somehow inside the goat pens because she made a new friend
-Meryl berated her immediately- she was so worried! Ugh! >:( (she’s worried for her girlfriend- I mean roommate)
-Knives is the only one who can tear them away from the animal barns and it takes so so long
-Meryl has a messenger bag and she’s kinda sorta prepared? To be fair, nobody got much beforehand notice before they were just on the road and at the carnival itself lol. She has sunscreen that has to be repeatedly borrowed
-Oo also firm believer that whenever someone wants to break a 20 or smth she’s the person they go to
-you know that one carnival ride? Where you’re locked in a cage whatever and get tossed around for a good minute? Yeah Wolfwood and Vash in one of those. It’s the funniest shit ever
-Vash gets super dizzy LMAO
-he almost vomits up all the sugary shit he’s eaten 😭
-pat his back and ask him if he’s ok pls
-he’ll look up at you with weary eyes and give a thumbs up, “yeah! Fine..” (and then proceed to almost bump into Wolfwood while walking LMAO)
-Milly insists on trying a bunch of carnival food, some of her taste is really questionable (who wants deep fried lard??) but she’s just curious and if you indulge her in trying some of the greasiest oiliest food you’ve ever seen she’ll be very happy
-Nah but fr if Milly ran a food acc/food vlog she’d get so much hype bro <33
-Imagine going on the carousel with Vash OMG
-mutual pining goes crazy here like you’re laughing and taking photos (like earlier)
-Milly, Meryl and Wolfwood went to go try more food and Knives excused himself for some fresh air away from the noise and lights (it was getting overwhelming for him)
-he helps you onto the pony, hand brushing yours as you both grab onto the pole and chuckle. The music starts to play, harmonious and oddly nostalgic, lights beautiful amidst the darkening sky
-you peek at him, his orange lenses oddly fitting into the bright lights around you both. He’s got this small smile that blooms into a gushy, dorky grin that makes you almost freeze- his sandy blonde hair sways with the movement of the pony as he chuckles, almost falling off as he’s caught staring at you too
-but of course the ride ends, and your good friend Vash + yourself make it back to the rest of the gang and eventually go home
-You both think about that moment more than you’d like to admit.
#chris writes#trigun#trigun stampede#millions knives#knives millions#trigun stampede headcanons#vash the stampede#vash Trigun#Trigun vash#college au vash#college au knives#college au wolfwood#college au#college au milly#college au meryl#meryl stryfe#milly thompson#nicholas d wolfwood#nicholas d. wolfwood#vash saverem#Nai saverem#vash x you#vash x reader#millions knives x you#millions knives x reader#hesdcanons#trigun headcanons
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Poly!Greasy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel || Drabble
Plot: Established relationship!You get dressed up for your boys, and Wheezy of course knows exactly what you’re up to- Greasy however, ever-boneheaded when it comes to a pretty girl in a pretty dress, does not. But that’s okay!~
I got some bad intentions
Lucky for you
I'll take your coat, your hat, your inhibitions too
//
I put my red dress on
Poured the whiskey stiff and strong
Candles by the bed
Lighting up my silhouette
You're gonna tell your friends that you made the move
But honey if you only knew
I put my red dress on
Just to watch you
take it
off.
(Red Dress, Sophia Scott)
*I’m so out of practise with these two (in a non-au sense) 😅 But I really wanted to write this (Its just quick and simple ^^). I hope its okay! ^^ Happy New Year!
Warnings: Illusions to smut. Unedited.
Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy, @astrid-flo , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookifi .
WHEEZY’s POV
When we walk in and Y/N’s just raisin’ up from where she was bent over the coffee table lighting some candles on there, flicking a match until the flame is blown out - that damn red dress on her, the one she pulls out every time she wants something from us cuz she knows it’s a winner, - I look right over to Greasy. It’s hard to look away from Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure as hell not immune, but I could not miss his reaction.
Annd… yeah. Goddamnit Grease, get that jaw off the fucking floor, this woman already thinks she can get anything outta you - us, - in that dress, no need to confirm it for her! Shit. I know that man has dignity; he must hang it up with his hat when he walks in here.
Still, its pretty funny. With a smirk on my lips, smokes grit in my teeth, I shake my head at him.
I look back over to Y/N then, closing the apartment door behind Grease since he’s forgotten all about it approaching Y/N (without me, I’m pretty sure everyone in this building woulda seen them fucking for this exact reason), I see a pretty little smirk spread across her red lips (The lipstick too?... jesus fucking christ, she really wants something from us huh.) and she tilts her head at Greasy. “… turn off the lights for me, please?”
“… but why? Mi amor, I want to see all of- “Before he can finish, I punch the lights myself; leaning back against the door and watching them both, not willing to join ‘em yet. Not til I know what she wants… Her eyes slide over to me, and I raise a brow at her. Asking. “El fumador- “
Ignoring the frustrated tone in Greasy’s voice, I continue to look at Y/N. Half because I’m waiting for her to cave- and half because, well, she’s damn pretty.
Of course, she doesn’t cave, she just flicks the black and used match onto the coffee table and sets her hands on her perfect fucken hips. Then, looking thoughtful with the firelight flickering in her eyes, she fixes her hair; lifting it off her shoulders for a moment and letting it fall back down like she’s relaxin’. It’s a move.
… and I won’t lie, it does something for me.
And it definitely does something for Greasy; his own fire reflected eyes glazed-over with something stronger than lust and licking all over her- goddamnit, man, pull yourself together. I wanna laugh.
“Y/N tell me, what’s the meaning of all- “When Y/N’s hands slide up over Greasy’s shoulders, smoothing over his green suit, his words stutter to a clipped stop for a moment as he takes in a deep breath looking down at her. Her eyes are on his lips, his are on… well. Not her lips, that’s for sure- “Uh, hah, all this… ”
“I just missed my boys,.. Grease why don’t you take off your jacket?”
For a moment, Greasy looks daring; leering down at her with sharp teeth like a hungry wolf. “… why don’t you do it for me?” For a second, if you didn’t know better, y’might think he’s himself again; cunning and sly, the bosses right-hand-goddamn-man. But all Y/N’s gotta do is bat those eyelids and tilt her head to the side ever-so-slightly (She’s got this down to a science; its impressive), and Greasy’s backbone reverts back to a mashed potato state.
“Cuz I’m gonna go pour the drinks!” She moves her hands down to the opening in his jacket and tugs carefully, leaning into his ear. “Stiff and strong… “
I don’t even see Greasy move- just see that green jacket flutter and fly behind the couch, forgotten.
When her eyes glide over to me in the soft darkness of the room, a giggle in her eyes from Greasy’s enthusiasm (He’s so lucky she finds it cute- everyone else’d call it creepy), she gives me a slow once-over from head to toe. I don’t move a goddamn muscle. “… you glued to that door, Wheezy?”
“Nope. Like it here. Great ventilation.”
“Uhuh… Well you’re gonna miss out on all the fun.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.” Greasy intervenes, still looking at her. She gives him an amused, perturbed look- almost forgetting tonight’s seductress act, almost laughing at her boyfriend. She’s fucken adorable.
“I know you don’t- “Stifling the grin with grace, she shakes her head and looks back at me again. “But I don’t want Wheezy to feel left out.” She pouts, and I wanna kiss her- but I stay where I am. I can kiss her all I like after I know what the cheeky little lady’s after here. That look in her eye aint sittin’ right, with me. When after a moment she decides she’s not gettin’ anywhere with me, she sighs and turns back to Grease who’s still eyeing her like a starving predator. Who hasn’t stopped, since we walked in and saw her in the dress. “Well- he can join us later.”
“Fantastic idea.” Greasy breathes, his clawed fingers finally raising up to touch her (Good on him for lasting this long, though. Impressive for him), his eyes lookin’ hypnotised. “Let the old man join us when he’s got the energy.”
… “Oy- “I have the ener-
“Sh sh sh.” Greasy waives me off, and I sigh; rolling my eyes. Whatever. Y/N gives another forgetting-her-seductress-act kinda grin at us, before stepping away from Greasy and going to get the drinks in the kitchen. While I’m thinkin’ good, I could use a drink, my sly partner here takes the opportunity to whirl around and hold a stern finger up at me. “Alright el fumador!! What are you doing?? You’re ruining the mood!! Whatever you’re doing-- stop it!! If you can’t play nice, go take a long, long walk around the block!! In fact walk all the way to the apartment and stay there, because I have intentions with our lovely Y/N, and- ”
“Grease.”
“- and they are very detailed, and very delicious, and you are not going to take them away from me!- “ Man this guy can talk.
“Grease- “
“No! I don’t want to hear it! Close your mouth and be very very nice to Y/N, or I’ll stick your disgusting cigerettes in the freezer!”
… well that aint nice. Before I can pipe up again, try to explain to Grease what’s going on, Y/N walks back in and somehow she’s gotten hotter. Holy…
“Here you go!” Y/N hands Greasy a drink, and I once again watch all thought (Or, most thought) slip outta his head again lookin’ down at her before she moves on to hand me my drink. I nod, thanks. “… what were y’all talkin’ about? Don’t leave me out! ^^”
Greasy straightens his shoulders, raising to his full height to give me a Look. A shut up your pie hole, kinda look. I sigh, and shake my head; taking a drink. “Nothin’, doll.”
“Absolutely nothing~ “Greasy agrees, approaching us both at the door and slithering a serpentine arm around her waist. “Now~ Minx~ You got me all liquored up- what will you do with me now?~”
“You haven’t taken a sip yet… “I mutter into my glass, getting a sharp glance from him before he looks right back down at our girl. Whatever.
Y/N, bold as all hell, just tucks her pretty fingers under the knot in Greasy’s tie and guides him down into a kiss. A slow, deep kiss that’s really something to watch; I can’t lie. Seein’ my girl kiss my doofus guy aint ever bad.
… Damnit maybe I’m a sucker, too.
When she reaches over, mid lip-lock with Grease, and slips two more of her pretty fingers into the crook of my arm - guiding me closer to them, so she can kiss me next, - I fucken let her. Whatever she wants, she can have.
#Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel Drabble#Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel Drabble#Greasy Weasel x Reader Drabble#Wheezy Weasel x Reader Drabble#Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel#Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel#Greasy Weasel x Reader#Wheezy Weasel x Reader#Greasy Weasel#Wheezy Weasel#Toon Patrol#Toon Patrol x Reader#Drabble
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I was tagged by @kurtsascot and @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion so here's four sets of sentences from unpublished fics/chapters featuring Klaine, Hevans, Seblaine, Sebklaine, and Kurtbastian. A whole swath of multishipping goodness.
Under a cut, because it's long.
From the continuation of my Autistic!Kurt Klaine fic Feel the Glass Start to Crack. Tagging @esilher in this one because I know how much they loved the first part.
“Were you serious about helping me break up with Andrew? Because I’ve been petrified every single time I’ve tried to break up with him before and I don’t have much faith that I’ll succeed this time without some serious good vibes and a great gameplan.”
Blaine’s jaw dropped. “K-Kurt?” he asked, his heart thrumming. Kurt had still been too tired and overstimulated by the time Blaine had headed home from the diner for him to actually speak and Blaine hadn’t even gotten a text from him in the days since.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, “Hi, Blaine. It’s me. And I’m catastrophizing, care to help?”
Blaine laughed. “Oh, sorry,” he said, remembering how his laughter had startled Kurt before.
“You’re fine, I have you on low volume and I’m in my closet, which is basically my good sensory cave. Also, my hiding place from Andrew because he is driving me crazy.”
“Do you two live together?” Blaine said, moving from his piano to his couch.
“No, but he has a key and he’s being…” Kurt groaned and Blaine could hear him drumming his fingers against some hard surface. “He saw us leave together after the rave and now he thinks I’m cheating on him. And instead of that getting him to break up with me which would be actually useful, he’s instead being extra clingy. Sorry I haven’t messaged you, he keeps checking my phone.”
Next from my currently unnamed Season 2/3 AU that I'm affectionately referring to as The Glee Sagas: The Hevans Saga, The Klaine Saga, and The Seblaine Saga. This is from The Seblaine Saga.
“I heard tell you were a stripper,” Sebastian said, sidling up to the stool beside Sam. He waved down the bartender for another drink. “Which obviously means you dance, and yet…” He took a sip and stared at Sam expectantly.
Sam shrugged, downing the rest of his beer. “We’re not back together yet,” he said, “I guess I don’t know how close I’m allowed to get to him right now.” He watched Kurt and Blaine dancing together. They had an easy rhythm that Sam hadn’t seen before. Blaine’s hands were confident when he gripped Kurt’s hips or spun him around. Kurt kept leaning in close to talk into Blaine’s ear, one hand fanned out over his chest, the other gently gripping his elbow to pull him closer.
“That certainly isn’t stopping them,” Sebastian said. He gave Sam a sly smirk but Sam could see his eyes were narrowed and guarded.
Sam frowned.
“Oh, Kurt hasn’t told you,” Sebastian said, but there was something about the way he said it that made Sam think he already knew Sam was unaware.
“Told me what?” Sam asked, sitting up straighter.
Sebastian’s grin grew, his eyes darkening. “They had a bit of a… well, a Grease moment, if you know what I mean. Some Summer Lovin’ one might say.”
Sam’s heart dropped to his stomach. Sebastian handed him another beer that Sam didn’t know when he’d ordered it. Kurt’s cageyness when they ran into Blaine at the coffee shop made more sense. How much he had not wanted to spend the evening at Scandals. How much he drank once they were here until his anxious smile melted into something real.
“I thought you and Blaine were dating,” Sam said.
Sebastian laughed loud enough that it startled Sam, but the exuberance of it felt forced. Like Sebastian was pretending very hard that he didn’t not care about Blaine’s relationship with Kurt. But he was watching them just as closely as Sam was.
“Anderson and I are fucking, nothing more. Kurt’s starting to get a bit of a reputation for being a heartbreaker. Left Blaine high and dry before the summer was over. Blaine was lucky enough that I showed up to help ease the pain.”
From my Mrs. Winterbourne inspired Seblaine AU (Devon is Blaine, for plot reasons he's going by his middle name)
“Oh,” Sebastian chuckled, “you found my old Dalton uniform.”
Sebastian expected him to make a joke about naughty school boy Sebastian, but he didn’t even shift his gaze towards his voice. “You uh, you went, you– what’s Dalton?”
Sebastian frowned, leaning against the doorjam. “Private school in Ohio. Dad thought it would help me grow up. I was known for being a bit of an immature asshole when I was younger.”
“Only when you were younger?” Devon joked, but he still hadn’t stopped looking at the blazer. His breathing was slow and calculated.
Sebastian approached and rubbed his hands up and down Devon’s arms. Devon pulled his hand away from the hanger like he’d been burned, finally managing to tear his gaze away from it.
“You should try it on,” Sebastian said. “It’ll be big but I’m sure you’d really pull off the bashful school boy look.”
He reached for the blazer but Devon stumbled a few inches away from him. His pupils were huge, almost blacking out the honey gold of his irises. “I don’t–” he started.
“I insist,” Sebastian said. He didn’t know why he was pushing it when Devon was clearly panicked about it, but he had a gut instinct that this would help him understand Devon, and if he didn’t, he’d lose his chance entirely.
He slipped the blazer off its hanger and approached Devon carefully. He made a circular motion with his finger and Devon close his eyes before turning aroun. Sebastian slipped the jacket up his arms and over his shoulders and guided him over to the full length mirror.
He stepped up close behind Devon and rested his chin on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his stomach. “What’d I tell you?” he whispered in Devon’s ear. “Flawless.”
And the fic that this one comes from is a secret, but it's Sebklaine with a special focus on Kurtbastian.
“Sometimes this all feels to good to be true,” Sebastian mumbled.
“Seba–”
“Don’t, Hummel,” Sebastian cut him off. He flipped his textbook shut and began packing his things. “I knew that’s how you’d react, which is why I didn’t tell you–”
Kurt put a hand over Sebastian’s to stop him. “Which is exactly why you should have told me,” he said. “Or Blaine.”
Sebastian rolled his neck, pulling his hand away, but he didn’t return to packing up. “I’m very lucky, you know,” he said, “getting every I everything wanted with Blaine and getting you. Whatever that means.
“But you’re still Kurt and Blaine, soulmates, destined to meet. And I’m just… your unicorn,” Sebastian said with a shrug. “Even more so if I’m actually dating you too.”
Kurt wrinkled his nose. “I hate that term. The way it commodifies the third partner. Creates a hierarchy.”
“But there is a hierarchy!” Sebastian said. “All of your friends certainly think so. ‘Oh, of course Kurt and Blaine are coming. Sebastian? Oh, yeah, they’ll probably bring him.’ I’m an afterthought.
“And how long until the afterthought gets forgotten entirely?”
And I honestly don't know who to tag, so anyone who wants to can participate.
#daisyishedwig writes#klaine#hevans#seblaine#sebklaine#kurtbastian#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#sam evans#sebastian smythe
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Find the word Tag
I was tagged by @tales-from-nocturnaliss and you can see her post here.
No pressure tagging: @tephis, @rachaellawrites, @mthollowell-writes, @author-a-holmes, @winterandwords and the leaving an open tag -
your words are - Warrior, Skills, Teach, Mind
My words are - Ominous, Sun, Livid, Tentacle
Snips bellow the cut
Ominous - From You Spino Me Right 'Round
"I'll probably get myself killed either way." Anthony looked around the forest outside of the cave entrance feeling doubt try to claw at his throat, reminding him that he was no one's first pick for athletics. "But at least I'll have tried."
Anthony bolted to the nearest tree, pressing himself tightly to the rough bark and starting to slowly push himself around it. His eyes rolled around as he tried to keep his breathing level as he made his way around the tree, swallowing the panic down as he made his way to the next tree. He had to dart his eyes down to his feet frequently to be sure he would not trip over himself and risk alerting anything of his location. But he couldn't help but feel that someone was watching him too. He hoped it was paranoia. He had looked up only long enough be sure he was heading the right way when he stepped on a stick. He flinched as the snapping sound echoed around him. He cracked an eye open and looked around. It appeared but he didn't see anyone rushing through the trees towards him. Anthony sighed with relief.
Then a deep angry roar ripped through the forest and the relief melted back to fear. Anthony bolted away from the sound of the roar. He tripped and stumbled and could hear the ominous sound of large clawed feet crashing through the forest. Getting closer.
Sun - From the unnamed Underworld Soulmate AU with OCs
Lucian felt his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at his lelki tars. for the second time in his life Lucian watched his soulmate struggling against binds holding her to a pole. And he could only struggle against the hands holding him down. He heard his best friend snarling nearby, Raze struggling not because he cared about the vampire set to face the sun, but because his own mate was going nearly feral seeing her sister murdered in front of her. Lucian wanted to feel bad for his packmate, but all he could feel was the pain that his mate was being murdered by the same man who had murdered his first mate. The same way. The only difference to Lucian's mind, is he had claimed Sonja. He had been so busy fighting Riley that he had barely even acknowledged they were mates. Unlike Sonja though, Riley was not begging Victor for her life. She was not crying, she did not even smell of fear. She was angry.
Livid - Unnamed Jayne/Simon Firefly A/B/O AU
"Instincts, right?" Jayne asked. He knew the little omega would need any excuse he could take to let Jayne do what he was not convinced was only instinct. The had always had a pretty mouth after all.
"Yeah. Instincts." Simon swallowed and looked back down at his hands, tightening his wrapping of the gauze. Reminding himself not to be hurt by it. It was just his own response. "We should probably ignore it..."
"What cha think 'ill happen if we don't?" Jayne asked taking a step forward despite himself. Despite knowing exactly how livid Mal would be if he though Jayne took advantage of their good doctor.
"Depends on how far we let them go." Simon could feel his heart beat picking up pace. He rolled his shoulders and turned his back to the alpha, putting the gauze away. "Probably let us return to some kind of normal faster. Except whatever we allow them to do."
"So if I take you to my bunk," Jayne's mouth was against the back of Simon's neck, his hands dwarfing Simon's own hands as he caged Simon in against the counter. "What would happen?"
"Jayne." Simon gasped lightly his body responding to the presence of an alpha so willing and so close. He shivered and resisted the urge to press back into the alpha who's scent had surrounded him for his heat.
"What would happen?"
Tentacle - From a fantasy found family WIP with no title and is on the back burner(it's document title is a reminder that it was supposed to only be one scene...and then it spiraled out of control).
Nazaire wrapped his arms around Maude tightly, she gasped against his mouth. His arms were too tight, but complaining was the furthest thing from her mind with the water lapping around them. Her legs wrapped around his hips to hold herself close as they floated in the waves.
“Don’t let go.” She whispered as his mouth moved down to her neck with his teeth scraping against her neck.
“Promise.” He growled as his tentacles began moving around her body. They slid around her legs, pushing her skirt up further until it was bunched above her hips.
#tag games#find the words#originalwork#writblr#dux writing#duxwriting#fanfiction#Jur-ASS-ic#YouSpinoMe#OCStory#Jayne/SimonABO#UnderworldSoulmateAU#oc shit#oc characters#jayne/simon#jayne x simon#jayne cobb#simon tam#firefly fanfiction#underworld fanfiction#lucien x oc
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Hello!! I saw in the tags of a post that youd like more asks, which made me brave enough to send one
Would u mind rambling a bit about your rengiyuu fic(s)? I get excited when I hear that you're working on them but I don't know if you've published any/ any chapters yet?
I hope you're having a nice day!! 🌻
hI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING AND I AM SO SORRY _(:3 」∠)_
So it AAALLL started with my overlong post-Entertainment District Coping fic I wrote the majority of between episodes 10 and 11 of Entertainment District, trying to find a way for Tanj and the bois to survive the. yknow. Gigantic Poison Explosion.
I wrote Giyuu and Shinobu heading there with an antidote, and Giyuu having to dig around through the rubble to find Tanjiro, half dead. In that I draw comparisons between his relationship with Tanjiro and his relationship with the now-deceased Kyojuro, very different but all leading into the same conclusion: He can't stand to lose anyone else who is as special and just sunshine incarnate as Kyo was. It's told interspersed between Giyuu trying to find/save Tanjiro and my headcanon for Giyuu and Kyo's first meeting, in which Giyuu became a Hashira AFTER Kyo and Kyo was his mentor throughout. Never finished or published it because most of it didn't make sense in canon after Ep 11 came out.
Then I moved onto my Demon!Rengoku bullshit. In this fic that takes place any time post Entertainment District, Rengoku has been posthumously turned into a demon by Douma in an attempt to get close to/kill Tanjiro. Waking up with no memory, no awareness that he's a demon, and nowhere else to go, Kyo wanders to Giyuu's house. Giyuu tries to just end him right then and there but can't work up the nerve, even when Kyo attacks him. Haven't gotten too far, but the gist is that he and Kyo have to team up (with Akaza?? [obviously he'd be fucking PISSED that Douma managed to turn Kyo when he couldn't, so maybe some enemy of my enemy is my friend?]) to figure out who turned him and how to turn him back. Probably my spiciest fic? Demons sexy what can I say. I think I'm pretty good at writing smut but I can literally never work up the nerve so. yknow.
I ALSO have a much more fluffy fic based on the idea of Giyuu being injured in battle, waking up in the butterfly mansion with Kyo having thought he died. Kyo tries to confess that he's realized his love for him but panics last minute and ends up saying he's realized Giyuu never met his brother. Giyuu accepts and they end up on a date that neither really realizes is a date except poor Senjuro, who now kind of has to play matchmaker! Very fluffy and silly and a good break from the darker fics I had been working on.
Annnnd another less overtly Rengiyuu fic as part of my Modern AU in which Giyuu (Kyo's roommate[and they were ROOMMATES]) and Sanemi (over at their apartment because he was bored) find themselves embroiled in the Rengoku family drama after Senjuro and Kyo appear at their apartment, Kyo with a black eye from their father. Explores Giyuu and Sanemi's shared past (dead siblings), Sanemi's relationship with his own father, and my personal thoughts for how Shinjuro and Kyojuro's relationship would have played out A.) If Kyo never died and B.) in a modern setting.
That was interrupted by As the World Caves In (read it here!) and will likely be interrupted by some Everybody Lives AU Secret Relationship bullshit in the future.
*Takes a huge deep breath*
So yeah anyway i loooove being Normal! For real though thank you for asking, I will die on this Ship and will always welcome the opportunity to ramble incoherently about it !!
#anon#THANK YOU FOR ASKING SKLJFLKD#kny#rengiyuu#rose's rambles#my GOD am i normal#i just have such a thing for the silent protagonist silent communication thing#kyo being the only one who can understand his quietness paradoxically (because he's so loud) is just sooooooooo . oompgh#also just. pure mental illness from both of them in different directions#rengiyuu wednesday lives in my mind rent free#in fact I pay rent to rengiyuu wednesday in the form of my various diseases spat out onto google docs and tumblr posts
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Marron bullshit to put on @writing-heiress twst avatar au part 1
Bringing up the fact I made Jasir unique be the literal avatar. This man would be from the calmest reasonable prince Freya can respect to get influenced by her and Minako for a few moments of life to get involved in danger to not give a shit and be ready to spout out roasts out of no hesitation.
Probably also get his ass beaten for not telling Freya he learned to bend gold (I call this the gold bending/ he can find gold nuggets in lakes and caves and bend them into pure gold coins for currency), probably also knows bloodbending, somehow knows to glass bend for a split moment, and might’ve studied more medicine then his family to fucking mess with them.
But the Minako influence being rubbed off him thing? Yeah. YEAH HE WILL BE DEBATING TO TELL HIS FAMILY HE ACTUALLY HAS MASTERED FOUR ELEMENTS AND KNOWING HE COULD’VE RULED THE EARTH KINGDOM HE JUST CHOOSES TO WAIT FOR THE BEST OPPORTUNITY BUT REALLY LOVES TO SHIT TALK ABOUT HIS OWN FAMILY WITH NO HESITATION
Jasir, very done after being dragged everywhere: man I want to tell my shitty family bend every element just to fuck with them.
Freya: exCUSE ME WHAT-
Jasir: but I really…… really want to tell my brother I hooked up with his ex two weeks ago. She said i was the better twin.
Minako: *wheeze*
Jasir: I learnt to bend Gold by accident but I find it useful because if they disown me. I would be rich to steal gold from mines or lakes and no one will give a shit about it-
Yuu: WAIT YOU CAN WHAT-
Jasir: I am going to ruin my family some day…..
Srs he is ready to bend everything and probably destroy his own home and get away with it while also taking the family tiger too. Liliana is just suffocating Minako with her giant height and fur. She just a hint tiger who probably almost killed the twins few too many times and they accept that would be their way to go.
@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @liviavanrouge
Jasir after Mina dared him to burn his house three times and this was his wanted poster which he refused to let it be changed:
Update to my tag: it’s actually 1 am now.
Ps: no I won’t fucking sleep I live for chaos
Me when my brain thinks of the stupidest idea yet so genius to me:
Funny thing is I’m fucking listening to “fun facts with Wan” on TikTok and next shit happen for me to think Jasir can actually see the avatar spirits and never fucking said a word of it and just waited on a very serious moment to just say “oh yeah. I see the avatar spirits. Yeah. Yeah for my entire fucking life.”
Freya: ….. ARE YOU KIDDING ME-
Jasir: im surprise as you, I ain’t the avatar but here I am bending four elements with no relations to any avatar or nomads in that order. My best friend who I confide secret is a tiger, my family dote on a boy who blood bends his way around anything, and I fucking can gold bend. My life should’ve been normal. I would’ve been fine if I was just an earth bender but granted someone said “hey let’s fuck up this kid” look where I stand! I stand on a wire!
I should be asleep but my brain just refuses so if anyone wanna talk about crazier ideas for au’s or somewhat. I’ll be open until my brain thinks about more info or how unhinged the avatars would be to guide Freya or encourage her to go apeshit on someone.
And maybe I’ll draw her about to bend someone existence out again, making it the third time I’ll draw her. Maybe. Unless I debate on drawing her smacking the shit outta Jasir for holding the boiling tea then so be it. Someone will be smacked on sight.
This post got too long then I expected but I can just say this.
I have no control, I am just the embodiment of chaos and I want to eat soup so late.
#I keep forgetting I made Jasir the avatar in Twst canon I forgot about it#Jasir: I am so fucking done I am at my fucking limit with this family I will pay you to sock them a#Freya and Minako: Bet#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#twst#marron ocs#twst oc#Jasir Horglas#It is nearly 1 am here#Twst Avatar au#muts ocs#Muts au#freya grimoire#minako sakamaki#Revoke my brain but y’all need it for the chaotic ideas I make on the spot
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Thank you for the tag @happyaspie
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
- 89! I have a lot of other works that never made the move from LJ to a03 tho.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
- 1,100,235. I like to think this is an indication of how my mental health is, lmao.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
- Mosly MCU Irondad but I have caved and started writing Heartstopper lately. And I have some Our Flag Means Death fics in the works. I used to write a lot of McShep for Stargate Atlantis, as well as Supernatural, Harry Potter, Torchwood & Doctor Who.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
- Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter's Emergency Contact + One Time He Shows Up Anyway 5,410 kudos
-Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited 2,824 kudos
- The Hero of Our Own Story 2,033 kudos
- There is Always One Last Light to Turn Out 1,854 kudos
- For We are Bound by Symmetry 1,730 kudos
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I like to say thank you to everyone who comments because I am forever grateful for it!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
If You Find That You Feel Lost, I'll Be Your Ticket Back which I think has a happy ending to it but others disagree. And Films About Ghost which also is a happy/sad ending. There's resolutions but it's not what everyone wants.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hmm, I think they all end kinda happy? lol Maybe Operation: Graduation but it's very light hearted.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Yeah, not very often but I think sometimes I like moving away from tropes and mixing it up a bit. For We Are Bound by Symmetry got some hate on how I handled the bio!Dad thing. We Always Walked a Very Thin Line got some unexpected hate! And recently there was an anon on Edges of Your Name that poked a little.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes, I'm writing one now, lol. I mostly do slash but I've dabbled in het a few times.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Nah, not really.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope! I don't look for it anyway and I doubt anyone would want to steal my shit, lol.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes!! Oh my god, someone did two fics in RUSSIAN and I was so happy I cried! Honestly I felt so good about it!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
A very long time ago, I did a Hanson shoebox AU with my friend, haha. And even before that me and my high school bestie cowork some Hanson fics but nope! I'd love to though. Someone cowrite something with me, please!!!
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
Ngggh. This is hard because my brain is like MCSHEP BITCH (John Sheppard/Rodney McKay) and then immedatly followed by Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring, Aziraphale/Crowley, Ed/Stede, Jack/Ianto. And I just realized a majority of these are CANON which NEVER HAPPENS TO ME and I think I might die of happiness knowing my ships are canon. (Also wow my brain did not come up with a single het ship lol opps)
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
My WIP folder has about 49 fics in it, so yeah. There's a Richard Parker Alive but Terrible Parent fic that I was pretty far into before I gave up. I'd like to actually finish that but I've lost the plot bunny somewhere.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Hmm, I dunno, honestly. I think I can write certain characters well like the funny sarcastic ones (Peter Parker, Charlie Spring, Rodney McKay and even Tony Stark) because it's just me, hi, that's me.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Aside from spelling, lolz? I think I get too wordy sometimes, I have to cut paragraphs off in editing because I just keep going. I also think I can't end a scene to save my life sometimes and get frustrated when I don't think the end point works.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I don't think I really have? I dunno, Nick hasn't spoken French in a fic yet, damn I might just have to add that soon...
19. First fandom you wrote for?
OKAY if we're going to be for reals about this, most likely the Hobbit or The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe. I was writing fic as a kid (self insert no less) without realizing it. Later I'd write "episodes" of like Rainbow Brite, or Carebears, Inspector Gadget, Captain Planet. I'd also write one off Marvel/DC stuff with a self insert superhero (aka me with powers, usually I was an x-man lmao).
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Nhggh, that's hard. I like, act like I like what I write but I also end up like, hating it? I think I really love how Just an Intern turned out, from conception to finishing it, it was a fun write. And I quiet like how Edges of Your Name has come together too. But I think I had a little magic in me when I wrote There is Always One Last Light to Turn Out somehow. I wrote the thing in like 2 days and I think it came out rather well for something I mostly texted to speech as I was driving to work, ha.
And I'm terrible at tagging people so whomever!
#fanfic#asks#irondad fic#heartstopper fic#a03#i like talking about my own writing if you couldn't tell
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