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╭─► ❝The Servant: Umbrella Academy's Servant❞
Five Hargreeves × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd)
➢ Description : It's a well known fact that Sir. Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 children to save the world from it's impending doom. Though, the number of children will change from 7 to 8 once a close friend of his, Rita Rossweisse was on her death bed and requested him to take in her child, who fortunately was born on October 1st 1989.
➢ Word Count : 9,537
➢ Links : Masterlist && Character Profile
➢ Note : I just wanted to give a heads up for people who like Luther, he's going to be a bit antagonistic towards the reader because she's an accomplice. Also, in S1 of TUA, the writers' focused on his mission driven trait which led to a snowball effect on his decisions and how he treated others (ex: Vanya), though that does not mean I will be writing him off as an antagonist throughout the whole series, just this season since he is still learning and growing. I mean no harm Luther simps / stans / fans. 🏳️
Also, it's been three years since I have done Wushu (Chinese martial arts) so the fighting scene might be crappy. It will be inaccurate as well since I never reached orange belt lol, I just watched YouTube videos of Agatha Wong and other Wushu martial artists. ;-;
Chapter 3: Extra Ordinary
Blue light streamed through the window as Allison sat on the windowsill, a cigarette in hand; she took in the scenery from the place she once considered home. The sound of car horns beeping accompanied the lively city atmosphere, whilst the lights of the streetlamps came off harshly. Oddly enough, this loud environment felt homely to her. The rumor inhaled the cigarette then exhaled it, letting the flares of the smoke blow out the window. She let herself be more immersed to the atmosphere, which led her unaware of someone else's presence in the room.
"Ah, Miss Allison." The advanced chimpanzee announced his arrival. Allison hurriedly put out the cigarette, leading it to fizzle out. She faced Pogo with a sheepish smile, as though she was not caught red-handed.
"I was looking for you." Pogo returned her smile, then took a small step towards her.
"How did you, uh… did you know I was up here?" The rumor scratched her nape. She really wasn't expecting anyone to walk in on her smoking and emoting to herself.
"Oh, it wasn't hard. This is always where you used to come when you were upset."
"Who told you I was…" The girl in curls paused, then sighed as a certain someone came to mind.
"Luther." She said fiddling with the aged locket that was given to her by the same person.
"Actually, it was Miss Vanya."
Allison was taken aback by his words. Vanya… cared about her? For a moment, she felt regret come over her because her sibling went out of her way to check on her… then she recalled the book. The rumor would have openly showed her grimace at the thought of her sister but, Pogo’s next words took her by surprise.
"She called to make sure you were okay and if it weren't for Y/N reminding me, I would have forgotten to check in on you." Pogo said with a small smile, as though he was silently thanking the girls for caring about Allison's well being.
The girl in curls stood up from the windowsill as she inhaled deeply, stuffing her hands into her pocket. "Yeah, I, um… said some pretty unkind things to her." Though it sounded like she said it out of defeat.
The well dressed chimpanzee frowned at her words, but tried to be optimistic. "She's your sister. She knows you didn't mean it."
Allison scoffed as she looked away. "Doubt it. She doesn't know anything about me, which is fine, cause I don't know shit about her either."
"Language." Pogo said which brought a small smile to the rumor's face followed by a soft chuckle. "Sorry."
"It's just…" The woman breathed through her nose. "It's been a while since we've all lived under the same roof."
"Almost 13 years." He added, which added onto the emotional baggage that Allison was carrying at the moment.
"How did you do it? Alone in this huge house for so long?"
"Well, one grows used to things, even if, sometimes… one shouldn't." The chimpanzee looked away, not wanting to give away the sadness in his eyes.
Wanting to divert the young lass’ attention to something else, Pogo decided it would be a great time to bring her over the CCTV room and to follow through with Master Hargreeves’ plan till the truth is finally revealed.
"Come with me. I want to show you something. It might just cheer you up." The advanced chimpanzee was about to head out the room but he suddenly turned to where Allison stamped out the cigarette earlier. "And make sure you fully extinguished that cigarette. Wouldn't want to start a fire."
The girl in curls chuckles to herself as she now recalled Pogo never lets his guard down, it’s almost like nothing goes under his radar, he acted more father-like than their own father. She then quickly extinguishes the fire and hurriedly catches up with Pogo. The two walked side by side towards the CCTV room, and entered the room together.
The chimpanzee approached the monitors and turned them on to show the familiar memories the academy created back in their youth. "Your father stopped recording years ago. But, I still come here from time to time. When I'm missing you kids."
"Pogo, this is…" The woman was too stunned to speak but she managed to choke out a few words. "Most families have home movies to look back on. We have surveillance footage."
"I hoped it might cheer you up."
"It does…" Allison laughed, letting her guard down and allowed her inner child to be lured in by the memories being replayed by the monitors.
Suddenly, Allison's gaze turns to a monitor of Vanya playing the violin as a smaller Y/N sat beside the violinist cheering her on, though it looked like Vanya wore a fake smile accepting every compliment you gave her.
"And Vanya…" Her smile fell. Vanya was telling the truth.
"Why didn't we include her? I mean, if anybody ever treated Claire like that, I can't even imagine…"
"You were a child, Miss Allison." Pogo pointed out but Allison rebutted. "Yeah… but I'm not anymore and neither is she."
"If you're not in a hurry. The rest of the tapes are in that cabinet." The advanced chimpanzee gestured to the nearby cabinet, while his other hand took out the keys and left it on the table. "Make sure you lock up when you go."
"Things have been disappearing lately. These are too important to lose." He added as Allison softly chuckled at his words. She has a feeling, she knows who might be responsible for it.
Whilst she was busy reminiscing, Pogo stood beside her, double checking at the breadcrumbs he left. He needed the secrets to be unraveled as soon as possible, he can only pray it wouldn’t be too late. The chimpanzee took one last look at Allison then left the room.
Once he left, the woman in curls rummaged through the tapes and found a tape that stood out. It was oddly placed, it even seemed like that it was purposely placed there. She played the footage not expecting much. To her surprise, her expectations were surpassed by the content of the footage.
Her eyes widened, then she straightened herself. "Oh, God. Dad…"
Allison paused the tape, without hesitation, she began to frantically look for Luther in the academy. She checked from door to door only to be frustrated that Luther wasn’t home. She was about to give up until she heard the front door open then ran - more like fast walking - to where the footsteps came from.
The woman in curls grabbed onto Luther’s arm. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you."
"What are you still doing here? I thought you were gone." He raised his brow in her presence.
"No, I was gonna go, and then Pogo showed me this -"
"Well, listen…" The larger male interrupted her with a defeated sigh. "I was wrong about Dad's death."
The woman was astonished by his words, it wasn’t like him. "What?"
"Yeah. I was wrong about Diego. You know, to accuse my own brother of that is just-"
"No, I, I know, I get it." The rumor tried to cut in but got interfered once again.
"- Seeing all of you and being back here… I should be the one who's trying to bring us back together, not tear us apart." Spaceboy said but it more or less it sounded like he was talking to himself in the mirror.
"Would you shut up?!" Allison shouted angrily.
"What?"
"You were right, about Dad." She stated, now it was the male’s turn to be confused by the sudden turn of events.
"Come on, I gotta show you something."
Even though the larger male was silent, she took his arm and guided him to the CCTV room. As they head to the CCTV room, they happen to passby Y/N and Five. Luther and Allison checked on you guys - since you guys looked kinda messed up - but Five had a sudden outburst and you had to make random excuses to bring him to his room, whilst juggling to not drop Delores. Once they were a bit far, Luther finally had the courage to speak up.
"Does Y/N having a mannequin have something to do with whatever you were going to show me?" He asked.
To which Allison threw a look at his direction. "No, and I have no idea where she got that. All I know is she's been glued to Five's side since he got back."
Once they had arrived, the rumor was quick to replay the footage. Luther couldn’t believe what he was watching. At first he was in denial but, as he replayed the clip again and again, he was able to digest the information but he still doesn’t understand… Why would their mother - er robot, rather, “Grace” kill their father? He kept replaying the scene trying to understand what occurred during the night of the murder but, got no answers in the end.
"Play it again." Number one ordered again…
Allison had to refrain herself from rolling her eyes because of how mind numbing it was to replay the same scene over and over again.
"We've watched it over and over, it's the same thing every time." She pointed out.
Luther sighs, she wasn’t wrong, they weren’t getting answers. Reluctantly, the rumor rewind the clip, the VCR whirred indicating it was being replayed.
"Er… what is she doing?" He asked, gesturing towards Grace on the monitor.
"The tea. Did she poison him?"
"Uh- I don't know." The woman in curly hair uncrossed her arms, unsure of what she was witnessing.
The larger male sighed exasperated then turned his gaze towards hers. "Where did you find this?" He gestured to the footage.
Allison stopped leaning against the cabinet then sat on the chair beside Luther's side, "I was looking at old footage of us as kids, and I just saw the footage sitting there."
"Yeah, Dad must have started using the security system again." There was a pregnant pause present in the room.
"He was getting more and more paranoid. He thought people were out to get him." He muttered, recalling the call he had with his dad a month prior.
Back then, He didn’t think much of it but it did worry him that Grace and Y/N weren’t taking care of him. However, after calling Y/N, he felt reassured by her words and assumed that their father was just becoming paranoid for nothing. Now, he regrets taking his words for granted.
"Well… I guess maybe he was right."
"But Mom?" Allison refused to accept this.
"I mean she's not capable of…" She gestured to the footage but as her eyes landed the footage she began to have second thoughts, she sighs. "Is she?"
Suddenly, a memory from the funeral played in Luther’s head.
"Then there's the issue of the missing monocle." The ape hybrid added to his conspiracy. Even though it was silent, you could hear the others internally groaning as more words came out of his mouth.
"Y/N, while you were cleaning up Dad's room, was the monocle still there?"
"Last night I wasn't assigned to give him medicine, it was Mrs. Grace's turn. So I can't be too sure if he wore the monocle. Though the crime scene cleaners and investigators did let me know that they made sure to keep everything in the same spot." You reported, as your thinking pose shifted into your default one.
"Make sure to check the cameras around the time they were cleaning." He commanded, you bowed in return to confirm you will do as he says.
Spaceboy’s eyes widened at the revelation… What if…
"Where was Y/N last night? Why didn't she inform me about the footage?" He bombarded.
"I already told you! Ever since Five came back she's been stuck to his side." The rumor answered not catching onto Luther’s wavelength.
"But, it doesn't make sense, she had the time to check the footage whilst they were preparing the funeral, and didn’t Pogo and her switch shifts in monitoring the CCTVs?”
Suddenly, Allison went silent, as she began to piece the puzzles and see where Luther was coming from, now that he pointed that out, Y/N could be a possible suspect and lately, she has been avoiding the academy for days, ever since Five came back, she could be using him as her alibi. Which makes her even more suspicious but she highly doubts she has something to do with it murdering their father.
After all, it is a well known fact that the servant has always been neutral, that’s why she is given a number that is neither a prime nor an odd number. It would be rare of her to step out of line. Plus, she only does what needs to be done, she wouldn’t do anything if it wasn’t under someone’s orders.
ㅤㅤㅤ❲ T H E ☕ S E R V A N T ❳
It was silent as the duo- trio rather, headed to Five’s room. Five’s head was flooded with ways on how he should retrieve the information to stop the apocalypse with Delores’ assistance. While Y/N’s head was filled with questions for Five, you wanted to ask him questions about the masked people and the people who tried to shoot them down at the doughnut shop but it didn’t feel like the right time to do so.
If only Five was open with you as he was to Vanya then you wouldn’t be reluctant to ask him questions… The only good thing that came out of this was that he trusted you enough to keep you around which made it easier to monitor him.
Once the three entered his room, you placed Delores on a nearby chair as Five stumbled his way to the bed. He fell face first onto the pillow; It sounded like a fart but you had to keep your lips pressed into a thin line or he’d bark at you. To distract yourself from laughing, you glanced at the mannequin, expecting it to do something. Alas, it did nothing but look into where it was painted to look at.
"It might be of use later…” You told yourself but you highly doubted it would be more useful than you.
The servant sighed then turned her gaze towards the boy. “Master Five, let me patch you up.”
“No, I can deal with this myself, I’ll just sleep it off.” He shrugged you off.
Unfortunately for him, you were determined, the look on your face supported that notion. “I’m afraid I won’t allow that. Your wound might get infected if you neglect it. Plus, seeing as you are hell bent on avoiding others, I am the only one who you can order around who wouldn’t try to look over your shoulder.”
Five’s thin lips were ready to bare the teeth that were hidden underneath his lips but his mind intervened before he could do so. You had a point, even though you were unexpectedly dragged into this, you could be of use to him -
"Hey, you know, I've just now realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!" He laughed then added, "All those years by yourself. It's gonna screw with your head being alone."
"If you want to let the stress out, why not ask Y/N for help?"
"Y/N seems like she'd be good in bed, if you're the type to have a corruption kink and all. I wouldn't be surprised if you have one because you seem the type-" Klaus snapped his finger, "And, andd~! She wouldn't get arrested for dating you."
Warmth creeped onto Five’s cheeks as he recalled Klaus’ words from earlier. He was lucky that his face fell first, you wouldn’t be able to see how much you - correction, how much Klaus’ words affected him. In case his ears were reddening as well, he decided to bury his face further into the pillow to hide it but it was a poor attempt on his part.
“Do whatever you want.” His words were muffled by the pillow.
“What?” You asked, unable to hear his words.
The brown haired boy sat up and glared at your direction, which made you regret your words. “Do whatever you want but don't even think of watching me sleep.”
You nodded then, left his room to go get the first aid kit from the infirmary. Which made the boy sigh in relief then returned to lying on the bed but, this time he made sure to avoid lying on his injured side. As he stared into space, he began to silently plan out how he would get more information only to be disturbed by his beloved, Delores.
“Others would take a rest the moment their body hits the mattress yet, here you are letting your thoughts consume you rather than exhaustion.” Delores mused as she laughed at Five's situation.
“I assumed you would be grateful that I took the time to take you out for a stroll. That was no easy task.” The boy retorted, he knew she was going to piss him off for fun, she’s always been like that since they got together.
“Yeah I am grateful but, I would rather get to know my in-laws than be stuck in this room all day.” The mannequin teased with a knowing smirk, she knew Five was easy to play with when he's needy for someone's attention.
“Getting tired of me already? I thought you loved me.” The brown haired boy joked with a grin on his face. It was a rare sight that only Delores got to witness more often than the others.
“I do love you but, I recall you numerous times telling me off that I shouldn’t disturb you when you’re at ‘work’.” She rebutted which made her beloved chuckle in response.
“Smartass.”
“Master Five is everything alright?” You tilted your head, confused by what you had just walked in. The brunette was talking to someone just earlier…
“Oh! Is she the one you mentioned that’s always stuck by Vanya’s side?” Delores was ecstatic to finally meet one of the people Five grew up with. Even though he wasn't fond of you, Delores grew to love you whenever you were brought up with Vanya. She thought you both had a cute dynamic.
The physically young man wordlessly nodded to Delores, which you mistook as him saying that everything was alright. Assuming that everything was alright, you were quick to settle down by his bed and prepared what you needed: bandages, a surgical needle, a synthetic suture, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a clean washcloth along with a small bowl of lukewarm water. Once prepared, you took care of his injured side. The room was silent as the boy let out small huffs and your breathing were the only thing audible but, Five was hearing other things besides your breathing.
"Sweetheart, why don't you introduce me to her? I'd love to get to know her. She seems like a nice girl." The mannequin requested.
The brunette could not tell if she was trying to press his buttons or not. They both knew perfectly well that Delores trying to interact with others would just cause confusion but, his beloved is quite a chatterbox. Five might as well play along, or she would make his ears bleed from constant pleading. The thought of doing so made him roll his eyes, which you caught.
Thinking you did something wrong, you raised a question. "Did I do something wrong, Master Five?"
"Nothing, Delores wants to get to know you." He reassured, as an imaginary grin on Delores’ face grew. If you were not so observant, he would have thrown a quick glare in the mannequin’s direction for her cheekiness.
The mannequin bursted out laughing which made the brown-haired male flustered. "AHAHAHA! We've been together for 31 years and I never knew you had this kink."
"Oh right!" The servant was weirded out by this. You knew that you had to play along if you didn’t want to be torn apart. "I didn't introduce myself. Hi Ms. Delores, I'm Y/N, also referred to as Number Zero."
"I won't lie, she is very adorable. I can see why you'd want to keep her around." Dolores added, a finger ghosting on her cheek that complimented that cheeky grin of hers.
"I'm not keeping her." He hissed at Dolores.
You didn't know what he meant by that so you ignored it, and decided to ask another question. "So uh, what did Ms. Delores say?"
"She said that you seem like someone she'd hang around." The boy lied through his teeth but the blush across his face said otherwise.
"That is a complete 180 from what I said Five~" The mannequin sang then giggled.
For a moment, the room went silent, you were busy with Five's wounds whilst the boy was busy keeping his eyes on the mannequin. Dolores watched from her chair, as though taunting the brunette. The silence was comfortable at first but then it began to grow awkward because it felt like you had to do something to fill in the silence.
Out of nowhere, you blurted out a stupid question. "So, Ms. Dolores, do you like cooking?"
The moment you were able to process what you just blurted out, you wanted to smash yourself into a bloody wall. How could you be so stupid? Who in their right mind would ask if a mannequin - a flammable object, mind you - if it loved to cook. Even if it did, how was it supposed to cook? It would make sense if you were asking a robot or an advanced mammal - actually, anything that is capable of mimicking human behavior - but, of all things you just had to ask, you asked a flammable object if it liked to cook!? You were on the verge of running away at this point and let Five deal with his injury.
"Is she serious?" Dolores asked, surprised by what she heard as well.
Five didn't know what to say to his beloved. Trying to look for confirmation of your sincerity, he turned to you and saw that you were covering your face out of embarrassment. It was kinda cute. Watching the usually blank-faced girl wear a different expression… it made you more human rather than a puppet that the other's usually claimed you to be.
To the other numbers (Five was no exception), the servant seemed inhumane, too perfect to be human, you were practically a doll. If we are talking about what kind of doll would describe you, then "barbie" would be a suitable description. A doll that every girl dreamed to be, a doll that was suitable for every job it came across.
However their assumption of you changed when they noticed the cracks you were trying to hide from them, like how you stiffened and forced yourself to smile despite the insults being hurled at you, how you did want to go against their father but decided against it because of hesitance, and how you try your best to not cry or scream whenever their father needed your blood or for experimentation.
You were just as messed up as them…
From that point on, they recognized that it didn't feel right to label you as a doll. Though it didn't diminish the fact that you acted like a puppet, how you wouldn't act unless someone pulled the strings, how you mimicked others to look natural, and how you spoke like it came out from a script instead of saying what you actually think or feel.
Though, Five supposes this is the reason why you were given the "Number 0", it is neither even or odd. A number that represents balance, you stood on neither side, you were just someone who’s responsible for neutralizing issues before things could escalate. Strangely enough, despite you trying to act normal, you were the one that stood out among the dysfunctional family, because of how mentally unaffected you were by the household. Even Vanya had difficulty expressing her anger for you in her memoir.
Whilst the two numbers were busy with their own thoughts, someone was watching the scenery before her, amused by the silence that settled within the room.
The mannequin internally laughed at what she was witnessing. She found it rather ironic that despite Five being blunt about his distaste for you, you kept chasing him and made sure if he was alright. It was even more hilarious that he was beginning to open up to you but his hostility is still present. He hated you, you disliked him yet, you both cared for each other in your own way.
Even though she didn't have a heart, she felt envious of you. To be able to hold Five, to be able to run after him, to be able to stop him from overworking. You had everything Dolores wanted. But, alas, those are merely musings of a soulless husk.
Although this was an unspoken truth, Five knew his beloved "Dolores" wasn't real, she was merely something that manifested out of thin air because he wanted to keep himself sane during the apocalypse. She even recalled that time when some people from the commission found out about Dolores' existence, and they judged Five's mental state for it, even though Five acted like it was nothing, She was worried for him. They both knew it was the truth but he refused to acknowledge the reality of her existence.
Putting aside her jealousy, the mannequin was glad that despite all the weirdness Five carried, he found someone who did try to understand him. The thought of your open-mindedness and kindness warmed Dolores' non-existent heart.
"Thanks." Five broke the silence, his gaze elsewhere.
"Huh?" You tilted your head, not expecting his words.
"I know you heard me, don't make me say it twice or I'll give you a reason to be deaf." The brunette threatened, usually his threats would make you flinch but, this time it made you smile, not a forced one.
Your genuine smile went unnoticed but the tone of your voice didn't fail to express your sincerity. "You're welcome, Five."
The boy froze up as he realized you were calling him by his name again. He didn't know whether to call you out on it or just let it go… In the end, he failed to notice you had already left his side.
"I didn't think you'd warm up to her considering you told me how much you disliked her." The mannequin teased a knowing look on her face.
The brunette merely rolled his eyes at her then laid down on the bed, avoiding to ruin the stitches you made. "She's one of the tolerable ones, I have no choice."
Dolores smiled to herself knowing that was a lie.
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The next day, both the boy and the girl exited the house through the fire exit, with Dolores carefully placed into the duffle bag along with alcohol. The seance noticed you guys sneaking out and tried to join in but Five declined his offer. As Klaus was busy whining about how much he loved his 'little brother', you managed to hijack a nearby van and let Five drive to his desired location while you sat at the back with Dolores.
The brunette parked the van in front of the prosthetics building, watching people come and go while he fiddled with the glass eyeball in his hand. He mindlessly watched as a woman walked past the stolen van whilst a group of children played ball.
Seeing normalcy made Five sigh, he was envious of those people. People who lived a normal life had it better than him. He could not stop the feeling of envy creeping up on him. After all, they didn't have to worry about putting their lives on the line for others. Unlike them, the boy grew up in a dysfunctional household and got thrusted into the apocalypse at a young age. He was forced to grow up early and prioritize his life over others, which went against the old man's teachings.
As Five was busy with his own demons, he didn't notice you had let in uninvited guests.
You were bored out of your mind, and began to look out the window in hopes of finding something interesting, until you saw a familiar lanky figure heading towards the van. It was Klaus heading towards the van with Luther in tow, you opened the back door and waved at them to come in.
The lanky man skipped his way to the backdoor and began conversing with Dolores. As you tried your best to stop him from harassing it - because you had a feeling Five would rip him to pieces.
"I didn't think I would find a beauty like you in here." The seance whispered into Dolores' ear.
"Master Klaus you shouldn't-"
"Shh shh, let her speak." He said as he caressed the mannequin's cheek, even though it didn't say a word, Klaus giggled and started cradling Dolores in his arms.
"Does everyone in the Hargreeves family like talking to non-living things or something?" You questioned yourself as you bit the inside of your cheek.
At the front of the truck, it seemed like Luther was planning to sit in the passenger seat but it was locked. You unlocked the door for him since Five was unresponsive. You silently watched as the larger male struggled to enter the van due to his frame.
Suddenly, the brunette in the driver's seat screamed.
“No!” Five's scream caught you and Spaceboy's attention, you hurriedly went to his side and rubbed the small of his back.
“Five.” You murmured not wanting to overwhelm him with loud sounds.
“Five!” Luther called out, the volume of his voice made you flinch and cover the ear he screamed at.
“Hey Five!” The male shouted once again yet, it wasn't effective.
“NO!” The younger male screamed as he grabbed onto his hair whilst his eyes widened in fear, his breathing becoming ragged.
“Five!” You shook Five awake as the larger male shouted his brother's name like a mantra, trying to bring back the boy into reality.
When the brunette finally calmed down, you continued rubbing his back, concern etched into your features. “Are you alright, Master Five?”
He disregarded your words as he began to process the uninvited guest that sat on the passenger seat, "You shouldn’t be… How did you find me?”
“Um…” Space boy gestured to Klaus, who sat at the back of the van, cradling Five's beloved in his arms.
The seance murmured, “Hey baby…”
Once the lanky man noticed everyone's eyes were on him, he shooed away their lingering gazes. “Hey, a little privacy, guys. We’re really hitting it off back here.”
Out of irritation, the boy throws the nearest object at Klaus. The lanky man screamed and used the mannequin as a shield, in an attempt to protect himself. Luckily, you caught the object before Klaus got injured and threw Five a side eye, which made him roll his eyes.
“Get out! You can’t be here! I’m in the middle of something." The physically younger male hissed at his barely sober brother.
The seance dismissed his threat and approached his brothers who sat at the front of the van. “Any luck finding out your one-eyed man?”
“No.” Five whispered, internally groaning at the fact he even trusted his idiot of a brother with the secret of the apocalypse.
“What’s he talking about?” Luther brought up with a raised brow.
“Does it matter? It’s Klaus.” The boy quickly shot down.
At first, Klaus looked hurt but, he redirected his gaze to the larger male as though silently asking Luther to defend him but, nothing came out of Spaceboy's mouth. Defeated, the seance breathed through his nose and acted as though he wasn't hurt. Out of pity, you rubbed his back.
The small brunette sighed, “What do you want, Luther?”
“So…” Dirty blond male cautiously glanced at you, “So, Grace may have something to do with Dad’s death.” He paused and glanced at you again trying to read if you have a reaction. “I need you to come back to the academy, all right? It’s important.”
"Is something on my face?" You asked yourself as you started to feel your face if there was a bloodstain you forgot to wipe away from Five's wounds.
“It’s important.” Five mocked his brother’s words then scoffed. “You have no concept of what’s important.”
“Hey!” Klaus interrupted, “Did I ever tell you guys about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?”
The lanky man laughed his stomach out, sadly, the others weren't laughing along with him. “It was so painful!”
Luther and Five grimaced at their brother's words, while you looked at the seance as though he had committed a sin. Despite everyone's obvious disgust, someone else - besides Klaus - managed to laugh because of his shenanigans, it was Five. You witnessed the boy turn his head then hid his giggle underneath his breath. It was oddly adorable.
“What are you still doing here?” The larger man scrunched up his brows, his gaze on Klaus.
“I- What? I need an excuse to hang out with my family?” Klaus placed a hand on his chest, offended by the other male's choice of words.
“We’re trying to have a serious conversation here.”
“What, and I’m incapable of being serious? Is that what you’re saying?”
At this point, you couldn't help but frown and feel bad for Klaus. No one in the family took him seriously just like how they treated Vanya. He acts as though he isn't bothered but, you know it hurts him, just as much as how the others treated Vanya differently.
“Luther’s got a point, you should get out.” Five added.
“What?!"
Reluctantly, the lanky man crawls out of the van murmuring how it was unfair. Once he got out of the van, he screamed “FINE!” then slammed the door closed.
"I- I should go after Master Klaus…" You said quietly then followed Klaus to the convenience store. You had a feeling he'd cause trouble and it would be best someone would be there to prevent it.
Once you and Klaus left, the atmosphere in the van became tense. The unspoken rivalry, rather, the one sided rivalry between Luther and Five was becoming more evident to the naked eye. Since you left, Luther felt like he could finally bring up his suspicion of you to Five.
“What the hell are you up to?” Luther questioned whilst he observed the seance and the servant head to the convenience store together.
“You wouldn’t understand.” The younger male stated, his eyes narrowing at the prosthetics building across them.
“Try me. Last I checked, I’m still the leader of this family.”
“Well, last I checked. I’m 18 years older than you.”
The larger man inhaled deeply then turned to his 'younger' brother. “You know what your problem is?”
“Really hoping you’ll tell me.” Five sarcastically remarked, his hazel eyes never leaving the building across the van.
“You think you’re better than us. You always have. Even when we were kids. But the truth is, you’re just as messed up as the rest of us. We’re all you have and you know it.”
The brunette lets out a dejected sigh. “I don’t think I’m better than you, Number One. I know I am.”
Spaceboy chuckled at his words, Five just proved his point.
“I’ve done unimaginable things, things you couldn’t even comprehend.” the boy pointed out as his grip on the steering wheel tightened but it came off as an exaggeration to Luther, “Right…”
“Just to get back here and save you all.” Five added.
Unexpectedly, the convenience store from across the street was experiencing a commotion, catching the passersby's attention along with Five and Luther's. Out came Klaus carrying a huge amount of food in his arms followed by the security guard screaming for him to halt.
“Whoa!” The seance runs with the food he shoplifted as the security ran after him.
One of the security guards screamed with a baton in hand. “Stop!”
“Hey! Stop right now!”
The lanky man waves at the van, some of the food he stole fell behind. Due to his carelessness, he almost gets run over by a taxi, luckily it stopped halfway, though he managed to narrowly dodge the vehicle.
As for you, you were held back at the convenience store as you paid for the food your master shoplifted. You internally grumbled about regretting ever feeling pity for him and how you should have known he would have pulled a stunt like this.
After that whole fiasco, Luther was about to leave the van until he remembered something he had been planning to tell Five once you weren't around.
"Since you don't plan on showing up to the family meeting, I'll give you a heads up, Y/N might have something to do with dad's death." Luther said, his back against the boy.
Five's eyes widened and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as the puzzles in his head began to fall into pieces. "You have nothing to worry about. I've dealt with people like her."
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Luther and Allison gathered every family member in the living room, except Five since he was being stubborn. The monitor that he and Allison were playing with last night, currently sat on the bar, the video tape already in it. All he needed to do was play the footage…
The large male took in a deep breath then played it. The monitor replayed the night of the murder, Grace was taking care of the Monocle's needs, suddenly he started twitching and fell on his back, amidst him experiencing a heart attack, Ms. Grace did nothing but look down at him instead of doing what she was programmed to do.
The whole room went silent, Luther observed the other's reactions and noticed that only Vanya and Klaus were mortified. Number one expected that he and Allison were the only ones who wouldn't be surprised but you and Diego didn't seem surprised by the footage. Diego seemed a little too satisfied whilst you looked away from the monitor.
The dirty blond male narrowed his brows, "Suspicious."
“I mean, do you really think that mom would hurt Dad?”, Vanya broke the silence.
“You haven’t been home in a long time, Vanya. Maybe you don’t know Grace anymore.”
“If he was poisoned, it would have shown up in the coroner’s report.” Diego remarked with a matter of factly tone.
“Well, I don’t need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes.”
“Maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your head.” The lad in black leather approached the monitor and replayed the footage. “Dad has his monocle. Grace stands up. Monocle’s gone.”
Klaus laughed, “Oh, yeah!”
The Latino turns his back, “She wasn’t poisoning him. She was… taking the monocle, to clean it.”
“Then where is it?”
Everyone went silent not having an answer to that question. You, even as an accomplice, didn't even know where it was. You were pretty sure disposing of the monocle was not part of the plan…
“No, I’ve searched the whole house, including her things. She doesn’t have it.”
The kraken looked down as he took out his knife and fidgeted with it, till his eyes met Luther's. “That’s because I took it from her. After the funeral.”
“You’ve had the monocle this whole time? What the hell, Diego!” Allison exclaimed.
“Give it to me.” Luther commanded, taking a few strides towards Diego, his hand out awaiting for the monocle to be returned.
“I threw it away.”
The rumor scoffed at her brother's admission.
“You what? ” Number one’s voice boomed.
“Look, I knew that if you found it on Mom, you’d lose your shit. Just like you are doing right now.” The latino menacingly pointed at Spaceboy's direction with the pointed edge of his dagger.
“Diego, you son of a bitch.” Luther walks over to Number two but Vanya interrupts him before another fight starts, you mirror her actions as well and walk in front of Diego to prevent him from doing anything reckless.
“Hey. no. calm down.” Vanya said, “Look, I know dad wasn’t exactly an open book. But, I do remember one thing. He said Mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker but also as a protector.”
“Well, if her hardware is degrading, then… We need to turn her off.”
"Oh no." You thought. This was definitely not part of Mr. Hargreeves' plan.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. She’s not just a vacuum you can throw into a closet. She feels things, I’ve seen it.” The kraken angrily said as his glare hardened, along with the finger pointing becoming more abundant.
“She stood there, and watched our father die.” The dirty blond male pointed out as he gestured to the footage.
“I’m with Luther.”
“Surprise, surprise.” Diego sarcastically retorted.
“Shut up.” The rumor barked back.
Suddenly, the whole room looked at Vanya, expecting an answer out of her. “I- I don't-”
"Yeah, she shouldn't get a vote." Diego interrupted her before she could decide but Vanya snapped back at him. "I was gonna say that I agree with you."
"Okay. She should get a vote."
The Latino turned to Klaus, "What about you, stoner boy? What are you thinking?"
"Oh, so, what? Do you need my help now? Oh 'Get out of the van, Klaus!', 'Well, welcome back to the van.' -
"What van?" The woman in curls interjected, not following through with this whole van thing. Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone as Vanya didn't know what the van metaphor was for.
The large male released a sigh and changed the topic, "What's it gonna be Klaus?"
“I’m with Diego because screw you Luther! And if Ben were here, he'd agree with me." The lanky man replied while looking Luther in the eye, as though to intimidate him.
"So, that's three to two."
"Vote's not final yet." The actress stated which caused the whole room to raise eyebrows.
"What?"
"Five's not here." She pointed out. You could hear everyone - except Luther who was silently thanking her - internally groan at her words. At this point, she was just stalling!
The lad in black leather scoffed and then argued, "You really think Five would show up to something as stupid as this?"
"Why don't we just let Y/N vote for him?" Klaus suggested as he pushed you forward like a sacrificial lamb.
"Master Klaus, I'm afraid I can't do that-"
"She doesn't have a say in this." You stiffened at Luther's words, "I don't like the sound of that."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? That she is not one of us? She is treated like an experiment and got traumatized because of that bastard! How is she any different from us?" Diego fought back on your steed, while you looked at him like he had grown another head.
"Because we-"
"Just you, Luther." Allison corrected, looking away from the scene before her.
"I think she might be an accomplice in Dad's death." The larger male finished her sentence which made the living room feel unwelcoming as dead silence followed.
The Latino scoffed then taunted the big man, "I'm surprised your mouth hasn't retired from carrying all that shit your ass couldn't handle."
"And here we go again." The rumor muttered under her breath.
Luther ignored his brother's taunts and began providing arguments, "During dad's funeral, Y/N was supposed to check on the footage and report to me if there was anything suspicious but she didn't inform me."
"That's because I was with Five, I'm supposed to be watching over him in case the effects of time traveling were kicking in." You hurriedly replied which unknowingly raised suspicion in Luther's eyes.
"Didn't you and Pogo switch shifts whilst monitoring the CCTVs?"
"Yes but, I didn't have time to check on the tapes-"
"You didn't have time yet the tape was conveniently placed on top of the cabinet." The dirty blond male pointed out, your eyes widened in fear because you didn't know how to defend yourself… You felt helpless.
You were well aware that you were not the one who placed the tape there, so it could have been Pogo. As much as you would love to defend yourself, you couldn't exactly speak out either since this would ruin the plan but you were itching to stand up for yourself. In the end, you sucked it up and didn't say a word.
"You even told me that I should 'broaden your scope, especially your list of suspects'. " Luther's eyes felt like lasers being burned through your skull.
You gulped, looking down at your feet as your tears were ready to cascade down your cheeks. You even regretted leaving those clues for him because you didn't think you would be put into this position, "I- I was… I was trying to cheer you up…"
"Is that the only excuse you can come up with?" Luther scoffed, he almost sounded like his father… It scares you.
"Vanya, please keep an eye on Y/N for now." The larger male ordered the petite woman.
Desperately, you walked up to him, "I know it looks bad but, Can I at least attempt to get Five back? His decision might help finalize what to do with Ms. Grace."
"His decision won't save you."
At this point, you were trembling. The ringing in your ears became louder, your mind zoning out until you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned to see it was Klaus wearing a reassuring smile though it didn't do much.
"That's enough Luther, you're scaring her." Allison finally stepped in.
The violinist approached your side cautiously then gently whispered, "Y/N, I believe it's best you listen to Luther for now."
"For now, let's wait for Five to return. The whole family has to vote. We owe each other that." The rumor ended the discussion and everyone began to part their ways.
Once Vanya finished conversing with Diego about Ms. Grace, she - gently - took you by your wrist and headed to your room. You were so busy in your head that you didn't realize that Vanya was the one taking you to your room.
The violinist wore a concerned look on her face, "Hey, Y/N, you alright? You seem so out of it? It's very unusual for you… I'm assuming you are bothered by what Luther said? You looked like you were about to cry earlier."
"I'm not bothered, just worried about Five. I was supposed to be by his side but I ended up getting house arrest instead." You answered jokingly but you could not bring yourself to fake a smile.
Vanya laughed, not noticing that your energy didn't match your tone. "If it helps, I don't think you would kill dad."
"You wouldn't know that…" You wanted to say that but kept it to yourself.
"So don't beat yourself up over this, if you're innocent you have nothing to lose."
You briefly replied with a fake smile, "Yeah. Thanks."
The petite brunette noticed the brief reply but shrugged it off then changed topics. "So, I've heard from the others that you and Five have been hanging out, is that true?"
You nodded.
"I didn't think he'd open up to you… with how he openly hates you and all- Not saying that it's a bad thing that you guys are getting along now! It's just… unexpected is all."
You relaxed for a bit and chuckled. You knew for a fact neither of you guys were getting along. At most, you guys were just tolerating each other because you all saw how you guys benefited from each other.
"That's one way of putting it." You murmured.
You and Vanya arrived in your room and sat on your bed. In sync, you guys laid down on your backs and stared at the ceiling above you guys.
"So how's Five doing?" The brunette questioned, probably worried about his mental state considering what happened the day before… or was it earlier?
"Well, from what I can tell, he's getting used to people…" you answered, trying to evade the topic of the apocalypse when answering her question.
Vanya exhaled through her nostrils, "I really should have insisted for him to get help."
"I understand your concern Miss Vanya but, you can't help someone who doesn't recognize they need help. You would only be wasting your energy."
"I'm sorry," She murmured, a habit of hers that she never got over.
You smiled then added, "You have nothing to be sorry about, you're just doing what you think is right."
"Y/N can I ask you something?"
You nodded giving her the go signal.
"Why would you try to comfort Luther by advising him to look into other people as well?"
You froze up. You couldn't lie to Vanya, something was telling you that you couldn't go against someone's orders. "I can't-"
Unexpectedly, a myriad of gunshots were coming from the hallway.
"Hide!" You shouted, before Vanya could protest, you urgently hid her in your closet as you hid under the bed.
Once the sound of gunshots and blades clanking simmered down, you got out of your hiding spot and readied your retractable bo staff. Vanya got out of the closet as well once she heard you got out of your hiding spot.
"Miss Vanya, I will be heading out to assist the others," You grabbed a ballistic shield you have been hiding behind the closet, "I'll be giving you this ballistic shield for your protection. Please don't make any sound."
"Wait, Y/N you shouldn't-" Number seven grabbed your wrist in an attempt to stop you but the determined look on your face made her grip loosen.
"I have to Miss Vanya, I'm sorry. It's my responsibility to protect you- I mean, protect the academy. I can't just stand by and watch them throw away their lives like that."
Vanya was left speechless with your words. You did not outright say anything about her being ordinary or not having powers but, it felt like the term "responsibility" became synonymous with the word “power”. It made her think that she didn't have the power to protect others nor herself, that's why other people had to get themselves hurt to protect her.
"Remember, do not open the door for anyone even if you know it's someone you think you can trust; We don't know what the intruder is capable of, so trust no one. I will let you know if the coast is clear so keep a lookout for my messages." You told her then left your room, unknowingly leaving Vanya to her thoughts.
You cautiously surveyed the hallway, you held the bo staff's body with high alert including your other senses actively looking for the intruders that entered the academy. When you reached the stairs, you witnessed Diego and Allison simultaneously attacking a familiar pink masked person. You were about to jump into the action until you heard Vanya's voice from the living room.
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"Hello?" Vanya went down the stairs, worry in her voice and facial features.
"Guys? Is everyone okay?"
"Hello? Guys?" She entered the living room unaware of the danger emanating from the lounge.
Once the violinist entered the room she tried to look for any signs of life but only saw the result of the fight, which was gun residue and bullet casings littering the area. As she was about to leave and investigate the other rooms, she heard chains rattling behind her.
The petite woman turned and was met with the intruder who wore a blue cartoony mask, who was wielding a morning star. He swung it towards Vanya but she ducked just in time. As he was about to hit her with his arm, a two-pronged spear stopped him midway, which created a distance between Vanya and the intruder.
The spear was a surprise to everyone in the living room except you, they turned their gaze and met your hues. Once the masked man's attention was set on you, Vanya quickly hid not wanting to be a liability.
"If you're looking for someone to fight, at least pick someone who can fight." You taunted the larger man.
With ease, you jumped from the second floor then dash towards the masked man, using the momentum you've picked up, you raised your foot and pushed kick his torso away. The impact made him stumble backwards and pause as he tried to gather his footing.
The spear that you threw at him earlier is now in your hands, you pressed the button that would retract the prongs and swung it towards the mask - his head was your main target - which made him stagger back again.
"This brat is too quick, I should've left her with Cha cha." Hazel grumbled to himself.
Despite the obvious large distance, you cautiously took a few steps backwards and used the staff as a boundary. An open hand supporting the head of the bo staff whilst a closed fist on the butt of the staff holding onto it with a strong grip.
Seeing as the double attack to his head was making him fall behind, you quickly withdrew from your defensive stance then, taunted the masked man by spinning your bo staff. Once he regained his footing, he swung the ball of spikes onto the body of the staff, so it would fall apart.
However, you decided to take a gamble and retract it. You dashed forward to tackle him but, due to the frame and weight differences, your attack didn't affect him. Unknown to him, this was all part of your plan, this was the distance you needed for your next move. You made the staff face upwards then unretracted it which propelled his chin thus leading him to fall backwards.
By now he was outside the living room, you were out of breath and so the masked man. Your main objective was achieved, Vanya wasn't within his reach but, you were not sure if you could hold him off any longer.
"Hey, asshole." Luther greeted. Despite what he did to you earlier, you were thankful for his presence.
"Y/N go look for Pogo and Grace!"
You nodded and headed off to where you usually see Pogo and Grace. Once you have met up with the advanced chimpanzee you guided him to the basement and reassured him that everything was under control. You were planning to go out and look for Grace this time but, curiosity got the better of you.
"Did you hire those people?" You questioned as your grip on the retractable bo staff tightening.
"Master Hargreeves never hired an outside party to get involved… It must be someone who knows what he is planning, or people after his fortune." He replied but you were not satisfied with his answer, it was evident on your face.
You scoffed then exclaimed, "What the hell is he planning?! Vanya almost got killed out there!"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you. Master Hargreeves made me swear to not speak of it, unless the truth is finally revealed to the whole academy."
You were livid but walked away from him with a huff, to go look for Ms. Grace. At this point, you have given up on trying to find out the truth. Even though you were one of the Monocle's loyal servants, he treated you like the other numbers and kept you in the dark despite his hesitancy to trust you, he gave you little to no information, so you would be left to figure it out yourself.
Once you received Vanya's text, you went out of the basement and surveyed the house if there were lingering intruders. Suddenly, you ran to where you heard the crash come from and saw a fallen chandelier along with the other numbers who looked like they were still processing what they witnessed.
"What happened?" You broke the silence, it seemed like they were hesitant to answer but Allison managed to speak. "A chandelier fell on Luther, please check on him."
You bowed to the rumor, as you were ready to leave Vanya, Allison and Diego to their own devices.
Suddenly, the violinist's question made you freeze, "Who were those people?"
You were well aware that the question was not directed towards you but, the instinct - a rumor - told you to answer her but, then you saw Diego narrowing his eyes at you, as though silently questioning why you haven't left. You tightened your lips into a line then silently went to the clinic to prep for Luther's wounds.
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moon signs as i’ve met them
🌔 taurus - high brand, high value. likes expensive/quality materials. might be loners and unlucky in love. if undeveloped can be very lazy and sensitive to criticism. catty and competitive. status and money seem to be of great deal to them or an important theme in their lives whether they’re rich or poor.
🌗 gemini - a scientist. bored. dissasociates mid conversation. talks over you. honesty comes from naivety, not necessarily good intentions. highly rational. elite humor. loves the tea. craves something interesting and weird. too fast for their own good.
🌕 cancer - best listeners. hardcore lovers. hides emotions under their crab skin. can be vengeful and have a victim complex. family issues, mostly with mother. notices every change in your tone and knows your secrets. unlucky in love. naive as hell.
🌒 sagittarius - can go either way, really dark or completely the opposite. versatile. able to talk about anything. thinks highly of themselves and might have machiavellian approach to life. not high on being empathetic to others. they might not excel in their family’s expectations. has their own way. can be really lucky or really unlucky.
🌗 aquarius - alternative kids. black sheep of your class but not in a loser way, in a cool way. edgy. trendsetters. weirdos. controversial. will disagree just to spite you. keeps it cool. secretly wants the spotlight but for all the wrong reasons.
🌑 scorpio - they seem like they’ve been through something. alluring. sneaky. notices everything. can go ice cold. keeps emotions behind closed doors. you don’t really know what’s going on over there, like any other water moon. can be petty. witchy people. feelings go a long way until they die.
🌒 capricorn - feet on the ground. controlling and in control. petty. competitive. elite humor. poker face. invented repressed rage. goes through it alone and hard. seeks salvation through work and status. takes their sweet time with anything and everything.
🌓 libra - calm. collected. soothing, but not necessarily comforting or optimistic. openly talks about anything. in control of their emotions. private and secretive. normal. good for giving advice to people. rather unbiased and relaxed on the surface.
🌕 pisces - can believe in anything and everything. possible family issues. a wanderer. a mystery. far away. you never know.
🌑 aries - speaks their truth. bad girl/boy vibe. good for advice just like libra, if you can handle their version of it. simple people. can get violent when angry. emotions come and go. very magnetic and attractive, bursting with energy. can be heartbreakers, but without any grand agenda.
🌙 virgo - motherly. aggressively worries about you. likes to give gifts even if you don’t want or need them. needs to be of service. doesn’t like the spotlight. very reserved and in control. they are listening even if you think they’re not. traditional. secretly kinky. seeks status in work.
🌖 leo - similar to aquarius, but without the black sheep stereotype. might have been spoiled for better or worse. clingy to their home / mother. sticks to their beliefs. ego can be off the roof.
#astro observations#astro notes#astrology notes#astrology observations#astrology#i mean… you could apply this to other placements as well not just the moon but i was going specifically for moon experiences
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OBSESSIVE PYRAMID HEAD
Pairing: Obsessive! Pyramid Head x GN!Reader
Description: Short headcanons of what to expect from an obsessive Pyramid Head.
Warning: NSFW themes, obsession, and violent themes.
Punishment (Will they punish you?) 🔪:
Pyramid Head has spent his entire existence punishing the ones who have sinned. He tosses around things he doesn't find important, but you? Oh no, he couldn't. He's so powerful he could reach down and crush you with his hand, but he simply doesn't because he chooses not to. When you've made a mistake, he leans more towards abandoning you so you learn your lesson. Oh? So you decided to explore the hospital without his permission? Stay there and deal with the nurses then. He'll leave for short periods of time, but then come back to retrieve you as he always does. He knows you've learned when he sees your bloodshot eyes and trembling skin.
Sexual endeavors (How they please you) 🥀:
He definitely falls on the higher spectrum for lust. He desires it endlessly, and will gladly take you if you even hint at it. Prefers to receive more than give during sexual intercourse, meaning he is always taking control in any situation. Prefers to bend you over something and pleasure you that way, it's easier for the both of you. Doesn't mind you grinding against him though, he melts when he feels your legs straddle his thigh, and your whimpers coax his gloved hands to squeeze your waist tighter. Definitely has a size kink, and is animalistic and rough with his sex.
Bloodshed (Are they willing to kill for their s/o?) 🩸:
Absolutely! It feels like his duty now to ward off the threats that could possibly leave a scratch on you. He will forever kill for you. You can't really stop him, it's the whole purpose of his creation.
Stalking (Will they stalk their s/o?) 🕸️:
At first, yes. He would linger in the shadows of silent hill and observe. But after seeing you as an eternal partner, he doesn't try to hide the fact that he watches your every move.
Obsession/scale 1-10 🖤:
Pyramid Head is an 8/10 considering obsession level. He is known for purely existing to protect Alessa, battling any darkness that attempts to harm her. He would absolutely do the same for you. Guarding your every step, and watching your every breath. Make sure you stay out of harms way when you grow exhausted and decide to rest. Even with as terrifying as Silent Hill is, you'll never have to feel scared with a 7ft tall monster protecting you.
Desires (What do they wish from you?) 🕷️:
Pyramid Head deep down wishes he could stay with you eternally. You are human though, and he knows this. He knows you're significantly different from him, and living this life with him won't last long.
Endangerment (How scary is it to be with them?) 🌕:
Pyramid Head himself doesn't put you in trouble. He doesn't wish to harm you, he's your "guardian angel" after all. It's the atmosphere that is a risk to you. Silent Hill is full of monsters, and staying in it is extremely dangerous.
Sympathy (Do they feel bad for taking you?)🪦:
He doesn't care less. It would be of best interest if you gave in, it would be less of a pain on your part. He was eventually going to take you whether you liked it or not.
Roughness(Do they hurt you?) 🦴:
Pyramid Head quite enjoys manhandling you, through innocent intention and sexual intention. Seeing how weak you are compared to him makes his monstrous mindset soften. He would not purposely hurt his darling though, it could kill them.
Intimacy (How romantic are they?) 🎀:
Obviously, he does not have the mentality of a human being. He won't take you on dates, and won't buy you presents. He doesn't speak words of affirmation, and he can't kiss you. But strangely, with how inhumane he is, he is quite affectionate. Keeps you warm in his large arms, and let's you curiously hold his hand. He rumbles through his helmet in an animalistic manner, and it echoes in your eardrums. You can truly tell he's happy with you. That he loves you.
Game? (Are you a game to them?) 🥩:
Never was, and never will be a game to Pyramid Head. He's one of the more serious slashers in general, so when it comes to significant others, he wouldn't find humor in it.
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Cryptid wolf stimboard, with themes of moons, wolves, and the dark
Requested by: me!
I just got bored, so I wanted to make a self indulgent wolfy stimboard! Also, it's getting colder, so wolf theriotype go brrrr lol
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#therian#stimboard#therian stimboard#wolfdog therian#wolf therian#canine therian#tw teeth#moon stim#fur stim#wolf stim#wolfy growls 🐺
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Zodiac Signs of Life, Death, Rebirth
Aries- Marks the beginning of spring, is known as the beginning, the spirit, newness, youth, being first. A sign associated with life, the start of life.
Taurus- Metaphorically the body that contains the spirit. Is connected to earth, nature, and creativity. A springtime sign that has connections to the growth and stability of life.
Leo- Associated with creation itself, royalty, the sun, sustaining fire or heat, creativity, is a summer sign when the world is buzzing with life.
Virgo- A sign that is lesser known with their association to life. Virgo is about life in use, metaphorically think of a garden or farm. Also, many astrologers connect Virgo back to goddesses of farming, life, and fertility such as Persephone, Demeter, Ceres, and Artemis.
Capricorn - The only sign I can think of that is associated with just death without the same connection to birth or rebirth. Scorpio may be dark, connected to destruction, and associated with death but also transformation and rebirth. Aquarius is associated with change and destruction but doesn’t have the same connections to life/death as other signs and doesn’t mark complete ends, grief, or melancholy like Capricorn does.
🌊 Signs are connected to both death and birth or rebirth through the element itself and many individual associations. Some quick examples:
Scorpio - An autumn sign marking the veil between life and death, Halloween themes, transformations, willpower.
Cancer- Marks the beginning of summer, nurturing, associated with children, motherhood, fertility, is connected to the ocean and the life and death of it, along with the 🌕
Pisces- Has strong spiritual ties to life and death, marks the flowing and fluidity of the self and life, is a winter sign but shows the flexibility and movement of water and how it can shape life.
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Cold Moon Pick-A-Card: What is Coming To A Close In Your Life?
Here’s to the last full moon of 2022. She invites us to look back on everything that transpired this year, especially the events that had us face our shadows. Transformation can often take place in darkness. Know that it gets brighter from here. ✨🌕✨
Feel free to choose the pile/s that call out to you. Some details may not resonate with you since this is a general reading. As always, nothing is set in stone, so please don’t take it too seriously.
Extra: The Justice card was at the back of the deck before I started shuffling. When I was still warming up, shuffling without intention, Justice dropped from the deck. She is a general theme for the piles of this reading. She has our backs.
Extra (2): Featuring my photographic attempts to capture Miss Mama Moon.
Pile 1
Cards: King of Pentacles, 5 of Wands, 3 of Pentacles
Right away I see that this is about your work, or something you’re putting a lot of effort into. You’ve established yourself in this place, but lately it feels rigid, like there’s hardly any room to breathe. “No freedom” came to me quite strongly. This could be a lucrative pursuit you have lost your passion for. For others, it could also be something you pursued for the sake of financial stability and security, but now you feel that it’s time to move on to something you genuinely like and flourish in.
There seem to be voices in your head pulling you in different directions, arguing with each other. For most, though, I feel that it’s more so from your surroundings that are affecting you than your thoughts. Has someone been disrupting your space lately? They seem to be driven by self-interest. Your environment could be tense and filled with clashing egos, or some of your peers are threatened by your power. Either way, they just mess up your vibe.
Take a deep breath, Pile 1. I see that whether you decide to stay or to choose another path, you’re in for a breath of fresh air. This crowd will close its chapter in your life, and new connections will come in. They will be nothing like your previous or current peers. Collaboration is valued at a spiritual level. They will see you as someone to invest in, and you will mirror this view towards them.
They could be older or more experienced in the field that you choose. In fact, you’re likely to find a mentor in them. They will bring you to places you haven’t been, I feel. It’s really up to you where.
This is the speediest and most straightforward interpretation I’ve ever done for a pile so far. I feel like you will realize quickly when these people come around, or they will approach you right away.
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Pile 2
Cards: 9 of Swords, King of Pentacles, The Fool
Are you having a hard time getting some good sleep lately? Something seems to be keeping you awake or has been giving you unpleasant dreams. I could sense an almost tangible anxiety around this trauma. I believe it’s related to money or something material that’s important to your security.
Some of you may have been carrying a responsibility like this on your shoulders quite early on in your life, and it has taken its toll on you. For a few, I feel the energy of someone stern who may hold some power over you in your career or, again, in relation to money. It’s like they’ve been blocking you from getting any kind of breather.
Putting my arm around you, Pile 2. These things are not easy to navigate at all. I hope I can ease your worries somehow, since this reading is about things in your life that are coming to an end.
The big break you’ve been waiting for is not so far from your horizon. It will feel like the brightest of new beginnings. Seriously, you’re moving from the bleak darkness of worry that never seemed to end, and into broad daylight where you can see the land across you for miles. Your burdens would be made light and, perhaps for the first time in a long time, you’ll be able to throw your cares in the air and think about yourself.
I feel the need to add: when I shuffled for this pile, the first card deliberately slipped out of the deck without falling. It took me a few seconds to decide if I was going to get it. The same happened with the rest of the cards. I felt unsure even in the order I was going to lay them on. This new beginning may unfold slowly and you may find yourself going from hopeful to fearful, back and forth, worrying if things are on the right track.
Please take it easy on yourself and know that it’s normal to have moments of doubt especially after you’ve been through a heavy situation. Every little glimmer of hope contributes to the new foundation you’re making. You will get there.
When you do, you will feel like a child. What felt like years of torment will gradually return to you in the form of healing. Instead of a mountain to climb, your next step will feel like the start of an adventure.
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Pile 3
Cards: 2 of Cups, 3 of Pentacles, Knight of Swords
Okay, I feel like you have already got a lot of abundance in your hands. I see that you’re quite gratified within a relationship or a kind of partnership that’s close to your heart. You’re busy with projects you enjoy working on, with people who admire and trust your abilities in your team. You’re surrounded by energies who lift you up and encourage you to be productive.
Not gonna lie, this is not the kind of scenario I expected to see in a reading about something coming to a close in your life. These three cards came all together and I had a distinct sense to order them this way. I was dumbfounded at first glance. At the same time, I don’t feel like it necessarily means that your auspicious situation will come to an end. Fortunately, the third card explains what’s on its way to you.
The Knight of Swords is all about independence. There is an opportunity for you to experience going solo. It’s more of putting some distance between you and your tribe in order to be in your own space for a while, rather than cutting ties with them.
A swift change seems to be on the way that needs you to be quick on your feet. An emphasis for you to make your own decisions. Maybe you’ve been relying a bit too much on your circle? Yes, they make you feel safe, but there’s a sense of being oblivious to the consequences of certain actions when you’re only taking account of the blissful feelings.
Again, I don’t necessarily think that what brings you joy is about to be stripped from you. This may just be a way to test your tenacity and dedication about something. It involves a lot of your inner strength. You may come face to face with your priorities. Regardless, only you can say what is meant for you deep down. Hold on to that.
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Pile 4
Cards: 6 of Wands, 6 of Pentacles, 10 of Wands Rx, 10 of Cups
An extra card jumped out. What are the odds that a pair of Sixes and then a pair of Tens came out? That’s pretty cool.
Being generous comes naturally to you. You share what you can to people in need and these people really look up to you. This admiration makes you feel good about yourself and you take pride in being able to help others. It’s like a part of your identity now and because of that, you may think you have peaked at this position. There’s a feeling of wanting to give and give on behalf of everybody. Because of the little attention you genuinely turn to yourself, you may be on the brink of burnout without knowing it. You could even be denying it.
You’re not solely a giver, Pile 4. There is no need for you to prove this about yourself over and over. We already know it. You need to refocus because I feel like you’re having a problem disengaging from this role. If you persist in this mindset, it will end up doing more harm than good. It’s safe for you to express how you truly feel. It’s okay to acknowledge that you need support, too.
All the noble deeds you have done will return to you tenfold. True, stable, and long-term harmony in all fields awaits you. You care so much for others, but now you need to be open to receive. The people you have lent a hand to would happily return the favour. Letting this go will help your innate abundance spread more evenly to everyone– and yes, that includes you, too. You deserve it most of all.
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Take care always! ✨🌕✨
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Colours in tarot
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Colours in tarot can have a variety of different meanings and interpretations, depending on the specific deck being used and the individual reader's understanding of colour symbolism.
These colors are often used to enhance the symbolism and meaning of the tarot cards, and can help to deepen the reader's understanding of the messages that the cards are conveying.
By paying attention to the colours in a tarot reading, you can gain a deeper understanding of the messages and themes being conveyed by the cards.
In the tarot, colours are often used to represent elements, emotions, and themes in the cards. Each colour has its own symbolism and can provide insights into the meanings of the cards.
Here are some common interpretations of colours in tarot:
White
the starting point
purity
innocence
completion and healing
dazzle
emptiness
new intellectual territory
purification
peace
truth and sincerity
cleansing
spirituality
clarity
wholeness and joy
perfect union and purification
color of God or the color of death
mortal chil
egotism
Gray
unconscious state ( ‘shadow’)
lack of prejudice
neutral
unknown outcome
Black
the unknown
visible shadow
mental or emotional darkness
new territory
protection
creative magma
work in the depths445bnn
chaos
regression
death impulse
oppression
Red
heart
mentality or disposition
will
love
blood and soil
energy
passion
material world
activity
animal realm
animal violence
Yellow
consciousness
joie-de-vivre
illumination
self-expression
clairvoyace
awareness
active itelligence
aridity
dry mind without emotions
madness
destruction
envy
mental dissonance (’shrillness’)
Gold
sun
being conscious
eternity
envy
greed
dazzling
Orange
vitality
warmth
arbitrariness
creativity
impulse
Blue
indifference
coolness
the blues
sentimentality
inebriation
spirituality
inner peace and harmony
truth
clarity
receptivity to the eathly power
despotism
tyranny
Light Blue
air
open sky/heavens
clearwater
spirituality
idolization
receptivity to the celestial power
dependence upon the father
immobility
Green
nature
freshness
youth
auspiciousness
inexperience
immaturity
growth
eternity
connected to the celestial powerS
the plant realm
dependence upon the mother
envy
Dark Green
close to nature
vegetative
protracted
long-lasting
nurturing nature connected to the terestrial powers
absorption
Beige
the human body
corporeality
Brown
down-to-earth
“son-of-the-soil”
grounded
Violet
borderline experience
intuition
psychic abilities
spiritual awakening
ancient wisdom
third eye chakra where psychic vision and inner eye reside
supreme wisdom
color of sacrifice
wisdom
sacrifice
death
Flesh
color of living
the present life
example of ambiguous
both good and bad
humanity
life carnal pleasure
animal violence
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Starless Lovers {11}
Summary: They fell from the sky. We roamed the earth. We were always meant to clash.
Warnings: The 100 Themes, Angst, Death, Blood, Unrequited Feelings, Slow Burn, Possibly more to come
Pairings: Lexa x Sister!Reader, Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (eventual)
War has always been brewing. With twelve clans, each with different ideals, it was always going to happen. But tensions rise when they come, the people from the sky. We watched from a distance, learning. But then they attacked, and if there's one thing all the clans can agree on,
Blood must have blood.
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We've reached the end of season 2! Thank you for sticking around! If there's an interest in season 3, let me know! I don't really want to go further if there's no interest. Enjoy!
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Bellamy rushed through the halls, carrying you in his arms.
“I can walk.”
Bellamy shook his head as he glanced down at you.
“You’re injured. You’ll just slow us down.”
You huffed, biting the inside of your cheek. How dare he? Insinuating that you’re weak just because you’re injured? Before you could respond, Bellamy was pushing a door open. You made a face as you looked around, eyeing the equipment and cages.
“What is this place?”
Bellamy walked forward, moving to sit you on a table.
“Harvest chamber.”
You watched as he walked around, opening different drawers and cabinets.
“It’s where they kept your people.”
You made a face, clenching your jaw.
“Where are my people?”
Bellamy walked back towards you, setting the things he had grabbed down on the table next to you.
“Gone.”
You tilted your head to the side, watching as Bellamy started to mess with the things he had grabbed.
“What?”
Bellamy glanced at you.
“They’re gone. I came back and your people were gone.”
You made a face as Bellamy grabbed your hand, causing you to tense, trying to jerk your hand from his grasp.
“Hey, no stop. I’m just trying to help.”
He lifted his hands, holding them up in front of him.
“I just want to help. You’re bleeding.”
He tilted his head to the side, slightly making a face as he looked at your hands.
“You are bleeding, right?”
You nodded, casting a glance to the blood that was around your wrists, your knuckle bleeding as well.
“Yeah. My blood is black.”
Bellamy tilted his head to the side.
“Black?”
“Mhmm, like my sisters, we’re natblidas, our blood is black.”
Bellamy nodded slightly, motioning back towards your hands.
“May I?”
You just looked at him for a few minutes before you nodded, letting him take your hand in his.
“I’m just gonna clean them and then wrap them, alright?”
Bellamy looked at you, only moving to actually start when you gave him the go ahead. You watched as he cleaned the blood from your hand, his movements careful and gentle. After he wrapped your hand, he did the same to your other hand, cleaning and bandaging it.
“Anywhere else, that you’re injured?”
You shrugged slightly.
“My side and my hip, but they’re already bandaged.”
Bellamy looked down, eyeing your side.
“What happened?”
You shrugged, glancing up at Bellamy.
“Probably the same as what they were doing to my people and yours.”
Bellamy tilted his head to the side, still looking at your side.
“And you’re sure you don’t want me to check it?”
You nodded, humming softly in response.
“What happens now?”
Bellamy lifted his gaze, looking at you.
“Now I free my people. We’ll hide you somewhere and when my people are free, we’ll get you out of here too.”
You shook your head, moving to get off of the table, standing in front of Bellamy.
“I won’t hide. If you’re going to free your people, I will help.”
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You looked at the three people standing in front of you, tilting your head to the side.
“So-”
You lifted your hand, pointing at them as you spoke.
“Maya, Jasper and Monty?”
Bellamy nodded, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Yes. They’re my friends.”
Maya’s eyes were wide as she looked at you, a hint of fear in her eyes.
“You… you’re the Dark Commander.”
Nodding, you glanced at her, watching as Jasper moved in front of her, his grip on his gun tightening as he glared at you, slightly moving his gun towards you.
“Why is she here Bellamy?”
“Woah, woah.”
Bellamy moved to stand in front of you, blocking you from their sight.
“No, stop. She’s helping us.”
“Her people left! What good is she to us?!”
You leaned up on your tiptoes, looking over Bellamy’s shoulder, looking at Jasper.
“You plan on freeing your people with just the four of you?”
Jasper looked at you, glaring.
“Your people threw a spear at me!”
You shrugged slightly, tilting your head to the side.
“You did not die.”
Jasper’s mouth fell open, his gun lowering.
“That is not-”
He shook his, huffing.
“That’s not the point!”
Bellamy shook his head.
“None of this is the point. Riheda is helping us, and she is coming with us.”
Lowering yourself back down, you tilted your head to the side, slightly glaring at Bellamy’s back as he spoke.
“We’re not leaving her here. She’s on our side.”
Bellamy turned, looking down at you.
“Right?”
You nodded slightly, looking up at him.
“For now.”
Bellamy’s lip quirked up slightly.
“Good enough for me.”
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Octavia was sitting on the ground against the wall, her sword in her hands and she spun it.
“It’s about time.”
She got up when she heard a noise from the chute, taking a deep breath.
“Fox.”
When she heard footsteps, she grabbed her sword, carefully walking forward, preparing to fight when she saw Clarke running.
“Octavia. You stayed.”
“Screw you. Of course I stayed. I know where my loyalties lie.”
“We have to get in there.”
Octavia grabbed Clarke’s arm, steering her towards the chute, letting her see Fox’s body.
“If that was possible, do you think I’d still be out here? Why did Lexa sound the retreat?”
“She made a deal with Mount Weather, freed the Grounders, and now we’re on our own.”
Clarke walked towards the door, banging on it when Octavia rushed forward, grabbing her and pulling her back.
“Stop! They’ll know we’re here. What about Lincoln? There’s no way he would have gone along with a plan like this.”
“He didn’t. They took him.”
Clarke lifted her gun, Octavia scoffing as she quickly reached out, lowering it.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I am getting through that door.”
“And that’s your plan? Bellamy’s counting on you. Everyone’s always counting on you.”
“Well, what do you want from me?”
“You trusted Lexa. You let a bomb drop on Tondc. You let all those people-”
“I am doing the best I can!”
“Yeah? Well, it’s not good enough.”
The door opened, Clarke lifting her gun as Octavia readied her sword when they saw Bellamy, his gun aimed in front of him.
“Bellamy.”
Octavia hugged Bellamy as he walked out of the door.
“I knew it. You two are too scrawny to drill.”
Octavia hugged Monty and Jasper when Maya walked out, Octavia taking a step back.
“Hey.”
“It’s all right. She’s with us.”
You appeared in the doorway, Octavia’s eyes widening slightly when she saw you as you stepped through the door. Clarke looked up, clenching her jaw when she saw you, stepping forward and grabbing you, slamming you back against the wall next to the door, pressing her arm into your neck.
“Your sister betrayed us!”
Your eyes hardened slightly as you looked at Clarke.
“My sister did what was best for our people.”
“Your people?”
Clarke pressed her arm harder into your neck.
“What about my people?! We had a deal!”
You tilted your head to the side, a slight wince on your face as Clarke dug her arm in harder, lifting her gun and placing it against your forehead.
“You would’ve done the same.”
“No! Because I keep my word! I wouldn’t have turned my back like Lexa did!”
Bellamy stepped forward, grabbing Clarke’s arm.
“Come on, stop. She’s not the enemy. It was her sister who took the deal, not her. She didn’t do anything.”
Clarke gasped softly as Bellamy slightly pushed her back away from you, shaking her head as she looked up at Bellamy.
“You’re defending her? You?”
Bellamy shrugged slightly, glancing at you over his shoulder.
“Like I said, she didn’t do anything. She couldn’t have, trapped in a cage.”
Clarke scoffed, shooting a glare at you as you rubbed your neck, Bellamy glancing back at you before he looked back at Clarke.
“Where’s your army?”
“Gone, just like yours. Say you have a plan.”
“Not really. We need to talk to Dante. Maya says he’s in quarantine.”
Maya’s tank started to beep, Jasper checking it.
“Thirty minutes. And we just changed it. That can’t be right. It’s her last tank.”
“Hey. We’ll find you another one.”
“All the supplemental oxygen is on level five.”
“Then we have to get you to level five.”
“Five isn’t safe for any of us.”
“We’ll take the trash chute again. It will work.”
“To get in, maybe. Maya’s right. Every soldier in this mountain is there. We’ll never make it out.”
“We can do this. We’ll split up.”
“Okay. You guys go for Dante. We’ll help Maya.”
Clarke reached out, grabbing your wrist, glaring.
“You’re coming with us. I don’t trust you.”
You scoffed, pulling your wrist free.
“En ai nou wich yu op.” (And I don’t trust you)
Bellamy shook his head, walking forward, his hand resting on your back as he gently pushed you forward, shooting Clarke a look as he passed her.
“Let’s go. We’re wasting time.”
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You walked behind Clarke and Bellamy, Monty walking next to you, Bellamy occasionally looking back at you as you all walked down the hall to quarantine. You felt bare without your sword and knife, the knife that meant everything to you. Bellamy opened the door, walking in first, followed by Clarke and Monty, you walking in last, staying near the door.
“Hello Clarke.”
“Sir, we need your help again.”
Wallace looked up at the camera in the corner of the room, causing Monty to shake his head.
“It’s okay. I took out the camera from the junction box in the hall. We can talk freely.”
“No one’s watching anyway. Thanks to you, they’re all on level five.”
“You’re not.”
“No. I’m not.”
Wallace looked over at you, grinning slightly as he stepped forward.
“Esmeray, the Dark Commander, Riheda.”
You tensed as he stopped in front of you, looking you up and down.
“My son said he had captured you. But I did not believe him.”
Wallace turned, walking towards the table in the corner before he walked back towards you, your eyes widening slightly when you saw the familiar sheaths in his hands.
“Not until he brought these to me. The craftsmanship of these is quite remarkable.”
You looked down at the knife, reaching out for it, glaring at Wallace when he stepped back, shaking his head.
“I did not say you could have them. Afterall, they were given to me.”
“They weren’t his to give, and they’re not yours to take. They are mine.”
“Yet they are in my possession.”
“I can change that.”
Bellamy walked forward, grabbing your knife and sword, pulling them from Wallace’s grasp, handing them to you as he moved to stand in front of you, glaring at Wallace as Clarke stepped forward.
“Please. We don’t have much time.”
Wallace turned towards Clarke as you slipped the sheath of your sword over your shoulder, adjusting your sword so it rested on your back. You looked down at the knife, pulling it out of the sheath slightly, a small smile on your face as you looked at the knife, Sato’s knife.
“We need a way to get our people out of this mountain without killing everyone.”
“He’s not going to help us.”
“You cut the power, risking the lives of everyone in this mountain- my people, even the ones who helped you.”
Clarke stepped forward, glaring at Wallace.
“We knew they’d be safe on level five. We made sure not to destroy the turbines so you could repair them. We’re the good guys here, not you.”
“Tell me, if we released your people and theirs, what would’ve happened to mine?”
Clarke took a deep breath before she turned, looking at Monty.
“Can you get us into the command center? We need to see what’s happening on level five.”
“No problem.”
Bellamy walked towards Wallace, grabbing his arm.
“Let’s go. You’re gonna help us, whether you like it or not.”
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“Where’s he going?”
“The dorm. Monty, can you do it? Can you irradiate the level?”
“I can do it.”
Bellamy shook his head, looking at Clarke.
“Wait a second, Clarke. We need to think about this. There are kids in there.”
“I know.”
“And people who helped us.”
Clarke took a deep breath as she looked up at Bellamy, anguish on her face.
“Then please, give me a better idea.”
You stepped forward, tilting your head to the side.
“I may have one.”
Bellamy and Clarke turned, looking at you.
“What is it?”
“It was Emerson who killed my guard and brought me here. Cage took a personal interest in me, in my blood.”
You lifted your knife, pressing it into the palm of your hand, drawing blood, showing it to Clarke.
“My blood is important to him. Trade me, for your people.”
Clarke slightly tilted her head to the side, thinking what you said over as Bellamy stepped forward, shaking his head.
“No. No way. We’re not going to just hand you over for our people.”
“It could work.”
I nodded at Clarke.
“It could. And if it works, no one has to die.”
“Except you. You would die.”
You glanced at Bellamy, shrugging.
“Ai gonplei ste odon.” (my fight is over)
Bellamy slightly glared as Clarke’s face fell into one of recognition.
“No, this is wrong, and I won’t let you do this.”
You looked up at Bellamy, glaring as you huffed.
“You cannot stop me. You do not have a say over what I do. The choice is not yours to make.”
You turned your head, looking at Clarke.
“This is between me and Clarke.”
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“Clarke, this is wrong.”
Clarke glanced at Bellamy, shrugging slightly.
“This was her choice.”
“And what happens when Lexa finds out that we willingly traded her sister for our people?”
“She traded ours for hers.”
Bellamy huffed, shaking his head.
“Fine, what happens when, godforbid, they kill her? What happens with Lexa and the Grounders then? We’ll be at war, again.”
“That’ll be a problem for later. Right now, my concern is getting our people out of this damn mountain.”
“It’s still wrong.”
Clarke’s grip on the radio tightened as she turned, looking up at Bellamy.
“I hear you, but repeating it over and over again doesn’t change the fact that this is happening. So either get on board, or shut up.”
Bellamy clenched his jaw, huffing as he lightly glared down at Clarke.
“She asked you to give her sword and knife to Lexa. Will you?”
Clarke turned, looking back up at the camera feed.
“I said I would.”
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Emerson grinned at you as you turned the corner, walking towards you.
“You’ve come back.”
You glared at him as he placed the cuffs on your wrist, leading you down the hall and into the room where Skaikru was being held. The table Raven had been lying on was empty, everyone staring as you were led in, Cage walking towards you, smiling.
“I knew you wouldn’t get far.”
He nodded at Emerson.
“Put her on the table.”
You were shoved forward, forced onto the table. They strapped you down, Cage glancing down at you as he spoke to the doctor.
“Let’s not waste time with this one. Go ahead and drain her. And don’t bother using just the one hip. She has two for a reason. When she’s dead, we’ll move to the next.”
You glared, looking over at Cage, a slight growl in your voice.
“We had a deal. Me for them.”
Cage grinned as he stepped closer to you, looking down at you as the doctor moved around you, preparing the drill.
“We did, but you see, the thing about deals, they’re always changing. And you can never truthfully trust the enemy.”
The doctor inserted an IV into both of your arms as you glared at Cage.
“We had a deal!”
You jerked against the straps, yelling at Cage in both English and Trig. Your yells turned to screams as the doctor and his assistant began drilling. You jerked against the straps, one of the guards stepping forward and placing more straps around your arms, legs and chest to keep you from moving around too much.
“How long?”
The doctor looked up at Cage, slightly tilting his head to the side.
“Sir?”
“How long until she’s dead?”
“Forty-five minutes?”
Cage looked down at you, sneering.
“Make it sooner. And someone shut her up.”
The guard who had strapped you down jerked your mouth open, forcing a strap into your mouth, attaching it to the strap that went over your forehead, forcing your head still. Your screams were still heard, but they were muffled now.
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Bellamy clenched his jaw as he watched the camera feed, looking over at Clarke.
“He didn’t keep his word.”
Clarke sighed softly, shaking her head.
“No, he didn’t.”
“I-”
Clarke turned, looking at Monty, making a face.
“Why are you stopping?”
“Because I did it. All we have to do is pull this. Hatches and vents will open, and the scrubbers reverse, pulling in outside air.”
Bellamy looked over at the camera feed, seeing Emerson preparing to blow the command center door.
“He’s gonna blow the door.”
“Clarke, we’re out of time.”
Clarke placed her hand on the lever as she looked over at the screen, seeing where Esmeray was still being drilled into, though she was no longer moving, Jasper being locked up with the other prisoners as Octavia and Maya were overtaken by guards.
“My sister. My responsibility.”
“I have to save them.”
Bellamy placed his hand over Clarke’s.
“Together.”
Clarke nodded, and together they pulled the lever.
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Octavia rushed into the dorms, her eyes wide as she looked around.
“Hey-”
Octavia looked over at Kane.
“Get the keys from the guard.”
Octavia nodded, rushing to the guard that was laying dead, searching his body for the keys. Once she found them, she rushed to Kane, unlocking his cuffs. Kane rushed to check on Abby while Octavia helped unlock the others. Clarke and Bellamy walked in not long after, Clarke rushing to her mom while Bellamy rushed to where you laid on the table. He was gentle but quick as he undid the strap around your forehead and in your mouth, letting them fall to the floor. Octavia appeared on the other side of you, undoing the straps around your arms and legs.
“Bell-”
Bellamy slightly shook his head as he checked your pulse.
“Just get the rest of the straps off."
Octavia nodded slightly as she removed the remaining straps.
"Bell..”
Bellamy lowered his head, listening for your breathing before he started chest compressions.
“Bellamy.”
Bellamy slightly shook his head, glancing at Octavia.
“We can’t let her die.”
Octavia sighed softly, looking down at you.
“Bellamy, she’s gone.”
Bellamy clenched his jaw, slightly shaking his head.
“No, she’s not.”
Bellamy continued chest compressions before he leaned down, placing his hand under your chin, slightly tilting your face up, giving you a few rescue breaths when you gasped, your back arching slightly as Bellamy leaned back, his fingers brushing under your chin as he looked down at you, watching as you opened your eyes, a dazed look in your eyes as you looked around, confusion on your face.
“You’re okay. You’re okay.”
You lifted your gaze towards Bellamy, seeing Octavia standing next to him.
“It’s over.”
Clarke appeared, looking you over, eyeing the IV’s that you were attached to.
“We need to bring her back to Camp Jaha. We’ll give her medical treatment there.”
“What about the blood bags?”
Clarke looked over at the IV bags that contained your blood, nodding slightly.
“Bring them. She’ll need a blood transfusion, and giving her red blood may not work for her. Just-”
Clarke sighed softly, slightly shaking her head.
“We’ll take the IV’s out and we’ll go and find something we can carry her out on.”
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The walk back to Camp Jaha was long, and you were in and out of consciousness as you were carried, Lincoln and Octavia walking next to you as you blearily looked up at Bellamy.
“Why?”
Bellamy looked down at you, slightly making a face.
“Why what?”
“Why did you-”
You winced in pain when those carrying you slipped, your face scrunching up as you looked at him.
“Why save me, again?”
Bellamy looked away, slightly clenching his jaw.
“It was the right thing to do.”
“The right thing would have been to let me die.”
“Shof op, Riheda.” (shut up)
You turned your gaze to Lincoln, grinning slightly.
“You can’t tell me to shut up.”
Lincoln huffed a small laugh, shaking his head.
“Just close your eyes and rest.”
“I can’t. I close my eyes and I see him. He calls to me.”
Bellamy and Octavia shared a look as Lincoln made those carrying you come to a stop, placing his hand over yours.
“Do not give in, Esmeray. Sato can wait. It is not your time, so do not give in. Gonplei.” (fight)
You sighed softly, looking up at Lincoln, your voice soft.
“Ai ste noden kom gonen.” (I’m tired of fighting)
“Gonplei idowe.” (fight anyway)
Your eyes fluttered as you turned your hand, weakly holding onto Lincoln’s hand.
“Tell Lexa-”
Lincoln panicked slightly when your eyes closed, your head falling to the side as you passed out. Octavia turned towards Lincoln, placing her hand on his chest as she looked up at him, Lincoln watching as you were carried into Camp Jaha.
“She’ll be okay, Lincoln.”
She reached down for his hand, taking it in hers.
“Come on. We’ll go to medical.”
Bellamy came to a stop as Clarke stopped next to him.
“I think we need a drink.”
“Have one for me.”
Clarke slightly shook her head.
“I’m not going in, take care of them for me.”
“Clarke-”
Clarke shook her head, glancing at Bellamy.
“No. Seeing their faces everyday is just gonna remind me of what I did to get them here.”
“What we did. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Clarke looked towards Camp Jaha, slightly shaking her head.
“I bear it so they don’t have to.”
“Where are you gonna go?”
Clarke shrugged slightly, a small smile on her face.
“I don’t know.”
She turned, wrapping her arms around Bellamy, giving him a hug.
“May we meet again.”
Bellamy sighed as Clarke walked off, walking back towards the forest.
“May we meet again.”
Bellamy turned, taking a deep breath as he walked into Camp Jaha. He made his way through the camp, walking into the Ark towards medical. He saw Octavia standing outside of medical, looking in through the window. He stopped next to her, seeing Lincoln sitting next to your bedside.
“You did the right thing-”
Bellamy glanced down at Octavia as she spoke.
“Saving her. It was the right thing.”
“Yeah.”
Bellamy looked back into medical, watching as someone worked around you, hooking you up to an IV and heart monitor.
“Now we get to live with our choices.”
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🌕 Your First (or Next) Sexual Encounter 18+ 🌕
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Hehehe I'm back baby 😈 and in time for spooky season. The college transition is the hardest thing I've gone through so far. Anybody tellin you college aint that different from highschool is praying on your downfall, be aware, you actually have to learn things in college. Anyway still working on that 20 pile pac we'll see how long it takes. I've changed my tumblr to a dark theme and it's gonna be like this even during Christmas 🤭. This pac is dedicated to all the horny bitches who are so desperate they think spells for sex will get them somewhere☠️ ☠️
1. Some of you might feel like late bloomers. Or too old to be having you're first time. If you're getting penetrated (with a dildo/dick) this person is gooooooddd. Like heavenly. Iike you wouldn't even know someone could move soo welll. Even if its "hardcore" its not boring none of tht janky porn shit, its more like they'll go very deep if you want them to. Damnn the visuals this is giving Ginuwine my pony. To make shit 🌽, its giving magic mike ✨️ 🤭. But yeah they seem verry sweet in bed. If you're not into penetration but oral, this person is godlyyy. Regardless of how you view yourself this person doesn't give a shit; inexperienced or not, this person wants you a lot like, I'm getting top/dom femme vibes for a lot of you for this person, they want to jump on you, i think they get wet/hard the moment they see your body and honestly just when they see your face for some of you 😳. Listen even if you're older than this person, maybe there's an age gap, and you're not very experienced they. want. You. Honestly whatever difference is making you insecure, its incredibly arousing to them. Especially if you're older, they might view you as super cute and get really turned on by you being shy or more meek than them. They're intensee. Even if you have other sexual partners, i feel the way they give head is incredibleee. Like they're not even flashy with it but they do a lot for you.
2. You've probably, almost definitely been with this person before. Even if you didn't see it as going all the way, you at least done something sexual and/or romantic with this person. If not you might've chose the wrong pile. You might've been heavily sexually attracted to this person, they could've been a domme, maybe even thought of themselves as professional for some of you, or you liked dominated them. Whoever was dominant in this scenario ruined the connection/ relationship. Regardless, this person is gonna come back to you and offer something. You might have sex, it'll make you reconsider things, but I don't see you taking them back regardless of the role you had. Tbh i don't even know if you'll care about the sexual encounter, i feel like your head will be somewhere else the whole time cuz i cant see anything about it. 💀💀
3. This person might've been someone who was very controlling. I think they actually really changed. You could've know them in the past and fantasized about being with them, maybe even masturbated about them but never actually thought it could happen. They might've been very popular/"out of your league"/or you just knew they would be bad to you in some way. They might've been a realll asshole in the past. Like did some shady shit ewww. Like creepy stuff for a few. Or endorsed it. Anywayyyyy it must've been a long time ago cuz they changed a lot and I'm see this could be a current or future partner who you'll be with for a long time. I feel this person loves/will deeply love you. For some this person is already very in love with you and your first time with them will be when you decide to be a couple. So for the actual encounter, they might masturbate with you. Like they might want you to jerk off in front of them. If y'all have dicks, they just want to rub em together. Or honestly rub coochies together. They want to make you feel good without scaring you off. This person doesn't want you to feel like you're doing too much too fast. Step by step whatever that means to you. They might talk a lot or even repeatedly say how much they like you. This might be someone you see as a friend at first.
4. SLURP THAT DICK TILL IT CUM 😩💦 HAHA srry cupcakke came into my head when I was pulling for this pile. Y'all might pull a lot of ppl and don't even know. "Mind over magic" I'm getting you might give a dick a handjob, and they'll cum pretty fast. This person is very pretty/very beautiful. I'm not sure why but you'll be using you're mind a lot during this encounter. I think you'll be very focused on it but not in a feeling type of way. It's very observant, it's like you're trying to figure sex out like how it works from an intellectual stand point. Very much curious virgin vibes. This person is very cute very precious honestly. You're gonna be up all night trying to please this person. For some reason you're entertained by their facial expressions, okayy top energy. You really want to experiment and see how it feels when you do a certain thing. Im not getting a lot of info about this person, i think they're quite inexperienced too. They'll definitely orgasm im not sure you will though. I think they'll try to please you it doesn't work out, so you just go right bqck to pleasing them. I don't think this pile likes to sit still and just recieve. You might make them orgasm or at least feel good a lot. They might cum a lot or when they orgasm, a lot comes out. You might like how they moan too.
5. You could do it with someone who doesn't want to be in a relationship egardless of whether they have feelings for you or not. This person could also be hot and cold, as if you can't tell whether they actually want you or not. I think you may cling onto them or sort of pressure them into having sex?? Obviously not actually but its like you're looking over their hesitancy but they are too. Idk they keep giving mixed signals. You might stop halfway through cuz of how they're acting. It might also take you awhile to get aroused whether its generally takes longer for you to or they just aren't that great at giving (pr should i say finding?) pleasure. Um for some reason it feels like they fought to have you sleep with them though, you might've had a lot of other competitors for you. I think they told you they wanted to be exclusive (not dating yet) but then they got weird. I think even during having sex you're gonna feel conflicted on whether you feel good or not cuz they're confusing emotionally.
6. This could happen on Halloween for you 😮 Ok im genuinely getting spooky vibes from this pile, yall could be into occultism or whateva lots of new age ppl in here. Anyway i think during this encounter you're going to realize you dont actually like this person. I think you let your sexual fantasies get to your head and projected them heavily onto this other person and basically your daydreams are gonna get shattered by reality. Maybe in a not so melodramatic way, but you're going to lose any fake or i guess made up romantic feelings you have and realize you just were very horny and/or you don't actually want to date this person so youre not going to have sex with (if you only want to have sex in a relationship) i think some of you again are gonna do a double take and stop before anything gets serious or if you do go through with having sex which is only for a few of you, i think you'll get an orgasm and have post nut clarity in that you'll realize that maybe you werent even that sexually attracted to this person 💀💀 yall better not go around breaking somebody's heart and ego 🤭🤭
7. A lot of you could be men or masc. Any internalized toxic masculinity or femininity will leave you during this encounter OR you're just gonna be able to soothe your insecurities in some way. This doesn't mean you'll feel this way after the encounter tho. I think some of you will come to accept your body and looks and even kinks/what turns you on particularly if you identity as a man or transmasc. Maybe you felt like it was taboo or gross but i think whoever you have a sexual encounter with, they'll accept and maybe really enjoy it. They could also juat not care and you might be relieved its not a big deal to other people. I think you'll really be able to please this person and that might make you more confident, this is also specifically for men who are exploring their sexuality. I think you're going to realize you made something a problem when it didn't have to be and you might reflect some more about it after the encounter. This pile could be related to group 4 btw.
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How about a nature theme?
🌹🥀🌱🍃🌵🌴🪺🏔️🌊🌬️⚡🌧️☀️🌕💫
thankyouuuu im going with more of a fantasy thing for this one since i feel like the last few ive posted all look the same (you can tell i was grasping for straws with some of these forgive me😭😭😭) some stuffing, some inflation/expansion/bloating
🌹 Your character eats a tasty plant known for being particularly filling. They don't feel all that full until they find out where it gets its reputation: it blooms inside the stomach, filling them to the brim with large, hearty blossoms. Their burps probably smell pretty sweet.
🥀 Your character is feeling wilted after accidentally eating something that's been enchanted to drain energy. The best way to rejuvenate themself in this situation is with plenty of food and drink, even if they're already full from whatever they ate.
🌱 Your character is a plant person. They aren't nearly as big as their fellow plants, and they're doing everything they can to grow themself bigger--extra sunlight, lots of water, the works. Maybe it'll work eventually, but for right now all they have to show for their effort is an extremely bloated tummy.
🍃 Your character adds a new fast-growing plant to their garden, hoping for some quick and plentiful produce. What they didn't realize is just how quickly it grows. Before their very eyes, the sweet, crunchy leaves begin to spring up and overtake their garden. There's no time to get help; the only thing they can do is try to eat it faster than it can grow. Can they get it under control before they run out of tummy space?
🌵 After eating far too much, your character is feeling sore and sick and desperately wants a tummy rub. Sadly, they're covered in prickly scales, and their tummy is far too rough for most hands. Can anybody help them? Maybe some protective gloves would be useful.
🌴 Your character is a little woodland critter who lives in a hole in a tree. Their home inside the trunk is comfortably roomy, but the entrance is a pretty tight squeeze. It wouldn't take too much to bloat their tummy up enough to make it hard to get through, or even to get them stuck.
🪺 Your character is some sort of sneaky little egg-stealing freak, and they happen upon a nice full nest. One or two eggs would easily fill them up, but they can't carry the rest with them and they're unwilling to leave them behind, so they quickly cram the rest into their belly as well. Hopefully they're not too stuffed to scurry off before whatever laid those eggs returns.
🏔️ Your character is hiking up a mountain, and they stumble across some berry bushes. They're easy to identify as safe; these berries have pretty much no lookalikes…except for a very similar-looking berry that expands dramatically in dark, damp environments, making themselves a hazard to anybody careless enough to eat too many.
🌊 Your character is a deep-sea mermaid. They occasionally visit their friends who live closer to the surface, and any time they do, the change in pressure makes their belly bloat terribly. Hopefully their shallow water friends have something to soothe their tummy, otherwise it's going to be a very uncomfortable visit.
🌬️ Your character is a winged creature, perhaps a fairy or a harpy, flying against strong wind. They make the mistake of opening their mouth for a moment and are promptly filled up with a rush of air.
⚡ Your character has some sort of lightning powers that build up if they aren't released frequently enough. If they find themself somewhere where it isn't safe to blow off some electrical steam, their belly could become very uncomfortably bloated.
🌧️ Your character is at a cafe in the sky, trying a cloud for the first time. They're warned to take it slow, but they accidentally suck up the whole cloud in one slurp, leaving their belly incredibly bloated, at least until all the vapor in their stomach condenses back into water.
☀️ Your character is a creature with an exceptionally high body temperature. They don't need water to survive, and it isn't really found where they're from, so they've never had it before. The first time they drink water, they discover that it boils inside their stomach, rapidly filling them up with steam.
🌕 Your character visits the moon and discovers that the rumors are true: it's made of cheese (continuously regenerating cheese, too!). The place is filled with expansive cheese shops and restaurants specializing in cheesy foods. By the time your character is ready to come back from their trip, their belly is feeling very weighed down by all the tasty cosmic cheese they've eaten.
💫 Your character is visiting an intergalactic rest stop, and they have a buffet there. There are foods from all sorts of different planets, many of which your character has never seen before, and, being curious, they're eager to try a little bit of everything. They'll be stuffed enough from the quantity of food; hopefully none of the strange and unfamiliar foods upset their belly.
#prompts#belly kink#tummy kink#stuffing#stuffed belly#inflation kink#inflated belly#belly expansion#stomachache kink#belly#bellyache#inflating#my post
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An Ghealach
Field Linguist Jimin Park travels to a remote island called An Ghealach off the coast of Ireland to research and document an endangered language, just in time for the community’s Beltane festivities. What he encounters is both horrifying and mesmerizing beyond his wildest dreams.
🌑 Jimin x Female Reader
🌒 word count: 9k
🌓 speculative horror, gore, major character death, dub con, smut, nsfw, 21+
🌔 warnings: 🕊 dead dove! creepy folk horror themes (shapeshifting, human sacrifice), unable to tell dreams from reality, gore (mention of entrails, mention of bleeding someone dry, cutting palm and drinking/smearing blood), dubious consent (use of magic to put into a trance & coerce), angst, infidelity (mention of an engagement), smut (voyeurism & exhibitionism, oral & vaginal sex, a bit of ass eating, rough sex, holding of throat, blood licking, a little biting, forest sex, a need to be cum inside of), nickname "pet", major character cloning & off-screen death.
🌕 note: hello, and welcome to my fun little Beltane horror fic! appearance of reader in this fic shifts, and is therefore described. sometimes she has pale skin, other times dark, purposefully left vague aside from hair and occasionally eye detail. this story is a bit rushed because of yoongi concert week and final exams happening in the same month; i had a lot of ideas, but the time just kept creeping up and up and up, and here we are, at the end of May!
🌖 i also made a lot of shit up in terms of the magic, left a lot of shit vague, and did not worry much about whether things make any sense, so...go into this with a grain of salt; this is not meant to reflect any real Beltane rites or rituals, even if certain things (like the maypole) sound familiar. it is also not meant to depict a real place or a real dialect of a language. the Gaelic words are meant to feel wrong and strange because this place is wrong and strange. (a friend of mine who is Irish & a linguist helped me with the words; i promise you, the intent is to feel wrong.) enjoy!
🌗 mc goes by the name Rí; Jimin's pov appears in italic paragraphs
🌘 written for A Spring Offering Collab! check out the other works!
🌑 beta read by @neoneunnajimin
🌒posted may. 2023 | read on ao3
Cross his heart, hope to die
Hang his entrails, bleed him dry
He is Here. He is here. Heard, have you? He is here.
The women of the island chirp and coo at one another, heads tilted inward, as if sharing a profound secret. Their voices are low but lilted with excitement, and the language in which they whisper is old – nearly extinct.
Your footfalls crunch through grass that has hardly seen rain – unseasonably dry, despite the air holding onto a thick, shrouding dampness. Soon, the sun will stay risen for more than eight hours, and, if this summer is bountiful, the clouds will open up and shower your island with abundance.
Seen the man, have you? They whisper, unused to men from outside the confines of the island; unused to skin darker than porcelain. No outsider has stepped foot permanently on this land since your father had, all those years ago; only mysterious strangers who last as long as the holiday allows.
Strange, his name is. They whisper. And the sun, his skin shines with deep hints of its rays.
"Girls," you call in a tongue that whisps through your lips, wind fluttering between delicate petals, ancient. "Our manners, let us not forget."
"Our manners, Rí," the women respond in a chorus, pulling their expressions straight, only to begin giggling the moment they think you are no longer listening.
Bright orange hair falls in tight curls to your shoulders, which are exposed to the sunlight. You wear a white long-sleeve chemise that rests mid-bicep and is tied loosely in the front over perky cleavage. Your emerald green bodice sits under-breast and opens to a long emerald skirt that falls to your bare feet over a hoop skirt made of layers of cloth.
Your girls are dressed much more simply in white chemise dresses and underpants. Some wear modest green or burgundy bodice dresses, and some wear plain white or black cloth shoes.
The propellers on the white aquatic plane whirr as you approach, and you hear two male voices speaking loudly over its engine. One man, dressed head-to-toe in a white pilot uniform, docks with the help of four of your women, and he exits the small aircraft.
After a pause, another man appears wearing a tan blazer over a white tee that is tucked into fitted blue jeans, with a black leather belt and black boots. Around his neck, a white kerchief is tied, and his hair is coiffed delicately off his forehead, casting a beautiful wave of silvery-blond that hardly blows in the winds coming from the sea. He looks as if he is dressed for a weekend getaway to somewhere far more exotic than here, and you find it absolutely adorable. He is more petit than you anticipated – average height and slender – but what stands out the most is the man's face.
Even from this distance, the man is breathtaking. His full lips pout as he straightens himself out, and he seems surprised and apologetic when the girls begin to assist with his things, pulling suitcases from the plane.
At his shocked expression and attempts to communicate with precious creatures who do not speak a common tongue, you make your way forward, holding your many skirts in hand so your feet do not trip. As soon as you approach and begin to shout to the girls to be careful, the man's eyes lift, lips part, and you watch the moment he notices you, deeply breathing in and holding it while you speak.
"Girls, girls," you call in the ancient tongue, "handle gently."
As his things are brought to the pier, the man begins to organize them. Everything is on wheels, and he must deem a certain suitcase more important than the others, taking it by its extending handle and dragging it to dry land first. There is a short set of steps between the path and the pier, and you walk down and reach a hand out to offer help.
"Thank you," the man mutters, seemingly uncertain whether you are one of the many who do not speak English.
"You must be Jimin Park," you say, reaching for the handle and watching as recognition and relief paint his pretty features.
Up close, Jimin is a thing out of fairytales. Wide, dark eyes glance curiously at the landscape, and each curve of his face is soft and delicate, despite his profile being sharp lines. An anomaly of beauty, carved with careful hands.
Jimin guesses at your name and you nod, flashing a sweet, welcoming smile – you had been the one corresponding with him before his arrival. He must relax, because as you begin to tug for his suitcase to lift it up the three short wooden steps, his hold loosens, and he eventually allows you to take it, only letting his gaze linger a moment before he turns to grab more of his things.
You help him with his belongings – four black cases in total – and each of you take two to wheel down the dirt path past the open field, along the edge of the woods that peeks out into the village, to the inn that sits ahead, to the left. Although your home is in the woods, you have prepared a room in the inn, sharing a wall with Jimin.
The village is quaint. There are a few homes at the far end of the walk, along a stretch of foothills. A town hall rests between the homes and the inn, and there is a small store room holding onto all imported wares, farmed goods, and hunted items. To the right is all forest until the cliffs open up to the vast ocean, and on the other side of the wood, village elders live out their days, never minding what you and girls do on this side, so long as their bellies stay full and hearths stay ablaze.
"Have you lived here your entire life?" Jimin asks slowly, annunciating each word with precision. There is a hint of his own accent giving the English a very pretty lilt.
"Nearly," you respond, eyes slowly wandering from the inn, sweeping the small hints of village that come into view, landing on the forest. "My parents arrived when I was little, but my mother was born here. The island is in my blood."
"And you are the only person here who speaks English?" Jimin asks, voice a bit shaky and hesitant.
As you turn to gauge his expression, you find hints of anxiety. You wonder if Jimin is not the kind of person who likes to seek the help of others; if, perhaps, you will have to be assertive in offering assistance with everything he may need.
"I am," you respond with a smile, "which means you and I are going to become quite well acquainted, Jimin Park."
Over dinner on the first night, Jimin opens up about growing up in South Korea and attending university both at home, and in the United States. As girls come to fill your plates with more cured meats, he notices that they call you Rí.
Jimin is an inquisitive fellow, whose pretty dark eyes are wide and curious – and somewhat glossy after two cups of honey wine – and you smile with feigned shyness, nodding your head demurely when he asks you about the nickname.
"It means king," you tell him with a grin.
"Ah," Jimin responds with a growing smile of his own. "So are you their king?"
With a chuckle, you shrug and say, "I suppose I am. We have elders but they live on another part of the island. I'm the one who takes care of the girls."
"And the hunting and farming?" Jimin asks.
"Much of our bounty is from the autumn equinox," you admit shyly, vaguely. "We had an abundant winter."
"Wow," Jimin responds curiously. "Good weather last year?"
It was luck that two cops came snooping around the island just before Samhain; their blood was the perfect offering to the old gods. With their entrails strung up, dangling from the trees, and slowly drip-draining into the grass below, the skies shined favorably through the cold season, and wild animals practically skittered and galloped happily into your traps.
"Yes," you respond simply, smiling fondly at the memory of the two transmuted squirrels who were sent home in the men's stead with nothing to report on but normal goings-on, on the island.
Magic of that caliber works best on the holidays, when the passages are open and the power from the other side covers your island like a rich fog, sparking it to life with intrinsic energy. A shame you used that power to create two men of the law, but the last thing your little homestead needs is more blue-capped guards snooping around for their missing men.
With the perfect specimen for this year's festival sitting beside you, your excitement shimmers, vibrating under your skin and making the air around you feel charged. You had hoped that, being as young as he is, you would be sent someone without a spouse, making it easier to fall under your spell – buying you a little time before having to clone the poor guy and send him back.
A shame that this season's sacrifice not only comes with a gold engagement band around his finger, but is so dreadfully pretty that you almost lament the thought of watching the light drain from his eyes.
But the land is hungry, and feed, she must.
“Cross his heart, hope to die. Hang his entrails…will he have pretty entrails, do you think?” you sing-song, lifting a handsome red squirrel in both hands, holding it eye-level to inspect. It had come to your window at the stroke of midnight, cheery and pliant.
An offering from the land.
A host.
“What a shame I can’t just keep him for myself,” you muse, considering the fact that you were able to transmute two men before. “Perhaps I will have to make a second clone, this time. Can you bring me a friend?”
The sound of thumping is what wakes Jimin up. At first, he thinks it may be a tree branch tap, tap, tapping against the window. But as sleep falls away to wakefulness, he realizes the sound must be coming from the other side of the wall.
Your wall.
Falling asleep was difficult, in the first place. Something about the island, and especially the inn, feels incredibly ominous, like there is a presence looming just out of the peripheral, never fully seen. And the scent that you carry – spiced cloves and fresh bouquet of wildflowers – lingered in the air, filling his head with thoughts of you.
Now, as he blinks through the darkness, he wonders if he had slept a wink, at all.
Jimin rolls over, attempting to ignore the sounds in favor of getting more sleep, noticing in his brief moment of wakefulness that it is still pitch black outside. But then he hears it…humming…low and inviting, causing all the little hairs on his arms to stand at attention.
Somewhat mindlessly, Jimin pushes the thick quilted blanket away and climbs out of bed, heavy-lidded and barely aware of his surroundings in the mostly-empty room. Golden lantern light glows in through the window, allowing him to see ahead of him just enough to make a clear path toward the sound.
In his dreamy haze, Jimin imagines voices whispering – beckoning him forward. Come to me, they say, tangling and slipping over one another, mostly incomprehensible flits of lips, teeth, and tongue, spoken too softly to truly be fully heard.
Jimin places his hands against the wall, presses his ear against the wood, and listens. The humming continues, muffled delicately by the layers that separate it from him. Is it Rí, he wonders.
As he continues to listen, his eyelids flutter closed. The thumping sound is rhythmic and soft, and the humming has shifted into something more sensual. Moaning, perhaps? Whimpering, even? He feels entranced by it and presses harder against the wall, feeling the cool wood against his cheek gradually heat, until his breath huffs out sticky-warm against it.
Come to me, Jimin, he is certain he hears in a voice that can only be yours. Don't be shy.
He feels drunk and loose-limbed, rubbery and pliant, and he sways his hips to the inviting song, dragging his blunt fingernails over the wall. The humming – the moaning – it intensifies, drawing his breath ragged, forcing small sounds of his own to come falling past his lips. His body feels electric – charged with a current that runs ultraviolet through his bloodstream, desperate for more, picking up hints of spiced clove and musky floral notes.
With a crescendo of whimpers, the thumping quickens and abruptly ends, and Jimin gasps, waking from his stupor, stumbling listlessly from the wall and wiping drool from his face. His head feels hazy as he blinks and turns, taking in the dark room and wondering what kind of dream he was just having.
In the quietude of the night, he stands still and listens. Had he imagined hearing something before? Was it all a dream? Only the scent of the trees below his cracked-open window fills the space, but he inhales deeply in search of something more.
Silence settles, heavy but somehow light, and he sighs, runs a hand through his damp silver-blond hair, and returns to the bed, trying his best to ignore the ache in his pants – hard and neglected.
"Not tonight," he whispers, scolding himself. Not over the thought of you. Not when he has someone waiting for him back home.
"Sleep well?" you ask at the sight of Jimin exiting the inn.
He wears a black tee tucked into black fitted jeans, with his black belt and shiny black leather boots, and you smile to yourself, both over the simplicity of it all, and from how much he stands out in a place like this.
Although denim is not frowned upon in the village, and is worn often by the elders on the other side of the island, the girls love to dress up in renaissance-reminiscent clothing and make believe that every day is a fairytale. After all, on An Ghealach, it can be.
You are modestly outfitted in a white chemise dress that is cinched at the waist, with an undershirt to hold your breasts in place, and simple cloth white shoes. Your straight, black hair falls waist-length, braided intricately away from your face, letting the sun hit your deep-golden skin.
"I slept alright," he responds, voice rough from disuse.
Jimin smiles softly, and you check for any glimmer that he has noticed the shifting of your appearance, of the outside of the inn, of the stone path that stretches around the forest edge. When Jimin smiles and asks if there is anything he can do to help set up for Beltane, seemingly unaware, you nod and lead the way.
"All there is to do today is prepare the land, which the girls have under control," you inform. "We can discuss phonemes in the meantime, if you have your equipment handy.”
With a wide smile, Jimin pulls a small recording device and notebook from his back pocket and holds them up. "Always prepared."
You chuckle and mutter, "Perfect," continuing along the path to the field where the girls are cutting the grass with old, metal devices on wheels, and gathering all the prettiest weeds and wildflowers to fashion into crowns.
Jimin makes good company, curious and open-minded without asking too much. You can see in the way he watches the girls that there is so much he would like to know – can read each question that flits over his eyes, only to be blinked away. Where did they come from? Why do none of them speak English? Where are the men? These are questions that just hang for brief seconds at the tip of his tongue but that he never works up the courage to ask.
Perhaps he knows it is best not to know. Perhaps some part of him is aware of the horrors that might lurk behind the corner of posing one question too many.
The two of you spend the day discussing vowels, consonants, and syntax. His grasp on modern dialects of Irish Gaelic is enough that he instantly begins to draw similarities between those and the older language spoken on the island.
And as the sun moves from burning hot overhead to sinking beneath the horizon, moving your studies into the inn's tavern, you find yourself scooting close on the bench while offering more honey wine to your eager, beautiful guest.
Jimin has never sleepwalked before. In fact, he tends to lay so still that often, his neck and limbs are sore the next morning, popping as he stretches in an attempt to get the blood flowing adequately.
So when he opens his eyes to find himself standing barefoot in the woods, hands outstretched toward the trunk of a tree, he yelps and jumps backward, nearly fumbling to his butt.
“What the fuck,” Jimin mutters to himself as he glances around, eyes becoming more alert.
The woods are nearly pitch dark, save for the bright glow of the waxing gibbous moon shining through the trees. What luck, he thinks, that the clouds are scarce tonight.
Although there is no foreseeable path, the ground appears mostly clear of thick brush. Jimin turns and makes his way out, careful not to step too hard, gently shuffling his bare feet outward with each step, avoiding sticks and rocks as best as he can.
Fear simmers just below Jimin’s skin. He attempts not to spiral, telling himself that he could not have possibly walked far. His blue flannel pajamas are warm, but thin enough that the chilly night air would likely have woken him quickly. And so, onward he presses.
A flickering yellow flame glows through trees ahead, just to the left, and Jimin lets out a deep sigh of relief as he changes course. Although he is pleased to be making his way back to civilization, his new worry is being disruptive as he walks back through the old, creaky inn. He does not want to disturb Rí, who he imagines must be asleep at this hour.
Despite the island being mostly covered in dense forest, the night is surprisingly quiet. Eerily so. Even in the daytime, insects and rodents are lively to the point of seeming cacophonous. How is it possible for everything to be so…still?
The sound of a particularly loud stick snapping – not underfoot but ahead – has Jimin tensing and freezing with fear. He holds his breath while his shoulders raise to his ears, trying his hardest not to be detected, until smoked clove hits his senses, and—
“Jimin!” you call softly, certain that his fear has spiked nearby, radiating like heavy, bright fumes between the birch trees.
And then you hear it, a soft, delicate voice, calling a tentative, “Rí?”
Ah, so the pretty thing is just ahead, and your plan to at least get him into the woods has worked without a hitch. You wonder what it was that snapped him out of his trance too soon. Next time, you think to yourself. You still have one more night to get him into the passage of his own volition.
“What are you doing out here?” you ask, feigning worry and exasperation.
“Ah—“ Jimin begins, voice sounding somewhat closer. “I don’t know. I must have been sleepwalking.”
“Is that something you do often?” you ask, holding the lamp higher.
Jimin’s pretty face comes into view, peeking from between a thin birch that separates you, and you smile wide and welcome, taking in the blend of fear and affection that wafts from his pores and surrounds you.
“No,” he responds softly, eyes wide and curious. “Never.”
“Strange,” you mutter, momentarily stuck in time and space from him standing so close to someone so dreadfully beautiful.
“Yeah,” he says soft as a whisper, blinking heavily before standing straight and rounding the tree.
You also straighten out and take two steps backward to give him room. When Jimin appears before you, your eyes drop to his bare feet, and you frown, making a mental note for the next time.
With skin shades darker and hair shorter than earlier, you wonder if Jimin catches onto the new appearance. But his face gives nothing away. So the spell is just as strong, even if he broke the call of the other side just before entering the passage. Interesting.
“How did you find me out here?” Jimin asks as you turn and lead the way back to the inn, searching the shifted dirt path for a believable excuse.
You slowly lead the way toward the inn, and Jimin quickly falls into step beside you. When you walked outside to follow your guest just moments ago, you had left doors open and lights on intentionally, and you raise a hand to point in the general direction of the building.
“I came out of my room and your bedroom door was wide open," you say. "The front door, as well. So I grabbed a lantern and ran outside; I figured you could not have gone too far.”
“Oh,” he responds, already sounding ashamed even from one syllable. “I’m so sorry.”
With an insistent shake of your head, you say, “Not at all. I am just glad I found you.”
“What if an animal, or—“ Jimin begins, but you cut him off.
“There is nothing on this island that we fear. Closed doors are only such to keep the cool air out where it belongs. In the temperate months, doors and windows are left wide open.”
You are the witch of the wood, after all. Nothing that lives and breathes on this isle exhibits an ounce of free will if you wish it otherwise. Which reminds you… Slowly, you will the creatures of the night to stir – a scurry here and a dance of wings there – gentle enough to keep Jimin from noticing.
Except he does notice. You can practically feel each hair on his body stand at attention the moment a squirrel is heard clawing up a tree, and you take a step just a little too far to the right, bumping into him softly with the hope of providing a bit of a distraction.
"S-sorry," Jimin mutters, rubbing his hands on his blue pajamas. He seems nervous. Cute.
"Lost my balance," you respond, shaking your head with a gentle chuckle. "It is past bedtime, I am afraid."
"Sorry again for the trouble," Jimin says as you reach the inn, passing through the threshold and stopping just at the foot of the stairs.
You turn to Jimin and give a soft, sympathetic gaze.
"It is no trouble at all," you mutter sweetly, smile saccharine. "I'm just glad I was able to find you."
Jimin hums, nods, and says, "It won't happen again," with a light bow of his head, then makes his way up the stairs, dirt-dusted feet falling quietly on each step until he is down the hallway, past your room, and closing his door softly behind him.
The look of wonderment on Jimin's face really is something. As you walk through the small town, past the stretch of woods in which you found him last night, he keeps turning his gaze back to the trees. Is he wondering what it is he was doing there when he woke up from sleepwalking? Is he curious what drew him to that spot?
You watch his micro-expressions as his brows knit and he wets his lower lip with just the tip of his tongue. He had been mid-sentence before, trailing off the moment you approached the spot through which he emerged.
Jimin's gaze drifts to you, and he seems shy suddenly, cracking a soft smile while blush rises to his cheeks. Once you pass the wooded area and come up to the opening of the field, he seems a little more present.
"Sorry," he mutters, and you continue to study him, noticing how his shyness seems to steadily build the more you watch him.
"Has something caught your eye?" you ask, glancing over your shoulder toward the line of trees.
A dark mist pulsates between the slender, white and brown trunks and branches, beckoning with tendrils that billow out and evaporate – yearning for the pretty man with the soft smile. Soon, you want to tell it. Be patient.
"Ah," Jimin mutters, scratching the back of his head with his face scrunched as if searching for a memory. "I guess I feel a little strange about sleepwalking last night. How did I end up in the woods, of all places?"
You hum in understanding and say, "The wood calls to us all, I suppose."
Without giving Jimin much time to dwell on your words, you hold out your hand and point him to where, in the center of the open field, some of the girls are setting up a maypole, and others are building a tall triangle of logs in the center of a stone circle.
Jimin takes out his small recording device and field notebook, and you begin to describe the scene before you in a mix of English and the ancient tongue, carrying your studies through the evening and into the early night.
In the woods again.
Jimin stares down at his hands covered in dirt and wonders how he has managed to sleepwalk two nights in a row. He stands with his shoulders slumped forward, bent slightly at the knee with an arm outstretched as if he was reaching for something before waking up. In front of him is the u-shaped opening between two thick tree trunks. Or is it the same tree? Jimin cannot quite tell – too difficult to parse in the dark – and he tucks the information away to ask Rí about later.
He would be freaked out, only the smell of the wood – rich, earthy, and damp, with the sweet, musky smell of blooming flowers – feels calming now that he is confident that he can find his way back. He takes a deep breath and resists the urge to wipe his hands on his pajama pants.
The walk back to the inn is short, and although there is no path where he is, a golden lantern glow flickering past the thin birch trunks guides him. As twigs snap underfoot, he notes that he took the time to put his sneakers on before sleepwalking, relieved to not be barefoot again.
Jimin thinks he can hear faint sounds of voices – whispering, or, perhaps, chattering. Maybe singing. The island inhabitants certainly are an interesting bunch. He supposes that being far from modern civilization and with minimal technology would make people behave a little strangely. With Rí being the exception.
Something about you seems…different. And not just because of your appearance. There is an aura about you that feels almost otherworldly. Perhaps in the way you carry yourself. Jimin finds himself intrigued by you...he wants to know more…
"Right there," you sigh in a tongue as rich and ancient as the soil, tilting your head back to reveal more of your neck, switching to English. "Feels so good, little pet. Don't stop."
His kisses are tentative and shaky, but he grips onto your hips with purpose, pressing his chest firmly against your back to hold you steady. Golden lantern light flickers through the curtains, one long, bright glow of a lamp that hangs just below your window, signaling that your friend is awake and that he has not entered the passage.
The woods are calm tonight, seeing Jimin swiftly return to tilled earth without interference. It is only a matter of time before he breaks through the forest edge, and you huff impatiently. Tomorrow is your last shot; you will need to beckon him with a blood ritual.
You reach for the ties on your chemise and begin to pull them open, but your pet takes over, raising his hands to deftly do the work while his lips and teeth drag over your neck, sending a small but steady tingle of arousal through you as the sticky-sweet huffs of breath warm your skin. With the top undone, his hands freeze in place, and you yank the fabric open, exposing your breasts as they fall past the thin white material.
"Touch me," you sigh, needy. "Touch me the way he desires to."
On your command, his hands cup your breasts eagerly, fondling your nipples until the skin is pebbled and sensitive, making you hiss with pleasure. Your dress falls down one shoulder and he sinks his teeth gently into the skin, sending a flow of electricity through your body, exiting in the form of a moan.
You tremble and tilt your head further to the side, giving his mouth more room to explore while his hands fall lower, attempting to gently lift the cotton layers of skirt and farthingale hoops before impatiently taking handfuls of the garments and shoving them up, over your hips.
Clear of the woods, Jimin moseys along the path, in no rush to return to his room, enjoying the crisp but warm night air. Something about tonight feels ominous, and he tips his head toward the sky, noticing a bright moon shining back. Is it full, he wonders. It must be, given the way it glows past the thin sheets of cloud, illuminating his path even more so than the lantern light that hangs from the inn.
As he approaches the inn, Jimin glances up, noticing light coming from one of the windows on the second floor. He wonders if it is the room you stay in, and what you might be doing awake at this hour.
Gravel and dirt crunch underfoot, quiet and calming as he walks down the path. Shadows seem to dance over the window above, and Jimin finds himself gazing upward. Briefly, he thinks he sees the appearance of palms pressing into the window, halting his steps. But the glass is frosted, and he cannot clearly see through.
Shame travels up Jimin's neck as he gets his bearings, realizing he had been trying to peer through someone's window. He shakes his head and takes in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool night air as he presses forward.
Voices continue to chatter and sing, but Jimin does not see where they are coming from. Rather, the sounds seem to be lifting and floating with the wind, settling around him on all sides only to slip away into the night. Despite feeling fully awake mere moments ago, shivering against a chilly gust that blows his hair into his eyes, there is a heavy sense of drowsiness that begins to tug at him, pulling him forward, as if willing his feet to take each new step, craving his bed.
The man behind you grips your hips tightly, then sinks to his knees, sliding his hands down to your ass as he lowers. He grabs firmly and spreads you, causing you to fumble forward and place both hands against the glass. Below, Jimin glances upward, attention caught by the movement. You wonder what he would think if he saw you like this – breasts exposed and mouth parted with surprise.
Perhaps it is the way eagerness and curiosity emit from Jimin, or how your own excitement from being touched has mewls and gasps falling from your lips, but the man digs his tongue eagerly into your ass, slurping and sucking over your hole, sending a steady wave pleasure and arousal coursing through you.
"That's it, pet," you whimper, nails scraping down the glass as you get your bearings. "Don't stop."
The man attempts to bend you further, tongue trailing down to your cunt, in search of your clit, but bending more would be too precarious, especially with the layers of material gathered, making it tough to move. He shuffles back instead and takes you by the hips to spin you roughly, causing you to yelp as you attempt to get your bearings and not fall over.
When you look down at the man – the imposter that was spawned from the flesh and blood of a mature red squirrel, crafted perfectly to look just like him – you gasp.
His plump lips are slick, glistening, and soft, reddened by the dim lamplight, and his short, silver-blond hair is a mess as he stares up with an eagerness that has you burning with desire. Ordinarily, you keep the clone for a bit; play with them a little until you have to wash their memories of you and send them home. But staring down at an imitation of Jimin just makes you want him – the real deal.
“Please,” you mutter, breathy and aroused. “Don’t hold back.”
The imposture rakes his blunt fingernails up your thighs, sending a shiver through you that escapes with a gasp, and he leans forward, eagerly lapping over your cunt with his tongue. It feels charged and galvanic – a hum that vibrates in your bloodstream on a low but steady frequency.
As your head lolls back you hear a gentle footfall on the bottom step.
Jimin finds it odd that your light is on at this hour. He hopes that somehow his absence from the inn has not awakened you again, and he does his best to tiptoe up to the landing.
It is soft, but he hears what sounds like a moan coming from your room, and he freezes, foot suspended in air just before your doorway, which is cracked open two enticing inches. A sliver of golden light casts a streak against the otherwise dark hallway, and Jimin feels a pull to it, eager to have just a tiny peek.
A whimper of the words please don't stop has the hairs on his arms standing tall.
Come to me, Jimin, he thinks he hears the voice say lowly, inside his head. Don't be shy.
Jimin wills his feet to move – exerts all the force he can muster into taking three more steps ahead. And then he stops in the light that shines from within, and he looks.
Surely, he must be dreaming. There is no other way to explain how he is standing in the doorway to your room, watching as a man who has his exact same hair and body type devours you. Your legs are spread, one ankle over his shoulder, toes outstretched as you hold him close, and your bare breasts heave as you pant softly and beg him not to stop.
Since this must be a dream, he allows himself to watch. As your fingernails dig into the wooden edge of whatever the look-alike has you pressed against, you unravel from his mouth. His sounds are lewd and wet, slurping and humming in a low tenor that Jimin recognizes as his own, and arousal stirs between Jimin's legs. He grants himself permission to touch, just this once, gently grasping onto his erection and squeezing it over his pants.
Since this must be a dream, he allows himself to whimper from the warmth of his palm, eyelids flitting from pleasure as he listens to the man who looks just like him eat you out. He wonders what you must taste like – wonders if you would let him crawl in there on his hands and knees and try for himself.
The man stands, turns his head slightly to the side, and wipes his hand over his mouth, leaving a trail of slick behind. The jaw, the nose, the shape of the brow – he is a spitting image of Jimin. How Jimin is in two places at once, he does not know, but he keeps his eye on the man who undresses in a flash, displaying his own tattoos exactly where he remembers them, flexing familiar taut muscle that he has spent years building and maintaining.
When you wrap your leg around his hip and pull him close, your eyes find Jimin, gazing over his look-alike's shoulder, and he gasps, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. You shift before his eyes, hair turning black and then orange and then blonde, and he begins to question how you are supposed to look; he cannot remember your hair, nor eyes, nor skin, but nothing he sees now feels incorrect.
"That's it, Jimin," you moan, eyes trained on him, looking over the look-alike's shoulder, and causing his aching cock to twitch in his pants. "Don't stop."
Jimin squeezes his eyes closed tight, and when he wakes up suddenly in his bed, he gasps for air, covered in sweat. The heat from what he presumes had to be a dream covers him like a blanket, and he cannot stop himself from relieving the ache between his legs.
Guilt and shame do nothing to stave off just how hard he cums thinking about you.
"Just this once," he tells himself, whispered softly like a prayer. "Just this once."
Today, you have returned to the long, orange curls, with piercing green eyes. Shadow and light morph your skin tone with each passing step, as the full strength of the island's magic fills you from the crown of your head to the tips of your fingers and toes. When Whitman waxed poetic about the body electric, could this have been his meaning? Certainly not.
Beltane begins today.
Around the maypole, you and Jimin will dance, with a belly full of cured meats and a heady concoction of honey wine laced with blood and a generous dash of magic. But first, you must greet your sleepy guest, and you tiptoe to his bedroom door dressed only in a thin, white chemise dress with light blue embroidered hems, and rap your knuckles three times against the stained wood.
"Just a moment," Jimin mutters from the other side, sounding sleep deprived.
What must he have dreamt about after stumbling like a lust-sick zombie back to his bed to the sight and sound of his clone fucking you breathless? Did he come to in a cold sweat, gasping for air? Did he touch himself thinking of you?
When Jimin opens his door, he is dressed in a loose-fitting white cotton shirt hanging over matching cotton pants. Along each hem is an embroidered design of light blue rounded flourishes that match those on your dress, and on his feet are plain white shoes. You offered the clothing to him last night, to be worn for today's festivities, and you are pleased to find him outfitted in the attire.
His silver-blond hair is somewhat disheveled, and he has a hint of bags under his pretty, deep brown eyes. As he takes in your appearance, his petal-soft lips part, and you watch as his eyes linger here and there, as if tracing the faint outline of a memory, for split, fleeting moments.
"Good morning, sunshine," you tease, adding, "May the fires of Beltane light your path," with a gentle bow of your head.
When you glance up once more, Jimin is still staring, curious eyes glowing with a new spark that seems entranced and somewhat foggy. Here but also not. You allow him to stare until he begins to blink and shake his head, and then he smiles softly and returns your greeting with a hint of blush darkening his cheeks.
"Merry Beltane, Rí," he says with a slight bow to his head. "May the fires of Beltane light your path."
At the breakfast table, down in the decorated inn tavern, Jimin laments having no pockets for his recorder and field notebook. "What if there are things I want to make note of?" he pouts so cutely beside you.
"Today is a day for celebration," you insist, dropping a generous serving of spiced honey into his tea and scraping the wooden spoon against the porcelain just enough to make Jimin stir where he sits.
"For celebration," he responds in a tired, malleable haze.
Lust and curiosity pour from Jimin, covering him in a rich cloud. Each time you speak, his body shifts ever so slightly closer, gaze lingering on your lips and throat, flitting down to your breasts. Shameless, the way he does not seem to care that you take notice.
"My dear, did you sleep poorly last night?" you ask, trying not to tease, pretending not to notice the way his cheeks darken further and he heavy-blinks again and again.
"I had a dream I woke up in the woods again," Jimin responds, slowly reaching for his tea and raising it to his lips. His eyes flutter closed as he breathes in the sweetened chamomile and spice. "And then…you were there."
"In the woods?" you ask, tilting your head with feigned curiosity.
Jimin shakes his head. "In the inn. Your door was cracked open and I walked by. I saw you—"
Pulled from his trance just enough to mind his tongue, Jimin cracks a soft smile and lets out a breathy chuckle.
"My dreams have never quite been so lucid before," he continues after a quiet moment.
You hum in response and mutter, "Perhaps the magic of the wood is calling to you."
Jimin nods, slow and shallow movements, brows knitting a hair before he concedes to the notion. "Perhaps."
Jimin certainly is an eager man.
Eager to drink from the wineskins and learn all the steps to the harvest dance and dangle colorful ribbons from nearby trees. Eager to join the girls around the maypole and cast his wishes and fears and desires into the tall bonfire which licks at the stars above.
At nightfall, under the glow of the full moon, you slice open the palm of your hand with a stone dagger and allow droplets of blood to fall into his cup of magic-imbued wine. Jimin sits unaware, eyes glazed over as he watches nude bodies jump over the dying fire. You lick over your wound, tasting brassy warmth, and pass him his cup, which he grabs automatically to sip from.
"Enjoying yourself?" you ask, leaning close.
Jimin hums in response, downs his cup, and turns to you with wide, ever-eager eyes, hair sticking out on the sides from beneath a daisy crown.
"What have you done to me?" he mutters after a long moment, and you giggle in reply.
"What do you mean?" you ask, watching as his eyes travel to your lips and back up.
"I feel…" he begins, eyes widening as he gazes at the celebratory scene before him, then back at you again. "I don't know. High?"
Jimin searches your features, which shift in the flickering flame light, and he shakes his head lightly. "How do I feel so high?"
"Blood ritual," you respond with a grin, noticing as Jimin's face and scent alternate between fear, acceptance, and confusion – unsure where to land.
"Blood ritual?" he asks, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.
With a nod, you lift your hand and begin to stand from the wooden bench, beckoning Jimin to follow you with your index finger. Blood trickles down from your palm to your wrist, tickling the skin.
"Your hand," Jimin mutters as he stands in a rush, stepping forward to inspect your wound.
"Follow me," you sing-song, taking large strides into the wood as the dripping red begins to stain your sleeve.
"Rí," Jimin mutters sadly, following dutifully with his eyes trained to your wrist, reaching out with limbs that are just slightly too slow to grasp. "you're hurt."
As your footfalls snap twigs and the world around you darkens under the cover of trees and long rainbow ribbons, you press yourself against a thick trunk and reach your uninjured hand out to grab onto Jimin's wrist and pull him close.
"Rí," Jimin pouts, "I can't—"
With a whispered, "Shh," you reach up and smear your spilled blood over Jimin's lips and chin, pulling a surprised gasp from his lungs.
"You're mine now," you say, and Jimin nods as he lunges forward, slotting a knee between your thighs as his hands lift to your chin to draw you close.
Jimin's lips are pillow-soft and tangy-sweet with blood and wine mingling deliciously. He moans as you open your mouth for him, and he eagerly licks inside, tasting and taking like a man starved.
Blood smears across his neck and into his hair as you pull him close, and he gasps and moans between your lips as his hands begin to untie your modest cloth dress and push it down past your arms, past your hips, to the forest floor.
"Need you," Jimin growls as his fingertips press harshly into hips and, waist and he lifts one of your legs to rest over his hip.
He shoves his pants down and in one swift movement, spears you on his hard cock, stretching you with a pleasure-pain that has you sobbing into the night. Jimin fucks you in a rough tangle of balanced limbs, skin slapping desperately against skin, and you clench around him, working yourself up as pleasure unfurls in rich tendrils through your bloodstream.
Once he cums inside you, there will be no going back. He will belong to you – to the land – and the passage to the other side will open up and swallow him whole.
But his hips still before he reaches his orgasm, and he pulls out and drops to his knees, making you whimper in confusion before clawing at the tree for stability from pleasure the moment he tastes you. Your eager pet was good at mimicking just how greedy and talented Jimin's mouth is, but pales in comparison to the real thing. Jimin hums and moans as his tongue laps at your cunt, devouring you while his fingertips sink into your soft flesh.
How can you sacrifice something so remarkable? Will the lands forgive you if you keep this one, just this once?
Pleasure builds and breaks suddenly, and you cum on Jimin's tongue, gasping and sobbing into the cool night air as the trees flutter and rejoice all around you. The air is effervescent, filled with power, engulfing and billowing around you, reaching its greedy fingers for your sacrifice as you ride your high, trembling on his soft, kiss-swollen lips.
When Jimin stands, covered in a pink smear of blood and your slick release, he yanks his borrowed white shirt over his head and throws it to the ground. You pull him into a kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth until only faint traces of your essence remain.
"Please," you whine as you spin and grip onto the tree, rubbing your ass against his throbbing cock. "Please, Jimin."
Never have you needed to be filled with the seed of a sacrifice so badly; never has the oxygen coursing through your bloodstream shimmered opalescent for someone like it does tonight.
Jimin lines himself up with your entrance and wraps one hand around your throat, sinking himself in slowly while manicured fingernails dig into your hip. The pleasure is white-hot intense, quaking through you as you tilt your hips backward, desperate to feel full.
"So tight," he groans as he pulls out and snaps his hips forward. "Been wanting you so bad."
You moan as Jimin slowly pulls out and roughly thrusts in, asking, "Yeah?" when you find that no other words are able to form.
"Feels like I'm going fucking crazy," Jimin groans, slowly pulling back and roughly snapping forward, back and forward, back and forward. "These woods…the blood…what are you doing to me?"
Before you can respond, Jimin's grip on your throat tightens, and he fucks you at a rough, quick pace, forcing air to punch from your lungs as arousal and pleasure ebb and ebb endlessly.
You scratch at the tree, ripping away chunks of bark while you lean your head against your wrists and try not to collapse under the treacherous, horrifying weight of euphoria as Jimin thrusts hard and deep, filling the night with the sounds of skin against skin and feral, animalistic grunts.
The hand on your hip reaches down between your legs, and as the pads of Jimin's fingers swirl deliciously over your clit, he growls, "Cum for me" into your ear.
Your walls pulsate and squeeze, and you follow his command, building and building your pleasure until you can no longer hold back, allowing the floodgates to burst as you cum once more.
"Fuck, that's it," Jimin moans with a drag of his lips and teeth over your shoulder and neck. "Feels so good. So fucking good. I'm so close."
"Cum inside me," you beg, desperate, squeezing around him with every last ounce of willpower you have.
As if having a sudden moment of clarity pulling him from your spell, Jimin quietly mutters, "Wait…I can't," against your shoulder, dropping his hand from around your throat.
"You must," you beg, petulance rising as Jimin's hips begin to slow and his whimpers die.
"What are we…" Jimin mutters softly, "I shouldn't be doing this."
With an exasperated huff, you pull away from Jimin, letting his cock slide out, then spin, resting your back against the tree once more. Jimin's eyes are wide and afraid as he takes you in, and he begins to glance around as if searching for a way out.
You reach the hand that remains covered in blood and drag it over one of your shoulders, scraping tiny pieces of tree bark against your skin as you tilt your head and say, "Have a taste."
Drawn by the scent of your blood, still under its spell, Jimin leans in close and drags his lips over your skin, chest lightly grazing over your hard nipples, and he hums as it fully takes over his senses once more. Jimin's fingers grip roughly at your hips, and you lift your leg, wrapping it around his hips and pulling him forward as you reach for his hard, slick cock and guide it back inside you.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close while you adjust once more to the stretch – your pussy feeling used and sore. Jimin licks over your skin and begins to move his hips, and when he straightens out and fixes you with his dark gaze, he appears equal parts entranced with bliss, and afraid.
Jimin's eyes are somewhat absent of their full glaze when he thrusts forward, and you watch as slivers of doubt cast over his features. Although your magic is strong, the will of a man can be difficult to break, even on a holiday such as this, when the ritual is strongest.
But as you squeeze around him and let your scent of spiced clove and musky wildflowers fill the air, Jimin's pupils blow wide, and he leans forward, dragging his lips and teeth once more over your bloodstained skin.
As he sets a steady pace and chases his high, Jimin begins to suck and nip at your skin, huffing moans and groans while holding your ass firmly in two hands. Your body is tired and sore, back scratched, and hair matted from rough tree bark, but the pleasure overpowers, building like the clouds of an impending storm, thick and foreboding.
Cross his heart…
"Close," Jimin whimpers, and you tighten your leg around him, keeping him from pulling out as his hips thrust and quake unevenly.
"Come for me, Jimin," you command, sinking your fingernails into his shoulder while your other hand tugs at his soft, silvery hair and holds him close.
Hope to die…
Jimin mouths at your shoulder and neck, digging nails into your hips so hard you wonder if the skin might break. And then, with a desperate, almost pained groan, Jimin's hips still and then shake, and he fills you with his release.
Tendrils of fog wrap around each of Jimin's limbs, dancing over his throat, as the passage opens up and begins to swallow the two of you whole. Once he is on the other side, he can be prepared for sacrifice, and in the light of the morning sun, this land can drink of his blood.
Hang his entrails…
"Good boy," you mutter softly, as Jimin's teeth clamp down weakly, and he sobs through his orgasm, pressing his body into you as it convulses and quakes. "You've done so well."
"What—" Jimin mutters into your skin, then moans deeply as his cock continues to pulse and drain. "I can't s-s-stop."
"Shhh," you whisper softly, stroking blood-slicked silver-blond hair and pulling him close.
Jimin shivers as the smoke dissipates, skin sweat-sheened and shining in the bright moonlight, and you run your palms up and down his back. His body begins to give out, and he leans his weight into you, dropping slowly to the ground. Around you, the voices of the others – the inhabitants of this side – whisper, sing, and chant. As you assist Jimin to lay on the forest floor, exhausted from his journey to the other side, you kneel and then drape yourself over his chest, playing softly with his hair as you fall fast asleep.
Bleed him dry…
Dawn breaks as you stand tippy-toe, dangling dripping tissue and sinew from branch to low branch like a holiday garland.
"Pretty entrails, indeed," you beam as you take a step back, covered in dripping blood, to admire your work.
"Merry Beltane, Rí," Jimin's rich tenor greets you, just before two strong, warm arms wrap around your bare waist and pull you into a back-hug, skin against skin.
"Merry Beltane, pretty," you respond, turning your head to the side just enough to greet him with a soft, chaste kiss.
Upstairs, in the inn, a copy of the man sleeps soundly. Today is his last day on the island before his research is concluded, and you pull your nude, love-struck Jimin past the edge of the forest, where you will leave him with one last kiss before shifting the wood to appear normal and free of bloodied guts.
You bow your head to the land and thank it for the bountiful summer you will undoubtedly receive, then turn your head to the rising sun, and beg it with eyes closed to allow you to be greedy and keep a pet, just this once. At least until the long days shift to long nights, and, on the precipice of Lughnasadh or Samhain, a new eager stranger comes along.
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╭─► ❝The Servant: Umbrella Academy's Servant❞
Five Hargreeves × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd)
➢ Description : It's a well known fact that Sir. Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 children to save the world from it's impending doom. Though, the number of children will change from 7 to 8 once a close friend of his, Rita Rossweisse was on her death bed and requested him to take in her child, who fortunately was born on October 1st 1989.
➢ Word Count : 9,850
➢ Links : Masterlist && Character Profile
Chapter 1: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals
Under the eccentric billionaire's order, Pogo gathered the remaining people of the Umbrella Academy to Mr. Reginald Hargreeves office. All three of them stood in front of his desk: The robot nanny, The advanced chimpanzee, and the ever youthful servant named Y/N. The three of them were standing stiffly on their spot, patiently awaiting for the head of the Hargreeves household to speak.
As they awaited, silence became the norm. Although silence has always been the norm in the Hargreeves household, it was rarely tense, rather, this type of silence only occured when the others were still around, especially during their missions. Though you would suppose it was reasonable, after all, their lives were at stake when trying to save the world, and they wouldn't want to repeat "their" mistake back in 2006.
But it doesn't answer the question, why was it so tense now?
Was the Monocle planning something?
You breathed through your nostrils as though knowing that the assumption would make sense since, lately, you have noticed Pogo and Grace talking amongst themselves about something you were not aware of, though you did recall Grace looking dejected every time it was brought up.
"Mr. Monocle, may I have the permission to raise a query?" You broke the silence, making the scribbling noise abruptly stop. The cold eyes his children criticized him for were now gazing into your very soul, thus casting a spell upon your skin to shiver in a rippling manner. Despite knowing how he acts as a person, you will never get used to his actions.
"I have encouraged your lot to raise questions for a reason, so do not hold back when it comes to your curiosity." He encouraged his utmost attention to you, which made you more nervous than usual.
"Ms. Grace and Mr. Pogo have been mumbling to themselves about a plan to bring the Umbrella Academy back. I recall them periodically mentioning someone's death. I'm assuming they are referring to an important figure in their life, someone who will make them come back to where they came from…" You paused breathing through your teeth then continued. "So, they must be referring to you, yes?"
The Monocle looked satisfied with your answer then resumed scribbling on his priceless notebook. "I specifically told them to leave you breadcrumbs so I expect no less of you to catch onto our scheme."
The man who was deemed by his children to be a monster praised you in his own way but for some reason you felt dumbfounded by the confirmation. It even felt like your body was refusing to accept it. As the Monocle laid out the plan he had in mind, you tried to listen intently, keyword, tried.
"Is this necessary?" You blurted out. Their eyes darted to you, which made you want to shrink to the size of a molecule.
"I just don't think taking your life is worth exchanging to assemble the Umbrella Academy… Why don't you try calling them over? Like inviting them over for family dinner?" You suggested awkwardly rubbing the back of your nape.
"As much as we understand where you are going Ms. Y/N, I'm afraid that won't work with how…" The formal chimpanzee paused, trying to look for the right word. "Strained their relationship with their father is."
This whole thing began a cataclysm in your head, questions erupted left and right, your rationale losing its grip with reality because of how much it starts questioning the how's, the why's and what's of the situation you were in. However there was one thing for sure, the eccentric billionaire wants to assemble the academy and there has to be an objective behind it and what could it possibly be?
What could be the danger that made him gamble his life for the Umbrella Academy's return?
As you tried to rationalize, an intrusive thought disrupted your line of thinking.
"Master Five, your father is requesting for you to finish your breakfast. Now isn't the time for you to experiment with your abilities. You will have more time to explore them after the meal." You repeated the head of Hargreeves household's words, though they weren't the exact wording since you paraphrased it because you believed his original phrasing was harsh.
The boy in school shorts slowly turned to you with a familiar scowl on his face, almost mirroring his father's signature look. "You infuriate me."
He took slow steps towards your direction, his eyes not leaving your figure. It felt like you were a deer in headlights willingly awaiting for your death to come. Oddly enough, you kept your composure, externally unbothered but internally dreading what will happen next.
"All you ever do is follow that old man like a puppet, you can't even think for yourself and you speak as though you are following a script." He spat, his words seething with anger but for what?
"I have no use for you, so go back to your box." Five ended with a glare and walked away as though he was satisfied with the damage he had done to you.
"What about Number Five?" You suddenly uttered out, the intrusive thought bringing back his existence into both your mind and the room you were present in at the moment. "How will you know he will come back?"
"I know he will come back but, you are free to call my statement a hunch if it helps you sleep at night." The Monocle stated with a discernible look on his face followed by him quickly dismissing you three for the night.
The news of Mr. Reginald Hargreeves flooded throughout the streets of America: the televisions, the radios, and the people talked of it like it was the only thing worth talking about. Though it was understandable considering how impactful he was in today's society though some were rejoicing in his death for obvious reasons… However, what they didn't know was that this was all part of the plan.
You waited at the front of the door, in your best Victorian maid outfit, your hair was arranged how you wanted to be and you wore special shoes for the occasion. The others will probably say that you looked the same as usual and you will admit you looked the same, but it made you feel and look the part, the part of a servant.
The door creaked, which caught your attention. Your gaze was then directed to the humongous ape hybrid man of the Umbrella Academy, who was now struggling to not break the door handle while trying to maintain his balance. You presume he is still getting used to the Earth's gravity that's why he was struggling.
"Early as always Master Luther." You commended the larger male with a smile on your face.
"I'm sorry if I break something by accident, you know how long I've been on the moon and all." He muttered with a charming awkward smile on his face.
"It's fine, I don't think your father would really mind especially with how hard you've been working on the moon for years now." You reassured the male. You guys had a small chat until he left to take a short nap.
As you stood there waiting for the others, you decided that you were going to get some water for yourself and a chair so you could rest while waiting for the others. Out of nowhere, someone slammed the front double doors. You quickly went into a fighting stance, the portable staff ready to be equipped into the fight but, instead of facing danger, you were facing a man who was a danger to himself.
"ROSEYYY!" Klaus yelled out that terrible nickname he gave you since you guys were children. You weren't primarily fond of it because of how crappy it was but you forced yourself to tolerate it.
Your once wary self relaxed at the sight of him. "Master Klaus, I'm glad you are still in good condition but, it would have been preferable if you entered in a less heart-attack inducing way."
"You and I both know that I'm the light of the party!" The seance declared then circled around you, his arm hanging around your neck. "Which means, I have the responsibility to make this party fun for everyone. And~ just because it's a funeral doesn't mean it shouldn't be fun~ "
"I suppose that would make grieving a lot easier." You said rather uncertain about your response though Klaus didn't catch onto it.
"That's the spirit! Oh, by the way, have you seen Pogo?"
"I haven't, last time I checked he was in the basement…"
"Great! I'll just take a trip down memory lane while waiting for the others." He said then walked off as though he didn't make a big scene, though you doubt that he was planning to take a trip down to "memory lane".
You sat on a nearby chair and waited for the others to show up for the next 2 hours, though the interactions weren't that interesting.
"Good Morning Master Diego." You greeted the kraken with a smile just like the others though he didn't reciprocate your gesture. He just acknowledged your greeting with a nod, then went straight for the living room to loiter. As you waited for the others, you could hear knives being thrown at random directions, most likely his remedy for his boredom.
An hour later, the rumor arrived with her luggage in hand. You both exchanged pleasantries as you assisted her to her room with her luggage though she kept insisting she can carry it. But, you managed to talk her out of it, though you can tell she only felt bad because of how young you looked, despite your mental age.
ㅤㅤㅤ❲ T H E ☕ S E R V A N T ❳
Just outside the Umbrella Academy, a certain petite lady had arrived. She stared at the building before her but it felt like it was menacingly staring her down, as if warning her that it was her last chance to run away. Vanya was hesitant to enter and scared to be reunited with her siblings - adoptive siblings - who were most likely not on good terms with her after her book. However, she knew that she couldn't keep running away from them, so she took a deep breath then entered her childhood home.
Despite the fear that lingered, it subsided once she saw the interior of the house. Everything looked the same; the house felt untouched even after all the years that had passed, it was oddly comforting. Though it was most likely in Grace's programming to keep things in order that would please her father, the same could be applied to Y/N but she's mostly responsible for cleaning the yard though.
It was rather comforting that things haven't changed though it felt odd not being able to see Y/N be at the entrance to greet her. It was usually her job to greet everyone and congratulate them over the littlest of things like surviving a mission or mastering a certain skill.
Was she out to get groceries?
Vanya looked for signs of Y/N but found none. She decided to approach someone else who might know where you were. Luckily, she saw Grace by the fireplace, her attention enamored by how the fire danced and flickered.
"Hey Mom," Vanya greeted, but she didn't acknowledge the violinist's presence.
"Mom?" She repeated yet received no response.
"Vanya?" A new voice called out.
The petite girl awkwardly turned to where the voice came from and was met with her sister, Allison Hargreeves. The actress who recently got a divorce but is starring in a lot of movies like romcoms.
"You're actually here." She said in disbelief though there was a small smile present.
"Hey Allison."
"Hey Sis."
In spite of how awkward it was, both of the girls hugged it out. However, a man clad in black leather had other plans. Said man came out of where he was loitering then walked past his sisters.
"What is she doing here? You don't belong here. Not after what you did." Diego sneered at the violinist.
"You're seriously gonna do this today?" The actress asked, it was evident on her facial features that she did not want to deal with Diego's whining.
The brown-haired male didn't give her a piece of his mind but Allison was having none of it. "Way to dress for the occasion by the way."
"At least, I'm wearing black." The male in black snarked back at her and continued on with wherever he was planning to go.
"You know what, maybe he's right. I shouldn't-" Vanya muttered, as she was about to retreat back to her apartment but a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Miss Vanya, you may think that Diego is right but not all of us share the same sentiment as him. For now, let's put the feud past us and gather as a family to mourn for your father's loss." You said. Your words were comforting the uneasiness she felt, at least now she knew that two people - besides Pogo and Grace - wanted her to stay.
Once Diego's sour words were dissolved by you and Allison's overwhelming sweetness. You and the violinist were left by yourselves to explore the eccentric billionaire's house, what Vanya used to deem as her home. But, now it's a house filled with bitter memories for her.
"Miss Vanya, is it alright that I follow you around for a while?" You questioned her, the smile you wore around her over the years seemed like had no intention of being wiped off.
"Y/N, I told you to stop using honorifics around me." The petite girl reminded you, as she reciprocated your smile.
You giggle at the reminder. "It can't be helped, with how much I've been around Pogo, I just couldn't help but pick up the habit."
The brown-haired girl entered the living room with you. Her eyes wandered trying to identify if some changes were made, though she couldn't see any big difference. Unless you and Grace decided to move a decorative piece a few centimeters to the right, then she definitely would not have noticed that detail. As she surveyed the room, she couldn't help but, drift to the section of the bookshelf where her autobiography was nestled in between.
Suddenly, the advanced chimpanzee walked into the living room. A smile adorned his face when his eyes landed on the violinist whilst he adjusted his glasses.
"Welcome home Miss Vanya"
"Pogo." The brunette muttered then went to his side and hugged him.
"So good to see you." Pogo greeted but then his gaze shifted at the book that was in Vanya's hands. "Ah yes, your autobiography."
"Do you know, um…" Vanya glances down at the book hesitating to bring up the question but goes along with it anyway. "Did he ever read it?"
"Not that I am aware of."
Based on Vanya's lack of response, you could tell that she was both not surprised and disappointed. All those years of being by her side made reading her so easier. Just like the others, she was hell-bent on being recognized by their father, the only difference was that she wanted to be treated like an equal.
The petite woman then diverted her attention to the painting above the fireplace. "How long has it been since Five disappeared?"
"It's been 16 years, 4 months, and 14 days." You and Pogo said in unison, both of you shared a small smile not expecting to say it at the same time.
"Your father insisted we keep track," You stated, though you had a different reason for keeping track. You promise to yourself that once he comes back, you will redeem yourself for your past failure.
"You wanna know something stupid? I always used to leave the lights on for him. I was scared he would come back. It would be late, the house would be dark and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd leave again."
"So, every night me and Y/N make a little snack and make sure all the lights are on." The violinist recalled, a small smile on her face as she reminisced how you helped her at night making sandwiches and turning on all the lights at night though, Pogo did nag you both at one point for wasting electricity, so you guys had to revert to using lanterns.
"Oh, I remember your snacks. I'm pretty sure I stepped on half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches." The formal chimpanzee chuckled. While you tried your best to suppress your laughter, as you remembered the night you witnessed Pogo slipped on one of the marshmallow sandwiches.
"Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He never lost hope." The advanced chimpanzee reassured Vanya that the day of his return would come.
"And look where that got him." The brunette pessimistically said.
Spaceboy ordered you, Pogo, and Grace to gather the others in the living room. You and Pogo didn't waste any time and made sure everyone was in the place where Luther requested them all to be. Grace even hastened her usual pace to make snacks for everyone to munch on.
The numbers of the Umbrella Academy were all gathered in the living room. Although there were only a handful of people in the room, no words were exchanged. The only thing that was audible was the fire crackling, and the sound of Klaus concocting himself's special poison - an alcoholic beverage - from the bar.
"I guess we should get this started," The ape-hybrid-man stood up then suggested. "So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot."
"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison raised the question, surprised that this never went under her radar.
"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther added but everyone else was dumbfounded by the new information.
"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus asked as he brought his drink to where everyone else was at. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."
"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."
"I agree with Master Luther, please put that out Mr. Klaus, the smell is unpleasant and it takes a while to ventilate the house. I recommend you smoke outside if you're hell-bent on letting off steam though." You suggested to the seance as you stood behind his slouching figure, which made him jump, have you been behind him since the very beginning? He didn't see nor hear your footsteps.
"Is that my skirt?" Allison raised a brow at her brother's fashion choice.
"What?" The brown-haired male looked down at the bottom part of his outfit then smiled. "Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits."
"Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" The ape-man said calmly, gaining everyone's attention simultaneously because they knew something was about to implode.
"Like what?"
"Like the way he died."
"And here we go." Diego muttered as he rolled his eyes at Luther.
Based on his words, you knew that Diego thought that Luther was being overdramatic but you thought otherwise, after all you were an accomplice. You knew where this was going, you can only hope they would go for the bait but, you highly doubt it knowing how they are not coordinated with one another. Though, there was a slim chance they would work together, it was slim but it was better than holding onto nothing.
Vanya's brows were knitted together in confusion. "I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack."
"Yeah, according to the coroner." Spaceboy emphasizes 'the coroner' as though they weren't reliable. If anything, they were more reliable than the paparazzi.
"Well, wouldn't they know?"
"Theoretically."
"Theoretically?" Vanya repeated, not following through with where Luther was going with. To be fair, she was not alone, everyone was as confused as her.
"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange."
" Kudos to Mr. Hargreeves for tricking Luther into believing him. Though, I shouldn't be surprised considering how he becomes gullible when it comes to Mr. Monocle." You mused as you played with the ends of your hair, giving away to the others that you were deep in thought.
Diego will not say it but he's had his eye on you since this meeting has started. He didn't understand why you were taking everything to heart. You were never the type to be serious unless told to be. This 'meeting' wasn't even serious, it was all bullshit. Which made him think, what were you thinking?
"Oh, quelle surprise!" Klaus gurgled through his drink.
"Strange how?"
"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust." The dark blonde-haired male reasoned but no one was buying his words.
"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles." The Kraken angrily retorted.
"No, He must have known something was going to happen." Luther turned his attention to Klaus "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad."
"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, 'Dad, could you just… stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?'. " The Seance exclaimed with jazz hands.
"Plus, I'm not in the right… frame of mind." The brown-haired male added.
"You're high?" Allison said in disbelief.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Klaus laughed as he confirmed her statement.
"I mean, how are you not? Listening to this nonsense?"
"Well, sober up, this is important." Luther ordered him, to which Klaus reluctantly sighed, knowing he didn't have much of a choice.
"Then there's the issue of the missing monocle." The ape hybrid added to his conspiracy. Even though it was silent, you could hear the others internally groaning as more words came out of his mouth.
"Y/N, while you were cleaning up Dad's room, was the monocle still there?"
"Last night I wasn't assigned to give him medicine, it was Mrs. Grace's turn. So I can't be too sure if he wore the monocle. Though the crime scene cleaners and investigators did let me know that they made sure to keep everything in the same spot." You reported, as your thinking pose shifted into your default one.
"Make sure to check the cameras around the time they were cleaning." He commanded, you bowed in return to confirm you will do as he says.
"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego barked as he stood up, nearing Luther's figure.
This was only an assumption but you could tell that Diego was catching onto where Luther was going with. If a fight were to break out, you had to make sure to pin down Diego first before any damage could be done.
"Exactly," Spaceboy agreed then added. "It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Oh isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed Dad." Diego hissed followed by him glaring at the person who was supposed to lead the Umbrella Academy, instead of retorting back his’ brother’s accusation, Luther went silent.
"You do?!" Klaus exclaimed in disbelief.
"How could you think that?" Vanya questioned.
"Great job, Luther. Way to lead." The Kraken angrily stated as he started to walk away from Luther's shit show - his words not yours.
"That's not what I'm saying." The dark blond-haired male tried to explain but he was cut off.
"You're crazy, man. You're crazy. Crazy."
"I'm not finished!"
"Ok well, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder Mom, I'll be right back."
"That's not what Mr. Luther was saying." You tried to butt in only to be ignored.
"I didn't-" Luther sighed, finally reading into the idea that it was pointless to reason anymore.
"Allison," Luther called out "The Rumor" but she walked away from him. "Jeez…"
"That went well…" He muttered to himself, not realizing there was still another person left behind.
"Master Luther, might I suggest something regarding your endeavor to uncover this mysterious monocle thief?"
"Y/N I appreciate the help but, I think I need time for myself now…" Spaceboy breathed through his nose.
"I understand, I will let you be after this but, you have to keep in mind that whilst investigating you must broaden your scope, especially your list of suspects." You dropped a huge hint, just like the Monocle told you to do so.
"Au revoir." You said, leaving Number 1 by himself, like the lonely number he was.
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16 years ago is the day Umbrella Academy debuted. There's a robbery at Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth, this was Umbrella Academy's first mission so the numbers were dispatched to resolve the issue however, you and Vanya were exempted from it so you were both forced to stay by Mr. Reginald Hargreeves' side.
The eccentric billionaire brought out his small hand held telescope and pointed it to where the mission was taking place. From a distance, you could barely tell what was going on but, you weren't worried for them. The thieves can't compare to the umbrella academy's strength, so you knew you had nothing to worry about because they could handle themselves. However, someone else was bothered by the thought of being left out.
"Why can't I go play with the others?" The young violinist questioned, her eyes longingly staring at her family who were having 'fun' without her.
"We've been through this before, Number Seven," Mr. Hargreeves paused as he lowered his telescope. "I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you."
"Oh."
Silence reigned the atmosphere even after the Monocle left you both to your own devices. At the moment, he was being interviewed by the press. With plenty of time and privacy in your hands, you try to cheer up Vanya but she is still looking over at the others.
"Personally, I think your special Vanya. Mr. Monocle has kept you by his side for a long time now, despite having no powers, so there has to be a reason behind it." You tried comforting her.
Vanya exhaled as her gaze descended down to her feet. "He only keeps me by his side because he knows he can't throw me away."
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The song 'I think we're alone now' played, Luther usually played that song whenever the Monocle left the house. As the song's lyrics went from one ear to another, you couldn't help but recall the days of the other numbers dancing to the song with their own dance moves that each expressed themselves as a person. The thought of it made you smile as you busied yourself helping Miss Grace around the house.
As you were smiling and humming to yourself the song that Luther played, your attention was suddenly taken away by the sound of thunder rumbling, followed by blue light flashing from the outside, and the sound of all the metal objects being thrown towards the wall. Just like everyone else, you went outside to check what was going on, only to find a blue ball of energy appearing in the middle of the backyard, accompanied by the wind howling in its presence.
"What is it?" The violinist questioned, increasing her volume a little so everyone could hear her.
"Don't get too close!" Allison said worried for both of your safety, with a hand on both you and Vanya's shoulder to stop you guys from doing anything stupid.
"Yeah, no shit." The Kraken shot back.
"Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly." Luther paused as he tried to analyze it again then added. "Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two."
"Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan."
"Out of the way!" Klaus shoved the bigger man with a fire extinguisher in hand.
"What are you-"
The seance sprayed the fire extinguisher towards the strange blue ball but, his attempt didn't work so he decided to throw it towards the hole thinking it would work yet, nothing happened.
"What is that gonna do?" The rumor gave her brother - the rarely sober one - a questioning look.
Klaus shrugged. "I don't know! Do you have a better idea?"
Electricity around the blue ball crackled as the wind howling became stronger, as an image of a person in the blue ball became more visible. It seemed like the person was attempting to cross through the portal, which alarmed Luther and Diego.
"Who, whoa, whoa. Everyone, get behind me." The ape hybrid man stepped up and used his larger frame as a shield for everyone.
"Yeah, get behind us." Diego added as his smaller but well built frame shield you and Klaus.
"Well, I vote for running, c'mon!" The lanky man shouted trying to drag you back into the house but you stood your ground and swatted his hand away.
Everyone is rooted to the ground, their eyes staring right at the portal. As the mysterious person started to become younger and smaller - though you felt like your eyes were deceiving you - then said person fell out. As the portal faded, everyone began to approach the person that came from the portal. The young brown haired male gathered his footing, his clothes larger than his frame, his mere presence left everyone flabbergasted.
"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?" Klaus asked out loud.
Klaus' question prompted Five to look down and realize he was back to his 15nth year old self, "Shit."
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At the moment, everyone was trying to process the bizarre specimen before them. Said specimen was not doing anything weird, if anything Five was just prepping his ingredients and materials to make marshmallow sandwiches. Though the others were staring at him as though he was an apparition that the seance had successfully resurrected in one go.
The younger male could feel their inquisitive stares, instead he chose to sigh and raise a question. "What's the date? The exact date."
"The 24th," The petite woman replied, her confusion still apparent on her facial features.
"Of what?"
"March."
"Good." He said and continued on like nothing happened.
Everyone stared at the younger male as though he was out of place. Truth be told, he is out of place among them but from an outside perspective he would easily be deemed as the younger brother. Whilst you, on the other hand, had stopped functioning. You refused to believe that Mr. Hargreeves knew that Five would return the moment he would die.
"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asked yet he was ignored by the boy silently making his marshmallow sandwiches.
Noticing his “younger” brother’s neglect, the larger male abruptly stands up. "It's been 16 years."
Five scoffed at the other male's statement, then teleported to the shelf behind Luther. "It's been a lot longer than that."
"I haven't missed that." Spaceboy murmured though you couldn’t tell if he was referring to Five’s attitude or how he loosely uses his powers.
"Where'd you go?" Diego questioned.
"The future. It's shit, by the way." The younger male teleported back to the table once he got what he was looking for.
"Called it!" Klaus exclaimed happily.
"I should've listened to the old man," Five grumbled as he teleported to the fridge and opened it. "You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice."
The brown-haired male blinked back to the table and paused, then examined Klaus' outfit. "Nice dress."
"Oh, well, danke !" The seance accepted his - physically - younger brother's compliment.
"Wait, how did you get back?" The violinist inquired.
"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time." Five explained but his answer left them with more questions and more confusion.
"That makes no sense." Diego replied, which he will grow to regret later.
"Well, it would if you were smarter." The younger male retorted. To which the kraken took offense, as he abruptly stood up and tried to tackle Five but Luther blocked him with his arm.
"If you are that desperate to understand, ask someone to translate it for you in simpler terms. If you want to ask who could possibly condense it down to your level of intelligence then, I suggest you ask the other 15 year old in the room." The younger brown-haired male sarcastically recommended as he side glanced at you.
Everyone followed his gaze which resulted in everyone's attention on you, which made you freeze up, not expecting to be acknowledged out of the blue. "Well… From what I understood, Master Five miscalculated during his time travel, because of the miscalculation he was only able to project his consciousness and not his physical form at the time. And, since his physical form didn't develop during this period, he was forced to manifest in his 15 year old body. Am I correct Master Five?"
"Close enough." Five confirmed though there was a slight error in your explanation but he does not want to go into tangent about it because he knew that it would be pointless and he would start deviating from the main topic.
"How long were you there?" Luther asked.
"31 years, Give or take."
Simultaneously, Diego and Luther sat down. You raised a brow at this, complemented with an amused look on your face. Although neither would admit it, they both shared the same brain cell most of the time and it was hilarious.
"What are you saying? That you're 46?" The ape hybrid inquired, his tone giving away his disbelief.
"No, my consciousness is 46. Apparently, my body is now 15 again." The younger male corrected the larger male.
"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya raised one of her brows yet she was ignored.
"Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh." Five looks out the window, his back facing his siblings as he eats the sandwich, then he faces his siblings. "Bet she's laughing now."
"Delores?" The violinist's question was ignored once again as his gaze was fixated on the newspaper.
"Guess I missed the funeral."
"How'd you know about that?" The ape hybrid man asked.
Five rolled his eyes at Spaceboy's question. "What part of the future do you not understand?"
The younger male read the paper's headline then asked. "Heart failure, huh?"
"Yeah."
"No."
Five clicked his tongue. "Nice to see nothing's changed."
"Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?" Allison grunted, confused by his stunt.
"What else is there to say? The circle of life." The boy commented as he left, just like how he left to get milk 16 years ago.
"Well… That was interesting." Luther stated as silence settled among them.
Once the abrupt family reunion ended, everyone left the kitchen to prepare themselves for the funeral. On the other hand, the servants of the Hargreeves household were busy tending to their tasks while helping the others. As you finished your chores, Pogo did not hesitate to switch shifts with you in monitoring the CCTVs, though as you were monitoring it. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of Five, his mere existence boggled you. It didn’t help that you kept replaying what Mr. Hargreeves said to you.
"I know he will come back but, you are free to call my statement a hunch if it helps you sleep at night." It still felt unnerving that he knew and it even felt more unnerving seeing the real deal before your eyes.
Although you were in a dazed state, your mind didn’t completely block out the noise from the physical world. When you heard pitter-patter hitting the window, you shifted your gaze to the outside and noticed the change of weather. People say that whenever the sky darkens and the rain occurs at a funeral, it means the angels are mourning because one of God’s children died. While others say it’s both an inconvinience and a coincidence. Truth be told, the rain did fit the atmosphere for mourning, though the children of the Monocle would say otherwise.
As you were monitoring the CCTVs, Pogo called over everyone to prepare themselves for the funeral. In spite of the rain, you all still went along with the funeral. Everyone brought an umbrella with them, except Luther and Diego. The atmosphere was serious but someone disrupted the mourning.
"Did something happen?" The robot asked with a smile which caught Everyone’s stares.
"Dad died. Remember?" Allison reminded her.
Grace’s smile faltered at the statement. "Oh. Yes, of course."
"Is mom okay?” The Rumor asked concerningly.
"Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.” Diego reassured them, the others doubted his words but went along with it anyway.
"Whenever you are ready dear boy." Pogo signaled. To which, Luther stared at the vase and took a few steps before opening the lid, instead of gracefully dancing with the wind, the ashes of the old man fell out.
"Probably would have been better with some wind." The larger man remarked.
"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo brought up but everyone went silent.
"Very well," Pogo adjusts "In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master… and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy-"
"He was a monster." Diego interrupted, despite the horror that was ridden in the other’s faces, Klaus was laughing as more words came out of his brother’s mouth. "He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him,"
"Diego." Allison called out.
"My name is Number Two." He corrected her then added. "You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had mom do it."
"Would anyone like something to eat?" Grace interrupted once again.
"Ms. Grace, that won't be necessary." You shut her down.
"Oh, okay."
"Look, you wanna pay respects?" Diego spits on the dust then gestured at it as he spoke. "Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was."
"You should stop talking now." Luther warned Number Two as he took small steps towards the smaller male.
Diego shifted his gaze towards Luther. "You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."
"I am warning you."
"After everything he did to you?" Diego slowly walked towards Spaceboy.
"He had to ship you a million miles away-" The latino went right up at his face and glared at the larger male.
"Diego, stop talking."
"-That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" Diego harshly pointed his finger towards Luther's chest.
Luther grabbed Diego's hand then performed a right hook to go for Diego’s head but he dodged it, followed by a left hook to which Diego swiftly dodged as well. Both numbers grunted with each fist they threw and dodged.
"Boys, stop this at once!" The advanced chimpanzees' words fell into deaf ears as both males went on with their fist fight. You were about to intervene but, Five grabbed your wrist.
"Their grown men, not children, let them handle this on their own." Five advised you. You knew it was not a direct order but, his words made you hesitant. Against your will, you stayed by his side.
Luther slammed his arm onto Diego which caused him to stagger back but, he managed to tank it and wore a smug look. The latino then taunted the larger man, "Come on, Big boy."
Luther jabbed but missed, Diego punched him in the gut, as Spaceboy was hunched back Diego drummed the larger man's back.
"Stop it!" The violinist screamed yet no one heed her words.
"Hit him! Hit him!" Klaus egged on.
Luther did a left hook but Diego countered it. Seeing that no one was going to listen to Pogo, he sighed and scoffed as he leaves the children by themselves.
Number One grabbed Diego's collar and threw him near Ben's statue. When the latino was on his knees, Luther tried to punch him but, Diego kneed his stomach. The clad in black tried to kick Luther again but Luther pushed him. Before he could apply more force, Diego turned the tables.
"Get off me!" Diego shouted.
Luther tried to slam his arm but, Diego was quick to dodge with a complimentary punch. Both were now panting and staggering, barely on their feet. Everyone’s eyes were on the fight but you had your eyes on Diego’s distance. He was dangerously near Ben's statue.
"I don't have time for this." Five muttered then return inside.
"Come here, big boy!" Diego taunted once again.
Luther ran towards him and sent a punch towards his direction but due to Luther being slow, Diego was able to dodge it. Ben's statue instead became the victim of Luther's wrath.
"Oh…" Klaus’ face shifted to shock as he witnessed Ben’s downfall… twice if you count the statue as Ben’s replacement.
"And there goes Ben's statue." Allison said under her breath then begins to walk away from the fight.
Out of nowhere, Diego brought out one of his knives.
"Diego, no!" You and Vanya shouted in unison.
Before you could run and tackle the Kraken, he already threw the knife toward Luther’s direction. Luckily, Luther's arm only got scraped. Even though you failed to protect him, you quickly rushed to his side as he frantically pants. He hurriedly covered up the wound and retreated to the house, to which you followed.
Once you were finished with helping Luther, you were quick to go downstairs and check on Five. You already lost him once, you don’t want to lose him under your guard again. On your way there, you passed by Allison who seemed relieved seeing you.
"How's Luther?" She asked, concern evident in her eyes.
"Master Luther's fine, luckily the wound was not deep and it merely grazed him. Though, I hope that next time he does not easily get reeled in by Diego's taunting." You said wishfully even though you were aware that was not bound to happen considering their track record over the years.
"I doubt that. After all, boys will be boys." The rumor’s statement made you smile since there was some truth to it. Although you all had been apart for years, the others didn’t change, they were still the same people you grew up with. Hopefully nothing could change that.
As both of you arrive at the kitchen, you guys witness that Five is looking for something, whilst Klaus was on the table loitering and doing his own thing. You didn’t think much about the number of people until Allison raised a question "Where's Vanya?"
"Oh, she's gone." Klaus replied.
Out of instinct, you were about to go and leave the kitchen to look for the violinist but then, you remembered your original objective and stayed in the kitchen instead and just mentally said sorry to Vanya.
"That's unfortunate." Five said as he slammed the refrigerator closed.
"Yeah." Allison was taken aback by Five’s statement, especially knowing the type of person he usually puts up front, until he added on. "An entire square block. 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms but no, not a single drop of coffee."
"Mr. Hargreeves hated caffeine." You reminded him but he glared at you to silence you, which worked.
"Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us." Klaus remarked with a laugh.
"I'm taking the car." The younger male was about to blink to where the cars were parked until you interrupted him. "Master Five, where are you going?"
"To get a decent cup of coffee." He hissed at you with venom.
Truth be told, you didn’t understand why he would need to go outside, he could have just asked you to buy coffee for him or you make one for him instead. Though you supposed that would take longer than he would like, and knowing his patience and unspoken dislike of you, he would not appreciate the time you took.
"Do you even know how to drive?" Allison questioned which only caused his furrow brows to become more prominent.
"I know how to do everything."
As Five was about to teleport away, you grabbed him by the wrist before he could blink away.
"May I come with you?"
"I'm 46 years old, I don't need a babysitter." He hissed, clearly hating the idea of being babysat by you.
"Master Five, I'm not coming with you to babysit you, I'm coming with you because I need to monitor you in case you are feeling the side effects of time travel." You tried to reason, though you admit that reasoning was rather flimsy.
"That's the same thing as babysitting but as a shitty excuse!"
You sighed, thinking you failed but, as you were about to let go of his wrist, he grabbed yours instead. His lips near your ear, as he carefully whispered "I'm only letting you come with so someone can catch me up-to-date."
His voice and the distance between both of your bodies made the gears in your head pause, followed by embarrassment flushing your face. Before you could even respond, Five randomly teleported you both to the garage. For a moment, your mouth was left ajar but, you were able to register the boy's silent gesture to enter the car, to which you followed.
Throughout the whole ride, it was silent until Five spoke, "Did you want out of that shit hole so bad that you were willing to go out with me?"
"No, Mr. Hargreeves wanted me to monitor you once you returned." You lied well it was a half lie but, it was true you wanted to monitor him and something about him was bothering you.
"Even on his deathbed you can't even catch a break. Though, I should expect that from you." The boy huffed passive aggressively, which made you feel awful, why did he hate you so much?
"Before his death, did he ever say anything? Like wanting to reassemble the Umbrella Academy?" The boy in school shorts asked promptly, to which you found yourself hurriedly creating a lie.
"The Monocle did say he had plans on reassembling the academy but he never got to do so..."
From then on, the whole car ride was silent as you guys arrived in front of a donut shop named "Griddy's Doughnut". It was rather retro looking - at least based on what you have heard from books - despite it being past the 2010s, they didn't renovate the building into a more modern look. Which you found yourself questioning if they were short on budget or not…
You walked behind Five as a precautionary measure then entered the building. As the counter came to view, the physically younger male approached it then, rang the bell twice, you both sat down silently as a another customer entered the building. The man took in a deep breath as he took a seat. Once the sound of the bell ringing finally alerted the waitress, the sound of clattering ceramics were cut short followed by her entering the counter.
Waitress chuckled as she wiped her hands clean, "Sorry, the sink was clogged."
You awkwardly smiled at her, silently understanding her pain. Then she took out her notepad and pen from her apron. "So, what'll it be?"
"Uh, give me a chocolate éclair."
"Mm-hmm. Sure."
"Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?" She said with a smile which made you internally cringe for her, you felt like you already knew what was going to come out from Five's mouth.
Five scoffs then says, "This kid wants coffee. Black."
That was surprisingly milder than you expected but, you were relieved that the donut lady was spared from Five's mouth.
Waitress paused, her mouth agape but quickly tightened as she then turns to the man beside Five, "Cute kid." She chuckled.
In turn, Five forced a smile which only worsened the uneasiness you and the donut lady felt. To divert her attention, You coughed and smiled at her. "I'll just have a glass of water."
"Okay." Her body language more at eased with you, the waitress then began to prep for your orders.
Five sighs, "Don't remember this place being such a shit hole. I used to come here as a kid, used to sneak out with my siblings and eat donuts till we puked."
Your eyes widen at his admission, they snuck out without you? Even Vanya? Were you that untrustworthy that they had to hide it from you?
"Simpler times, huh?" Five mused.
"Eh." The older man looked puzzled but, played along, "I suppose."
Waitress cleared her throat as she placed everyone's orders in front of us, "Here."
Five nudged you with his elbow and motioned for you to pay the bill. You pat your skirt's pockets to look for your wallet but, the other man interrupts your search.
"I got theirs."
"Thank you sir." You thanked him with a small smile, to which he returned.
As you took small sips, everyone did their own thing. Your eyes busy wandering about the building, looking for something that would be useful in a certain scenario, like how the broom could be used as a substitute for a wooden staff, a plate as a distraction, and a butterknife for stabbing.
Five glanced at the other customer's vest then strikes up a conversation with him. "You must know your way around the city."
"I hope so, I've been driving for 20 years."
"Good, I need an address."
Five asks for an address for the place he is looking for and the man jots it down on a napkin then leaves once he's finished. The boy then carefully folds the napkin and stuffs it in his blazer's one of many hidden pockets.
As the brown haired boy was about to drink his coffee, he heard the door swing open then notices the reflection of the newcomer - rather newcomers - from the bell, all of them were wearing combat gear which meant one thing...
"Hmm. That was fast."
You glanced at him, confused by what was happening and how Five knew these people.
"I thought I'd have more time before they found me." His answer did not suffice your curiosity.
"Okay. So, let's all be professional about this, yeah?" One of the masked men proposed but the boy beside you had other plans.
Five placed a hand on your thigh then began to do Morse code of 'SOS' to notify you are both in danger. At first you were in high alert, ready to take out your retractable staff but, the boy followed up his secret message with 'I can handle it'. You were not at ease by his answer, not one bit.
"On your feet and come with us. They want to talk." The leader of the masked men demanded as he used his firearm to gesture for Five to go down on his knees.
"I've got nothing to say." Five said so breezily and arrogance which bothered you even more, is this how he handles live hostages?
"It doesn't have to go this way. You think I want to shoot a kid? Go home with that on my conscience?"
"Well, I wouldn't worry about that…" Five turns to the person who had his firearm pointed towards Five's head. "You won't be going home."
Five retreats his hand from your thigh then grabs a butterknife and teleports behind the group leader and stabbed his neck. Then he quickly disappears, while they were distracted by their dead comrade, he reappeared by your side and teleported you behind the counter. Against your will, you peeked and watched him do his work.
He blinked then reappeared on top of a counter, with a very relaxed pose with a smug look on his face. "Hey, assholes!"
You did not like the fact that he looked like he was enjoying this.
The gunmen were shooting at where the voice came from but, he disappeared, leaving the men to shoot up the place and leave it in ruins. The boy in school shorts reappeared at the front door then knocks on it to get their attention, as they ready their firearms to shoot at him. He mockingly salutes then vanishes once again.
You didn't want to be useless so you took a nearby mop and broke it then, stabbed one of the gunmen using the broken half. Before one of the nearest attacker could shoot a bullet through your skull, Five quickly untied his necktie then choked him.
As he was busy, you threw a plate towards a thug's head to distract him and the others. Whilst Five grabbed a pencil then stabbed one of the gunmen that was about to try and tower his smaller figure.
The last two thugs were about to charge their guns at you but, Five ran to your side and blinked away with you in his arms, as the idiots shot themselves. As silence finally settled in, he reappeared to the masked man he was choking earlier and retrieved his necktie.
As you were examining the donut shop, you noticed one of the gunmen is still alive so you approached him then snapped his neck to end his misery. As you left his side, he noticed that one of the men after him dropped a tracking device, which explained how they found him so quickly.
The brown haired boy asked you to use one of the assassin's knife to cut open his arm and dig into his arm to remove the tracking device. Once you were both done, you guys left the building and dropped the tracking device in a nearby puddle then left as if nothing happened.
Five and you made your way to Vanya's apartment, well it was mostly you leading the way since you were the one who memorized the way there. Instead of loitering outside Vanya's apartment like a normal person, Five had other ideas. Without a word he grabbed your wrist and teleported you guys into the violinist's apartment.
Suddenly, the door clicked and the doorknob turned, which Five took as his cue to turn on the light, which made Vanya jump on her heels. Although you knew it was not an appropriate time, you smiled and waved at Vanya nonetheless. You were just glad she came home safe.
"Jesus!" She jumped, a hand on where her heart is supposed to be.
"You should have locks on your windows." Five suggested.
"I live on the second floor."
"Rapists can climb."
You tried to stop yourself from chuckling at his statement, knowing it was a serious conversation and He probably would not appreciate your response.
"You are so weird." The petite girl mumbled as she sat beside you then, began checking on both of you guys. Based on how her eyes widened, you could tell she noticed there were some specks of blood on both of your clothes.
"What happened?" Vanya's worry evident on her facial features.
"It's nothing." Five dismissed but the violinist's lingering gaze never left the specks of blood on his collar.
"Why are you both here?" Vanya asserted.
"I've decided you two are the only ones I can trust." Both girls in the room raised their brows at Five, this type of situation was rare and rather odd.
"Why me?"
"Because you're ordinary."
You glared at Five and stepped on his foot, to which he rolled his eyes at. He forgot you were very protective of Vanya.
"Because you'll listen." He corrected himself though the petite girl had his doubts.
"Miss Vanya, is it alright if we use your first aid kit? We weren't able to pass by a pharmacy on the way here and I'd like to disinfect and treat Master Five's cut." You asked and she went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit then gave it to you. As the servant, you did your task like always, which is to aid with the numbers wounds.
"When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future. Do you know what I found?" The brown haired boy asked.
"No."
"Nothing… Absolutely nothing."
You paused from tending with his wounds and checked if he was telling the truth, he was dead serious.
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The world lay in ruins, a wasteland of rubble and debris. What was once bustling cities and towns were now piles of twisted metal and broken concrete. The streets were empty, save for the occasional scavenger picking through the remains of what was once a home or a business. The air was thick with dust and smoke, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. It was a world of silence, save for the occasional sound of rubble shifting or the distant echoes of a once-great civilization now reduced to rubble and fire.
Five stood amongst the rubble devastated by what the future had become. It was now a world of despair, a place where hope had been lost and the future was uncertain.
"As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive."
Five walked then found a newspaper and read the title.
"I never figured out what killed the human race, but… I did find something else."
"The date it happens."
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"The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it." He said, his words were soft but it was enough to cause your heart to tremble in fear. Both you and Vanya had shocked engraved onto your faces, still processing what you guys heard.
Knowing this sounded like it was going to be a long night, you turned to the girl next to you and asked, "Miss Vanya if it's alright, may I put on a pot of coffee?"
Vanya nodded wordlessly, as she agreed this was going to be a long night for everyone else.
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🖤Eclipse Viewing with Mr. Villain 🖤
🌑🌕 When you alert him about it, he's unphased because he pretty much sees these things multiple times on his planet, but he agrees to see it with you because he finds it adorable that you're excited
🌑🌕 He buys snacks for the occasion, a mixture of your faves and a couple of panda themed ones for himself
🌑🌕 He wants you to have the best view, so he researches the most secluded, perfect spot (he even researched during work too)
🌑🌕 The day comes and he takes you to the spot, only to find it's cloudy. He's not too happy about Earth's unpredictable weather
🌑🌕 After nearly destroying the cliff you're both on, the clouds part and it's half way to totality! You'll be able to see it after all
🌑🌕 10 minutes until totality, and he's handing you various snack and drink items when you need it
🌑🌕 2 minutes before, he pulls you closer to him because the temperature has dropped a little. It's not you that's cold, he's cold.
🌑🌕 A few seconds before totality, you start to ramble about how pretty it is (with protective glasses provided for the both of you) when the sun is completely covered and the sky is dark....
🌑🌕 Mr.V decides to turn your attention to him, and kiss you. Just a small peck that leaves you with surprise. "Humans are so enamored by the smallest of things..."
🌑🌕 He promises you that there will be more ecplises he can show you before the next one on Earth and they're far more beautiful from his experience.
����🌕 After the sky is back to normal, you both return home and take a nap on the couch for the day. He got a bit cold because of the lack of sunlight, so he just wants your warmth on him for now.
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Wanna know something twisted?
In the modern Scroogeverse (@rom-e-o and also Sims-- always assume modern is also Sims unless otherwise stated) one of the classic punishments Bea would give Bess for anything and nothing was making Bess watch horror movies. Alone. In the dark. All the way through. When Bess accidentally tore a hole in her new shirt as a four-year-old, Bea sat Bess in front of 'Chucky' and made her watch. If Bess tried to run away from it, Bea hauled her back in and started the movie completely over. This would keep happening until Bess finally learned she had to sit there the entire time and watch before the punishment was over. Poor baby couldn't sleep for weeks and had nightmares for... well, she still has nightmares sometimes even in the present day.
The day Bess met George was the same thing: As punishment for running off and getting filthy, Bea made her watch 'Alien'. Bess was six years old, mind you.
Bess was also punished with movies such as 'The Exorcist', 'The Blair Witch Project', 'The Shining', 'Silence of the Lambs', 'Hannibal', 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre', 'Night of the Living Dead' and 'Dawn of the Dead', 'It', and many others--most when she was MUCH too young to have ever been allowed to see them and others when it didn't matter that she was old enough, as she was completely traumatized by horror movie now. Thankfully this punishment stopped being quite as frequent when Bea married George, as he put his foot down when he both discovered the punishment and Bess completely disproportionate fear to all horror related things. But it still continued, because George worked a lot and long hours, sometimes travelling and staying away for weeks.
All that is to say, modern!Bess hates horror movies. She also can't watch anything paranormal related. It's not just that she gets scared--she has a complete panic attack. The only horror movies she can handle and even doesn't mind watching are 'Jaws' because it's just a little more based in natural reality (although she clings to hubby and hides her face in his chest during the opening scene and Quint's speech) and the 'Nightmare on Elm Street' series because she finds that whole idea fascinatingly creative (she still has to watch it with someone else in the room though).
Surprisingly, though, Bess is not spoiled on Halloween and actually really looks forward to it. Maybe because George was always around then and made it super fun. Maybe because however good the scary stuff is done in a haunted attraction, it just doesn't quite have the same ambiance as a horror movie. Bess would still rather have the cuter Halloween vibe as opposed to the scarier one, though. And like hell she's going through a haunted house alone.
Oh, yeah. And there is absolutely a nightlight in Ebenezer and Bess' bedroom, since Bess has an almost crippling fear of the dark because of the horror movies too. It's on a timer though and motion activated so it's not on all night. Slowly Bess is weaning off of it. The weaning was her idea, not Eb's, as he's fine with doing whatever it takes to make Bess feel comfortable and safe. He was the one that bought the nightlight, actually, without Bess even having to ask. He was never patronizing or belittling or even teasing about it either. The light is moon themed, of course.💕🌕
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Small Update!
TW/CW food depicted in pictures
🐉: Thought walking around a field and pick some flowers would make my life more aesthetic…now my allergies are acting up and smoke keeps coming out of my nose- But my outfit is amazing and my makeup is on point~ *grin* It glows in the dark! *little baby squeal* I am pretty like this for later tonight, it was a test run but the club is glow in the dark, pink and green themed! All drinks glow in the dark too I’m actually so excited~ *sighs happily* I love being a club worker~
🎧: I need to enjoy the hot summer sunny days while they still last! I’m not prepared for the cold- *smiles happily* I have a nice picnic though!~ Babe- Come join me! I have a big sun hat and sunglasses for you *giggles and holds them up* you’ll look like a judgmental aunt~ *giggles more*
💘: *squeals running around Eros’ sewing room* So! So. So- I’ve decided to shift the music I perform to more pop and Eros is making my first outfit for my first pop tour! *his wings flutter happily and extend bumping into things* it’s so cute and I’m so excited!
❣️: *finishes sewing some pieces together* Cupid be careful you’re going to knock something over- *grumbles* you still owe me that bottle of champagne
💘: I know! I know! Can I try it on soon?
❣️: Mhm! Give me a second, let me just finish this piece heart
💘: AHHHH I CANT WAIT TO SHOW PEOPLE!
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