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streaminn · 6 months

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It was not uncommon for strays to wind up on an Addams’ doorstep. In fact, while many in both the outcast and normie communities tended to give the family a wide berth, there were many still that would give to them those they could not care for. Outcasts whose gifts were not like the rest of their families or normies who carried the gene unknowingly. All those who would have been abandoned and left to fend for themselves, instead, are given into the Addams' care. Their family spans most continents and their reach extends even further.

If you know where to look, the Addams are not hard to find.

This is why when one early morning, wailing is heard on the doorstep of the Addams mansion, Morticia did not need say a word before Lurch had already gently scooped the crying bundle up and brought them into a makeshift nursery. (Morticia liked to keep at least one or two of the rooms in the mansion prepped and ready for the just in case.)

The nursery itself is plain. Simple wallpaper and nothing even remotely interesting like death traps or torture devices. The ghosts and ghouls that regularly haunt the halls and rooms know to keep away and so not even an eerie draft finds its way to flutters the tattered drapes that cover the windows .

The matriarch and grand-matriarch meet Lurch in the nursery who stands still as a statue with the still wailing swaddled infant. Only the two enter while the rest of the family wait in the hall outside the room. They know by now not to step foot inside until Grandmama has given the all clear for others to enter.

("What do you think it is?" Pugsley whispers, leaning back against the wall.

"A baby." Pubert whispers his reply from his spot near the doorway.

"Well, yeah, but what kind? A boring one or a cool one?" Pugsley asks.

"Perhaps a Siren? This one seems to have quite a pair of lungs on them." Gomez offers from his spot opposite Pubert.)

Everyone watches as Grandmama checks over the baby for any signs of injury or poor health. The grand matriarch also checks for any indication of whether this baby is an outcast. There is bated breath while she does her diagnostic until she abruptly straightens up and calls out "All clear!".

Jostling one another the boys all gather around the still crying infant. Morticia gathers the small thing into her arms and tries to soothe it but to no avail.

"Are we sure the poor thing is unharmed?" Gomez asks, tears of sympathy already forming in the corners of his eyes.

"He's as healthy as a horse!" Grandmama exclaims with a cackle, "With the lungs of a goat!"

"Maybe you were right, Dad, and it’s a baby Siren." Pugsley chimes in.

"Not a Siren. The eyes don't match." is Grandmama's reply.

"Hmm, then are they hungry or something? Mama said I'd cry and cry whenever I was hungry." Pubert offers from his spot by Morticia's elbow.

"Perhaps. Lurch, please, be a dear and prepare a bottle of normie formula. We don't want to risk feeding them something they can't quite handle." Morticia says.

"Hrng." Lurch replies.

While Lurch begins his preparations, a shadow falls near the doorway and rhythmic tapping is heard.

"Good morning, my darling Raincloud, and good morning to you, too, Thing. It would seem we will be having a guest joining us for the foreseeable future." Morticia calls out, never taking her eyes off the bundle wrapped in her arms.

The two make their way into the room and once close enough Thing makes his way from Wednesday's shoulder onto Morticia's to get a better look at their new guest. Wednesday, herself, stops a few feet away.

The baby stops crying.

All at once silence fills the room as everyone looks down at the now silent infant. Grandmama and Morticia share a look before Grandmama makes a shoo-ing gesture for the oldest to step out of the room. At once, the wailing starts back up again and when Wednesday is motioned to step back into the room and closer to the baby, once again the infant falls quiet.

The elder members of the family are well aware of what this spells out but fear the reaction from the eldest should they verbalize it. Looks are shared as they silently try to figure out what to do.

Wednesday quietly steps closer until she is standing next to her mother. The baby still has its eyes closed but he also begins squirming. It’s almost as if he can sense her presence nearby. There is a moment where tension builds within the room. Morticia does not want to force anything onto her oldest, but it is clear to everyone that this infant at the very least feels comforted by Wednesday's presence.

Wordlessly, Wednesday opens her arms to take the swaddled infant from her mother. She hasn't held a baby since Pubert but here she was now. Morticia carefully transfers the baby into Wednesday's arms and her heart melts as she watches this baby free one arm and blindly reach for her daughter. She worries for a moment that the contact might trigger a vision but all she sees in her daughter's face is a warmth that has been absent for some time.

It is decided without speaking that they will be keeping this stray.

The rest of the day is spent rearranging furniture and with Wednesday's blessing adjusting the layout of her room to accommodate the new addition to the family. Morticia knows that Wednesday is no stranger to caring for an infant. She helped just as much as Gomez and Lurch with the care of Pubert when he was born.

Still, she quietly discusses with Grandmama about what all they will need to do and teach. Better to be prepared than caught unaware.

While the boys and Thing do all the heavy lifting and the matriarchs do their planning, Wednesday sits curled on a recliner in the living room with the newest Addams cradled in her arms. For all the words in her arsenal, she cannot describe what draws her to this fragile creature. She supposes that it does not matter in the end. An Addams is an Addams, be they born or made.

The swaddled babe that she holds has nothing to indicate where they've come from or why. There also isn't any immediate indication if this is a normie baby or an outcast one. Wednesday supposes that they will find out in due time. She takes the bottle Lurch had left with her and gently brings it to the little one's lips. Without hesitation, they latch on and begin suckling from the bottle.

There is some relief there as that means there are no injuries that would've distracted the baby from wanting to eat. Wednesday sits and watches as they drink every ounce of formula.

Idly she thinks to herself that they'll need a name for the baby. She would prefer to wait until they know the sex and species in order to try and give a name that would allow them to still maintain a connection with whatever culture they may belong to.

Though her family accepts all into their home and lives, they like those who were not born into the family to maintain some connection to their original culture and species in case they ever wish to rejoin them. They would always be considered an Addams and welcomed with open arms, but they understood that sometimes that initial decision to join them was not made by them but on their behalf.

For this reason, Wednesday would hold off on name ideas but this did not mean they were not already hers.

She is still young, she knows. Barely in her twenty-fifth year, and yet. She knows that this child is meant for her. Perhaps there is a force out there that has seen fit to end her self-isolation. Either way, she knows that she will love this child like her own.

Every ounce of love that she has kept hidden, pushed down, and locked away will be set free and poured into their growth.

Popping back in with an update. Had been MIA cause of working two jobs pretty much back to back the last couple of months but finally got my financials to a spot where I can manage with just the one. Missed quite a bit it seems while I was gone but I look forward to catching up.

(Fun Fact: This chapter takes place before the one where Pubert starts at Nevermore)

whuh

im lost, if it weren't for the fun fact i would've FULLY thought enid just yeeted her child at wednesday 😭

but god, i love the way wednesday got so soft with the kid, that's adorable. Reminds me that Wednesday's og concept was an odd kid yes, but still full of love regardless

#froggy #writing #au thoughts

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penname-artist · 2 years

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Cars on the Road - Some Thoughts

Saw a bunch of people leaving their thoughts about the trailer sooo I figured I would do the same, I have some stuff that I want to discuss.

Easily the first thing that hit me about the series upon the drop of its trailer is the QUALITY. They outdid their first film with a television series, that is insane! They look fluid and smooth, their lighting and reflections are amazing, and they truly spare no detail in making every last one of these characters fluid and expressive. Pixar you animation gods, you’ve done it again. 13/10, I hope these animators did not hurt themselves trying to design this series.

Okay okay now I want to talk about the thing that had me most interested. Can we talk about the GHOST CARS please???

I will not lie to you, this section of these ghost cars coming to life, and dancing with McQueen in this big room is just, the coolest shit here, I am so psyched for this part of the series. And I’ve got so many questions! Is this Cars haunted mansion, are we going to see elements from the Haunted Mansion ride in Disney put onto this presumed hotel? How did all of these ghost cars come to haunt this place? How did they DIE?

Fanfic wise this could open up a whole new ballgame of things, such as Lightning trying to cope with seeing this after Doc’s passing (if any of you guys have the taste for some strong angst). And on the...*cough* less PG-13 rated side of the spectrum, car possession is now available to be played with as friskily as dared. I’ve already got friends screaming at me not to do it and I legit just might only for shits and giggles. XD

There’s a few things that kinda concern me, too, at least from what we see in the trailer. Here’s just what I’ve asked since I’ve watched it, uh like...like five times-

-Where are so many characters, including and not limited to Mack, Cruz, all the dudes from Rust-eze, all the other racers, and literally anyone from Cars 2??

-Why exactly are Lightning and Mater going on this road trip alone? Is Mack missing because he’s doing something else somewhere? Or Lightning decided that it was going to be a more relaxing and interesting trip if it wasn’t in a trailer the whole time? We know this is Mater’s trip mainly since he’s going to see his sister for her wedding but wouldn’t Lightning want to be the helpful friend and offer a faster ride if they needed it?

(also very important side note, I am so happy that this series is going to be a COMBO and not more Mater’s Tall Tales. Lightning is himself, and he’s being allowed to be kinda open and bubbly and excited to be on this trip with Mater as a team, not just him getting roped into every weird adventure by force and being confused about it. He has a natural desire to actually be here, which is great)

The depiction really reminds me of what they tried to do for Cars 2, but failed at slightly because of the fact that Lightning and Mater were doing separate things and sharing spotlight was getting difficult. But it’s also more than the occasional one-liners that they reduced Mater down to in Cars 3. I hope the balance of the trailer actually does play out into the series, and it’s consistent.

By the way, I combed and combed and combed and at NO POINT did it appear that there was any indicators of the Planes crew being nearby, which has me concerned and rattled. If they aren’t in there after they promised us they would be, I swear to Chrysler I’m gonna make it myself.

(By the way, friends and I are already screaming about the possibility of a season 2 and the chance that rather than going east, they could go west into northern California to an unspecified national park and run into a certain fire and rescue team *intensely waggling eyebrows* We need it so damn bad, Pixar PLEEEEEASE, adopt the late Disneytoon Studio’s orphaned children!!!)

Unorganized additional thoughts:

McQueen having a love of dinosaurs is the fucking cutest thing ever and you cannot tell me otherwise. I will be implementing this into future fics thank you vert much.

Is that monster truck just Cruz? I think that monster truck is just Cruz-

WHY do I have the feeling that the end of this road trip will be met with disaster? We’ve got a clear destination and I have a sinking feeling that when they get there it’s not going to be at all like it was planned.

Okay that’s all we have time for fans and freaks, take care my lovely weirdos, til the morrow, byeeeeee-

#Disney Cars #pixar cars #cars on the road #pixar cars on the road #disney planes #lightning mcqueen #mater

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thegreylingparlor742 · 1 year

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Unreal Estate 10 Horror Films With Demonic Dwellings

Unreal Estate 10 Horror Films With Demonic Dwellings And Un Family Friendly Locations

1. Nosferatu (1922)

There’s nothing like making the property sale of your life, only to find out that your dream client is a member of the blood-sucking undead. This movie is notable because it was an unauthorized adaptation of the book “Dracula” by Bram Stoker. Recently, improved copies of the original movie have been made accessible to the public. This film first introduced the concept of vampires being severely harmed and/or destroyed by sunlight. Which seems to now be the accepted normal.

2. The Amityville Horror (1979)

Perhaps the most extreme case of buyer’s remorse in a film to date, “The Amityville Horror” is based on Jay Anson’s novel of the same name. An all-American family purchases a big house with a big lot in a nice neighborhood for a low, low price… you know that there has to be something wrong somewhere. And there is. A whole lot wrongs. Fortunately for the viewer, the supernatural events claimed to be true in the book and the movie have not been reported by the family presently living in the house. Many new documentaries have now been filmed that claim just the opposite, some claim the subsequent owners have had experiences, just maybe not to the degree the Lutz family did.

3. Poltergeist (1982)

The American Dream: the kids, the car, the house… wait… The house has a few problems. Faulty wiring – the living room television turns on by itself. Next level – the coffee urn keeps moving. Weed problems – a tree outside trying to grab the kids and hurl them into a parallel dimension. And having the house implode on you is always another indication that things aren’t entirely sound. You may want to pass on trying to sell this one, and avoiding all other dwellings built on Native American burial grounds. Hint, do your research.

4. The Lost Boys (1987)

A movie that illustrates what’s important about the phrase, “location, location, location”. When you’re looking for a place to raise your two teenagers, perhaps “the murder capital of the world” shouldn’t be your first consideration. Maybe moving in with grandpa wasnt such a good idea. That and all the damn vampires, even as sexy as David was.

5. The Haunting (1963)

This is the 1963 version and not the unwieldy 1999 remake. Might keep this one in mind if you decide to check out a house with a dark past. A team of paranormal investigators find that an old mansion contains more sinister forces than mold and termites and loss of equity. This is one of the finest slow burn, unnerving and tension filled horror movies of all time.

6. The Tenant (1976)

Roman Polanski plays a man who becomes afraid that his landlord and neighbors are trying to mold him into the previous tenant so that he will commit suicide too. This film isn’t a sparkling example of landlord-tenant relations, but it does bring in a good creep factor to rental property investments. Gives you even more reason to avoid the neighbors and make sure you get your deposit back.

7. The Uninvited (1944)

It’s another case of a well-appointed house being purchased at a suspiciously low price. Of course, the new owner finds that there are some supernatural squatters who make life… difficult. As in, make it difficult to stay alive. As with many other older films, watch this one instead of its remakes.

8. Psycho (1960)

Traumatizing shower lovers for nearly 50 years, Psycho features the brooding Bates’ house that overlooks the Bates Motel. It would be a better investment if its owner wasn’t channeling his murderous mother, but you can’t expect everything. The real house is still available for viewing via tourbus at the Los Angeles Universal Studios.

9. Arachnaphobia (1990)

A doctor moves his family away from the big, bad city to end up fighting big, bad spiders. It’s what you get when you find a cheap house in a safe neighborhood: something always comes along to threaten your life. Classic tale for those who are unconvinced of the need for a pest inspection before buying – big South American killer spiders could get YOU. Maybe the city isnt so bad after all.

10. The Changeling

A 1980 Canadian supernatural psychological horror film directed by Peter Medak and starring George C. Scott. It follows an New York City composer who relocates to Seattle, where he moves into a mansion he comes to believe is haunted. It is based on events that writer Russell Hunter claimed he experienced while he was living in the Henry Treat Rogers mansion in the Cheesman Park neighborhood of Denver, Colorado, in the late 1960s. Again, it pays to do research.

Other movies to make you want to stay in your current dwelling: Sinister, 2012 Insidious, 2010 Secret Window, 2004 Hell House House of the Long Shadows, 1982 The Haunting in Connecticut, 2009) Half Light, 2006 The Amityville Horror, 2005 (Remake) Dream House, 2011 Do not Be Afraid of the Dark, 2010 Darkness 2002 The Messengers, 2007

I could go on and on, I supposed the point of all this is...do your research!

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anomander-dragnipurake · 3 years

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Bowuigi Valentines

“Sir, I assure you this is a rather unwise decision,” Kamek said as soon as Bowser finishing telling him where they were headed and why. This was exactly why Bowser hadn’t wanted to bring him in the first place but he’d invited himself aboard and they’d took off before Bowser had realized. But it was too late, they were already on the airship, well on their way to the Mushroom Kingdom. “And I’m not just saying that because I disapprove of you wanting to date him, even though there’s that too. What if Mario’s there or Princess Peach?”

Bowser hadn’t considered that but… “It’s Valentine’s Day, why would they be at Luigi’s place?” Surely, they had to have better things to do be doing in general but especially today.

“They could be. Also, what makes you think asking the brother of your former nemesis out on a date is a good idea? It was bad enough you’re being friendly with each other and letting him babysit your kids. What if he betrays you, huh?”

“First off, Mario is still my nemesis, the fact that I haven’t kidnapped Peach in ages doesn’t change that. Second, Luigi’s not going to betray me.” Bowser was typically pretty skeptical of people too but with Luigi, he just didn’t see it happening. And that was a large part of why Bowser had fallen for him. Of course he could still turn Bowser down which would suck but… it didn’t hurt to try, right?

Kamek adjusted his glasses in that obnoxious way he always did before going off on a rant about why Bowser should or should not do something. Thankfully before he could even get out a single word, the airship bell rang outside, indicating they’d reached their destination and were beginning to descend. Bowser quickly gathered up the heart shaped box of chocolates and bouquet of flowers off the desk and fled the captain’s cabin.

He’d never been to Luigi’s home before but it being a mansion made it a bit hard to miss even before he’d reached the ship’s railing. It was bigger than Luigi’s description had made it seem. And despite having only relatively recently been cleared of ghosts, it didn’t look haunted, just kind of old and a little dilapidated, fancy though. Overall Bowser liked it even if his castle was still better.

As the ship neared the ground, Bowser vaulted over the railing, landing with a thud on the ground below. He didn’t look back at it as he started down the path for the front door. Let Kamek be mad and disapprove, he was old and single so what did even know about romance anyway? Besides Bowser was the Koopa King and thus he did as he pleased.

Despite his resolve, he faltered a little as he reached the front door. He was a big bad fire breathing reptile, a former enemy of the Mushroom Kingdom, what were the chances someone as pure hearted as Luigi could possibly feel even slightly romantically inclined towards him? Not good, right? Even if they were friends now. … He was already here though and going back now would be the same as listening to Kamek so… with a deep breath, he pressed the doorbell, careful not to push it too hard.

He had to ring it twice more a couple minutes later before Luigi answered. That was just like him, he had a whole mansion and a bunch of money but did he hire any kind of house staff? Nope, of course not. Why would he when he could just do it all himself?

“Who…” Luigi cut off, freezing in place as he stared up at Bowser. “Oh uh… hey Bowser. What are you doing here and uh… um… why are you dressed so nicely?” Ah, good he seemed to like the suit. Or maybe not, it was hard to tell but he’d certainly noticed it and felt some way about it.

“I came to ask if you would do me the honor of being my Valentine?” With a flourish, Bowser pulled the box of chocolates and flowers out from behind his back to offer to Luigi.

Once more Luigi froze solid, only his eyes moving as he looked at the gifts then back up at Bowser’s face and then back again. He made a vague gesture towards himself. “M-me? Really?” That wasn’t a ‘no’ so… perhaps Bowser stood a chance after all?

“Yes, you!” It wasn’t often Bowser was unsure or nervous about something but… he really didn’t want to mess this up. “I already have a diner reservation at the fanciest place in my kingdom or yours if you’d like to go with me.”

“I uh… um…” Luigi shifted, looking away. … Oh no, he was going say ‘no’, wasn’t he? That made sense. What was Bowser even thinking, coming out here to ask him this?

“It’s fine if you don’t…”

“Yes!” Luigi interrupted with surprising amount to intensity. “I mean uh… I would love to be your Valentine and uh… go on a date with you.” He accepted the flowers and chocolate with a large smile.

Intense relief washed through Bowser, making him feel almost like he needed to sit down. “Wonderful,” he said because he needed to say something. “Whenever you’re ready go, the airship awaits.” He gestured back towards it. As per his instructions the shy guys had lowered the boarding plank and rolled out a carpet on it. They flanked it, waiting for Bowser and Luigi to board. Kamek was nowhere in sight, he was probably still sulking in the captain’s cabin; whatever, he’d get over it eventually.

“Oh wow uh… I should get ready then, huh? Just… give me a moment. And uh… feel free to come in.” Luigi ducked back inside, leaving the door open for Bowser to follow.

Inside, the foyer was unsurprisingly clean and tidy. The floorboards creaked under Bowser’s weight which was the eternal problem with wooden flooring. Luigi was already off somewhere, presumably to his room to get ready, leaving Bowser to wait here for him. Which was fine, he needed some time to get over his nerves anyway.

He didn’t have to wait long though, not even five minutes later, Luigi reemerged from the upstairs room. Bowser’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of him and what he wore; a lovely flowing green dress. “You don’t mind if I wear this, do you?” he asked as he nervously descended the stairs. “I can change again if you’d prefer.”

“Nah, don’t. It looks good on you.”

Luigi seemed to almost let out a sigh of relief as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “Also uh… before we go, I went back and forth a lot on whether or not I was going to mail this to you and then it eventually became too late so I thought I wouldn’t but then… here you are so… here.” As he reached Bowser, he pulled out a card he’d been holding behind his back and handed it to him.

‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ was written on the front in fancy lettering in the middle of a large red heart. Inside Luigi’s handwriting was neat and tidy. ‘Dear Bowser, you’ve come a long way since I first approached you about no longer going after Peach to fight Mario and we’ve been friends for a while now. Honestly, I’ve grown rather fond of you so I hope it is not too forward of me to ask if you’d perhaps like to try being more than solely friends. Answer next time we chat or just ignore this if you’d rather not, it’s totally fine. Yours truly, Luigi.’

Bowser chuckled as he looked back up at Luigi. He hadn’t been the only one thinking this at all, wonderful. “I’d like that very much.”

Luigi’s mustache partially hid his blush it was still unmistakably there. “I’m glad! Though… this does mean we’re probably going to have to tell Mario, huh? Keeping a friend secret is one thing but keeping a romantic partner a secret is uh… something else.”

True and that was honestly the only real downside to any of this but… “We’ll worry about that later.” Bowser waved that thought away, it didn’t matter right now so why even bother thinking about it? “We have a date to get to if you’re ready.”

“Uh… yeah, we can worry about that later. I’m ready to go.”

#My writing #super mario bros #Bowuigi #Bowser/Luigi #Valentines Day

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chocolate-parfait · 4 years

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can I suggest a headcanon for arthur, theo and comte ( or dazai ) reacting to their selectively mute s/o speaking for the first time? ( maybe even singing? ) you can decide if you want a scenario for one of them and what mc sounds like, wether shes soft spoken or has a mature voice~ whatever you feel comfortable with >:0 👌 — have a nice day ! ♡

I made some research to write this but tell me if anything's inaccurate or wrong! I'll fix it right away

Selectively mute MC - ikevamp headcanons (Arthur, Theo & Comte)

Arthur

Arthur's a bit suspicious when he sees how uncomfortable you seem to be on your first night. No normal person would feel completely at ease, that's for sure, and yet the way your gaze flickers around the room, the way you fidget with your own hands, the look of pure anxiety on your pretty features, they're all blatant red flags for him, though he decides to let you be. It's your first night, after all, for all he knows you could just be terribly shy, right?

He started piecing the signs together after a couple days when your voice was yet to be heard. The only thing they knew was your name, which you wrote on a piece of paper after Vincent's many soft encouragements.

The English writer had tried flirting with you a couple times, but after being met with the same indicators of discomfort as night one, he decided to step back and watch from the sidelines, occasionally helping others translate whatever you were trying to tell them with your body language.

Selective mutism had been diagnosed around 1870 for the first time, and although it was still a relatively new medical condition, he still was a couple decades more experienced when it came to medicine. After realizing that was your case, he moved to inform everyone in the mansion so that they could adjust their behaviors and avoid causing you too much distress.

Eventually Arthur becomes the person you spend most time with in the whole house; you can feel he genuinely cares and, despite the voices you had heard about his incorrigible attitudes and questionable habits, you start appreciating all the efforts he puts into making sure you're always comfortable and understood (his efforts were very much succeeding, by the way).

On one particular night, you decided to bring some coffee to his room, a silent gesture of support in his regards, but once you entered the bedroom, he turned to look you in the eyes and you saw his beautiful blue orbs, usually alight with mischief, now dark and wavering, surrounded by puffy, red skin. He had been crying. Despite all his best efforts to hide it, everyone knew the writer had his own ghosts from the past haunting him, but seeing him so wretched and broken made your heart squeeze in sympathy and pity.

Seeing your worried expression Arthur immediately turned the other way, letting out a self deprecating laugh as he thought this was probably not helping with your case at all. "Ah- D-don't worry about me! I just got some dust in my eyes. Clumsy old me-!" You set down the tray on his desk and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"A-arthur, you can tell me. I'm here for you."

His heart almost flew out of his chest as his wide eyes stared at you in disbelief. He abruptly stood up and had to stop himself from hugging you and twirling you around, grabbing your shoulders instead. "MC, you just spoke right now, didn't you?!". He was so shocked he completely forgot about his troubles and spent minutes fawning over you. He didn't realize he was coming off as too strong until he noticed your voice getting quieter and quieter. He then apologized and took a moment to cool himself off.

From then on, your relationship goes through revolutionary changes as he finally gets to learn more about your past, tastes and personality. Each little detail makes him more and more interested in what had been a complete mystery to everyone for days. As the writer of Sherlock Holmes he certainly couldn't let this one chance fly out of the window now, could he?

If his brain malfunctioned when he heard your voice for the first time, it is pretty accurate to say that he almost passed away for the second time when he heard your laugh! It's the best and most effective antidepressant he's tried in a long time, and the more open you become, the more the look in your eyes starts to brighten up, a worthy rival to the breathtaking smile that graces your lips every now and then.

Your voice is sweet, calm and soft, and Arthur feels as if he's floating on a cloud whenever he hears it. It isn't loud, either, making everything you say seem like the most intimate secret one could whisper to a close friend. On the other hand, your laugh is like the clear and light tinkling of a bell. Each time you let out even the smallest of chuckles his cheeks flush with a rosy blush, earning him stares and teasing remarks from the closest fellow vampire in the room.

Slowly, he starts to see his reactions for what they are: sprouts of a new love. As time passes by, he realizes he wants to hear more and more of your voice. He wants to hear you whimper his name lost in overwhelming pleasure, he wants to hear all the sweet nothings and declarations of love you can offer him, comforting words, even gibberish and dark secrets. Everything that comes out of your mouth is like molten gold to him, and he wants it all to himself.

He starts bragging to others, though it does not take long before you're comfortable enough to grace them with the sound of what Arthur has come to love so much. On one side he's jealous because you've denied him the privilege of being the only one to hear your voice, but at the same time he's also extremely proud of you! You're finally happy and there's no more traces of anxiety and worry in your eyes whenever you're surrounded by the other vampires, and that's one of the most important milestones he's honored have witnessed by your side.

Theo

Let's just say that you and theo start off on the wrong foot. To say that you're frightened of him at first is an understatement, and you very much avoid him for as much as you can. He feels guilt strangling his throat whenever he sees your quivering form running away from him, and after noting that you behaved similarly with everyone and still hadn't uttered a word in days made him worry even more.

Arthur's the one who comes up with a diagnosis, and with that everyone changes their manners and speech to make you feel more at ease. Theo, just like his blue haired friend, is actually pretty good at reading body language so he has no particular struggles when it comes to your needs. Unfortunately, he's not so smooth in regulating his tone and words, which often come out a little to harsh. Vincent often reprimands him for it, and he can't help but feel even worse when he realizes he's probably ruining your whole stay.

He starts distancing himself, and you gradually start sticking by the local angel's side, never leaving him for even a second; his vibes are so pure and soothing that they help you out with your anxiety and symptoms. Needless to say, he's also very understanding and is not at all bothered to speak in your stead. This leads to Vincent being the first one to hear your voice, and he's without doubt elated, but he also wishes for you to be able to socialize with the others, too. Theo in particular.

After days and days of the artist's endless rants on how good his little brother actually is, your image of the gruff man has been replaced by that of a soft hearted puppy. Too bad that this soft puppy looks like a hungry hunt dog more than a small, soft cloud of love.

Ironically enough, what brings you and Theo to a new stage of your basically nonexistent relationship is King. In the dog's presence he lets his guards down and turns into a loving owner of a very good and friendly golden nugget, subsequently becoming more approachable. Besides, everyone knows how helpful animals are in fighting anxiety and social disorders! And on the advice of Arthur, he invites you to his daily walk with his dog, hoping your fear will melt away with time.

He's a stubborn man, and even when such delicate issues come his way, he has no intention of giving up. No matter how much time it'll take him, he believes he's going to convince you he's not that bad as you first thought. Why is he trying so hard though? Well, not only it's something that stems from Vincent's care for you, but it's also something for your own good. If you were to avoid him for a whole month, you'd get nothing out of it, and a constant lingering sense of panic would follow you pretty much anywhere; but living for a whole month in those conditions is a no-no for Theo. He has no intention of uselessly make you suffer like that, and as he reminds himself of that, his willpower strengthens his determination to search for a common ground between you two.

Albeit slowly, you start getting less tense around him, and the fright fades away bit by bit with each walk in the woods with the Dutch art dealer and the excited bundle of golden hair. It's a lengthy process that takes many days, but Theo finally knows his efforts aren't vain when he hears you coo at the golden retriever. "King... you're such a good boy.." You say with with the warmest smile he had ever seen painted on someone's face as you patted his canine friend's head lovingly. In that moment he wished he could frame the scene and hang it up in his room next to his brother's paintings.

He didn't know whether it was the emotion of hearing your voice for the first time or the implications that told him you weren't that scared of him anymore, but he became hyper aware that his wasn't a normal heartbeat. Unsteady and crazy like that of a lovestruck fool. Was this all it took him to fall head over heels for someone? Or was this a process that had started way before?

It still takes you some time to be fully able to speak complete sentences in his presence, but once you do, he's overcome with one of the greatest feelings of satisfaction he had ever felt in his two lives, and he can definitely agree that everything was worth the wait and the labour.

Just like Arthur, your laugh almost makes him fly through the roof, but what turns him into a formless puddle of mushy feelings and amazement is your singing voice. The first time he hears you intone a medley to him he turns to stone and just stays there, unmoving. He has an eye for finding hidden talents, but oh God was your singing unexpected. His feeling may be out of place here, but he's so, so glad to have your singing all to himself. He finds the act extremely intimate, and for how much he may believe he doesn't deserve it, he cannot deny the positive effects it has on him

Sometimes, when you're talking to him, you can see him turn his face away and smile to himself like an idiot. In those times, he's thinking about how far you two came, and how glad he is to have persisted as much as he did.

Comte

Comte emanates a slightly threatening and imposing aura but it can also be calm and placid, like his voice. First and foremost he's a gentleman, but he sometimes comes off as very intimidating to those who are not used being around such strong presences like his. Luckily, he's a very patient man, and you can feel no judgement nor malice coming from him. He's lived a long, long life, and he knows better than overstepping people's boundaries and making fun of their insecurities.

When with him, you can do things at your own pace! If you don't feel like talking then he's totally okay with it; take your time to find your own way and pace of doing things, he'll gladly help if you ever ask him (with gestures or, once you're closer, with words).

The panic you feel in his presence dissolves gradually; there are no particular events that cause a turning point in your relationship, it just happens. Despite living in such a big mansion, avoiding all life forms is pretty much impossible, so you happen to share some interactions every now and then. Sometimes it's an afternoon tea, others it's just him making small talk as you clean his room (he's either talking to himself or asks answers you can nod to if you feel more comfortable). He immediately makes it clear that he doesn't expect nor want to pressure you in delivering any answer, and if you ever happen to feel too overwhelmed he excuses himself and leaves the room.

One day as you were dusting the shelves in his office, he casually says:"The weather's really nice today." But your head doesn't move in assent, instead he receives a shocking reply despite the ordinariness of the topic. "It really is... T-there's not a cloud in the sky, either." A shocked expression momentarily appears on his features, soon replaced by a wide smile as he hums back in agreement.

He doesn't let it show but he's utterly in love with your voice. It's an addiction but he still wants to give you enough space and time to get comfortable with the idea of speaking around him, so he tries to keep himself in check all the time.

It's when he hears you singing that he can't help but feel greedy, and the rare sight of Comte's blushing cheeks greets you for the first time ever. It's his weak point, use it as you may deem ;)

(okay but jokes aside WHY would you ever want to use it against him, he'd build a pyramid with a butter knife while doing a backflip if you asked him to tbh,, the man is Whipped.)

Everything you do has a meaning and a significance, so he's always taking in even the smallest piece of information you may subconsciously slip his way. Seeing how you trust him enough to lower your guards about him makes him all the more appreciative of the bond you two share. For this reason, if you ever want to try and get over your anxiety, he'll be there to walk with you from the first to the last step of your journey.

His favorite thing is when he's holding you in his arms, nuzzled against his chest while he dozes off to your heavenly humming. It makes him feel like a prince living his happy ever after in a fairytale and he couldn't be more grateful.

#my writing #ikemen vampire #ikevamp scenarios #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp imagines #ikevamp comte #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #arthur conan doyle #theodorus van gogh #comte de saint germain #answered

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Tales from the SMP Presents: The Haunted Mansion

An ongoing exploration of how the Inbetween drives my Kingdom Hearts brain crazy with paranoia! Less of an analysis this time, because we got confirmation (VALIDATION!!), and more of speculation, but yeah!

First of all! I was right not to trust this fucker.

Just kidding, that’s not the first thing we’re gonna talk about here. First of all, a gentle recap!

As I’ve mentioned before, the Inbetween has some uncanny resemblance to the Kingdom Hearts world known as Castle Oblivion. Castle Oblivion is known for being the place where the main series protagonist lost all of his memories, and even had false memories implanted while he was getting deeper and deeper into it.

You might be curious as to how the Kingdom Hearts protagonist escapes.

He doesn’t.

He needs outside help, and a lot of it, to get him out of that situation. Even then, it takes a whole year. He drove his own heart into the bottom of the abyss in his desperation to save someone he was tricked into thinking he knew, and he didn’t even regret it, because he was saving someone.

... A lot of people on Dream SMP have different ideas on what it means to save people.

Also, the castle also had a very plot-twisty secret where it used to be the lush and wonderful home of these three friends before they fell apart; one was lost to the Evil Dark Side™ (not real name), the other was trapped in the Realm of Darkness (real name), and the last one fell into a coma for TEN (10) YEARS and his body was left to be protected in the heart of the land, which was then locked and turned into Castle Oblivion.

So, pretty fucked up place! Not inherently evil, but the place of great misfortune and just... not very good for everyone there.

Let’s start at the beginning!

Welcome back indeed. Take notice of the wither rose in the pot, by the way, I’ll come back to this in a bit.

The first thing that stands out to me on this page is the smiley face, of course. It’s not the ever-iconic, ever-evil “:)”, but it’s similar enough that I think the callback is intentional. The smiley is c!Dream’s icon, of course, which... honestly makes me think that “:]” might be DreamXD, but that might be because I’m very very biased for the server god who simps for a dangerously apathetic cottagecore once-king.

Of course, it does also look kind of like Quackity’s face, and cc!Quackity has said something about big lore coming for him, but until further evidence is presented I’m disinclined to draw a connection there.

The Inbetween, as we’ve come to know the author of some of these books to be, being happy that Karl is continuing—it reminds me of the KH protagonist being told yes, good job, keep going, as he stumbles deeper and deeper into the castle that strips away memory after memory from his heart. Why does the Inbetween think that Karl’s time travel is important, his careful documentation of every story? Is it because the more he does it, the more he becomes attached? The more he becomes reliant on the Inbetween to feed the missing pieces of his memory?

Is it because the Inbetween, in parallel to c!Dream and c!Wilbur, prioritize the concept of story over the characters?

Things to think about. 🤔

Also kind of interesting that the Inbetween thinks Karl will eventually uncover “all [he] needs to”, which continues to make me think that the more c!Karl comes to the Inbetween the more he becomes... either dependent or over-trusting of it. Not sure. But weird things happen when it’s magic that tampers with memories, rather than trauma.

Basically, I’m getting “there is no war in Ba Sing Se” vibes.

The book continues to say that Karl probably has a lot of questions and that it would love to answer :] but never actually does. It’s trying to come off as helpful without actually being helpful. All it does is tempt him with the prospect of answers, and then draws him in deeper. “Continue onward, Karl.” But why?

Another wither rose pot.

Sidestepping the very innocuous, very surface-level information offered here (because that’s it, it’s nothing about the workings about the Inbetween, it’s just a little sweet carrot to distract with), I cannot even begin to convey the absolute terror that consumed me at the word “sleepy.”

I mentioned earlier that one of the original characters who lived in the land that would become Castle Oblivion went into a coma, right? But it’s more commonly referred to as sleeping. The game is even called “Birth by Sleep”, and there’s a whole thing about trying to get him to “wake up”. So the idea that time travel can take something out of the traveller that makes them tired, the idea that there is one specific room for sleeping quarters within the Inbetween, paired with that not-quite-right smiley face—I am traumatized, I tell you.

Yes it could be a “haha look what I did with the sentence, because day is a form of time and they time travel so long day is a funny term” kind of smiley, but. Kingdom Hearts has trained me to be suspicious of any talk of sleep.

There’s something just mildly unsettling about the way it continues, with the references to the “many Karls” and the “many many great stories” that sounds borderline condescending.

And now we get the, uh, “other” author. Notice how this one actually did not have a corresponding wither rose in a pot. I’m starting to think that the flower might actually be an indicator of the not-this-author-pictured-above, the probably-Inbetween-itself, so the fact that this book was found separately from a wither rose pot and it was tucked away under a tree... A tree, under which c!Karl will later find a bit of a refuge... yeah, different author. Or at least an author from a different time.

I’ll elaborate in a moment, but I do think that there’s three (3) mindsets/authors happening here: the sickly sweet Inbetween pretending to be good, the person trying to get c!Karl to distrust the Inbetween, and... someone who desperately wants c!Karl to stay in line.

This is the third... I don’t want to say author, because it too has the wither rose pot and is trying to keep c!Karl playing along with the Inbetween, but it’s much less coherent and much more desperate.

No “:]”, either.

Some possibilities I’m considering:

the Inbetween, but it’s like, a security subroutine or a glitch in the system,

the Inbetween, but it’s from a future wherein c!Karl has fucked it up to the point of desperation,

Karl / the other author, but it’s from a future, where trying to stray from the Inbetween resulted in something traumatic happening and they don’t want it to happen anymore.

Some fun possibilities to keep in mind. Anyway!

Ooh, the return of the wither rose pot.

For this part, the only thing I really have to say is that the repetition of the Inbetween trying to present itself as “a place to feel at ease” is... Well, as the lovely Fear has said in this post linked here, a place that tries and makes itself seem safe probably isn’t, because a genuinely safe place wouldn’t need to announce it all the time.

Very much sounding like a Ba Sing Se thing.

More importantly, the book actually says that it’s “wild” how the Inbetween is “so beautiful that even time travellers who go anywhere at anytime ever and they still choose here” with a good old “:]” tacked on at the end. That’s... that’s not just me thinking like that sounds kind of threatening, right? Like, time travellers can see anything anywhere, and they keep coming back to the Inbetween. Why?

Is it because they forget the beauty of anything else? Is it because it’s not beauty, but rather attachment and emotion that keeps someone going back to a place? If someone forgets their loved ones and precious things, then why would they go anywhere but the place where they’ve put all their stories?

Why did KH’s protagonist keep going deeper into Castle Oblivion even though he knew that the castle was taking apart his memories? Because he had one thing left: the fake, implanted memory, which told him that in order to save someone, he needed to push on no matter the personal cost.

So the real question is: are the time travellers coming back to the Inbetween because they want to, or because they no longer have a choice?

It regards all the different Karls with such... distant affection, too. “How beautiful,” it calls them, for wandering the blank halls with blank stares and blank hearts, none of which react to each other. It says that they “choose” to walk the halls, uncover mysteries, and tell stories. But what was the other choice? Was it really a choice at all?

Hmm.

Karl goes on to explore, and finds another book that does not have a wither rose pot, which tells him he has to go Under The Tree.mp3 and informs him that he “can’t afford not to”. Cool. Not ominous at all.

He finds another, which says the same thing.

Definitely not ominous. /s

The phrasing here is interesting, because it’s also phrased like a threat. Usually, when someone tells you that you “can’t afford not to”, you’re either looking at a scam or at the business end of a weapon. But the empty pages tell you that the author is trying to keep it down low. That’s one of the ways Minecraft players have found to express tone in the very limited form of Minecraft books, and it works splendidly.

Not to push my DreamXD agenda, but like... the door was iron. Iron doors are a weakness for Dreams and dreamons and, mayhaps, Dream’s dreamon.

I know it’s probably just because the iron door keeps in line with the color palette of the build but let me dream, alright.

Anyway, book content! And an interesting point of order: there is a wither rose pot. I said earlier that it might be an indicator of the Inbetween as an author, but that doesn’t make much sense now, does it? This is meant to be a place hidden from the “it” that I assume to be either the Inbetween itself or the one/s controlling it.

So why the wither rose pot inconsistency?

Unless it doesn’t mean that. Unless it’s just a metaphor for, say, memories withering away or something. Or maybe it’s just a pretty plant, for funsies! Who knows. If I had to guess, I’d say that (after much reflection) it’s likely less a mark of author and more a theme of, mm, memory status. The withering away of memories. It fits in with the Inbetween, because that’s what might be responsible for it, but the author/s of the book aren’t immune, either. They get blinks of clarity, with the hidden, tucked-away tomes, but they might not be completely free.

The next book, however, again lacks the wither rose pot. It might not be a coincidence that the one without the potential mark of a withering memory is the one that actually divulges some more information.

This book goes into slightly more detail about the warning, though not about whatever actual threat it is that the castle (which... Castle Oblivion, you know) presents.

It says that 1) it’s not what it seems, 2) the "truth about the other forms of you”, 3) this place “is not okay”, and 4) get in that portal we saw that was blocked off before.

We know that the Inbetween isn’t what it seems, but the “truth” about the other forms... Hm. This is, in fact, another Kingdom Hearts Thing. There’s a running joke that everyone on the very large cast of characters in KH that in the end, every person is actually either secretly a version of the antagonist (through possession or body splitting or whatever), or a version of the protagonist (through similar concepts). Multiple bodies and other forms is definitely a Thing in KH, though it’s not as oh-god-not-again definitely-bad as the sleeping thing.

I think the other forms have either become reliant on the Inbetween or have forgotten everything but the Inbetween, or both. Maybe more of the prior, since the warning is against trusting the place.

And, uh, this? Fucking terrifying. I love it to pieces.

Every single one of these books has a wither rose pot, and this is kind of why I think that the Inbetween or its master/s is, in some way, possibly functioning via routines and like... an AI. Or a genius loci kind of thing.

But good news, there aren’t 13 books, there are 14! This is important for Kingdom Hearts reasons, because Kingdom Hearts has a big thing about the numbers 13 and 7 (13 is the number of pieces of darkness, and 7 is the number of pieces of light, and this is equal somehow, don’t question it).

Now, 14 is an important meme number in the MCYT fandom, of course, but I don’t think it has terribly too much to do with the lore beyond a fun easter egg.

The books themselves trying to tell c!Karl to, essentially, go with the flow and the path that the Inbetween has set up for him is... something. I like the idea that it’s some future version of something trying to stop something from happening, but we all know it’s probably not going to work. Fun times.

And finally, this.

The Inbetween is a bit of a narcissist, huh? It won’t shut up about how it’s so pretty and irresistible and the whole definition of, like, a honey trap. Oh my god it even describes it as ~mysterious~ as a good trait, that’s hilarious.

More pertinently, it also calls the Inbetween “a time traveller’s dream”.

A time traveller’s. Dream.

Again, not to push my DreamXD agenda, BUT—

But! Getting back on track, the book expresses its eagerness to see Karl again, says their relationship is gonna be great, reminds him that his stories are important, and then tells him that he needs the Inbetween/author just like the SMP needs him.

Uh. He’s going to need the Inbetween?

Hello?

Why? How? So far it’s presented itself as being pretty and perfect but it never said anything about necessity! What’s going on!

Very much reminded of how Castle Oblivion was presented as “you need to keep going in even though it takes your memories away because there’s someone you need to save [fake but you don’t know that because you don’t remember anything]”, and I am afright.

Talk about subtle strings being tugged at here. I’m really seeing the beginning seeds of a dependency thing being sown, and if it weren’t for the side books painting giant neon warning signs everywhere, I don’t know if it would’ve caught on. An artificially cultivated concept of how important and great the Inbetween is, and don’t you just want to take all those stories from that messy world elsewhere but come back here in the end to take a break and exist and explore and oh, isn’t the Inbetween great, isn’t it wonderful?

Man, c!Dream wishes he was this good at subtle manipulation.

tldr; there are multiple authors trying to tug c!Karl in different directions via those books. The Kingdom Hearts parallels predict that his memory will be at stake, and he might not be able to escape without help.

#tales from the smp #dream smp #general thoughts #the inbetween is a scary place im telling u #a Place that wants to be your friend but probably has ulterior motives? oof!!

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Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N- Finally! So I am back with a shitty ending to my shitty fic. I am really sorry if anyone doesn’t like it. Feedback will be appreciated :) and requests are open!

Warning- feelings, mentions of death, angst

word count- 2.6k

Home or whatever people called the place where they belong. You were going there, after waiting for your whole life you were finally going to meet your parents. Your real parents who you thought were dead. You learned everything about your abduction from Tom.

And now you were going to finally meet them; your real parents. You were finally going to your actual house. You can’t help but feel overexcited. Tom on the other couldn’t even describe what he was feeling.

“Hey, we are leaving tomorrow. Get some rest.” Harrion told Tom through the office door. He entered the office upon hearing no snarky comment. He found Tom sitting on his chair; eyes red from crying, hair disheveled, a whiskey bottle in his hand and air pods plucked in his ears.

Harrison was shocked to find Tom like this. The man that made others cry was crying himself today. Tom paid no attention to his best mate. Tired of his shit Harrison snatched his phone to turn the music down.

“You have been listening to ‘Let her go’ on repeat? Oh my god Tom what is wrong with? When did you become this love sick puppy? What happened to that playboy, who hooked up with any girl he wanted? Uh? And I am damn sure that you haven’t confessed to her too. What are you..”

“Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!” Tom shouted, running his hands through his hair. “Why do you think she would ever be with me. I am not her knight in shining armor, okay. And she would run away from me once she is aware of my deeds.” Tom believes that you will never love him.

“Tom she knows what you do for living, and her feelings for you are completely obvious. You are just stupid…”

“No Harrison! She still gets nightmares about you and Harry beating her; nightmares about her foster parents beating her. She would be scared of me when she finds why everyone is so scared of me.” Harrison was not clearly amused by Tom cutting him off in the middle of the sentence. While Tom was just being anxious.

“Aren’t you the one that calms her after every single nightmare? Aren’t you the one that makes her feel safe? Come on Tom only time will tell. Her past will only haunt her and I feel guilty that I gave her more ptsd. But you made her some good memories with her too right? And it’s not like you will never meet her again after she reunites with her family. You can still keep tabs on her right? Just tell her before it’s too late.” Harrison sighed at the end.

“Wow! I can’t believe you are talking so sensibly. Who did this to you, mate? When did you start to talk like a mature person?” Tom couldn’t control his laughter while Harrison just rolled his eyes.

“Hahaha very funny. I don’t know, maybe Stacy made me a mature man.” Harrison chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here you div.” Tom snatched his phone back from Haz’s hand.

“I am going but you better think what I told you.” Harrison made a serious face.

“Get out!” Tom said while smiling. Just tell her before it’s too late. As if it was that easy.

When Tom finally decided it was half past 1am. Lazily he made way towards his room but stopped in front of your room. Thinking whether he should check up at you or not. And decided that he should leave you alone. And kept on walking.

What he did not expect, was you sitting on the armchair beside his bed. It was clear that you were waiting for him. But why!

“Hey Tom.” you said as you sat straight. “I thought you would be asleep right now.” Tom wondered out loud. “I can’t sleep. I am too excited to sleep. And you were the only awake at this hour. So I thought I could talk to you.” you said cheerfully. There was not a single ounce of sleep in your eyes.

“Alright what do you wanna know about?” he asked while taking a seat on the armchair beside you.

“I don’t know. We never talked about your parents right?”

“We never have. What do you wanna know?” all of tom’s tiredness vanished with you excitement.

“Everything! Like how are they? How are parents in general?”

“They are amazing. Best parents i could ever ask for. My father is a strict man and he was the one who forced me to take after him; he is an amazing father though. He loves my mum a lot. I have three brothers, Harry lives here with me but Sam lives with mum, dad and Paddy. just in case if they need him.”

“I didn’t know about your youngest brother. Why did you never tell me about him?” you gave Tom a questioning look.

“You never asked.” Tom said simply.

“Why does he never visit here? How old is he?” you asked. You have seen Sam around a lot.

“Mum doesn’t like homecoming here, mainly because of the exposure to the danger. He's sixteen, can’t defend himself quite yet.'' Honestly Tom missed his brother. He just wanted to spend some time with Paddy like he used too.

“I don’t know if I have siblings. Guess I will find tomorrow.” you chuckled. You looked at Tom as before you left the room. Really looked at him. Taking in his features. He looked tired; eyes were a bit swollen and red.

You could smell the alcohol off him. Over and all he looked tired. He stood up too. Slowly walking towards his closet. “Tom?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have anything to say to me?” he had. He wanted to confess to you. Wanted to tell you everything then and there. But he was not brave enough. Harrison’s words went spiral through his brain again and again.

And there you stood waiting for him to say anything. You were not ever even sure what you wanted him to say. Tom came out of the closet and stared at you for what seems like forever. You can see that he was in deep thought.

“I will miss you Y/N.” he finally said. You smiled, a little disappointed. You have no idea what you want him to say. “I’ll miss you too, Tom.” with that you finally left his room. Leaving Tom with his thoughts

Was much more dreadful for Tom. You were leaving. He felt like he was drowning. He was sad, yes but what he felt wasn’t sadness only. It was a mixture of emotions. Emotions he can’t name. He never felt this uneasiness before.

On the other hand you felt the same. Excited to meet your birth parents. Not wanting to leave the mansion you once dreaded. Not wanting to leave Tom. Slightly scared because you were not sure about your parents reaction. There are many possibilities that they might not be as good as thought.

And there was a strange tingling in your guts that made you feel uneasy. But you put it all aside.

“Harry, you take the other car and Stacy, you are going with him. Just maintain some distance. Look out for danger. Inform me if you find anything suspicious. Alright?” with that everybody left for their vehicle.

The whole ride was eerily quiet. No one uttered a word. You sneaked a glance at Tom; his face was completely emotionless. He noticed you staring but did nothing about it. He never felt these many emotions at once.

He didn’t want you to go. But he had to. He can’t be this selfish now can he? You were finally getting what you always wanted. A family. Parents you always wanted. He can't replace them but he was the one who found them, he was the one reuniting you with them. And that is the biggest thing he could do for anyone.

Your hometown was not far from London. It only took two hours of driving to reach there.

You started to grow nervous as you reached the residential area. The retardation in the speed of the car indicated that you had reached your destination. The car eventually stopped in front of a small cozy house.

This was it. You were finally going to meet your parents. You always imagined this moment but can't really believe that it is happening in real life.

“Y/N.” Tom’s voice brought you back from your thoughts.

“Humm.” you hummed; not knowing how to reply. You composed your posture. Trying to get hold on your thoughts. This is now or never. You thought. And got out of the car. The boys did the same.

Harrison called Stacy to ask when they would be here. While Tom came to stand near you. “How are you feeling?” he asked. That was the worst question ever. You had no answer to it. You couldn’t describe your emotions that easily.

But before you could answer Tom’s phone rang. The screen lit up with ‘Adam’s name’, you knew who he was. Adam was the most trusted person in the mob. No one could compete with his loyalty for Tom.

Tom immediately answered the phone. Adam never directly called Tom unless it was an emergency.

“What is it?” Tomasked rather harshly. To be honest, Tom didn’t want anyone to drag him to work today. He didn’t want to put his brain through that stress on top of his feelings.

“Sir, sir, please don’t go to that place. The L/Ns were killed years ago. Rick is a mole, sir.”

“Get in the car.” Tom shouted. He opened the door and pushed you in before getting in himself. Harison took the driver's seat. And then you saw any people coming out of their hiding places. All armed.

“What is happening?” Harry’s voice came from the phone. “Drive! Harrison. Drive!” Tom shouted on top of his lungs. The people now started to circle the car. You have never been this scared in your whole life.

The people started to shoot; making you more scared. Tom brought his arms around your body protectively. You leaned into his touch. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Your whole body was shaking with fear. Clutching Tom’s clothes. You were never so grateful for the bulletproof car till now.

“We are attacked, Harry. Turn back the car.” you heard Harrison say. But Tom hasn't said a single word. You were sure that those people were following your car. What about your parents though? You heard Adam said something about them but you weren't sure but you knew that they were. Maybe your gut feeling was telling you about this.

You finally opened your eyes when the car stopped moving. “What happened?” Tom asked while checking for danger. “I don’t think that the car can take more damage.”

“So do you think that we’re gonna run barefoot from here?” “No! But the car will blast and we should start running if we don’t wanna die.” both of them argued back and forth. “Stop! What are we gonna do now? What about Stacy and Harry?” you had tears in your eyes.

“We are gonna and they are safe.” Harrison answered, looking for any trace of danger. “We are completely outnumbered, we have no chance of putting up a fight against them. Therefore, we are gonna run without looking back.” Tom explained to you.

“One the count of three.” he held up his three fingers. All of you prepared yourself for running. “One.” he held your hand tightly. “Two.” you swear to the god that your heart will burst out because of the speed of every beat. “Three.” a fire was shot.

All you felt was pain. You were sure that it originated from your lower abdomen. But course through your whole body. All you was Tom’s face, you tried to focus his and you connected hands, his skin. Tried to take his beautiful features in.

“You know where he grew weak boys.” an annoying voice said. “He became weak for enemies when he made his feelings completely obvious for this girl.” the man spoke again. He walked closer and closer, cockng his gun at Tom’s head.

“Any last words, thomas?” he laughed overdramatically. Tom leaned in to give your forehead a kiss. “I am so sorry, love.” he mumbled, his lips still pressed at your forehead.

You closed your eyes. Thinking that this was the end. You didn’t want to see Tom get shot. You heard multiple bullets fired. Way too many bullets to kill two men.

“Let’s get out of here, boss.” you were not fully in your consciousness but you recognized the voice. It belonged to Adam. “we have to take her to hospital.” Tom’s voice was desperate. He got a hold on his tears. After all he couldn’t cry in front of his men.

You reached the hospital in no time. The doctors took you to remove the bullet and top the bleeding. Despite being scared shitless one nurse came to update Tom about your condition. Which was very critical. You have lost a lot of blood and the chances of you recovering were very thin.

“I should have said it, Haz.” Tom finally let his emotions take control. “I should have told her about my feelings. And now it’s too late. I’m gonna lose her.” Tom sobbed on Harrison’s shoulder, hugging him tightly.

“It’s alright, she’s gonna be fine. You have a lot of time with her.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Tom chuckled. “Mr. Holland.” This time the doctor came to talk to them. “The patient is out of danger. She is resting right now. You can meet her just don't wake her up.” the doctor smiled awkwardly and left.

“Go meet her. This is your chance. Tell her everything.” Harrison motivated him.

With that Tom left to meet you.

This is it. Tom thought that this was another chance he had with you. But he knew that he fucked up. He putted your life in danger and most important of all that he made you believe that you parents were alive.

“Y/N. i'm so sorry, love. I put you through this all and I-” Tom never cried this hard for anyone. “And I just couldn’t man up and tell you about my feelings. I-I made you believe that your parents are alive- I couldn't keep you safe-” Tom collapsed on the floor.

“I never thought I would love anyone the way I love you, Y/N. And i am really sorry for everything-” he tried to get up; using the bed for support.

“I hope you forgive me.” he pleaded and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“I hate it when you kiss my forehead when no one is stopping from kissing my lips.” you smirked while Tom stood there in shock.

“Hi baby. Please don’t beat yourself for everything that has happened to me. You only protected me or tried to. And my parents, I know how to live without them. You, Stacy and surprisingly the boys are my family. And I love you too.” Tom smiled at your confession.

“You little shit, you were listening to me the whole time.” Tom accused. “And what were you saying about kissing you on the lips. Huh?”

“Kiss me on the lips, tommy.” you giggled as Tom kissed you on the lips. Both of you sighing at the feeling. Meanwhile Harrison, Stacy and Harry watched you both from the door.

“Don’t you think watching them make out is creepy and gross.” Harry made a face in disgust. “Shut up Harry! My baby boo is in love.” Stacy said while weeping.

In the end you stayed with your real family.

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foreverfeelslike · 4 years

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The Stories Behind folklore: an analysis

Get ready for a wild ride. I know the point of these songs/stories is that they are fragmented and based on imagery, so I don’t really believe that there is a completely linear, fleshed out story and I think multiple characters could have been the speakers to the same songs. There is definitely evidence against my version of the story. Either way, Taylor clearly left easter eggs to a bigger picture, so here is my interpretation of it.

Characters:

Betty (who is Rebekah Harkness)

James (Betty’s first boyfriend and husband who cheated on her multiple times)

The mistress

The other guy at the dance during mirrorball

Husband 2

Taylor (and Joe)

Order:

cardigan (young Betty, this is where our story starts, also Taylor helped by making this the first single): I will start by saying this song has numerous ties to Taylor’s life. “Vintage tee” references her 1989 era, “sequined smile, black lipstick, sensual politics” references her reputation era. This is Betty speaking, but Betty resembles Taylor a lot. And Betty is young and intelligent “when you are young they assume you know nothing.” Then we have “I knew you” immediately after “they assume you know nothing,” so Betty knows James is going to cheat on her. “Dancin’ in your Levis” sounds a lot like “dark jeans and you Nikes” from Delicate, so this resembles Taylor and Joe again. Taylor was obviously in a low time when she met Joe, feeling like “an old cardigan” but Joe saved her. Here, we learn that Betty was insecure and the attention from James made her feel loved. Then she references the cheating, foreshadowing the whole story “chase two girls, lose the one.” James cheats on Betty, and loses the one (a reference to the mistress, who James does not end up with. James and Betty end up getting married, but the mistress feels like James was her 1. This is also a reference to how James continues to cheat on Betty during their marriage and Betty leaves him, so he loses the one. Remember the difference in writing between the 1 and the one because it comes up in hoax, differentiating Betty and the mistress). “Playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends...once in twenty lifetimes” is still part of Betty and James’s story, the wonderful beginning of their relationship, but resembles Taylor and Joe secretly dating. Especially the “twenty lifetimes” part which is eerily reminiscent of “twenty seconds or twenty years” from Lover. “Kiss in cars and downtown bars” is also like Delicate again, and Joe clearly drew stars around Taylors scars. Betty is “bleeding now though, because James ends up cheating on her after having healed her. Betty saw that it would happen all along, and “tried to change the ending” by giving him multiple chances. “The ending”/“film”/“movie” will come up a lot. Betty takes James back because she knew that if she didn’t, James would “haunt all of my what-ifs.” She also knows she’d “curse him for the longest time,” which will come up again too. James comes back after cheating on Betty the first time (the events of the song betty) and is standing on her front porch.

mirrorball (Betty): This song is from Betty’s perspective, an innocent girl at a school dance who is highly insecure. She is on her “tallest tiptoes,” showing that she is balancing and about to fall over. We know this is Betty because she is ”spinning” on her “highest heels,” as referenced in the song cardigan. (There is also a reference to James being “the master of spin,” in mad woman, showing that she had fallen into his trap.) We know Betty will “change everything” about herself to fit in or make things work, showing her insecurity, vulnerability, and tendency to self-silence. So we can also see that she will take James back in the future even though she knows “the end is near.” “The end is near” because this is “where it all went wrong,” as James says in the song betty in reference to this dance. James stands her up (or so she thinks) at the dance, (“Your favorite song was playing, From the far side of the gym, I was nowhere to be found, I hate the crowds, you know that, Plus, I saw you dance with him” is James’s perspective of this event). So Betty dances with another guy, “trying everything to keep you looking at me.” So she is trying to make James jealous and prevent him from leaving or cheating on her, which she knows is about to happen (remember, she is intelligent/can see the future as stated in cardigan). We see that she is on a “tightrope,” showing the danger and fragility of her and the relationship. Now this next part is extremely important: “I’m still a believer but I don’t know why… all I do is try, try, try.” This will come up in hoax and this is me trying. It also shows her willingness to try to make this work when she knows it won’t.

august (the mistress): This song opens with “salt air, rust on your door,” two images that easily fit into a teenagers house in the summer. Keep in mind that “rust” comes up again in this is me trying and “salt air” could be a reference to the Rhode Island house, but we’ll worry about that later. I won’t stay long on this song because it is obviously the first affair when James cheats on Betty with the mistress. We see the car that’s referenced in Betty, blah blah blah. The mistress was living “for the hope of it all,” a clue that she is the singer of the 1.

betty (James): 17 year old James shows up asking for forgiveness from Betty after cheating on her in august with the mistress. James clearly really cares about Betty “When I passed your house it’s like I couldn’t breathe,” “I know I miss you,” “slept next to her but I dreamt of you all summer long,” and he’s planned this moment in his head. Hear is the first image of someone walking up to a door/waiting at a door and someone at a party that somehow doesn’t belong. I’m still a bit confused on these images because they repeat with different contexts and possible characters/scenarios… but this thing might not be a linear story so it’s okay. Important to note here: James did not know if Betty would take him back or tell him to go fuck himself. Betty, whose character we know to be insecure and overly forgiving, is obviously going to take him back, but James is terrible at reading her mind.

the 1 (the mistress, after James and Betty get married): “The greatest films of all time were never made,” is another reference to the “film,” “movie,” what have you. This film was NOT made though, referencing the mistress and James who never had a real relationship. It’s not that this film didn’t have an ending, it’s that it never existed at all. The mistress says James is “Having adventures on your own, you meet some woman on the internet and take her home.” This is not a reference to the woman whom James marries, but the extra-marital adventures he is having despite being married. The mistress used to be a part of these adventures, but now she’s not only not the wife, she’s not even the mistress. Further clues that this isn’t Betty: “We never painted by the numbers baby,” indicating that their relationship didn’t follow the rules. Also “roaring twenties,” could be a reference to august slipping “away like a bottle of wine.” But instead, the rosé is “flowing with your chosen family.”

illicit affairs (James, cheating on Betty during their marriage): Why “illicit” and not just “affairs”? Because Betty and James are now married, so this is even worse than him cheating on her when they were dating/together in high school. This song is much more adult and scary/paranoid than august or betty. This affair is serious and secretive and dangerous. “Keep your head down, “Tell your friends you were out for a run” have much more terrified tones than the way the first affair was talked about. James is an adult, this is during his marriage, and we know it’s him because he has cheated before, is still having “adventures” with an internet woman, and breaks the multiple chances that Betty gives him (evidence coming soon). Still trying to figure out “what started in beautiful rooms ends with meetings in parking lots.” Could be a reference to the second affair beginning in the rhode island mansion, but the timing doesn’t work out. ��Meetings in parking lots” parallels “meet me behind the mall,” but that’s all I got. Now we have “a drug that only worked the first few hundred times,” proving that James keeps cheating and cheating. We also have “stolen stares, they show their truth one single time but they lie and they lie and they lie.” James tells Betty the truth about cheating once, during the events of betty. Then he continues to cheat and lie to her. He does this “a million little times,” mirroring the “million pieces” that Betty knows she will break into (when she falls off the tightrope) during mirrorball. It hasn’t been said yet, but Betty knows James is cheating and begins to mentally breakdown, becoming an alcoholic and almost committing suicide (see exile, this is me trying, and hoax for evidence, but I’m also not sure about the timeline).

exile (James, after Betty leaves him): It starts with James reliving the events of mirrorball in his head, watching her dance with the other guy, leaving him out in the hall with all his love (“I can see you standing, honey, With his arms around your body”). James has “seen this film before “and “didn’t like the ending” because he cheated on her and then she broke up with him (the first time). “You’re not my homeland anymore” and he is in “exile.” Betty cut him out and we see that James thinks of Betty as home (this will come up in my tears ricochet). Betty has given James “second, third, and hundredth chances,” showing that she did forgive him and he continued to cheat and she knew. Betty, who was walking on a “tightrope” earlier, falls on breaking branches and saying “those eyes add insult to injury,” referencing the stares from illicit affairs. James is blind-sighted by Betty leaving (remember during the events of betty, James is bad at reading her mind) “you never gave a warning sign.” Immediately after, Betty responds saying “I gave so many signs,” referencing her mental struggle and alcoholism? (coming in this is me trying) that he somehow never noticed. There is proof this is about James cheating because James says “I couldn’t turn things around…”

TLGAD (Betty/Rebekah Harkness, the timing I’m not sure of but I’ll explain): So this song is about Rebekah Harkness, which you can Wikipedia or Google to prove. Rebekah also went by Betty (Taylor’s mind wtf). Rebekah is a “middle-class divorcée, so she has left James at the time of this song and now lives in the Rhode Island mansion. She gets married again “the wedding was charming.” Then he mysteriously dies “it must have been her fault his heart gave out.” The words “loudest,” “shameless,” and “madest” appear in this song, so this is the woman from mad woman. Rebekah/Betty quickly “gave up” on the Rhode Island set, giving up on her new life/husband, throwing huge parties with her “Bitch Pack friends” where the pools are filled with champagne (sounds like reputation Taylor doesn’t it?). But this crazy woman is also known to be “seen on occasion pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight sea” (see hoax and this is me trying). Then it becomes Taylor, who reveals that the Rhode Island house is now her Rhode Island house, and who draws connections between herself and Rebekah/Betty ruining everything. (From now on, I will refer to Rebekah/Betty as only Betty again.)

hoax (Betty suring the events of TLGAD): “My only one,” is a reference to James, the only man she ever loved. (Remember the 1 vs the one I talked about in cardigan? Also it doesn’t seem like she loved her second husband.) “This had broken me down,” refers to her mental downfall resulting in her alcoholism, leaving James, going wild at the Rhode Island house, and eventually ending up on the cliffside (Betty said in mirrorball when she breaks it’s in a million pieces). “Twisted knife,” is James stabbing her in the back by cheating multiple times. “Sleepless nights,” are the nights she has spent without him since, and are later referenced in my tears ricochet. She “stood on the cliffside screaming “Give me a reason.” She’s the woman from TLGAD and she’s so heartbroken without James that she almost kills herself. She still believes her and James could be together “Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in.” (Remember “I’m still a believer but I don’t know why” from cardigan?) Then we have a reason for why she goes back to James even when he has cheated on her “Don't want no other shade of blue but you, No other sadness in the world would do.” She’d rather be with a faithless lover than alone. Here comes her statement of blame: “I am ash from your fire,” which will come up in my tears ricochet. The “hero” from the “movie” comes back too: “You knew the hero died so what’s the movie for? You knew it still hurts underneath my scars.” We said that the movie is Betty and James’s relationship, but Betty knows that her old self, pure Betty, is dead (the old Taylor is dead? hmmmm). Then I get confused, “You knew the password so I let you in the door.” Could this be a reference to the first time James comes back to her and asks for forgiveness during the events of betty? Could the pure Betty/hero have died during the first affair, but is so insecure (which James knows, since he knows the password) that she lets him come back anyway? Also “scars,” anyone? That shit’s from cardigan too.

this is me trying (Betty, who comes back to James? Most of the events take place earlier in the story, but we need put the song here because she is reflecting back). So I’m struggling with when she became an alcoholic. Maybe it is after she left James and went to Rhode Island, because she says “I’ve been having a hard time adjusting.” This is Betty because she had the “shiniest wheels,” calling back to her being a shiny mirrorball. She has left James, but is going back to him “I didn’t know if you’d care that I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that.” She regrets leaving James, a CHEATER. This must be Betty, who gives this guy so many chances and still loves him despite him destroying her. Now Betty is “here in your doorway.” She says, “this is me trying” to make things work, to pick herself up again (Remember “all I do is try, try, try” from cardigan?). Then we have “all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential” which resembles people calling her crazy in TLGAD and her new life being thrown away because she was mentally unstable. Keep “my words shoot to kill when I’m mad,” in mind for later. Betty was destined for a good life, being ahead of the curve and a sphere (mirrorball?) but she breaks and turns to a stranger (husband 2?). Then we know during her Rhode Island parties, she was thinking about James the whole time: “And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound, It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you, You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town.” Hello… “film,” “town,” “the one,” and “wound!” Then… “at least I’m trying,” because JAMES ISN’T TRYING HE KEEPS CHEATING!!! But Betty is back with James. (There is no happy ending though, because the “hero” is dead and Betty’s mental stability isn’t coming back.)

mad woman (Betty, after she is back with James): This has to be after TLGAD/this is me trying but before my tears ricochet. Betty goes back, but the relationship isn’t going to work. Betty is a mad woman: “Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill, and you know I will.” (like “my words shoot to kill when I’m mad” from this is me trying). Then we have “What do you sing on your drive home?” referencing the cars, affairs, and how when Betty is in the car, she stops at the lookout/cliffside instead of having affairs. Then we see Betty is mad… she asks if James sees “my face in the neighbor’s lawn?” as if she is spying on him? Or is she talking about the dog she dyed green, who represents the fact that she has gone mad? (They are at the Rhode Island house.) Then we see the callback to the first time James cheated when he was cared Betty would tell himm to fuck himself, but this time, Betty as a mad woman says “fuck you forever.” Now Betty is the one on fire “I breathe flames.” Then I get confused again. Betty says “It's obvious that wanting me dead, Has really brought you two together.” Obviously James is cheating again, but is this Betty being mad and over paranoid? James definitely doesn’t want Betty dead, which we see in my tears ricochet. I think this shows that Betty is really unhinged. Further proof that this is Betty and James: “I’m taking my time,” means she’s playing the “good” wife again, but the “master of spin has a couple of side flings.”

my tears ricochet (James is dead, and Betty is at his wake, but also Taylor and Big Machine Records): “Weeping in a sunlit room” could be a reference to the fact that they are in Rhode Island (“it was sunny” from TLGAD). James, who speaks from the grave, says “If I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too,” saying that while he did something wrong, Betty is going to suffer too (for killing him? Also remember “I am ash from your fire,” from hoax). James acknowledges his wrongs, but indicates that Betty, as a mad woman, did something even worse: “And if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day.” So yeah, James is an asshole, but apparently he did care for Betty. James “didn’t have it in myself to go with grace,” so he cheated right up until the end. James is “dead to” Betty, who is clearly done with him for cheating all this time, but Betty is “at the wake” (because all this time, she really wanted things to work out too?). Betty is “cursing my name, wishing I stayed,” in reference to wishing James had never cheated and Betty knowing she’d “curse him for the longest time,” as stated in cardigan. James is dead and Betty is alive because the living character is wearing “the same jewels that I gave you,” right after the song mentions “diamonds.” Proof that her former husband is dead. (This doesn’t seem like husband #2 at all, especially because the dead character, James, says “I can go anywhere I want, just not home,” which sounds like a clear reference to exile to me.) He also says “when you can’t sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies,” referencing “sleepless nights” from hoax, and the “lullabies” he should have sang her but that went to mistresses instead, hence being “stolen.” Then he says “You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same...drunk on this pain,” which sounds like him saying that Betty goes into a downward spiral (being a mad woman). And Betty, at least old, pure Betty, dies too, since James’s tears ricochet. (I’ve also read a theory that this is about Taylor’s struggle with Big Machine, but I can’t find that post.)

Anyway, I know some things don’t make sense. I’ve been writing this for five hours straight. This is just one interpretation. folklore is beautiful and Taylor is a masterpiece. Thanks for reading!

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zodiyack · 4 years

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One Of Us

Requested by anon: Hi 💙 could you do a peaky blinders x brother reader where the brother feels left out and goes and does something stupid and the others have to save him but it ends with fluff?? I love your writing so much btw 💙💙

Pairing: Shelby Family & Gray Family + Brother!/Cousin!Male!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, (slight?)angst, fluff, me not proof-reading

Words: 1,937

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

“Y/n- Y/n- Y/n! I don’t see why you have to do this-” Polly pleaded, attempting to block the door and prevent her nephew from leaving.

“Aunt Pol...They never include me. Think I’m not man enough probably, but I’ll prove them wrong.” He held his aunt’s hands. “I’m old enough. Man enough. I’m gonna show my big brothers that I can do it. I promise, I’ll be safe.”

“B-but... Tommy’ll kill me if I let you go. I would kill me if I let you go,” she chuckled, “I can’t just...”

“You’re right.” Y/n hugged his aunt before picking her up and turning around so she was on the opposite side of him and the door. “You can’t. But I can. Goodbye Pol.”

Only three hours ago Y/n and Polly were at the front door. Two hours ago, the boys returned. One hour ago, Tommy had found out. And now, they were discussing what to do or where Y/n even went.

“For fuck’s sake, Pol! All you had to do was watch him!”

Polly’s face, red with tears, showed a newfound rage. “You are not my parent, Thomas! I am your elder, I am your Aunt. Yes, I was supposed to watch him, but you- You will never boss me around like that. Especially when your brother is fucking missing.”

“How would you know if he’s missing or not.”

“Because. He told me that he was going to prove that he was man enough...whatever that means. Anyways, I happen to know that what he said indicates that he’s putting himself in danger.”

Tommy drank straight from the bottle in his hands, eyes wide as they scanned the room. He tried to focus on something else, to get drunk and distracted, but as much as he denied it; his aunt was right. “Get John and Ar-”

She slapped him, earning a bewildered look from her nephew. “I said not to tell me what to do.”

“Go. Get. John. And. Arthur.” Tom groaned and rested his face in his hands, “Trust me, you’re going to want to listen to me, Pol.” He didn’t even have to look up to know that she’d left the room; the door slamming shut and her heels clacking against the floor until they faded out.

The two brothers he’d instructed his aunt to get rushed into the room within about five minutes, panting for breath after running throughout Tommy’s home. He explained the situation to them, “So for whatever reason, our little brother had decided to do something. As for what he’s done... I haven’t a clue.”

“Maybe he went to a bar?”

“Polly said his last words to her before he left had something to do with ‘proving he was man enough.’”

“Man enough?” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You reckon he went to go 'become a man’?” John cackled, elbowing his oldest brother and wiggling his brows. Tommy rolled his eyes as he walked over and flicked his younger brother in the ear. “Ouch! Fuck off, Tom!”

“Our younger brother’s sex-life is nothing of our business, and I highly doubt he’d do something like that to prove a point to us...” Tommy walked back to his chair and sat back down. He rested an elbow on his desk and his face upon his fist, thinking.

But that was it.

“Wait...”

“What is it Tommy?” Arthur and John were pulled from their own trances of thought with eagerness to hear what Thomas had to say.

“That’s it.” He stood up. “He wouldn’t do something like that to prove a point to us, but he’d do some other stuff...we just have to think like him.”

John’s head turned to Arthur, the older brother’s actions following his younger’s, as their eyes bulged with realization. “Remember that one time?” John started, catching both his brother’s attention. “At Ada’s party? Y/n was being pushed around by some of Ada’s friends, as well as Ada, so he ran off and hid?”

Arthur’s eyes lit up as he was pulled into the memory, “We all teamed up and thought about the last time he’d hidden and how he strategized.”

“And then we found him, in mother’s closet, huddled in a ball.” Tommy finished, a small smile gracing his features while he reminisced. “He always finds something comfortable and safe in his own opinion. And if he wants to prove something to us, he’ll stay in his comfort zone but step out of ours.”

The three of them held the silence, feeling lost in the childhood euphoria before Ada spoke up from the doorway, startling her brothers slightly. “Richmond.”

“What?”

“One of the people we’re going against with race bets. Felix Richmond. I remember Y/n telling me how, and I quote, ‘fucking stupid Richmond is if he thinks he can go against the Shelbys.’ Then he told me he could take on the man. I thought he was kidding but...“

Polly scoffed as she approached the door, stealing the cigarette from her niece’s fingers and placing it between her own lips. “You’ve got to teach that boy that we are not indestructible.”

“Nah, he’s right.”

“Right,” Ada snatched her cigarette back, ignoring the glare she received from her aunt, “and probably dead.”

“Key word, little sister. Probably.” Arthur winked teasingly as he shrugged his coat on, the other two Shelby brother’s doing the same.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“To rescue our idiot of a little brother.” Thomas walked to his aunt and grabbed her shoulders. “I promise you, aunt Pol, I’ll come back with him.”

“You better.”

They walked into the mansion, guided by two men with very large and very threatening guns. John couldn’t keep his hands to himself as he followed behind, resulting in him getting nudged by the end of one of the guns.

“Tommy! Arthur! John! My least favorite Shelbys! How are you? Wait- no, don’t answer that. Let me skip the crap, alright?” Felix cleared his throat, “Why the fuck are you here?”

“Our little brother. Really dumb, impulsive...young but acts even younger.”

“Younger?”

“Yeah, younger. Like a spoiled two year old bastard.”

“Ah!” Richmond cackled loudly, holding his stomach. “So all you Shelby boys?”

Almost as if he knew it would happen, Tommy’s arm came up, blocking Arthur from moving forward as a reaction to Richmond’s teasing. “He’s just trying to get to us, Arthur.”

“Well he’s doing a damn good job at it. Where’s our brother, you fucking bastard?”

“That wasn’t very nice.” His eyes moved to Thomas. “Tommy, do me a favor and get your ugly mutt to sit down and shut the hell up.”

Before any of the brothers could do anything about Richmond’s comment, the door behind him opened to reveal two heavily armed men carrying out Y/n, who squirmed and fought as hard as he could. His attempts managed to make him slip from their grasps, as well as give him a good shot at one of the men’s faces. He punched him, gifting him a not-so-pleasant-gift of a black eye before trying to dart down the stairs.

The man who hadn’t been hit grabbed Y/n’s collar, pulling him back harshly.

“You see, I have your brother, and I don’t think he deserves to get away from this without a punishment. He broke into my home, tried to kill me, and just assaulted one of my men.”

“Yes, and we apologize for our brother’s not so wise decisions. Now, please, let him go.” It took everything in Tommy to not pull out his gun and shoot blindly. He knew the odds were nowhere near in his favor; Richmond’s staff were heavily armed and greatly trained. Shooting even one bullet would be the dumbest decision known to man.

Felix thought for a second then scrunched his face with frustration. “Your brothers are here to retrieve you. I’m gonna give you one chance to get out of my home and never return. You got that, boy?” Y/n nodded, “Good. Don’t fuck it up.” He shoved Y/n towards his brothers and began turning and walking back through the doors, “Now get the fuck out of my house, you gypsy fucks.”

As Y/n approached his aunt and sister, his face held guilt and empathy. Polly was the first to walk up to him, her eyes glossy with tears. She didn’t speak, only started at him- checking for any injuries. Just as he was about to lean forward and hug her, she slapped him.

Y/n stumbled back, hand clasping his face as he looked back at his aunt. She furrowed her brows and began to cry before walking forward and hugging him.

Polly pulled away and allowed Ada to hug her younger brother. She shook her head and laughed, squeezing him tightly as she cried into his shoulder. “It’s okay, don’t cry Ada...you’re gonna be okay...”

“Shit, Y/n- I’m not crying because I’m sad, idiot! I’m crying because I’m happy you’re alright. I thought you went and got yourself killed!”

Y/n scratched the back of his neck nervously, Ada walking backwards to pull away from their hug. With a chuckle, he confessed the thoughts that’d been haunting him since they’d left Richmond’s mansion. “To be honest, I think I would’ve had these three not shown up.”

His aunt walked back over to them, handing each of the five a glass and filling it up. “The next time you even think of do something like that,” she paused, lifting the bottle upright and holding eye contact with Y/n, “I’ll gut you myself.”

The rest of the night went by in a blur, cheers and hugs passed around in celebration. But once again, Y/n felt left out. He knew the party was for him, but the smiles and cheery spirits...it just felt like he didn’t deserve them.

Sitting outside, he hid in plain sight while he nursed a bottle of gin. He was right next to the front doors, practically starring off into space as they world around him was flushed out. Well, as he tried to flush it out.

Tommy burst through the doors to light himself a cigarette and enjoy the fresh air, but his plans changed when he noticed his little brother and his state of absence. He chuckled, putting the unlit stick back into it’s box and walked over to the boy by the doors.

“Y/n?”

He smiled and shook his head as Y/n jumped slightly. “Y-yeah, Tommy?”

“I wanted to say...I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Y/n looked up at his brother.

“For making you feel like you didn’t belong. Like you didn’t quite fit in. Believe me, you fit in perfectly. It’s my fault you don’t feel like it though. I’m so caught up in keeping you as this little boy from before I went to war, but you’re not a little boy. You’re eighteen. Finn’s a little boy, but you’re not.”

Thomas groaned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bunched up cloth looking item, “It’s time I acknowledge that for once.” He smoothed it out, “So, how about we make a deal. You wear this and know you’re one of us,” he placed the infamous Peaky-cap on Y/n’s head, “or spend the rest of your life trying to prove something we all, including you, already know.”

He grabbed the gin from Y/n’s hand and walked to the door, stopping only for a second to deliver his younger brother a smile and a message; “You never need to prove it, but nevertheless, you’ve proved it today in more ways than one. You’ve got the Shelby spirit, brother. You’re one of us.”

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SBI d&d AU: Tommy (1)

Here it is! Tommy’s pov really put the hamster inside my brain in a splendid mood, so his story is currently split into two (might be three, depending on how much more I’m willing to indulge my craving for found family dynamics). I’m probably going to post the second part in a couple of weeks (I’m trying to stick to a schedule, but uni has started again today so who knows).

Thank you all for your likes, reblogs and comments on the last post, I really appreciate them!

Also, as some of you might already know, I’ve been working on character sheets for all of them too. I’m working on the written backgrounds at the moment, but if all goes right I should post the first one next week! Who would you want to see first: Techno, Phil, Tommy or Wilbur?

[Also I should mention, there are a handful of swears, mentions of blood and a not-so-quick description of a dagger, but not as it’s being used for anything bad. Let me know if you’d like me to highlight anything specific to make it easier to skip.]

You should kneel down soon, kiddo. The voice in his head tells him. Usually one would not have voices suggesting what to do or do not, but that was the life of Tommy since he'd agreed to eat a bloody apple and suddenly gained horns and a tail. That was just something that happened to him nowadays. But again, one was not necessarily made to follow said suggestions: he usually either ignored whatever had been said or sassed back - that was just the kind of relationship he had with his patron.

I'm not a child, old man. He answered, in his mind in order to avoid Wilbur's curious glances, and only heard a distorted chuckle in response.

I'm just trying to help you out! You should, totally, profit is guaranteed! Tommy rolled his eyes, huffing out in annoyance at both his insistence and the warped voice he was currently talking in. Go figure that, of all the demons he could have made a pact with, Tommy had chosen the most annoyingly nagging one. Who even used their godlike power to change their voices to unnatural pitches?

Come on, Tommy! Trust me on this! Come oon! The dragged out "on" was extremely aggravating, but just because his patron was bored he wasn't going to amuse him. He had more important things to do, like planning out what to do once they'd reached the apparently haunted mansion in the middle of a forest they were heading towards. If one was to ask Tommy, he'd say that it was just the job of a bunch of thieves, maybe an enchanter, using the abandoned mansion as a base of operations and scaring away wandering people. Everyone had seemed to agree with his idea - hell, even Wilbur had said it had been a good hunch!

Five ... Four ... Didn't he have some other poor soul to torture? Some unlucky fellow to trick into a deal? And was the echoey voice necessary? Did he really need to sound as if he was shouting from inside a cave?

Come on kiddo- Three ... Two ... Almost there! One ...

"ALRIGHT!" Tommy yelled out, stomping his foot down in anger, flames bursting out his hands as his eyes flashed golden and - despite what his stubbornness told him - he bent down.

He hadn't even fully bent his knees when an arrow lodged itself into his hood, which was slightly raised in respect to his head due to the quickness with which he had moved.

"Ohshit-"

"Who the fuck is attacking us?" Techno asked over him, tone impassible and as monotone as always, holding another arrow just in front of his face; he seemed more bothered by the thought that someone was trying to attack them than the fact that somebody had shot an arrow at him.

You're welcome, kid. His patron quipped, finally in his normal voice, before retreating to the back of his mind as Tommy summoned energy between his hands, ready to blast into nothingness whoever had been dumb enough to try to kill him.

Tommy wakes up one morning, and the first thing he sees is the sky. This is because, since he agreed to sell his soul for instant magical powers, he has a distinctively cumbersome pair of horns, which prevent him from sleeping on his side comfortably. A small price to pay, since honestly, who even has the time to spend years studying when you can just shake hands, eat an apple and be set for life?

Since they've stopped being a couple of stubby nubs on the side of his head, he also has to wear a pair of muffs over them, in order to avoid destroying his pillow in case he moves more than an inch while he sleeps. He's gathered enough evidence of how much damage he's able to cause to last a lifetime, so he endures Techno's chuckles at his hand-knitted, sock-looking muffs - damn Wilbur for using wool, it's not like his horns ever get cold.

Anyhow. The first thing he sees, is the sky. The second thing he sees is a knife sticking out of the ground next to his head.

Tommy stares at it, figuring he's either still dreaming or his patron has gotten better at his dream-messages - on top of annoying him during the day and giving him advices once every blue moon, he also enjoys sending him extremely cryptic messages through dreams, which Tommy usually forgets by the time he's awake.

He figures it has to be a dream, because sticking out of the ground next to his head is a perfectly clean and sharpened Technoblade Dagger. Thin, sleek, made in a peculiar metal that looks completely black at all time, as if it was capable of absorbing light. Rumors say it was forged with the core of a fallen star; others say it's made of the blood of his fallen enemies which Tommy finds extremely disgusting and definitely unpractical. The handle is simple, with no added leather - Technoblade always says that leather stains easily and is more a bother than anything actually useful.

But the thing is, that's not all.

Tied to the knife is also a string of white, orange and red strings. A small onyx bead is woven inside.

Aww, look! You got yourself- the voice in his head starts, but Tommy is quick to put a stop to it.

Shut up, this is important. He states, tone firm and serious, just like he was when he demanded his pact a few years before. His patron and him joke around and annoy each other a lot, but he knows that tone, so for the next few moments everything is quiet. Around him, the only sound is of the wind, flowing through the leaves, and the crackling fire, courtesy of Phil, who is probably preparing breakfast for all if the delicious smell wafting over is any indication. Tommy hears everything and nothing around him, while all his attention is focused on 1) the token of friendship innocently sitting next to him 2) trying not to yell out at the pure joy he is feeling right now. This is approval. This is acceptance. This is the confirmation that he is, in all ways, part of this team.

I know, kid. I'm glad you found yourself some good friends.

Tommy huffs out a breath, unable to stop himself from smiling - he does not need his patron's approval, but it is still very much appreciated. The demon's helped him a lot, in his own weird demonic way.

The warlock snatches up both items and mutters an excuse as he quickly makes his way towards the river next to their camp.

The first thing he needs to do is find a good place to keep the bracelet.

The thing is, he can't keep it on his wrist. They get into too many nasty places, he is definitely *not* going to let it get soiled by dirt, blood or sewer water - Tommy also does not want to think about the sewers ever again, but that is a rather common and expected reaction. His ankle is also not a good choice, because of all the walking and trudging in the mud they do.

He's not going to keep it in his pack either, he want it close. He's sentimental about it, sue him.

Do not even start. He thinks intensely, anticipating what his patron could have said about his previous thought, but he gets no answer. Whatever. It's better that way.

His arm, he figures, could be the best choice. The bracelet seems to be long enough for him to be able to tie it around his upper arm, and that way his shirt would keep it covered constantly. Not to mention, his cloak also rests over that area. It would be safe and sound, and nobody would be none the wiser!

Tommy sits down by the river and starts working on it: he struggles a bit with actually tying the knot to keep it in place, but after a couple of minutes he's sure it will hold.

Then, satisfied with his work, he stands up and tries to throw the knife in the air and catch it. He does end up letting out a small yelp and letting it tumble to the ground, but he's sure he'll be able to pull it off in time.

"Technoblade!" He calls out loudly, coming back to the round space they decided to call a camp for a night. The thief doesn't even look up, but he does let out a questioning "hmm?" as his ears twitch up.

"Thank you for the wonderful gift! I'll use it wisely!" Tommy exclaims, pointing the dagger straight at his face. Techno turns towards him, nonplussed, and stares at him through the dagger. A moment passes, then Techno raises an eyebrow and moves the point of the blade away from his face with his index finger.

"Great. How about you start by remembering not to point it at allies?"

"Pfft, of course, of course! It was merely a display of how much I'm already able to use it! I bet I could even defeat you, now!" He declares, turning towards Phil's already ready breakfast and digging in, ignoring Techno's rebuttal of him needing to train for many more years in order to have a chance at defeating him, and most importantly Phil's amused and endeared expression.

The druid can read him too well: he already knows. For what Tommy knows, being an elf he probably has a way of seeing the bracelet under his sleeves from like, the way the material bends around it.

But as he scarfs down his food, he's already hatching a plan. Because while he wants to flaunt his newly gained social status, he does also want to keep this ... for himself. This isn't something he wants to share with the world. The fact that he went from being an annoyingly persistent kid to a friend of Technoblade is a personal success. It's just ... His.

What he can do, instead, is brag about having one of Technoblade's daggers. And what if he exaggerates a bit on how he got it? Who's going to correct him and say that it was actually just a mean to deliver to him a friendship bracelet?

Nobody, that's who.

Of course, he needs just one test to make sure it's going to work. It takes some time, but they eventually reach a small town. Wilbur takes care of securing a room for them all, and a discount in exchange for him performing.

Then, one late evening, they're waiting for their food to be delivered at their table, and Tommy is idly playing with Techno's dagger - he has now gotten extremely better at it, and can now not only flip it in air, but also balance it on the tip of his finger.

A bulky man with a coarse looking mustache brings them their dinner, and eyes Tommy as he keeps playing.

He meets his eyes, and his plan falls into place.

"Did you know, good sir, that this is one of the infamous Technoblade's daggers? My prize for besting him in a duel."

Next to him, Wilbur chokes on his beer and spits it all over his fresh loaf of bread. Phil is laughing as he pats his back, and the bartender eyes him suspiciously, apparently ticked off by his teammates's reactions.

"Is that right?"

"Absolutely! Isn't it, Techno?"

Everyone falls silent - except for Wil, who keeps coughing up beer for a while longer - and turns towards Techno, who seems startled at the sudden amount of eyes on him. This is it, the moment of truth. Everything comes down to what Techno answers now, because this could either be Tommy's best, most glorious moment, or a simply rather awkward instance. A moment passes, then-

"Absolutely." Techno's monotone voice answers, and the suspicion on the bartender's face changes to surprise, then impressed respect as he nods towards Tommy.

"Good job, kid." He says, then leaves their table, and Tommy couldn't be happier.

The game is on.

#tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #ph1lza #sbi dnd au #sbi au #dnd au #my writing #also #jschlatt #not mentioned by name #but he's tommy's patron #it fit too well alright

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your-world-with-nct · 4 years

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— here’s my (late) halloween blurb 🎃 !! it didn’t turn out exactly how i wanted it to, but regardless i hope you enjoy <3

💌 • 3:13am

“whose idea even was this?” you scoffed, carefully avoiding the piles of reeking trash scattered all over the entrance of the dilapidated building.

“chenle’s, unfortunately,” crush!jaemin followed closely behind you, making sure you didn’t trip over any of the old timber or garbage, “one of his family members bought the land and wanted to do it up or something, but he wanted to ‘explore’ the abandoned building before it gets knocked down.”

you continued to follow the unclear path, aided solely by your phone’s dimming flashlight in one hand and jaemin’s clammy one in the other, not because you wanted to hold his hand, but just in case you lost each other.

he yelped when he heard the snap of a twig resonate in the pitch black of the night, before realising it came from under your foot, “can you please tell me why we’re here again, babe?”

“huh? o-oh!” you practically choked, almost tripping over what you assumed was the building’s entryway, your entire body shutting down and going into panic mode, “wait, didn’t you just tell me why we’re here?”

the fact that you were more alarmed by jaemin’s use of that nickname rather than, well, not making it out alive tonight, really said something about your priorities. you knew it was all platonic but, man, couldn’t he warn you next time so that you wouldn’t have a heart attack?

“nooo, that’s not what i meant,” he giggled, his blinding smile lighting up the sheer darkness that was swallowing your surroundings, “i’m just saying, i would much rather be at home right now watching a BuzzFeed Unsolved video instead of basically making my own murder documentary series or something...”

“also, be careful with these wooden planks on the floor ‘cos they’re quite old, apparently jisung stepped on one too hard and almost fell through because his foot got stuck,” he clicked his phone off, shoving it into his pocket and scrutinising every floor panel before he stepped on it.

“as if this place wasn’t dodgy enough,” you tiptoed around a pile of old firewood and books, approaching what you assumed was the said ‘room on the right’, “has some sort of cult been burning whole ass libraries in here or something?”

“hopefully not,” jaemin muttered, flinching as the floorboards creaked when you entered the room, eyeing the room for his so-called friends that were the only reason he was stuck in some haunted mansion alone on Halloween at three in morning with his crush, “uhhh, y/n, i-i don’t think anyone’s here.”

flickering your phone’s torch around the room, you saw no sign of renjun, jeno, jisung or chenle, nothing indicating that they’d even been in here, “i’m sure we just went into the wrong room, let’s try that other door—”

a shrill banshee-like screech echoed throughout the building, before the rotting wooden door of the room slammed shut, simultaneously blowing out the singular candle’s weak flame, leaving you and jaemin with the crack of moonlight streaming in through the broken stained glass window as your only light source.

this time, jaemin was the first one to cling to you, his eyes squeezed shut as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, his heavy, uneven breaths brushing over your skin, “what, what was- why did- what was that?”

“i-i don’t know, jaems,” you whispered, your throat drying out at the close contact and the tense situation, “let’s just see if the door budges first.”

as you tried to bring yourself to let go of jaemin’s embrace, his hold on you tightened, and his pout intensified, “sorry, i-i’m scared, can you take me with you?”

that’s how you ended up sluggishly shuffling towards the door with the scared boy’s arms circled around your waist. it wasn’t the most effective but as long as he felt safe, you’d do anything.

it was weird - you’d seen jaemin this affectionate before but, never this vulnerable, not even in front of his best friends - was he really comfortable enough to be like this around you? never in your life would you have thought that the most intimate moment you’d spend with the boy you liked was trapped in a century-old building in the middle of the night on the brink of, well, death.

“hey, are you okay with this? i can see you kinda moving away, you don’t have to do this, by the way, i just needed some... comfort,” at this point, jaemin had noticed your uncomfortable aura, but had yet to realise that you were simply flustered, not disgusted.

“i’m fine, jaemin, don’t worry, i’ve just never seen you this scared before, maybe i shouldn’t have forced you to come here, my curiosity got the better of me when the boys were talking about it in the group chat, but now i just wanna go home,” you admitted, your ramble being silenced when he turned around to face you, caressing your cheek. whatever you were expecting to happen tonight, it definitely wasn’t this.

“oh, y/n, the only reason i agreed to come was because i knew how excited you were and i didn’t want you to come here alone,” jaemin’s eyes flickered to the door for a split second, before focusing on you again, “which clearly wasn’t the best idea since the only person needing protection here is me.”

the both of you finally let out a much-needed laugh, temporarily forgetting that you were literally in a horror movie scenario, “well, i appreciate you coming nonetheless. except for the bit where we got stuck in a sketchy place, i actually had fun tonight exploring with you.”

“me too, babe.”

silence filled the air as you two stayed in each other’s arms, the gleam of the moonlight hitting jaemin’s face at a perfect angle and lighting up his admirable features. you didn’t know if it was the close proximity or the supernatural magic of the moon but something in you gave you a newfound courage, as you leaned in and placed your lips onto your crush’s.

you had never been more relieved when he kissed you back, so immersed in the moment that you didn’t even notice the door fling open and your friends huddling together in awe at the sight.

“see, i told you that all we needed was some extreme conditions and they’d finally do something,” renjun whispered, but not quiet enough, as you and jaemin broke apart from one another, screaming at their sudden appearance.

“you guys have been here the whole time??? wait, was that chenle screaming before? and was it you who shut the door on us?” although you would’ve liked to revel in that moment for a little longer, you finally began to piece the mystery together, confirmed with one shameless nod from jeno.

“you’re... unbelievable...” jaemin panted, trying to regain his composure, “i thought i heard jisung fake-gag before but i didn’t think it actually was you.”

the said boy hid behind his hyungs, embarrassed to be the one that got them caught, “i heard you guys saying cute and mushy stuff to each other - i couldn’t help it.”

“so, was this all one big ploy to set us up together?” you sighed when jeno gave you another soulless nod, trying to get your head around the chaos you had just experienced, “as grateful as i am, couldn’t you have done it anywhere else at any other time?”

chenle shrugged, leading your group out of the creepy building, “eh, it was a spur of the moment thing, renjun hyung made the plan, me and jisung saw this place on the way home from the park, and it worked so, you’re welcome.”

“hey! i drove them here, i contributed too,” jeno chimed in, grinning when he saw the massive smile on his best friend’s face as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“next time, if i need your help, i’ll ask for it,” jaemin rolled his eyes, nonchalantly slipping his hands into yours, earning a few whistles and whoops from the rest of the guys, “i was actually doing quite well in there.”

“were you though?” you lowered your voice so only he could hear you, hovering outside of jeno’s car whilst the boys took their seats, “i seem to recall you being a tad bit frightened in there, hmm.”

your teasing face and cute smirk was too much for jaemin to handle, “ahh, i think we can keep that between us, babe, hm? how does that sound?”

he held his pinky out, waiting for you to comply to his deal, “as long as i get to give you kisses more often like i did back there, then my lips are sealed.”

swiftly and secretly, jaemin placed a chaste kiss on your lips before sliding into the car’s backseat, “sealed with a kiss, baby.” from then on, it’s safe to say that the boys never found out that it was in fact him screaming like a little girl in there and not you.

that night, you lay in bed, snuggled under a mountain of blankets with jaemin, pondering about what your halloween could’ve been like if not for the dreamies, since you usually didn’t celebrate it.

well, halloween had never been your favourite holiday, but, maybe, just maybe, you’d give it a chance, just like you gave na jaemin a chance.

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iam93percentstardust · 4 years

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Haunted Houses

Written as a special treat for Halloween and for @tonystarkbingo

Title of Fill: Haunted Houses Collaborator: iam93percentstardust Card Number: 4012 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20504642/chapters/66707110 Square Filled: K5 - Ghosts Ship/Main Pairing: Tony&Bucky, pre-Stuckony Rating: G Major Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Past Major Character Death, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting Summary: Bucky decides that he doesn’t want to move toward the light after he dies. Instead, he settles down where he’s always lived and keeps everyone else out by haunting the place. He meets his match though in Steve, a real estate agent who’s too stubborn to give up on the house, and Tony, recently come into his inheritance and looking for a place to hide. Word Count: 1151

When Tony is twenty years old, his godfather murders his parents. That would be bad enough but Obie doesn’t stop there. First there’s his parents, and then Obie tries to go after the company, and then when Tony finds the proof he needs to have Obie convicted of double dealing, the man tries to have him murdered too. By the time Obie’s trial is over, Tony has cut Ty out of his life, sold the mansion on Park Avenue, and had his first meeting with a realtor too hot to be allowed.

“So Tony, what dream home are you interested in?” Steve, the realtor too hot to have such a boring name, asks him.

Tony fingers the corners of the photo he’d tucked into his wallet. He’d found the picture a couple weeks ago when he had been going through his mom’s things. It’s a picture of him when he’d been much younger holding hands with someone invisible. It had stirred something in his memory, some vague thoughts of a brownstone that he and his mom had escaped to whenever Howard had been in one of his moods. He had flipped the picture over to see a caption on the back in his mom’s neat penmanship: Tony and Bucky at the house on Rose Street. That’s right: Bucky and the only happy memories of Tony’s childhood.

“A brownstone,” he tells Steve, the too hot realtor. He doesn’t want to sound like he already has the house he wants in mind. He draws a circle on Steve’s map in a wide radius around Stark Tower. He’s pretty fortunate that the brownstone isn’t too far from either his parents’ mansion or the tower, although, now that he’s thinking about it, maybe that’s why his mom had picked this one over all others. “Around this area.”

Steve looks at it, humming doubtfully. “Lot of retirees in this area. Might not be a whole lot of places up for sale,” he says and then hurries to reassure him, “But I’ll see what I can do!”

“I don’t much like people,” Bucky says, helping Tony put the next Lego on his tower.

“You like me,” Tony points out.

Bucky gives him a broad grin. “That’s cause you’re my Tony Cat. You’re special.”

If Bucky is still anything like how he used to be, he’d be willing to bet that house is up for sale again, or will be soon. Ghosts can be vicious little monsters when they want to be. There’s a reason there are all those PSAs on what to do if you’ve got a stubborn ghost living in your house.

A wave of doubt rushes over him. Sure Bucky had liked him back then but that was then. This is now. He’s not the same little boy he used to be and he definitely remembers Bucky telling him once that it’s adults that he really doesn’t like. For all he knows, Bucky has forgotten all about him. Maybe Bucky has a dozen small children that he’s treated like they’re special over the years. Howard’s told him often enough that he isn’t special. Maybe it’s time he believes it.

But…

He thinks back over the memories he’d shared with Bucky, the peace he had felt every time he so much as stepped foot inside the door of the brownstone, and makes his decision. No, Bucky might not remember him but this is what he needs right now. He’s tired, exhausted after the long months of dealing with Obie, Ty, and SI. He needs a break away from it all and since he can’t actually take a holiday without causing a stock market crash, being able to have his own little hideaway is perfect.

“That’s all I ask for,” he says quietly and ducks away to hide a blush when Steve smiles at him.

Steve takes him to five houses before they finally end up at Bucky’s brownstone on Rose Street. Tony has managed to find something wrong with all of the other houses except for one and that one, he was able to be sufficiently lackluster about that Steve had made a frustrated sound, promised him that they would find his perfect house, and dragged him away.

“That last place was okay,” he protests quietly as Steve guides him up the steps of Bucky’s brownstone with a hand on the small of his back. Steve’s hand is bleeding warmth through his jacket, even in the late autumn chill, and he finds himself pressing back into it.

Easy boy, you just got over Ty.

“It wasn’t okay, you didn’t even look at the breakfast nook,” Steve informs him. “I’m going to find you a house you’ll actually love.”

Steve sticks the key in the lock and opens the door, his friendly smile immediately dropping into a sharp glare as he catches sight of something inside the house. Tony frowns curiously, trying to shift into a position where he could see the inside but he can’t.

“I’m not gonna lie to you. This house comes with a ghost but Bucky’s a real sweetheart long as you treat him right,” Steve tells him as he steps aside, letting Tony into the house.

Almost immediately, Tony is awash with memories of a time when things were better, simpler even. A time when he had spent all of his free time with his mom, playing with Bucky, never thinking about having to impress Howard or placating shareholders or having to keep an eye out over his shoulder for Obie’s assassins.

“I don’t care,” he says softly, looking around the foyer for Bucky.

And there he is, gently letting go of a lamp that looks like it’s been repaired several times. So that’s what Bucky does to people he doesn’t like; he does a poltergeist routine. It doesn’t really surprise him. Tony remembers Bucky having a bit of a mischievous streak when he’d been a child. He bites back a smile.

“Hi,” Bucky says, his outline abruptly solidifying the way it does when he goes from invisible to visible. Tony wonders if Steve can see Bucky when he’s invisible too or if he’d been glaring at what must have looked like a floating lamp.

“Hey,” he murmurs. There’s no indication that Bucky remembers him even the slightest bit and he bites back a wince. He’d told himself not to get his hopes up, hadn’t he?

He keeps an eye on Bucky as Steve shows him around the house. It’s the same as he remembers it, just a little more musty, and his resolve firms with every step he takes. So maybe Bucky doesn’t remember him. That’s okay, they can become friends again. This house is exactly what he needs.

“I’ll take it,” he says, startling Steve.

“I—really?” Steve asks, shooting a glance at Bucky, who nods. He wonders what that’s all about.

“Yeah,” Tony says, nodding resolutely. “I’ll take it.”

#stuckony #pre-relationship #alle writes #tsbmiv #if you like please consider reblogging

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dhwty-writes · 3 years

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Dreams

Merry Christmas, everyone! This is my contribution for the @thewitchersecretsanta for @heyabooboo on tumblr.

My thanks also go to @contemplativepancakes, who betaed this fic for me. Thank you for your patience while I was still writing this <3 You guys should also definitely go check out her work, I love it to pieces!

Anyways, I shouldn't bore you too much. Let me just say one last thing: I think this is the most well thought-out piece of fiction I have written in my entire life. I have weighed every words of this five times at least. I hope you guys like it.

Have fun reading!

Summary: Geralt takes on a contract to investigate some spectral activity in a haunted ruin. As it happens, he disturbs the residence of a powerful being, that traps his soul in a nefarious netherworld. Jaskier, local bard with no sense of self preservation, does the obvious and follows him, trying to parse information from talking plants and braving unspeakable horrors in order to bargain for his witcher's soul. If only that were as easy as it sounded.

Moodboard by the amazing @petrificustotaluss

Warnings: Rated T. Canon-typical violence

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It was a serene and sunny day when the witcher scaled the hill to the abandoned mansion. It shouldn't have been, by any rights; neither day nor sunshine quite set the scene for a monster hunter to come slay to his prey. Alas, Weather does what they want rather than what they should—most of the time they are too busy laughing at humans they catch by surprise, to notice another one of their storms escaping anyways— and neither of that is to set a picturesque scene for a murder to take place.

Well, not necessarily a murder; that might, admittedly, be a bit crass. An eviction, rather, though the witcher did know yet that was what he was about to do. He simply marched up there, convinced that he would do some light reconnaissance and then return to the bard he had left behind. He was so adamant in his conviction, even, that he simply couldn't imagine anything else.

Geralt of Rivia slid from his saddle and pat Roach on the side of her neck. "Good girl," he muttered as he tied her reins to the withered remains of a tree on a field of dried grass.

He stepped back to retrieve his sword from her saddle and heard the telltale sign of a dried-up flower crushed beneath his boot. Geralt lifted it. It was a dandelion. He cursed internally. Were he a superstitious man, he might’ve thought it a bad sign. He wasn’t, though, so he knew it to be a bad sign.

Nothing good ever came from places where not even weeds could stubbornly cling to life. It usually meant that nothing would stay alive—or dead— for very long either. He'd have to be fast. 'A quick look around and I can go back to Jaskier,' he promised himself, the only silver lining on the horizon of this shitty day.

With a grunt he went to the road that led towards the ruin looming up above him, taking in every detail of his surroundings. The tree Roach was tied to seemed to have belonged to a grove, considering how systematically the husks of the trees were arranged. 'Like gnarled fingers trying to reach for the sky.'

Geralt huffed. Jaskier was rubbing off on him again. The collapsed stone wall lining it was another strong indicator that once there had been someone tending to the woods. 'A cemetery?' he wondered. It might be a strong start...

He stepped past the large erratic to his left to vault over the crumbling wall. He had barely taken two steps when a dark shadow fell over him. He looked up to see the sun inching closer and closer to the horizon. A shiver ran down Geralt's back. ‘So late already?’ He had barely set out an hour ago, he was sure of it. And yet— something moved to his right and his medallion vibrated. “Fuck,” he cursed. He didn’t like this at all.

Still, he had come here for a reason, so he turned away from the deserted grove and headed to the ruin. It wasn’t a large ruin, by any means, barely three walls standing. The first floor was completely decayed, so he didn’t have to check that, at least. In less than an hour he’d be done.

That didn’t alleviate the uneasy feeling in the slightest. With each step it seemed like the temperatures dropped further. By the time he reached the facade his breaths were visible in white clouds, mingling with the fog drifting up from the ground. The weather was changing entirely too fast for his liking.

Slowly, Geralt stepped over the threshold into the broken mansion. He kept his eyes on the fog the whole time. The tendrils were thicker now, larger than any snake he'd ever seen as they slithered across the rotten floor. 'I should turn around,' he thought. He knew he should turn around. Still, he kept moving further into the mist.

A movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. His head snapped around. One of the wisps rose above the ground, twisting and twirling to a melody he couldn't hear. "The fuck," Geralt grunted and reached for his sword.

He regretted taking the contract already. It was a fool's errand, and he had known it to be. But coin was scarce these days and he had to make do. Even if it meant investigating haunted ruins that made his medallion nearly jump off his chest.

The shrill sound of rusty door-hinges made him twirl around. He was met with an inscrutable wall of fog. "Shit." His sword was in his hand before he could even think about it. A gentle gust of wind swept through the ruin, as if the air itself around him heaved a breath of relief. 'I have to get out of here.'

He turned towards where he had entered and bolted; not quite running, but almost. He hit the wall face-first. "Fuck!" he cursed, holding his bleeding nose.

An all-too-familiar laugh rang through the silence. "Fuckin' idiot!"

"Lambert?" he groaned as he raised his hands to set his own nose. It hurt like a bitch.

"Who else, you bastard?" his arsehole brother answered.

"Where are you?" Geralt wanted to know, feeling blindly for his sword. 'Fuck.' Why had he dropped it? It had been stupid to drop it. He knew better than that. He was a witcher, for fuck’s sake.

"Right behind you!" Lambert laughed again. He was probably within a punchable distance.

Geralt found the grip of his sword and whirled around, coming face to face with... fog. Nothing but fog. "Lambert?" he asked, desperately. No answer. "Lambert!" He waved his hand, a futile attempt to disperse the mist, and squinted, as if that would do anything. Of course, it didn't.

There is something to be said about the eyesight of mortals, and that is that every single one of them possesses a truly despicable one. So, it shouldn't come as a surprise that when the witcher blinked and tried to focus his vision, he did not see anything he hadn't seen before; which was nothing at all.

A quiet groan rippled through the dark, and Geralt stumbled forward before he even knew what he was doing. "Eskel," he gasped desperately, trying to follow the ragged breathing. He’d know that sound everywhere, he had heard it far too often already. "Eskel, where are you, I'm coming," he promised, while the maddening mantra of 'I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't.' kept fluttering through his head. He knew exactly what he would find, Eskel with his face slashed open, bleeding and barely breathing. 'I can't do it again, I can't, I can't, I can't.'

"No!" the high-pitched shriek made him halt in his stumbling, nearly doubling over. "Get out!"

"Yenna," he breathed. He vaguely realised that the world was spinning around him and fought the instinct to throw up.

"No, help!" she screamed again.

"Yennefer!" he shouted in response. "Where are you?"

A woeful giggle swept past him, one that might've belonged to a child or a giant or something else entirely.

"Did I not train you well?" a weak voice, that barely sounded like Vesemir, coughed. "Is your sword your only weapon?"

"N-no," he stammered and raised his trembling hand. He willed his fingers to bend; each movement was pure agony. After half an eternity his hand formed the sign of Aard and the fog dispersed.

Never in his life had he regretted anything more. "No-" he choked out weakly as his knees hit the blood-slick floor. "No!" He could barely comprehend what lay before him, only that they were dead dead dead, all of them, gone, dead, their blood soaking him to the bone.

"What happened?" he whispered, whimpered, wailed. There was an uncomfortable feeling coiling in his gut. It was something important, he knew. Something he should do. Somewhere he should go. Someone he still missed. But whatever it was, there was a thick fog clouding his mind that he could not see through.

"You failed me," Yennefer answered, rising from her last resting-place. With each movement her broken bones popped back into place. But there was nothing to be done about her torn-up chest; nothing to be done about her empty eyes, picked clean by the crows long ago, full of accusations.

"And me," Eskel agreed, blood trickling from the gashes on his face. And his legs. And his arms. And his guts. There was not much to trickle left.

"And me," said Lambert's head where it lay inches from his torso. Two swords protruded from his body, one silver and one steel. They had stripped him naked save for the medallion around his neck, a snarling cat where there should have been a wolf.

"You failed all of us," Vesemir rasped, lying limp on his deathbed. After months of sickness and starvation, he could count every bone on his body. But it was the garrotte that had been his end.

"Who did this?" he gasped.

"You did," they answered in unison.

"Me?"

A shadow giggled and caressed his cheek. "Of course, you," a velvety voice answered. "It’s what you do. Butcher. Hunter. Priest. You brought war to my peace."

He groaned quietly, desperate to lean into the touch. When he did, he nearly toppled over. He caught himself inches from the ground. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. "Who are you?"

"Who am I? That answer's not yet due," the strange voice answered; wisps of fog danced, curled together, formed what might have been a body. "The real query is: who are you?"

"I-" He inhaled sharply as realisation hit him. "I'm- missing someone."

"Missing someone, are we?" The shadow giggled. "Pray tell, who might that be?"

He did not want to answer. He didn't. Still, he said: "Where's- Jaskier!" Fear closed its icy fist around his heart. True fear, that was paralyzing, numbing, horrible. He wanted to do something, wanted to— he didn’t know. His hands were shaking too much.

"Geralt!" a bard’s piercing scream ripped through the eerie silence.

The sinister giggle rang again; a wisp of fog caressed his shoulder. Suddenly, there was light. So much light, it was overwhelming after the all-encompassing darkness of the fog. He screamed in pain, trying to avert his gaze, trying to flee— but he couldn’t.

"There you are," a smile spread on what might’ve been the creature’s face as they bent down, their mouth dragging across the shell of his ear, "Geralt."

#my writing #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geraskier fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #geraltxjaskier #geralt/jaskier #eskel #lambert #vesemir #yennefer of vengerberg #For You I'll Always Wait #FYIAW #the witcher secret santa

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bisexualklausmikaelson · 3 years

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maybe you were the ocean, when i was just a stone (6/?)

a/n: I can't believe I'm revamping this fic but I'm revamping this fic - it will be uploaded on ao3 as well, I will not be updating it on ffn.

xvi: we could open windows -

Klaus isn't one for love triangles - he's not even one for love.

He's counted less than a handful of times where he has allowed himself to feel close enough to someone outside of his siblings to even call it that.

At most, this was just an infatuation of sorts, it must be.

Because he just couldn't fathom liking the same girl as his younger brother.

"Nik," Kol releases, as soon as he sees him. "Where have you been?" He wonders, realizing how he hadn't seen his brother for quite a few hours.

Klaus stammers, being uncomfortable with the memory of his biological father and his offer to stay with him. "I had a few errands to run," he nervously says.

Errands? Kol thinks, unable to remember the last time Klaus had been this responsible about his chores.

He observes them both carefully - how well Kol is dressed and how pretty Hayley's dress is. "I take it you both just came back from dinner with mother and father," Klaus concludes.

Kol and Hayley share a look, feeling a bit awkward about the whole situation.

"Yes," Kol nods. "I was just about to ask Hayley how she was feeling about everything," he says, shyly.

Klaus places a finger on his chin, pondering. "That's strangely considerate of you," he realizes just how much his brother is changing in the short amount of time that he's known Hayley.

It's unexpected, but he feels a smidge of jealousy.

"Hayley," Kol goes on, interrupting Klaus' thoughts. The girl looks at him while playing with a strand of her hair. "Did our parents say or do anything to make you uncomfortable?" he asks.

She thinks back to Esther's kindness, how close she felt to her just in the short time she had known her. Hayley shakes her head.

"Really?" Klaus notes, wide-eyed. "That's...surprising," he sighs, turning to his younger brother.

Kol senses an even bigger change, one deep inside himself. "Perhaps," he shrugs. "They've actually taken a liking to her?" he wonders, meeting Klaus' gaze.

The other brother focuses his vision on Hayley - how close she stands next to Kol, how comfortable she seems around him. "Maybe so," Klaus notes. "I suppose stranger things have happened," he softly says, thinking of how easily these two seem to fit together.

And how quickly their charade seemed to have become reality.

The beach calls her name - like a love song.

Hayley is restless that night, rolling around in her bed, staring at the ceiling, sweating.

Being human is still strange - it's nice not being alone or exiled by her own kind, being accepted by a lively family, having siblings - sort of anyway. But it's still all so new.

"You're awake," Henrik pops out from under her bed and scares her.

She was so busy being stressed out by her thoughts, she didn't even notice him sneaking in.

"What's wrong? Have a nightmare?" Henrik asks again, as Hayley offers him a nod of the head. He hops into bed with her, looking a little sad. "I have trouble sleeping too, bad dreams are all too common in this house, I'm afraid," he sounds so broken, all of a sudden.

Hayley knows the Mikaelson household is a lot colder than people think - despite their riches, their fame, how close the siblings seem to be, there is still so much loneliness in everyone's eyes.

She appreciates how easily Henrik bonds with her though - she's never had a younger sibling before, though she's always wanted one.

"Henrik," Cami bursts through the open door. "There you are, why are you out of bed?" she sings, joining the two.

Hayley motions for Cami to hop in but patting her hand on the sheets. She slips in beside Henrik, wrapping an arm around him.

"Cami," he whispers, "I didn't know you were still here," he adds.

"Rebekah asked me to spend the night - I'm just staying in her room," she continues. "I came out because I heard all the ruckus this little one was making," she smiles, teasing Henrik.

Hayley appreciates both their warmth - it can be quite scary sleeping in this big room, all by herself.

"I've always found this house so eerily quiet at night, you know?" Cami suddenly says.

Henrik looks at Hayley who also looks a bit scared. "We agree," he grins.

And that's the thing about the Mikaelson mansion, from the outside, it looks like this perfect palace - and once you're inside, you realize it's just feels so haunting.

(The three of them hold hands, walking together towards the balcony. They sit there for a bit, just looking out towards the beach.

"The water looks so calm tonight," Henrik comments.

"It's so strange isn't it?" Cami tells them. "Just the other day, it was raging on like a storm, now it's like a summer sea," she realizes.

Hayley looks there too, remembers her old home - the deep blue ocean, the fishes, the coral and seaweed.

Sometimes, she feels like it never really existed.

"I wonder what it's like," Henrik quips. "Way out there," he exhales, thinking more and more about the vast waters before them.

"I do too," Cami agrees - noticing how disconnected Hayley seems.

Almost as if she's been there before).

xvii: fix the fridge light and replace the phone

The sun invades Rebekah's room like an invited guest.

She finds a note on her bed, carefully written.

Such pretty hand-writing, she knows it's Cami's - so delicate and careful. Somehow, it almost makes her angrier about her early departure.

The fact that it's just so beautiful.

(Hey Rebekah, I know I know - you hate me right now but, before you send me an angry text I'll never get, just hear me out. I left something for you under your pillow, it's something I brought back from my last research trip, I hope you think of me when you wear it.

Rebekah holds back her tongue - she knows how important Cami's research is and how much value it has.

She shoves her hand under her pillow and finds a gorgeous piece of seaglass strung across a chain. It's green mixed with a bit of yellow - like Cami's eyes).

"Sister," Klaus walks in to her room with a shiny tray of freshly made pancakes, syrup, whip cream, strawberries and a warm cup of coffee. "I've brought you breakfast," he says, taking weird looks around her room.

Rebekah raises a brow as she takes the hot drink in hand. "What brings about such kindness, dear brother?" she laments.

Klaus keeps avoiding her eyes. "Can't you just thank me?" he offers.

She notices how disappointed he looks and connect the dots quite easily. This food wasn't intentionally made for her, after all. "If you're looking for Hayley," she concludes. "She woke up quite early and already had breakfast with Henrik and Kol," Rebekah tells him, recalling hearing their voices while she was half asleep, shortly after Cami had already left.

"Kol? Waking up early?" Klaus retorts. "I never thought I'd see the day," he huffs, with his hands on his hips.

His sister smiles as she starts digging in to the pancakes. "He's a changed man," she comments."Hmm, these pancakes are to die for, Nik!" She cheers, smiling.

Klaus feels that tinge of jealousy he felt earlier suddenly grow bigger. "Glad you like them," he quietly says, attempting to hide his real emotions.

Kol spends more and more time with Hayley.

He doesn't like to think that he's gotten close to her or that, somehow, she gets under his skin - it's just that, he needs to make this whole she's his girlfriend act convincing, you know? Whether that means having meals together, standing a bit closer to her than he usually does, even maybe looking deep into her eyes -

The truth is, he just really likes being around her.

She waves to Henrik as he runs off to play with some other kids he spots by the beach.

"He's very fond of you," Kol observes. "My little brother, I mean, he's usually quite shy around anyone but our family. I suppose you're part of ours now," he babbles on and he almost bites his tongue.

God, what the hell was he saying right now? He sounded like a fool - calling her his family, really? He's only known her for a little over a month!

What was wrong with him?

"Would you like to go for a swim with me?" Kol requests instead, trying to change the subject and how flustered he felt at the moment.

She offers him a bright smile, running head first into the water.

He feels a continuing flutter in his heart as he watches her shiver from the coldness of the water. Right, it was November after all - maybe not the best time for a swim but, she almost seemed like she was weirdly used to it.

Hayley warms up quickly and swishes around the water almost as if it's part of her.

"You're quite the talented swimmer, my darling," Kol compliments, joining her.

The water pushes them closer and closer to each other and his hand instinctively grazes against her cheek - her hair is wet and covering her eyes but, she can see just enough to understand that he's going for it.

He wants to kiss her.

"KOLLLL!!!"

Just then, they hear Henrik's scream.

He's afraid of water, Kol whispers, as he and Hayley swim towards him. "I'm such an idiot," he curses himself, swimming quicker. "I should've kept a better eye on him," he shouts, seeing the top of his brother's head peeking out of the waves.

Hayley swims faster than him, getting to Henrik first and lifting him up from his waist. She gives him a look, indicating that he was safe now, she was here, after all.

"Henrik!" Kol scolds, when he catches up to them. "What were you thinking? You know you could've drowned!" he shakes him back and forth, worriedly.

Hayley takes him back to the shore, covering him in a dry towel.

"I'm sorry brother," Henrik replies to Kol. "I just thought I could finally face my fear, ever since the incident that happened to Nik I -"

Kol furrows his brow - he remembers that day too, when Klaus almost drowned to death, how he was saved by some miracle. Or a mermaid, which is what Henrik claims.

He hates how his little brother still blames himself for that incident.

"Do you know how much you scared me?" Kol responds, still with a stressed out tone. Hayley is taken aback, she's never seen Kol like this. "Promise me you'll never go to the water alone, ever again?" He tells him

"But Kol -"

"Promise me!"

Henrik bites his lip, he looks at Hayley who also seemed worried about his well-being. "I-" he starts. "I promise," he finally agrees as a sense of relief washes over Kol's face.

Hayley is touched by how close both the youngest Mikaelson brothers seem to be.

xviii: maybe it will fix us if we spend our lives on country roads

Klaus' balcony is filled with his old paintings. He barely uses the space there for anything else but, it does offer him a good view of the beach. He pushes the painting aside, making his way towards the edge. He notices Hayley, Kol and Henrik right away. He keeps an eye on them.

He shouldn't feel this way, he shouldn't be so angry at the fact that they're friends. At the fact that their parents accept them.

At the fact that Mikael would never scold Kol for having a girl but Klaus, he's not even allowed to smile around him.

He feels frightened - Mikael's abuse scares him. He thinks of their fight, of the scar on his cheek, where Hayley had last touched him.

Mikael had mentioned how the scar had disappeared, he wonders how it happened so quickly.

Then.

Klaus' ringtone interrupts his thoughts.

Ansel.

He thinks about his offer once again.

Is leaving truly the best option for him? His family was his everything, he can't imagine living without Elijah's laugh, or Finn's smile, Kol's shenanigans, Rebekah's kindness, Henrik's clinginess, and now, Hayley's warmth -

He puts the idea to rest for now.

He goes back to staring at the beach.

#klayley #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #to #tvd #kol mikaelson #koley #munea writes

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komaedamagines · 4 years

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How about something where Nagito’s s/o cling to his arm while walking through a haunted house?

Thanks for asking!! I swear I actually am active again, I’m just super slow when it comes to writing :’0

Horror stuff below, so if you’re sensitive to spooks then proceed with caution~

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It was Sonia’s idea to go to a haunted house, and you were NOT gonna be the only one in the class who chickens out. Plus, it’ll be nice to spend some time with your boyfriend. You and Nagito haven’t got the chance to go out anywhere recently, and even if it’s not the most romantic place to visit, it’ll still be a nice date…. right?

You should have known that Sonia would have picked one of the highest rated places in the country, of course she wouldn’t settle for cheesy actors and cardboard skulls. The attraction was set up in a mansion that was apparently the host of a couple gruesome murders hundreds of years ago. Maybe we’ll get to see some REAL ghosts! Sonia had said. You sure hoped that wasn’t the case. Your group was let through in small chunks, for “a more personalized experience,” and you and Nagito were the last two to go through. All alone. You stayed very close by his side.

“Are you too scared? We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to,” he whispered, looking down at you with a soft smile. You sighed, considering it for a few seconds. Threats of real ghosts aside, it’s not like you could get hurt in there...

“No it’s okay,” you said, “it’ll be fun!” He gave you a kiss on your forehead and stepped forward, making sure you were close behind. The two of you stepped through the door into a bright white room full of… cocoons? Oh. Oh those were bodybags. It was like the hanging foam chunks you pushed through in playhouses as a kid, but filled with corpses and lacking in fun primary colors. The bodies inside looked so real… like they were gonna crawl out from inside at any moment. Not to mention it was impossible to see past them, so there was little indication of what horrors lie ahead. Nagito noticed your discomfort and took the lead, clearing a path for you as he pushed his way to the end of the room. You expected something to happen, someone to appear behind one of the bodies and start chasing the two of you, but after a few minutes you reached the end of the room without any trouble.

Part of you was relieved after how well the last room went, but that relief quickly left you when you stepped into the next area. Pure darkness and pure silence for a few seconds, then a ‘click’ and a flash of light that revealed a room full of crates, again, blocking you from seeing whatever is ahead. Or rather, whatever is lurking behind those boxes. Nagito seemed to be having the time of his life. He wasn’t saying anything out of respect for anyone who might still be ahead of us, but he has a wide grin on his face and is strolling casually into the darkness as if he does this every day. How does he even see? Fearing getting left behind, you grab onto his hand and stay close behind him. You can see him smiling at you during the next click of light, and he asks again if you’d like to leave. You tell him that you’re STRONG and BIG and you can make it through. You squeeze his hand tighter and proceed forward, moving slowly so you don’t run into anything.

As you get closer to the center of the room, the clicks of light happen more and more often. The clicks get faster and faster until you can almost see, your surroundings looking almost like an old film. A figure starts to slowly rise from behind a prop you didn’t see before, limbs bent at strange angles and dark eyes piercing directly into yours. You might be cutting off the circulation in Nagito’s hand but you’re not sure you care at the moment. No words could come out of your mouth but he quickly got the hint that you didn’t wanna stick around, so with a light chuckle and a squeeze of your hand he starts to run.

You don’t look back and focus on the connection between your hands, trusting him to guide you to safety as you run behind him. He takes you through a room full of spiderwebs with a very huge and very terrifying animatronic spider that lunges out at you, a room full of dolls with blank stares that turn to face you as you walk by, and a circus themed room with laughing, bleeding clowns juggling and doing tricks. By the last room you were practically clinging to him, both of your arms wrapped fully around one of his. You walk through one last excruciatingly long dark hallway and before you can even register it you’re back out in open air.

“Oh my god it’s the sky,” you say. “We’re alive!” Your legs nearly give out and you see the floor getting closer, but a hand on your chest stops your descent. Nagito pulls you back up and grabs your shoulders, steadying you.

“Are you feeling alright, love?” he asks, placing the back of his hand on your forehead and looking anxiously into your eyes.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You let yourself fall forward and he catches you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. “But let’s go somewhere more peaceful for our next outing, okay? Like, a picnic or something” You feel his chest rise and fall as he laughs.

“It’s a date.”

#Nagito Komaeda #sdr2 imagines #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #Super Danganronpa 2 #horror #body horror #spiders #animatronics #um just tagging all that to be safe!#dolls #clowns

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