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ezramire · 2 years

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I think some often-overlooked context for gideon's sacrifice at the end of GTN is that, if gideon survives, harrow asked her to return to drearburh.

of course, harrow's plan of I'll-hold-the-lyctor-off-you-and-cam-jump-into-the-sea is dogshit, not going to work etc. of course gideon is a perpetual Good Girl, a butch in shining armor--she's a saint. she's jesus christ. I don’t mean at all to undermine her selflessness, but in her panic i can't help but think the threat of the ninth house made the choice much simpler.

let's go back to the beginning of GTN to the amalgam of everybody's worst hometown:

gideon the ninth, chapter 1

gideon's entire life has been a series of escape attempts. in canaan house her relationship to harrow undergoes a metamorphosis, but behind her is eighteen years of trying--relentlessly--to run from a cold dark place that she is beholden to. (whenever beholden comes up in this series at least 8 alarms go off in my head and i drop whatever i'm holding).

gideon the ninth, chapter 4

I think aiglamene understands drearburh is inherently soul-killing in a way that harrow does not. harrow genuinely loves her house (which, to her, is the Tomb). gideon was never allowed to love the ninth house--it rejected her at every opportunity. harrow, however, threw herself into it wholesale. she had nothing else.

skip to the pool scene. harrow receives absolution and a emotionally charged tender forehead kiss (top 10 lesbian baptisms of all time). they are finally on the same side, out from under drearburh's shadow. they can trust each other. then harrow, with her seventeen years of pining, obsession, and isolation, asks gideon something truly fucking awful:

gideon the ninth, chapter 35

in harrow's mind, the locked tomb (specifically) has served as her reprieve. it is The Thing For Which She Suffers It All, and so it must be good. harrow sees herself as the thing that poisoned gideon, because she IS the ninth house, and she hates herself. I genuinely don't think harrow understands the depth of cruelty in this ask at all. in harrow's mind she is saving gideon and protecting The Body.

and as cytherea bears down on them, harrow reminds her:

gideon the ninth, chapter 37

if harrow sacrifices herself, gideon owes her AND gets abandoned. gideon has to go back and protect the tomb, back to a life she could not bear long before she had ever seen the sea and the sky, before kind-hearted house scions and princesses with swords. the chains would be slapped on. gideon would not get out twice. not even in a box.

gideon can die neatly and heroically, like a protagonist in a comic book—she can save harrow, save camilla, get vengeance for lost friends, carry out the last wish of jeanmarry and isaac, who she so badly let down—or she can live and return to drearburh.

gideon the ninth, chapter 37

gideon the ninth, chapter 37 (final line before the epilogue in harrow's POV).

of course she chooses the fence.

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gideon the ninth spoilers #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #tlt meta #signed a lesbian from a small dark town full of old people who was very afraid of dying there #i love you gideon nav #i love you harrow #your deepest issues are so fundamentally at odds with each other and the conflict that creates #is so compelling like what the fuck #if u can believe it i actually exercised restraint not adding 8 more text screenshots #especially from harrow the ninth #maybe ill ctrl-f the word beholden and toss them into a compilation post so i can look at it and weep #another day

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 2 years

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High on that Vought BS

Pairing: The Boys x Reader (all platonic)

Warnings: Strong language.

Summary: The Boys attempt to tangle you in their mess once again.

You opened the door, ready to grab the pizza boxes and shove a hefty tip in the delivery persons hand when you found yourself staring into the face of an old acquaintance. He also happened to be holding your pizza order.

“This is has got to be a nightmare.” You said as Billy Butcher made his entrance into your home with a younger looking kid trailing behind.

“No, Y/n. We’re about to start some fucking nightmares.”

Locking the door shut, you pulled down the curtains in the living room before dashing around to other areas of your house to lock it down. When you returned, you found Butcher admiring the tealight candles on the fireplace mantle.

“What are you doing here? We had an agreement.”

Butcher nodded, “We did - but if I recall correctly, you didn’t want to see my ugly mug until I had something concrete. Well, now I do.”

“Oh my god.” Your eyes widened. “You’re high on that Vought bullshit again, aren’t you?”

“It’s not bullshit, we can take ‘em down.” Butcher rolled his eyes, tired of not being believed in.

“We?”

Two sets of footsteps descended down the stairs and you jumped around only to find more familiar faces. Whipping back around, you glared at Butcher.

“Are you serious? You brought Frenchie and MM into this again? For fuck sake.”

Butcher merely shrugged like it wasn’t anything. His nonchalant behaviour had you ready to tear him into shreds, and you stepped in his direction only to be distracted by MM.

“Hey, it’s alright. We chose to be here.” He insisted and calmed his friend down. Flashing a kind smile, MM gave you a warm hug. “It’s good to see you again.”

MM stepped away and Frenchie took his place.

“Mon très cher ami.” The Frenchman grinned, his hug was so tight it felt like old times again.

Butcher smirked off to the side, “Now that we’re reacquainted, I’d like you to meet the newest addition - step up, Hughie, don’t be shy.”

The boy he arrived with made his presence known. You were so focused on the familiar faces that the kid practically blended into your home decor.

“Hi.” He greeted sheepishly, unsure of what to do with himself.

You glared at Butcher and he had an explanation prepped. “Don’t give me that look. Kid’s girlfriend was vertically split by that speedy fucker A-Train. So he’s very much ‘high on that Vought bullshit’.” He said casually and you noticed the pain on Hughie’s face. Clearly this was a recent incident.

“We need your help - specifically, your intel.”

Crossing your arms, you let out a laugh which took the others by surprise.

“Seriously? Did you think that a single nostalgic visit was going to be enough for me to just roll over?”

“The alternative was torturing you.” Butcher deadpanned.

MM shook his head instantly, “Nope, that was never an option.” He corrected and shot a look at Butcher who merely shrugged.

Butcher stepped forward, “Come on, Y/n. You’re the best person we know who can dig up dirt on the Seven’s weaknesses. Like that almond allergy for Black Noir that you released to the world? That was amazing. His haters were sending him almond scented fan mail for weeks. Fucker was confined to the tower medical bay for weeks.”

You stared at the men in your house. They had broken promises and laws in the span of ten minutes just to get help. You weren’t obligated to lift a finger… but that didn’t mean you weren’t curious to know what they had discovered.

“I’m not ‘joining the fun’ but I need to know what you know before I can offer anything of value.” You told them.

Butcher smirked. “You’re going to love this.”

Masterlist here

#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #gif is not mine #billy butcher x reader #butcher x reader #the boys x reader #the boys imagine #billy butcher imagine #frenchie imagine #hughie imagine #mm imagine #mm x reader #hughie x reader #frenchie x reader

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puhpandas · 7 months

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i feel the warmth in my chest (and the chill on my skin makes it that much clearer)

(1,964 words)

Evan and Gregory, while waiting those few agonizing hours before Halloween can truly begin, go outside into the chilly weather and play in the leaves.

🎃🍫👻

It's a crisp Autumn afternoon when Evan steps out onto Gregorys porch. The screen door slams behind him, and the air transitions from warm to chilly in only seconds. The breeze washes over his face like a wave, and Evan finds he dosnt mind the cold that much in this moment.

It makes his nose numb and his fingers freezing, but unlike how he usually feels about the cold, he welcomes it. He takes a deep breath, smelling the scent of fallen leaves and crisp air and the pumpkins Evan had carved with Gregory last week sitting by his feet next to the stairs. It fills his lungs, and alongside the aftertaste of Aunt Chicas cookies on his tongue, the chill is pleasant, unlike how its usually so unbearing and biting in his own home.

It doesnt take long for the temperature to wash over him fully. By the time hes stepping down the stairs, his thin,white overcoat flowing behind him, its left his shoulders shaking and his teeth chattering.

But so like he's not used to, the deep, bone chilling cold only adds onto his excitement. It's that type of chill you can only get during Halloween, with that specific vibe and feeling coming along with it. Evan has never liked that unmatched feeling. All it ever told him was that Halloween was on it's way, and along with it, Michael and his pushing and pulling and jabbing and messing with. With the addition of the neighborhood kids jumping in if they'd see him walking down the street on the one night of the year it would be acceptable to scare him with scary masks and bloody fingers and camouflaging cloaks, it made for a pretty dreadful day.

He takes another look at his costume, a ghost, with white flowy sheer fabric that makes him look like he floated right down from the clouds. Underneath is a white sweater and pants, and his makeup is done to make him appear ghastly and, well... dead. Eyes sunken in with deep shadows and complection pale.

Gregory is matching with him, kind of. Gregory's costume is of a murder victim. Hes wearing sort of varsity jacket with a plastic knife stabbed in his gut, and his face is painted with bloody makeup and a faux black eye. Gregory hadn't explained the specific costume he called a 'Zombie Murder Victim High School Football Star', just gotten excited over the fact that they matched with their undead themes.

Its Evans first year matching with someone. His first year having someone to go trick or treating with. Theres something about this year. It doesn't leave him guessing. It doesn't leave him on edge, wondering who will strike first, all while being so uncertain but sure at the same time that something will go wrong. This year, he has Gregory and his family. This year, he has people who actually care about how he feels, and understand how to have fun.

This year, he knows Michael will be across town with his friends, and that his father will lock himself in his workshop. He knows that the neighborhood kids wont dare mess with him now, because of how many times Gregory has shown them a thing or two over the better part of this year.

This year, Evan isnt dreading the coming hours. He isnt hiding in his room, celebration or joy for the Holiday nowhere to be found, because he has to watch his back and sides. This year, he isnt considering running away for the night, even though he had always known he would never be brave enough to do it.

Instead, he's going trick or treating with his best friend, and he only feels excitment and anticipation, compared to the stark contrast of last year where all he felt was on edge and trapped in his own house.

The sun is only just setting by the time he steps onto that little pathway leading to the backyard from the front porch. Waiting for it to get dark has been agonizing. It had only gotten too much when he and Gregory were sat in front of a movie they'd seen a thousand times, makeup and costumes done, and unable to sit without wiggling or fidgeting, and Gregory had jumped up and gone "That's it! I can't just sit here anymore!"

That's why Evan's followed him outside. For the better part of the day Gregory has been more restless than a bored puppy.

Evan thinks the description fits when he finally catches up to Gregory and finds him digging through the shed in his backyard. Evan doesn't really know why he came out here. Theres much less to do outside than there is inside, but his intentions become clear when he moves to stand by Gregory's shoulder, and he goes Aha! while retrieving something.

Evan stares blankly when Gregory pulls out a rake, turning to face him and grinning at him. "Want to build a leaf pile and do cannonballs in it?"

He doesn't even have to ask.

It's not long before they're trekking through backyard, browning leaves crunching under their sneakers as they head to that big tree in the middle of the yard. When they get there, they waste no time grabbing the big rake and making the inklings of a pile on the flattest bit of ground.

The rake is heavy, and Evan can barely control it, if how it swings around and almost hits Gregory in the face is any indication. The handle is ice cold on his fingers, but it only makes Evan that much more aware of the excitment thrumming through his veins.

With Evan using the rake, Gregory takes to getting on his knees and shepherding the leaves to the pile with his hands. Gregory laughs over the dirt under his fingernails and how the still-damp leaves from the light shower earlier are chilly on his hands, and it makes Evan abandon the rake and get on the ground with him.

It takes longer than it should to finish the pile. They keep getting caught up in throwing the leaves at eachother like snowballs and using their hands to push waves at eachother like they're in a pool. The leaves end up more scattered than the were originally, and Evan has to get the rake again.

By the time they finish and theres a huge pile of damp leaves sitting in front of them, the sky is a dark, deep blue with the horizon a yellow. The sun is only barely peeking through the trees, and it's enough for the automatic porch lights to come on.

With the lack of sunlight, it's gotten that much colder. Evan's shivering enough that it makes his laughs warble, but he doesnt care. He doesnt care about the cold.

They only take a short break before they jump in. Evan lays flat on the ground, damp excess leaves and ice cold dirt underneath him. His throat is dry from the chill and how much he talked, and laughed, and his cheeks are sore from smiling too much. His nose is numb, and the thin, cheap Spirit Halloween costume does nothing for keeping him warm, but he doesn't need it.

Through the cold, it makes the warmth blooming in his stomach that much clearer. It makes the laughter bubbling in his chest and the excitement that the fun isnt even over, yet, he still gets to go trick or treating with Gregory after this, that much more apparent.

He has the warmth that spawned inside of him from spending time with his best friend and having fun with him to keep him toasty. So unlike his own home, where the chill is all there is. No warmth or comfort to adhere for that fact.

It's only now that Evan thinks that maybe, he doesn't really dislike the cold. Just how the cold is what comes with his unfeeling house and unpleasant family members and uncomfortable atmosphere.

Because here, right now, as he lays on the freezing ground, sky darkening above them and the last bit of leaves on the big tree in Gregory's backyard fluttering in the chilly breeze, he realizes he likes what comes with the cold, and not what the cold comes from.

With the cold comes the awareness of the warmth unfurling in his stomach. With the cold comes drinking the delicious, steaming hot chocolate Aunt Chica made. With the cold comes bundling up with his favorite sweaters, cuddling up under a fuzzy blanket, and watching a movie with Gregory.

With the cold comes those agonizing few hours before Halloween truly begins, and making a leaf pile with your best friend.

Evan knows his all-white costume is dirtier by the time he finally gets up, the knees of his white jeans brown and dirtied, but he doesnt have time to dwell on it when all he hears is a breathy laugh before hes shoved face first into the leaf pile.

Even through the leaves submerging his head, he can hear Gregory cackling. He sputters when leaves get in his mouth, and while regaining his footing after rolling around a few times, he wastes no time shooting up and grabbing Gregory by the shoulders.

Gregory yelps when hes yanked down with Evan, and all Evan is aware of when his eyes shut in glee from how hard hes laughing is the soft, scratchy, earthy leaves beneath him, the breeze in the air that just screams Halloween, and Gregory's body fallen on top of him.

Gregory grabs some leaves and smushes them into his hair. All Evan can do is screech at the wet chill before grabbing his own fistful and doing the same. Leaves fall over them like a wave when they roll around, wrestling in the yard.

They only stop when they get too tired to keep going. His costume is definitely dirty by now, damp like the leaves and dirt. The scent of wet earth and the cold and Halloween washes over him, and all he can find in himself to do is grin, and giggle breathlessly and chatter with Gregory as he lies on the ground, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Its almost pitch black by the time Freddy opens the door leading to the backyard, stepping outside, Frankenstiens monster costume and all. "Kids? Are you two ready to go? Its almost time for trick or treating!"

Evan only shares a fleeting look with Gregory before they both shoot up, previous exhaustion from their little fight completely gone. Evan runs side by side with Gregory to the door, his costume with the mud stained hem flowing behind him, and all Evan can feel in this moment is warmth, despite how his nose is numb and his shoulders are shaking and theres this chilly, floaty feeling in his chest.

He knows that there are definitely leaves in his hair when he steps inside after Gregory, and when the heat of the home blasts him in his face, making his freezing face tingle, the warmth prickling and sharp, Evan finds that with the cold can come the warmth, and maybe it isnt so weird that Evan feels nothing of the sort when it comes to his own house, and his own family.

It was never about the cold.

Just like how the warmth with Gregory and his family has never been about the temperature.

He only has time to grab his candy bucket (shaped like a mummified teddy bear) before he and Gregory are shooting through the front door, racing to Freddys car. He smiles even wider when the cold air rushes across his face again, and he can hear Gregory's footsteps next to him and Freddy and the others' voices behind them.

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#feel like having a family that actively is out to get you and hates you would be awful on holidays.#in a way it makes you feel worse because maybe nothing is different #but the fact that its a holiday and youre supposed to be having fun but youre sitting here on edge and scared and miserable as usual just #makes you more upset #with evan its not even just the usual #really.#its the combination of having your mood soured because everybody is having fun celebrating and decorating with their families #but your family just. doesnt do that.#plus michael probably notices evans mood and gets his tons of scary masks he now has access to because of the halloween season #and torments evan times two. and now he has all of the tools at his disposal with multiple masks to choose from to target evans phobias #but anyway hes chilling now! literally.#he has people who love him and have built him up all this time and its not perfect #but man is evan happy he has them.#he gets to be a kid and relax and it makes his house a little more bearable when he knows thats not it for him #flashlight duo #gregory and evan #pandas writes #oneshot #halloween #fnaf gregory #evan afton #flashlight duo modern au #my fics

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aliceismypixie · 8 months

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The villain of my story ∥ All the way to the north

Summary - "The villain will always be the villain if the hero tells the story" or atleast that's what they say. No one knew why you became what you are. But you wanted your revenge on Isabella Marie Swan and you were ready to do anything to have it.

Pairing - Twilight x villain!reader

Pronoun - she/her (but can be read as a male reader or gn reader)

Warning - The reader is an immortal child, burning people, mention of dying (burning)

Words count - 1.43k~

Set - After Breaking-Dawn Part 2

Chapter 3 - Masterlist

"Soooo, is this what villains usually do all day ?" Redacted Renesmee asked, putting a red yellow on the piles of cards.

"Well, I don't think so. But your parents are taking too long to get you and you were being annoyingly talkative so I had to shut you up somehow." You replied, putting a plus four on the piles with a smirk and she glared.

"You're so cheating ! How come you only have good cards while I have almost half of the pack !" The hybrid weird kid exclaimed and you rolled your eyes.

"Life isn't fair child, I don't see why I should use some fair-play when no one was ever fair to me. Plus I love to see your face fall each time you take four cards." You calmly explained and she scoffed before throwing her cards on the ground.

"That's just rude and mean ! Why are you so mean to my family and I by the way ?! It's unfair. We did nothing to you !" Rikki Takki Tavi Renesmee pointed out and you glared at her with a scoff.

"Your mother specifically did nothing when we were younger ! She would never do anything ! Watch from the side or just ignore the truth ! I'm making her suffer like she made me suffer !" Your answer was cold and the kid frowned in confusion.

"My mom wouldn't just make you suffer for nothing !" The golden brunette defended and you rolled your eyes, feeling the fire slowly taking over your palms.

"Spoiled brat like you could never understand." You walked away and locked Renesmee's door behind you.

You could feel the flames wanting to burst out of your fingers as you reached the mail room of your lair and you immediately punched the wall in one swift yet hard motion causing the wall, as well as your cold stone skin, to crack.

You could feel the unshed tears in your eyes of anger as you remembered your childhood. It was horrible. Kids like Roseate could never understand the struggle of being in foster care. Kids like Renesmee were spoiled to the core and they thought that they were better than the rest because they were. They had the power, the looks, the love anyone envied. You never had it. Jumping from house to house but always ending up in the same mess every single time. You were lonely but then you got fostered by the Swans, then adopted by them under Isaella's request and then, she stabbed you in the back and never looked back at you.

You could feel your lips trembling as a few sobs escaped and you fell on the floor, broken, with a cracked hand and a cracked heart, not being able to let out those pained cries nor tears as you closed your eyes.

You were once again suffering.

And only by yourself.

They only had three more days. Most of the Cullens feared that something happened to their little treasure in the past week but Jacob's imprint link was still there. As long as it was there, Renesmee was still alive. And as long as she was alive, they had a chance to save her.

"Do we at least have any clues ?" Leah asked.

"We know that the scent of the stranger is their way of hiding. They smell like lavender and wet grass which makes them blend into nature and hide themselves but, we've got you three. As much as it pains me to admit it… your sense of smell is better than ours so we'll need you." Jasper started and everyone nodded, they were all around the table of the meeting of the Cullen's house.

"When we went out with Seth two days ago, he could pick up their scent going south but we don't know more as we couldn't track it after the river. But we have a lead." Alice explained and once again everyone nodded.

"But what if this was a fake trail, what if they have Renesmee captive but more toward the Canadian border ?" Rosalie asked and everyone took in her words.

"This… could be an eventuality but for now we will check the south. A small group will go up toward the Canadian border to take a look and we will alarm the others if we notice anything." Jasper finished.

Being an ex-soldier of the army was actually pretty cool, and very hot but that was Alice's point of view (and mine), in this type of situation. Everyone could be organized in a military way and knowing that their enemy was a child was just better. Why ? Because as a child you don't think like an ex-military soldier. So they had the upper hand.

They could take their enemy by surprise and for all they know, their enemy was alone while they were twelve. Whoever was targeting them stood no chance.

Or at least they thought so until Alice's eyes turned glossy.

Once again there were flames everywhere. But this time they were still fighting, or at least they were trying to.

In the middle of a battle field stood a little girl, fire bursting from her palm as she aimed toward Emmett who quickly moved out of the way.

Thought there was someone who didn't move behind the big vampire.

It was Rosalie.

And the blond Goddess fell on the ground, screams escaping her lips the fire took over her cold marble skin.

And Emmett turned back around, his expression fell as he saw his wife slowly dying and in his moment of weakness, the little girl shooted him too.

But then the vision changed.

Jasper and Carlisle were the one burning on the ground.

But it changed again.

Esme and Edward.

Seth and Alice.

Jacob and Bella.

Leah and Seth.

Jasper and Emmett.

"Every single duo sent to the north is going to die either way…" Alice trailed off her eyes still looking elsewhere and Jasper clenched his jaw.

"You don't see any alternative ending ?" He asked softly to his wife who shook her head.

"Then we're abandoning the idea." Jasper solemnly announced and Bella frowned.

"But we will need to go to the north eventually. Renesmee could be there !" The shield expressed and everyone turned their attention toward Jasper.

"We can not. Two lives for one isn't―"

"But we're not just talking about one random life Jasper. We're talking about my daughter !" Edward replied stubbornly and Jasper scoffed.

"And I'm not talking about two random lives either Edward. I'm talking about two lives of our family. And Renesmee is not dead yet. We can not risk two lives to save someone who doesn't need saving at the moment." The ex-soldier pointed out and Edward growled.

"Edward, you saw it just like I did. You couldn't possibly think about killing two of us in vain. You already know that the plan couldn't work. Why would you want to send two of us there ?" Alice harshly pointed out and her brother looked toward his tortured wife on the side causing Rosalie to scoff.

"We should have known. You were always like that anyways. Putting everyone's life in danger for a human and now because she's your wife you're ready to sacrifice two of us just for her." The blond beauty expressed with a hint of venom.

See Rosalie Lillian Hale was the perfect example of an anti-hero. The one who does good only if it serves their interest. At least that's what she was in Bella Swan's story. No one clearly tried to understand her point of view. See Emmett tried, but most of the time he simply sticks to his wife. Rosalie Lillian Hale was only on Bella's side when it benefited her. But on the other side, she was probably the most attached to the family after Esme, holding on to the last thing that made her feel human.

But we will not talk about that. Rosalie Lillian Hale was only the anti-hero of Isabella Marie Swan's story.

"Rosalie please…" Esme tried to sooth her first daughter as much as possible until a paper plane passed through the opened window of the living room and posed itself on Rosalie's lap.

"What is that ?" Emmett asked and Rosalie opened the paper, her frown turning into an horrified expression.

"There's not only two of us that will go north." The blond vampire announced putting the paper on the table for everyone to see the words written on the unfolded half burned paper plane.

'All the way to the north you go. Or all the way to south she falls'

Chapter 5

#twilight x reader #villain!reader #child!reader #alice cullen #jasper hale #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #bella swan #edward cullen #resume cullen #jacob black #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #twilight imagine

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onlinekitsune · 3 months

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Hello! May I request hcs of the RFA + minor trio for a reader who is a not so obvious metalhead? At first glance you wouldn't even notice they're into that music genre, since they usually collect merch, speak and even go to concerts of kpop artists, but after listening to one of their playlists on Spotify all of a sudden they get jumpscared by a heavy metal song. (It'd be funny if before that the most cutesy, cheesy, cheerful or relaxed song was playing ><) Thanks!

Just so you know, you can make the reader fem or gn, it's up to you. ^^

a/n: omg hi, of course!! i actually love this hc as a metal and kpop enjoyer! your brain is huuuge for this. I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING THIS DONE SO LATE!! thank you for requesting and for your patience!! i hope you enjoy! ;w; ♡

The Not So Obvious: Metalhead MC

♫ ₊˚.♡ — JAEHEE KANG

jaehee asked you to put on some music while the two of you cleaned up the cafe, you were a bit hesitant since your music taste was a bit... different, she had heard songs you specifically put on, having your music on shuffle and not being able to curate it made you a tad bit nervous, nonetheless you played your playlist, a handful of kpop and easy going songs played putting you in a false set of comfort, until all of the sudden an heavier song played right after, your face turned bright red and you turned to see jaehee's reaction, she placed a finger on her chin while giving you a look up and down, she flashed a soft smile as she continued to clean, while locking up you asked her about it, "I was surprised, at first. But it ended up being good music to finish up to. So, thank you."

♫ ₊˚.♡ — JUMIN HAN

you decided to play some music while making yourself a snack, you were in your own little world as your playlist echoed through the house, jumin was out seeing business at c&r leaving you to have the house alone, you loved jumin but you did appreciate the time to yourself as well, as you continued making your snack you were surprised to see jumin come home so early, his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you into an embrace, you leaned into his lost in bliss until the brashness of the guitar in the next song broke you out of it, you tried to wiggle out of his grasp clearly embarrassed from the song playing, he tilts his head as you tried to squirm out of his grasp so you could turn off the song, he was clearly surprised from the shift but leans into you, he says he'd never expected this from you but was intrigued. "Seems like you still have sides of you that I haven't seen before. Please, show me all of them."

♫ ₊˚.♡ — JIHYUN KIM (V)

while lounging around with jihyun you decided to put on one your playlists, you didn't realize it was one that you didn't organize until it was too late, an heavier song made its way on the queue list, startling the both of you, jihyun jumped slightly in his seat breaking him from his daze, you apologized and quickly went to switch it, but he stopped you, holding onto your hand as he took in the song longer, he pulled you into him, his chin rested into the crook of your neck as he continued to listen, the more he listened the more the lyrics drew him in, helping him heal parts of him that he didn't know needed healing, you spent the rest of the day showing him your favorites, "There's something about these lyrics... Would you mind showing me more songs from this band?"

♫ ₊˚.♡ — SAERAN CHOI

saeran was used to hearing you listen to your favorite kpop artists on repeat, and even went with you occasionally to pick up the newest albums and such, what he didn't expect was for you to be also in metal, when you played your music while in the shower, he could help but pause in front of the door listening in to the song playing, he asked you about it when you were finished, you were a bit embarrassed but he quickly followed it up with he actually liked it, even though he was shocked, he was also pleasantly surprised, especially since he wasn't a stranger to this type of music, he used to listen to it often, "I didn't know you also liked this type of music. You should have told me... I would have showed you some of my favorites."

♫ ₊˚.♡ — SAEYOUNG CHOI

while accompanying him on a drive, saeyoung suggested that you be the one to play your playlist this time, going as far as not starting the car until you played something, knowing his determination you ultimately gave in, as the first handful of songs played your guard got brought down, joking with him between songs and red lights, until after a cutesy song ended a heavy song played immediately after, you glanced at saeyoung nervously, you tried to read his face but failed, he quickly glanced at you squinting his eyes before returning his gaze to the road, he then dramatically asks why didn't you tell him sooner that you liked this type of music before rambling about this band in particular, "How could you keep this a secret from me! I have to show you their first album, but it's not available on any streaming devices.. I promise I got it morally!!"

♫ ₊˚.♡ — YOOSUNG KIM

you had spent the better half of the night gaming with yoosung, a daily tradition you guys shared most nights, as you went to grab a quick drink between games, he decided to surprise you when you came back, he cutely posed with your cat headphones as he waited for you to return, however you forgot to pause your music as you left, you were a bit surprised as you came back to see him be so cute but he got a surprise himself as the cute song transitioned into a much dramatic and heavier song, his expression was a dead giveaway, he slipped off the headphones and handed them to you, asking if you actually listened to that, he didn't mean any harm, he was just very surprised by your duality, "Sorry, ah! I didn't mean for it to come off that way... I was just surprised. What are your favorite songs from them? Maybe, I'll like some too!"

♫ ₊˚.♡ — RYU HYUN (ZEN)

while waiting for zen to be done with promotional stuff for his newest role, you decided to pass the time by listening to music, you were lost in your own world, admittedly you were half asleep, zen eventually joined you on the sofa in the lounge room, he gently pulled your earphone out, listening in to your music, you turned to look at him surprised, even more so when the next song to play was an heavier one, he quickly shifted beside you, zen's eyes widened as he smiled at you, he was thrown off guard but in a particular way, he teased you playfully calling you his 'sweet metal babe', though he was caught off guard only knowing your love for kpop songs, he loved seeing your duality, "This is why we're perfect for each other, my love. People have this idea of us in their mind but we're completely different in reality."

♫ ₊˚.♡ — VANDERWOOD

vanderwood entered your shared apartment as an heavier song played out from your phone, his eyes slightly furrowed looking at you, not in anger but as if he was studying you, you froze in place taken aback by his surprised arrival and being in a vulnerable state, you continued your stare off before he sighed and walked over to you, he pulled you in his arms, he muttered that he didn't really expect you to be listening to music like that, especially with the appearance you kept up, he joked that maybe you should of been a secret agent, "You really don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed. It's just music, nothing too serious. I do adore that look on your face, however."

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger hcs #mysmes #mysmes headcanons #mysmes hcs #jaehee kang #jumin han #jihyun kim #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #yoosung kim #zen hyun ryu #vanderwood #mysmes mc #mystic messenger mc #sorry for my self indulgence anon #saeyoung 'i listen to everything' choi

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Yknow what gets me about ep 5? The traps and how they function in it. Like the traps b4 this aren't as deadly. Hell I'd argue they weren't even meant to kill in ep 4 - imo bc Mr Peterson knew they were looking and made it so they wouldn't anymore by scaring them! He literally turns to look at them while he's in his front yard and the key for the lock is in plain view. The traps are essentially part of a cubby set trap for Nicky, luring him into a set entrance and blocking off all exits he's learned of beforehand so the snare snaps this time. Bc he believed if he did that they'd be too scared to attempt anything... and if I wasn't for Trinity he'd be right!

Anyway, the ones in ep 5? Let's go over the traps actually: a swinging axe trap who's axe is meant to hit someone coming from the direction of the basement, a delayed pickaxe trap near the basement door that barely misses Enzo, a delayed net trap on the basement door meant to capture someone leaving, a delayed electric shock trap on the door with the key to the basement (seen twice, mr Peterson even checks his rubber gloves b4 touching it due to knowing his was gonna still b touching it after its timer goes off), bell strings near the entrance hallway, and finally a chainsaw trap activated by the creaky floorboard the kids kept stepping on.

That's 3 out of 6 that could prove deadly for a healthy kid, 4 outta 6 for Nicky due to his stay in the basement as stress and starvation can cause heart issues which can be exacerbated by electrical shocks, 1 meant alert, 1 to capture... and 3 built with delayed timers. Perfect for someone like captured Nicky whose movements often stutter to a stop, who's so slow most of the time that the others have to pull him along and even when originally leading them to the washroom exit somehow ended up behind everyone.

The traps were no longer built to keep ppl out, he built them with the express purpose of keeping Nicky in and that's so terrifying, especially bc no one even gives his house a second thought despite the sounds coming from it... because the neighbors had taught themselves to ignore it and Nicky's 'lies.' In his mind? I'd guess he thought as long as Nicky didn't get out he didn't need to worry about ppl entering his basement and taking Aaron away.

Tbh? I think that was also the reason he never passed the property line. Ppl already thought Nicky was a delinquent, a liar messing with a poor old man! As long as he only chased him to the property line, they'd see him as a man just trying to keep this cruel kid from messing with him. It's only after Aaron escapes that he drops the facade he showed in ep 5 and gets caught.

This Mr. Peterson is a much more terrifying threat, imo and I find it fascinating.

THIS

(Fold bc jfc this gets long)

The jump in intensity in between pre Nicky's capture, and post is- terrifying. And then not to mention how much worse it is post the rest of the groups capture. I mean for God's sake, Enzo also wears rubber gloves SPECIFICALLY because he works with electronics and stuff that might get unsafe and the voltage Mr. Peterson has on that locked door is enough to shock him not only to a large degree in general, but so it lingers on him several seconds after the fact. Not to mention the pit of blades that seems to be almost as long as Maritza is tall and the mannequins who come out after the fact, seemingly to push someone who made it across back into the pit. That's like- seriously seriously messed up.

Something else I feel is kind of weird is just how much worse the state of the house gets post-capture. Sure when Nicky and Trinity break into his house it's not the cleanest, but even when we see Enzo going through the house and trying to avoid getting captured it's still not nearly to the level of DISGUSTING as in episode 6 and that's DAY BEFORE

How did it get so bug-infected and awful mere hours after Enzo broke in? What the hell was in the bathtub?! Even Theo seemed disgusted by it.

And also, something that has been bugging me personally,

When does the start of episode one take place?!

This might seem like a dumb question. "It takes place right before we cut to Trinity. It's the escape attempt where he's climbing out of the window!" But like- I don't think that's possible.

The window mechanism we see Peterson use here is disgustingly advanced. Like way more than even just the bars we see in episode 6. If he had these to keep Nicky stuck in episode 1, why not use them elsewhere?

Furthermore,

For the loud, "I'm about to die" type scream he screams before the transition, he seems, really calm climbing out of the chimney. Not to claim my dumb expression analysis was for nothing but with how naturally flinchy and panicky Nicky is when he could still be in danger (followed by the science teacher or still on Theo's property), I doubt he'd be even close to this relaxed.

For this to be the case Nicky would have had to

A. Get past Mr. Peterson, dodging between his legs or something without getting grabbed, something he's not good at when cornered as we see in episode 4 because he tends to freeze up when suddenly surprised or startled (we also see this later in one when Trinity has to pull him away from the bricked door because he's so shocked)

B. Run back downstairs

C. Climb up and out of the chimney

And again, if Theo has fully controlled, heavily locking windows available, WHY WOULDN'T HE USE THEM EVERYWHERE?

This also doesn't make sense because the blue door Nicky opens is the same one with that window. If he got stuck in there and barely escaped that morning, WHY WOULD HE TRY TO GO IN THAT ROOM AGAIN????

It just doesn't make sense. But it can't take place post-capture because then that room is shown to be sealed off and Nicky's eyes are still green. The one thing I've kept coming back to as a possibility for it is that it's a nightmare of Nicky's either before that day or while he's in the basement. This is because in the game it's shown Nicky is prone to nightmares even over less scary situations like grocery stores and- public school (Okay that one might be scarier than Theo). So him being scared of getting captured or of Theo making his house so advanced that he couldn't get away makes sense.

Anyway back on track from- Jack's side tangent (tm)

Uh I feel like his specificness of only REALLY caring about catching Nicky is for several reasons. Obviously because he's the most persistent in his actions, but also because no one seems to care if Nicky isn't there. I bring it up often, but there is not one missing person's poster for Nicky, nor do his friends even really believe he was kidnapped. ENZO IS THERE AFTER IT HAPPENS AND EVEN HE DOESN'T VOUCH FOR TRINITY. It's passed off as just "Yeah he runs away all the time who cares" which isn't normal. For God's sake his family is so absent I was running with an "Orphan Nicky" theory. (I'm still not completely sure his mom is infact alive. The wiki says she is but I don't believe the wiki after it called the Principle a friend of Nicky's). He is- inconsequential to Ravenbrooks. Theo would've been set if Trinity wasn't wasn't there.

But yeah Mr. Peterson's actions are- scary, scary and unnatural. I was watching Th3Badd3st's hello neighbor 2 playthrough (featuring Pastra) and they were theorizing that maybe something is having some sort of control over the antagonists. However they both also admitted to not knowing much lore besides the series to go off of. But I guess it's something to think about with how massive of a turn to violence Theodore takes.

#welcome to raven brooks #hello neighbor welcome to raven brooks #hello neighbor theories #hello neighbor #non art post #nicky roth #this show turns me into mini matpat istg #I NEED the LOOOOOORE guys #this whole show is just making me wonder so much #theodore peterson

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buggxd · 2 years

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୨⎯!!Moviez !! rory keaner x GN!reader⎯୧

⋆ ★ This is a fluff and there is no specific pronouns I’m using for the reader !! Anyways this is probs gonna suck but it’s whatever TW? Very brief/subtle mention of gore death :) FEEDBACK IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED PLS TELL ME IF THIS IS ALRIGHT AND WHAT I CAN IMPROVE ON!!

⋆ ★ Summary!!: The whole gang (friend group ethan, benny, erica, sarah and you meet up at rorys house when his mom works a night shift at her job so you all watch movies an chill :) AND your in grade 11 so the reader and everyone else is 16!!exept for erica and sarah.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ You were in your 8th period class the last of the day and you were so exited for the bell to ring, Time was going by painfully slow but while the history teacher was going on and on about a topic nobody in the class was interested in, all you were able to think about was your plans you had made almost 2 weeks in advanced to go to your blond and bubbly friend rory keaners house to watch a ton of movies along with the others in your friend group you were too busy thinking of what movies youll watch and the buttery popcorn and chips and candy youd be shoving into your mouth later that you were too distracted and lost in your own thoughts that the loud sound of the bell ringing had caught you off gaurd and made you jump causing you produce a little yelp that made the teacher glance at you as you simply just smiled akwardly then quickly grabbing your bag and zooming out the classrom and bursting through the two big doors that led you outside you looked around for a sec and soon after spotted the blond haired boy talking with benny an ethan he was facing your way while Ethan an Benny had their backs towards you you started walking up the the trio Rory saw you and smiled and waved you did the same and sped walked to them you greeted everyone as usual and waited a bit until you asked about Sarah and Erica the boys said that the two girls would show up later the four of you just talked until you had remembered you needed to get a few things from your house so you waved at them and took of walking home your house wasn’t very far from the school you lived down the street from Rory’s house so you were able to get there pretty fast. After you packed a crossbody bag with an extra outfit socks, perfume, and a charger you changed out of your school clothes and put on (whatever u want?) and slipped on your black and white converse and walked out the house making sure to lock the door your parents/guardian were working the Night Shift so you had the place to yourself most nights, the sun was still up but it was gonna set soon once you made it Rory’s place you knocked and Rory answered the door and hugged you and basically dragged you inside you were used to him greeting you like this he just gets so happy when he sees you or any of his closest friend’s. After entering the house you were greeted by Erica and Sarah sitting on the sofa while benny was in the kitchen probably getting snacks and Ethan was in the bathroom you went to the kitchen along with Rory and started to get 3 big bowls to fill with candy, chips and popcorn and you also got out the 3 2liters of soda (whatever soda u like idc) the three of you brought the bowls and drinks to the living room and placed them on the coffee table along with cups. After you all settled and Ethan came back from the bathroom Rory layer out a couple dvd’s half being sucky comedy movies, low budget teen dramas, superhero movies or horror, Sarah wanted to watch one of the comedy movies along with Ethan Benny wanted to watch a superhero movie but you and Erica wanted to watch a horror movie. you all were bickering about what movie you were gonna watch until Sarah spoke up “HEYY” she raised her voice to get everyone attention “why don’t we vote?!” You all looked at each other and nodded in agreement “okay who wants to watch the comedy movie?” Erica asked in an already annoyed voice Sarah and Ethan slightly raised their hands “and what about the superhero movies” Erica spoke again as Benny raised his hand only to be the only one who wanted to watch the movie he slowly put his hand down and stayed quiet “and last but not least.. HORROR!!” Erica emphasized on the word ‘horror’ You and Erica raised your hand as high as the two of you could and then you looked at Rory and mouthed the words ‘please’ with a smile he was hesitant because horror wasn’t his favorite but how could he say no to you?, he raised his hand as well.

After Rory pushed play he took a seat next to you on the floor Ethan Benny and Sarah were on the couch while Rory you and Erica were on the floor with pillows and blankets the whole house was dark because Erica thought it would make it scarier and you agreed the two of you were watching intently while Rory was later back leaning on the couch hands behind his head trying to act tough while Ethan and Benny were hiding under their blankets, Some time had went by and there was a semi gory scene you and Erica were so exited to see the slasher of the movie prey on its victims while on the other hand your friends were scared shitless even though they knew it wasn’t real, one of the side characters got caught and killed and you heard Benny Ethan and Sarah yelp and then you felt Rory grab onto your arm and you glanced over to see him looking intently at the screen you leaned towards him and semi hugged him to try and comfort him and he held you the same way and every time a jumpscare or slightly gory scene came on he would hold onto you tighter after the movie ended you looked to where Erica was and she had fallen asleep you looked back to see Ethan asleep sitting up with his neck leaning on the arm rest of the sofa while Benny payed on his shoulder and Sarah fell asleep sideways on the couch with her lags tossed on the boys you then glanced at Rory who had also fallen asleep you glanced at his Rosie pink lips and messy hair and thought he looked cute so you took a couple pics of you and him after you gave him a peck on the cheek and cuddled into his side and drifted into a deep sleep.

｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡ I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT!! Again I wrote this while half asleep;; and it’s longer than I expected im also probs gonna remake this just a little bit different but um yeah I hope whoever read this kind of likes it!! :D

#mbav #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months

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I Want You

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept I want you-

I sat scrolling away as I often did seeing the pictures across my phone, they made my blood boil just looking at them. After a while of creeping on the pictures and videos, zooming in on every inch and every bit of information I could get from them I'd had enough stewing. Time to take action!

I got up and threw my phone in my backpack I slipped on my boots and my jacket throwing my bag over my back as I grabbed my keys and helmet. I locked up the little house and went to my darling sitting in the driver way "hello baby" I smiled giving my bike a hug before climbing on and starting him up so he could heat up as I got my helmet and gloves on making sure everything was as it should be. Once sorted I put my side stand up and backed off my driveway and began scampering around the busy London streets on my bike make sure to be quick but not speed. I'd gotten into enough trouble about that lately. I didn't need gps or signs as I knew the way like the back of my hand heading across London to the little house by the park. I sat my bike on the parking bag across from his little white house beside the small green Citroen he had been lovingly restoring currently it under its tarp but I mean… it's a pretty obvious car. I hopped off and across the road meerly jumping the wall instead of using his stupid stiff gate. Slipping off my helmet as I went, I didn't even need to knock as the door was open so I went in and kicked off my boots leaving my helmet, bag and gloves on the bottom of his stairs heading thought the living room, across the kitchen and put the back door into the garden using the stones to walk as I had taken off my boots. The little sheds door was open revealing him sat on his red stool doing some tinkering on his bench. "Thomas!" I yelled making him jump out of his skin clutching his chest in shock in his old faded triumph shirt turning to me very angrily

"Fuck! Y/n! You almost made me fucking shit myself!" He complained "when did you get here?"

"Five seconds ago"

"H-how'd you get in?"

"Your front doors unlocked"

"An unlocked door doesn't mean you can just come in y/n. You could have texted me or something atleast so I knew you where coming holy fuck-" he complained Still getting his breath back "what do you even want anyway? Other then to give me heart problems. Surely you didn't ride all the way over here for a cupcake and coffee"

"No I didn't. But How'd you know I rode here?"

"Your wearing your bike jeans and you smell like your engine"

"Fine I do want something"

"Alright" he sighed rubbing his face "what is it?"

"I want you" I told him

His eyes went wide, his eyebrows raised, his breaths stopped completely for a few seconds before returning to the pace when I made him jump, he audibly gulped. "Wha- what uhh what did you say?"

"I want you" I repeated

"Yeah I thought that's what you said." He gulped "why me, specifically?"

"I need your hands, your tools, your abilities, the knowledge only you possess. It has to be you Thomas"

He turned bring red in the cheeks before At Last he spoke up "really?"

"Really" I nodded

"Okay!" He yelped excitedly "shall we go inside or you that desperate you need me right here?"

"Here so we don't make mess?"

"Really? Ummmm you dirty girl" he Cooes

Before I could protest he undid his jeans and tugged me into his lap

"Ahhh! Thomas!"

"What? Your the one screaming about how bad you want me" he smirked trying to kiss me

"Thomas!" I complained pushing him away but remaining in his lap "I want you, to build me a bike"

"what?"

"I need you to use your skills, and tools and hands to build me a custom bike. Like you did for Jack"

".....oh" he sighed now clearly awkward and embarrassed "...well, now I feel silly"

"You really thought I rode all the way over here to have sex with you?"

"I don't know, you might have" he shrugs

"You think your dicks pretty fantastic don't you?"

"I try to have confidence"

"Yeah there's confidence Thomas and there's pure delusion" I laughed and then I noticed "You got prepared really quickly"

"he saw opportunity. he got excited."

"so will you build me a custom like you did for jack?"

"I don't know y/n its a lot of time, and money, and effort."

"Please"

"I really can't its a lot of time, a lot of effort, and travel for you back and forth"

for a moment I rolled my eyes "Pretty please tommy" I cooed stroking down from his shoulders and his chest pouting slightly and giving his nose a kiss

"Uuhh okay" he gave in "but your helping me every step okay you need to be involved I'm not making these decisions without you"

"That's perfect" I smiled "Will you give me little invoices? or do I just like pay you for parts?"

"Well, paying for parts, we decide what you need and you order it to here."

"Okay what about your services?"

"Well... I am happy to be paid in favours?"

"What sort of favours?" I asked

His answer was to simply pull me closer to him and nuzzle himself in my neck

"Ohh? really?"

"Really."

"Fine" I smiled "You want a payment upfront?"

"Yes please"

"Alright you go sort the bed I'll lock the door"

"Yes! I'll be waiting princess" He smiled giving my lips a kiss before he pushed me off his lap onto the floor and he bolted inside

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

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666writingcafe · 9 months

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Beelzebub

General Content Warning: nsfw of the smut variety

Specific Content Tags: licking, marking, grinding, oral sex (gender-neutral

Author's Note: the actual smut occurs under the line of three ۞

I'm still hungry.

I know, totally shocking and not at all expected. Believe me, it annoys me as much as it annoys everyone else.

Actually, scratch that. I think I'm the one that gets annoyed about it the most. I have been banned from so many places because of my sin, it's ridiculous. In fact, I'm surprised that I'm still able to leave the House, if I'm being totally honest. Sometimes, I feel like everyone would be better off if I was locked in one of the hidden underground cages and never interacted with anyone ever again. Then they wouldn't have to worry about me ruining their reputation due to my insatiable hunger. Working out distracts me from those thoughts briefly, but the moment I stop, my stomach threatens to leave my body and consume whatever it comes across.

Tonight, it's especially infuriating because nothing in the fridge looks or sounds remotely appetizing. Any attempts at dinner were over before Mammon was able to bring out the actual entree, as everyone dashed out of the room, looking like they were about to throw up. Even Belphie made a quick exit, and he and I usually leave together to hang out for a few hours.

"Would you like some help?" The sudden question causes me to jump, which leads to me accidentally knocking a bunch of bottles off the shelf. Thankfully, they don't break when they hit the floor, but they do cause quite the racket.

"I apologize for startling you," MC states as I begin cleaning up my mess.

"Quite alright." Once everything's back inside, I close the refrigerator door and turn to face them. Whatever I was going to say to them after that slips out of my mind as their scent hits me.

MC normally smells pleasant enough; they're on top of their hygiene for the most part. There's something different about it in this moment, though. Perhaps it's because it's been a while since we've seen each other, but they smell particularly strong.

Did they switch up their routine in the human world? Maybe they're using different products that make them smell the way they do right now. They're not overtly sweaty or dirty, so it can't be that.

Oh.

Oh no.

I look down at the floor to avoid looking at MC. My stomach, however, focuses on them and begins thinking of ways to prepare them.

I cannot eat MC. Everyone would kill me.

"Beel?" They've noticed. "How much did you have?"

"What?" That was not what I was expecting them to ask.

"The soup," MC replies. "How much of it did you eat?" I don't see how this pertains to how I'm feeling, but I don't want to be rude, so I answer honestly.

"My bowl, obviously, but I was still hungry, and everyone else had left, and I didn't want it to go to waste, so I---"

"---ate everyone's leftovers," MC finishes. I nod my head, still careful to not let my eyes catch theirs.

"You poor thing," they add. Before I can stop myself, I look at them, confused about what they're talking about. Immediately, my body begins heating up, and my muscles begin tensing up. I might even be drooling right now.

"What is happening?" I whisper. My eyes follow MC as they walk over to the nearest countertop and hoist themselves onto it.

"Your brother used a highly potent aphrodisiac in the soup."

"Okay." Somehow, that's a bit comforting, and I'm not sure why.

"The longer you hold back your urges, the longer you'll feel its effects." MC beckons me towards them with a finger. Once I'm where they want me, they put their hands on my hips and look directly into my eyes.

۞۞۞

"You look good right now." The sentence escapes my mouth before I can stop myself. A small smile develops on their lips.

"Thanks."

"I...I don't think that's how a human's supposed to respond to that." MC snorts in amusement, and I find myself looking away again. I have to behave.

"Beel." I feel their hand touch my arm, forcing me to meet their gaze. "It's okay."

"Is it?" I pause. "You won't be upset if I..."

"Yes?" I sigh. I can't let this drag on any longer. If I do, I'll lose any control I have.

"Could I...could I nibble on you just a bit? Please?" MC tilts their head so that their neck is more visible.

"Be gentle." Leaning down, I hesitantly lick a small part of their neck. I feel MC pat my head, and the simple gesture allows me to relax and let my emotions take over.

I run my tongue along the length of their neck, stopping at the crook. This is where I leave my first mark. Our lips connect, and soon we're grinding against each other.

I know the others can hear us, but I honestly don't care. If what MC said is true, they will all have their time with them soon. At the moment, though, they're mine. I get to be the first one to leave marks on their neck, their chest, their stomach, and their thighs.

I'm usually not one to engage in this sort of behavior. There's the issue of time, of course, but then there's the issue of power dynamics. The people that have approached me in the past where either those attracted to my sin or fans from different sports that I've played over the centuries, and I don't feel comfortable crossing those lines. MC doesn't know this, but that's what prevented me from taking things far with them the last time.

But now, we're just us. We don't have to worry about titles anymore. I can finally give MC what they truly deserve.

My face covers the most intimate part of them as my tongue swirls all around. Their moans fill the room, and the sound and taste of their orgasm is finally enough for me to feel satisfied.

After making sure all of their clothes are back on, I stand up and give them a kiss on the cheek. My final mark.

"Can I tell you something?" I ask.

"Sure."

"I'm happy that you're back." MC smirks.

"Clearly."

"Ever since you left the Devildom, I've felt like I'd missed out on breakfast. There were times that I actually did skip breakfast because that simply wasn't what I wanted." I pause. "I really missed you."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub

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ilikereadingactually · 7 months

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The Imperial Radch Trilogy

hoooo boy, do my mismatched covers annoy me! so much that i ordered lightly used copies of each book with its other cover also, and will soon have a full set of each, because i am one of those people.

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie

picking up a book that's as exquisitely written as this is like slipping into a warm bath. like i can just relax, because i'm in skilled hands. the amount of trust that precise, compelling prose can win from me in just a few pages is astonishing, and has rarely been misplaced.

and this is one that requires a little bit of trust! like many of my favorite speculative books, there's no soulless infodumping about the world here--background is given when it fits and serves the narrative, and otherwise you learn the world by experience. through the distinct and fascinating experience of Breq, in fact, who used to be the AI of a military spaceship with many ancillary bodies (human bodies that house its consciousness and crew the ship) and now exists as only one lone ancillary on a revenge mission. i love Breq's very specific and unusual perspective; i love jumping back and forth in time to see the past and the present and wonder how they're going to collide; i love weird space politics and religion and the exploration of emotion as a part of sentience. also!! i love many of the side characters!! Breq is really the focus, but everyone else who enters the story, even briefly, is clear and interesting, and some of them made me cry.

and i love the way gender is presented in this book SO MUCH. Breq comes from a society that doesn't distinguish gender, and uses "she" as the default pronoun, which i already love. and the book doesn't give many clear visual descriptions of anyone--so we're fully inside that perspective. Breq does take some notice of class, through accents and clothing, but just isn't at all concerned with markers of gender, and actively has difficulty identifying gender in other languages and cultures she encounters. i think this takes a lot of skill to write, and it's frankly baller to read.

also! i fucking love that the standard of not only beauty but high class and privilege in this society is dark skin!!!!!!!! dark is fashionable! dark is aristocratic!! i mean im never gonna be like "this fantasy imperialist classism is actually the good kind" because that's missing the whole point of the books, but it's so REFRESHING to visualize.

a line i really liked: AI to AI communication

"You still had your ancillaries," said Mercy of Kalr. "Yes." "I like my soldiers, but I miss having ancillaries." That reminded me. "They aren't doing maintenance as they should. The hinges on the airlock door were very sticky." "I'm sorry." "It doesn't matter now," I said, and it struck me that something similar might have delayed Anaander Mianaai's attempts to open the lock on her side. "But you'll want to have your officers get after them."

books 2 and 3 under the cut!

Ancillary Sword by Ann Leckie

LOVE a second book in a series that delights me just as much as the first but in new and different ways!! Leckie's prose is still gorgeous, that's a given. but this book, as with many good speculative series, heightens the stakes and broadens the world. where the first book was a somewhat more intimate story about a few connected characters and the pursuit of a personal goal, the second book brings in more complex political intrigue, addresses more widespread injustices, and introduces an array of excellent new characters. the first book held on to its tension by moving back and forth in time; this book takes advantage of the wider spread and Breq's particular kind of perception to tell multiple stories happening simultaneously, through glimpses at what other characters are doing "offscreen." it's a fantastic tactic!!

it's also clearer in this book how unreliable Breq's narration is, specifically about her own state of being. she thinks of herself as not human, and so as less important--she doesn't take the time to narrate or even notice her own physical state or emotional needs until she's totally overwhelmed, at which point we start to get little flashes of what everyone around her sees: a person of incredible kindness and integrity and intelligence, beloved by those under her care. there's a specific kind of intimacy between characters in these books that fascinates me, i love every acts of service bitch in this bar.

a line i really liked: why is every book series i love actually about grief

"Citizen, I am in mourning." I had not had time to clean the white stripe off my face for the night. And she could not possibly have forgotten the reason for it. "But surely, Fleet Captain," she replied sweetly, "that's all for show." "It's always for show, Citizen. It is entirely possible to grieve with no outward sign. These things are meant to let others know about it."

Ancillary Mercy by Ann Leckie

wow. ok. so. i drafted the section on Ancillary Justice above after finishing just that book; wrote the section on Ancillary Sword after reading all three books and listening to the first two audiobooks; here i am to write about Ancillary Mercy after reading the series once and listening to all the audiobooks twice. so...my descent into obsession will be palpable.

i'm actually a little mad that i didn't have these books on my radar before, but i was deeply embedded in the children's lit world at the time they were coming out, and maybe would not have enjoyed them as much as i did. which is something i loved in this series--the persistent idea that people not only change over time, but that in each moment, all the choices you have made up to that moment have created you specifically, and if you had made different choices, you would be a different person. i'm not the person i was then, five years out of grad school, busting my ass for $10/hour in children's bookstores, reading mostly middle grade because middle grade reliably is not romantic and i did not yet know i was aroace. so, overall, i'm grateful these books have come to me now (thanks to my best friend, who sent me Ancillary Justice for my birthday and kept telling me i would love it).

but let me talk a little about this third book in particular. once again, the stakes are incrementally raised: threats that were at a little distance before finally arrive in a bigger way, or come back again after a tense reprieve; the question of who is a person, what a "person" even is, becomes both more muddied and more crucial than ever. through it all, Breq continues to move doggedly forward with stubborn compassion for everyone but herself, keeps throwing herself in front of danger, and makes a more enormous impact on the world around her than i ever expected. this book is like everything i ever loved about Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (the best Trek don't come at me) but with oodles more gender fuckery.

it's also the really beautiful culmination of my other favorite theme of these books: that you can't know what effects your choices will have, and maybe you'll never know, but the chain of those effects will go farther than you imagine. it's so wild, on a second and third read, to see both the ripples of ruthless and self-centered choices, and the ripples of choices that come from an ethic of care. Even inside a terrible, imperialist system doing terrible, imperialist things, a single compassionate person persistently doing what she feels is right can change the course of someone else's life, and in doing so change the course of the universe.

a line i really liked: everything happening here is a blessing

"Thank all the gods," said Sphene. "I was afraid you were going to suggest we sing that song about the thousand eggs." "A thousand eggs all nice and warm," I sang. "Crack, crack, crack, a little chick is born. Peep peep peep peep! Peep peep peep peep!" "Why, Fleet Captain," Translator Zeiat exclaimed, "that's a charming song! Why haven't I heard you sing it before now?" I took a breath. "Nine hundred ninety-nine eggs all nice and warm..." "Crack, crack, crack," Translator Zeiat joined me, her voice a bit breathy but otherwise quite pleasant, "a little chick is born. Peep peep peep peep! What fun! Are there more verses?" "Nine hundred and ninety-eight of them, Translator," I said. "We're not cousins anymore," said Sphene.

the combo deets

how i read them: i read the first as a physical book (thanks B <3), started the second as an ebook, happened to be at a bookstore and picked up the second and third, and so read them all physical in the end. also, highly rec the audiobooks!! i don't know how they'd go as a first read, but they're extremely fun as a reread. lots of great accents and really interesting tonal choices.

try these if you: dig hard SF and examinations of artificial intelligence and personhood, are weak for self-sacrificing main characters, want that sweet aspec rep, or fuck with gender! or, and this may sound weird, love people bonding with dragons in your fantasy books--there are a lot of relationships here that feel similar to me.

maybe not for you if: you really need to avoid depression/suicidality, drug addiction, or genocide in stories. none of these things are here in a degree that i found too difficult to handle, but i like an uncomfortable read, so ymmv.

i'm reading Provenance, the next book set in this universe, right now! so more Imperial Radch reviews to come.

#books and reading #bookblr #book recs #book reviews #imperial radch #ann leckie #ancillary justice #ancillary sword #ancillary mercy #queer science fiction

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kittyblackout · 1 year

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Love is in the air - an endgame jegulus fic with rosekiller, part 1

Rosekiller play matchmaker. Ft Regulus wondering how he became friends with these idiots.

Rosekiller fluff <3

Jegulus <3

Wolfstar being oblivious idiots

Sorry if there is grammatical error and slight spelling mistakes, this has not been proofread by my English lit friend yet!

Hope to have part 2 up in the next few days. I'm exited for it, cause we get scheming rosekiller and flutered Regulus for the entire thing. :)

Tw, underage drinking. Nothing graffic, just a breif mention of a past party. As always, please put yourself first!! Enjoy!

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“EVANNNNNNNN!” Barty screamed at his boyfriend, jumping on him where he lay on his bed.

“Good morning to you too.” Evan says fondly, sitting up in bed, discarding the book that had lay on his face only moments before. “ Is there a reason that you woke me up at six in the bloody morning, or are you just being needy?”

“I am not NEEDY” Barty says in mock offence, rolling his eyes playfully, as he flops down on top of Evan, sighing dramatically as he does so. And do i need a reason to see the love of my life, the sun to my moon, the sky to my earth, the-”

“Okay.” Evan says, shoving Barty off him. “ I get it, you love me, who dosent? But if there isn’t a specific reason you came here other than to bother me then i suggest that you come here and let me sleep.”

Barty huffs indignantly, but nevertheless, he crawls under the covers and wraps his arms around the other boy, stroking his hair gently. He sighs happily when Evan shuffles closer, pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes, humming contentedly. Barty chuckles slightly and presses a chaste kiss to his forehead, watching as the other boy’s lips quirk up slightly. Barty had never believed in soulmates. That was until he met Evan on the hogwarts express when he was just eleven years old. Even at such a young age, he had simply known that he and Evan would be together forever. In the past, he had laughed at the suggestion that there was a soul out there, created to coexist perfectly with his own, someone that would celebrate with him at his best, and hold him at his worst. He had been raised in a house that did not teach love, only duty. But Barty understands how wrong his parents had been. Looking down at the boy lying beside him, Barty is sure that there is a magic in this world that does not come from his wand, but rather from his Evan. His best friend, his lover, his soulmate. As long as he had his Evan he knew hed be okay.

Barty is not sure when exactly he falls asleep, but he is awoken to muttering and rustling coming from the other side of the room. Regulus must be awake then, he thinks to himself. His suspicions are confirmed when he hears a small grunt and a quietly muttered, “ Oh for fucks sake.” For his strict upbringing, Regulus cursed like a sailor in the mornings. He was not a morning person by any standard; often banging into things in his haze, or falling over as he dressed himself. It was quite funny to watch. Him and Evan had made a habit of getting up earlier for most of fourth year and summoning some popcorn to watch Regulus get annoyed at inanimate objects that had never been moved, but that he swore were in a different place than yesterday. This aggravated Regulus a great deal, and made his mornings worse, and put him in a bad mood. Funny as it was, he was Barty and Evans’s best friend, so after careful consideration, they agreed to leave him alone in the mornings.

Chuckling to himself, he looks down at his boyfriend, still curled up asleep by his side. Barty reckons that he looks a bit like an angel when he sleeps. Carefree, innocent. That last thought draws a chuckle from Barty, who knows from experience that Evan is anything but. The shuffling and muttering outside the curtains of the fourposter abruptly stop, and before Barty can cast a locking charm on them, the curtains are being pulled open violently and he is face to face with a one Regulus Arcturus Black, who looks murderous in his half concius state. To be fair, he thinks, he always looks a bit murderous.

“Ever heard of knocking Black?” he drawls, rolling his eyes.

“These are literally curtains?” Regulus says back with a raised eyebrow. “And what are you even doing in here?”

“Ugh, same sentiment.” he says with a wave of his hand. “ Also i couldn’t sleep, and seeing as my wonderful perfect boyfriend was right here, as opposed to in, say, gryffindor tower perhaps-”

“James Potter is not my boyfriend!” Regulus cuts in through gritted teeth, his face a dark crimson that disappeared down his white school shirt.

Barty smirked.

“I have no recollection of mentioning our dear Jamie just a moment ago, but isnt it fascinating how he is the first person that comes to your mind when i mention hot gryffindors? And not Lupin? Cause if you want my opinion i think that Remus is definitely the better choi-”

Regulus throws a pillow at him.

“You are the most insufferable person i know!” Regulus whisper-yells at him. “ And Lupin obviously has a thing for my brother, and even is Sirius is too much of an idiot to realise it yet, he likes Remus! Also you have a boyfriend? Are you sure he’d be ok with you going on about how hot Remus is?”

“I’ll have you know that Evan completely agrees with me on this one.” Barty shoots back smugly. “ there is just no denying how hot Remus Lupin is. There is nothing to be done.” Barty raises his hand towards the canopy over the bed and lets it fall back against his forehead dramatically as he says this.

“Are we talking about how hot Lupin is?” is the muffled reply from Evan, from where he is lying facedown on the pillow now.

“Yes” says Barty, Just as Regulus says “No” with rather more force that necessary.

“He is rather fine, isn’t he?” says Evan as he sits up, fully awake in seconds.

“See!! What did i tell you?” Barty says to Regulus.

“Sometimes i wonder what he sees in you Barty, considering the sheer amount of childish joy that you have about being proven correct over a petty argument.” Regulus says with a small smile. “Not to mention all your other annoying habits; like that fact that you talk in your sleep, you dont brush your hair, your are insufferably annoying, you steel food-”

“Excuse me.” Barty begins. “You can rest assured Regulus darling, I dont know what he sees in me either, but there must be something. Also, i do brush my hair. Occasionally. And i dont talk in my sleep. That was a conscious effort to annoy you because you were being especially poncey that day, just downright insufferable. And as for stealing food. Do either of you everrrrrrr stop me?” he looks at the both of them, Evan full on laughing now, bent double, and at Regulus, who seems to barely be able to keep his composure. “Thats right. Neither of you have ever stopped me stealing your food once. And don’t i give you my food in return?”

Regulus looks aghast at that last statement.

“Barty, those granola bars you keep around the castle are not food! The were around when the dinosaurs roamed and stuff. And they tasted like cardboard.” he said.

Evan seems to compose himself enough to form a simple sentence at this point and nods gravely at Barty.

“ Yeah, sorry Bee, but those granola bars are a health hazard.”

“Evan you’re supposed to be on my side! I am your boyfriend!” he says. Gesturing at Regulus he adds; “That is just a smelly troll that lives under the bridge by the lake that stops by every now and then to bother us.”

“ I beg your pardon?” Regulus seems truly shocked. “Did you just call me a ‘smelly troll’, Bartemius?”

“Ohhh we’re full naming now are we?” Evan says, seemingly delighted by the chaos that is taking place around him.

“Oh shut up, Rosier. I’m going down to breakfast, you two better be down soon or you’ll miss it. And be warned; i will not be saving you any breakfast. Are we clear?” is Regulus’ reply, as he turns aroun and walks out the door, into the dorm and into the common room.

“Well that was amusing.” Barty says as he turns to Evan.

“It really was, if i’m being honest.” Evan says, before turning around completely to face Barty, before pulling him into a kiss.

Barty smiles against his mouth, and wraps his arms around Evan, fingers winding themselves in the other boys hair.

They stay like that for a while, missing breakfast by the time they are both out of bed with uniforms on.

When they finally make their ways down to the dungeons for potions, Regulus is standing outside, with two sandwiched wrapped in paper in his hands. As soon as he sees them, he scoffs and hands them their breakfasts before heading into the classroom.

Potions wan’t too bad, all things considered, they were working on amortenia, the strongest love potion in the world.

Slughorn even brought in a vial of it for the class to smell, and take notes on.

When it was Barty’s turn to go up and smell the potion and describe it’s aroma, he got the smell of wood smoke, peppermint, parchment and lemons. Evan, his brain said. He smiled to himself. “Smell good my boy?” askes a delighted slughorn. “If that is not the face of a boy in love then I’ll be damned!”

“Lemon, parchment and peppermint.” Barty says to Slughorn, who positively beams at the response.

Behind him in line, Regulus scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Evan nudges him forward, smiling to himself.

Regulus takes a long whiff of the potion, shoulders going slack, eyes closing, and a small smile gracing his features. His trance is broken almost immediatly when Slughorn raises an eyebrow and tuts, in a kids these days kind of way.

“And what might you be smelling, Mr, Black, that seems to have relexed you such a considerable amount? A lovely young lady perhaps?” Slughorn suggests.

Barty only just manages to keeps a straight face at the combination of the ‘lovely young lady’ comment, and the way Regulus is frantically shaking his beet red face.

“Well?” slughorn prompts. “What do you smell my boy?”

“Ughhh” Regulus stammers. “ Flowers! And parchment. Ughh, chocolate frogs and chamomile teabags?”

Slughorn nods his approval, and gestures for Evan to come up to the cauldron next.

“Flowers!” Barty mimics as soon as Regulus arrives to stand beside him.

Regulus looks positively mortified, and covers his face with his hands.

“Shut up, Crouch.” he says half heartedly.

Barty’s attention is soon caught by the sound of Evans voice floating through the dungeon. “Cured leather, mint, strawberry tea, books and fizzing wizzbees.” he says to slughorn, who congratulates him on the accuracy od his identification of the smells, and gestures for another student to come up to smell the potion.

Barty is positively beaming.

My, my, Rosier. That was very specific up there, i must say,” he says with a shit eating grin as evan sits down beside him, taking his hand under the table. “ if i din’t know any better i’d say that there was a very specific someone that the potion had in mind for you.”

Evan laughed, and something caught in Barty’s chest. He loved Evans laugh. It was beautiful, nicer music than any of the muggle orchestras that his father had been obsessed with could ever dream of creating.

“Oh, yes. My mysterious lover, that you will never learn the identity too. I have been sworn to secrecy, and till the day i die and beyond, my lips are seasled.” he mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key with his free hand, and squeezed Barty’s hand a little bit with his other.

Regulus makes a gagging sound, and mimes wrenching.

“Oh get a room you too!” he whispers too them.

“Oh your one to talk, Black. We both saw you up there with the potion. Flowers? Chamomile tea? Really? You think you’re fooling us reggie? We are your best friends, you cannot hide things from us. So tell us; what did you really smell?” Evan whispers quickly.

“Uhh-” is all Regulus can manage before he turns red. “I um. Didnt smell anyone in the potion.” he says.

“That is a blatant lie.” say Barty. “ you practically melted after one whiff, reg! Ohhh who was it? C’mon reg tell us! Please?”

A sudden thought makes its way into Barty’s mind. No, he thinks. It couldn’t be.

“Regulus.” Barty begins. “ Did you by any chance smell, oh, i don’t know, James Potter?”

Regulus turns bright red with embarrassment, and he mumbled out a quick ‘no’, before breaking eye contact and looking at his hands, with ar fidgeting in his lap.

“Oh my god!” Evan announces. “This is perfect.”

“What, why?” askes a very flustered Regulus. “What about this could possibly be perfect?”

Evan gets a mischievous glint in his eye, like he usually does before he’s about to drop the most earth shatteriing, mind blowing bomb-

Oh, Bartys brain goes. Evan has the most earth shattering news ever, but its good news. Regulus likes James, that much is obvious, so what could be good about that? James either likes Regulus back, but how could he possibly know that? Or, his brain counters, Regulus has a shot with James. If he’s being honest, this is a pthetically long amount of time to get on the right track but hes now staring at Evan, who’s wearing a shit eating grin, eyes wide and joyful.

“Is it…?” Barty cannot even finish that sentance.

“Oh yes, Barty my darling, it is indeed.”

“How did you find out?” he askes in awe.

“ I snuck into Lupins party of course. Everyone goes, so it was easy enough to get in. hey! You muppets were there with me!” he says.” How can you not remember? Anyway. Remember when i went to get drinks? Well. guess who ibumped into at the table, but our dear Jamie himself! He looked me up and down and said; ‘aren’t you one of Regulus’ friends?’ and i went, ‘uh yeah?’ and he looked at me for a minute, and he must have been absolutely WASTED, cause he literally just said, ‘ is Regulus, you know…’ and i was kinda slow, not gonna lie, i didn’t catch on and i said to him, ‘ehh, is Regulus what?’ now i was righly confused and then he goes, ‘you know, ehh. He’ really smart, and sarcastic, like SUPER funny, pretty hot, so i was wondering if i asked him out would i you know, like, have a shot with him?’

Regulus makes an indecipheral noice that does not sound like its a happy one.

“Evan you are amazing, I ever tell you that?” Barty whispers.

“And what might you have said to James?” Regulus says quietly, cutting Evan off before he can reply to Barty.

“What? Oh no i didnt get to reply. Your brother came and dragged him away to go and dance or something.” Evan says amusedly, eyes flicking over Regulus’ face to gage his reaction.

Regulus sighs in relief.

“Well.” says Barty. “You know what this means the, don’t you Ev?” Barty asks slyly.

“I do indeed.” Evan replied solemnly.

“No.” Is all Regulus says, looking between them. “Stop scheming this instant.”

“Oh reggie, i’m afraid its too late for that, because we have just found out that the boy that our dear, dear reggie is head over heels, hopelessly smitten and in love with also seems to be those things for him.” Barty says with a small, evil smile. “And if you think that we can let this opertunity fly you by then you are entirely mistaken.”

Evan chuckles at this.

“Evan!”

Yes Barty?”

“Operation make…uhhh…Ev do they have a couple name yet?”

“No they don’t Bee.” Evan says, grinning evily.

“Well then. They need one. Think Ev!” Barty says, mirroring Evans smile. “ Regulus and James. Rames? No thats horrific.”

Regulus splutters at the suggestion.

“Regulus and James, James and Regulus.” Evan is silent for a moment, before he speaks againn. “ Jegulus?”

“Oh Evan, you beauty you!” Barty says, gazing adoringly at his boyfriend. “ I knew that you could do it!

“ I’m sorry what?” Regulus interrupts. “ that is absolute gibberish and is almost worse then Rames.”

“Exactly.” Barty says. “Plus you hate it, so that is more than anough reasons to use it, don’t you think Ev?”

“Perfect reasons Bee. absolutely perfect.” Evan replies.

“Well then Evan. operation “Jegulus” is a go!” Barty says enthusiastically, really putting an emphasis on jegulus, much to Evans's delight.

Regulus groans in response, dropping his head on to the table, giving up completely.

#barty crouch jr #evan rosier #barty x evan #rosekiller #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #slitherin skittles #marauders #dead gay wizards #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #fanfic #scheming rosekiller by beloveds #flustered regulus questioning his life choices

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starlitangels · 2 years

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Kept Her Safe

Pups AU! Lil continuation of Keep Her Safe because Gabriel needed to come check on Micah 2.5k words

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Sam and I jumped out of the truck, slamming the doors, and immediately Sam was at the door to the house, rushing inside. “Micah!” he shouted as I ran in behind him. I shut the front door behind me, gave a brief "Hi,” to Vincent, his partner, their daughter, and both of Sam’s progenies, and ran upstairs after him.

By the time I made it up to Micah’s room, Sam had gathered her to his chest, tears sliding down his face and into her blue hair. He was clinging to her like she might dissolve if he let go.

Outside of shifting, my knowledge of magic was pretty minimal, but I’d been healed by magic plenty enough to recognize the feel of the echoes of it clinging to Micah’s Core. Given she only wore a tank top, I could see plenty of scrapes and bruises still lingering on her skin. Apart from the vibrant blue hair, she looked a lot like me when I was her age. And even though she was 5′8″, a mere four inches shorter than Sam, she looked so small huddled up against his chest.

I sat down on the bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her and Sam.

“What in hell were you thinkin’?” Sam whispered, sounding terrified. Micah tentatively reached up and wrapped her arms around Sam. Her breath shook.

“They were three hostile vampires, Dad,” she said. The California accent she usually faked was gone, leaving her Dad’s full Southern one that she naturally talked with. Sam had done the vast majority of teaching her how to talk, so it was no surprise that she talked with his accent. “Rose and I were out in the forest. Just wrestling. Playing around. I… I couldn’t—” She choked on a sob. “I couldn’t let them get close to Rose.”

“Why didn’t you just call for Vincent? He woulda heard you,” Sam said.

Micah shook her head. “I didn’t have time to think,” she said. “I had to act.”

Sam actually smiled, meeting my eyes. Your daughter, he mouthed.

I gave him a snarky raised eyebrow. Yours too, I mouthed back.

“I know you’re talking about me,” Micah muttered.

I rubbed her back soothingly. “Your dad’s just pointing out that that’s exactly what I would have done.”

She sniffed. “You’re not... mad at me?” she raised her head off Sam’s chest, amber eyes meeting my gaze, then Sam’s.

“Oh, trust me, little darlin’, I’m livid,” Sam said. He hadn’t called her little darlin’ in quite a while—though it usually came up when she was acting like me the most. “But it’s because I was scared for you. You’re our baby girl.”

Micah squirmed. “Dad, I’m seventeen,” she mumbled.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re still my little girl and always will be.”

She grumbled a little bit, leaning forward into Sam’s chest again and he chuckled. He met my eyes. “She sounds just like you,” he said to me. I smiled. He reached up and scratched the back of her head. “And, rest assured, the lecture’s comin’ later.” He was still holding my gaze. “But, I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we’re proud of you, too.”

Micah sat up to meet Sam’s eyes. “What?”

Sam tugged on a lock of Micah’s hair, winding the wave around his finger the way he did when she was really little and it put her to sleep. But only when Sam did it, back then. “It was reckless and stupid—but it was brave. And you kept Rose safe. The way you always promised all-a us you would. You’re the only non-vampire Vincent and his partner trust to babysit Rose alone. And this is why. Rose has no powers—and probably won’t have any until she comes of age if she makes the decision to let her parents turn her. She’s the most vulnerable member of the clan—and you are trusted to make sure that vulnerability is protected.”

“We are proud of you, Micah,” I said. “I, specifically, am amazed that you held your own against three vampires for as long as you did. Especially at your age.”

Micah sniffed. “Thanks,” she said.

Sam tugged on the lock of hair again. “Are you ready to come downstairs?”

She nodded.

We helped her up. I caught Sam assessing her injuries the moment the blankets exposed them. “Who healed you up?” he asked.

“Vincent and Natalie.”

“Didn’t know Nat knew healing magic.” Sam was the only person who ever called Natalie Shaw “Nat.” She was either Natalie or Natty and nothing else. She didn’t like Nat when it came from anyone else. But she’d always let Sam call her that.

“Uncle Vincent said she doesn’t, but that she let her magic follow his. Said it was her dad’s idea. David’s.”

Sam’s eyes glazed over for just a moment. He was remembering the Inversion. When he taught David how to let his magic flow free behind Sam’s healing magic to save Asher’s life. “Oh,” he said. “Alright.” I squeezed his hand.

Together, we helped Micah downstairs—where she was immediately grabbed by Rose and held tight. “You’re okay!” Rose exclaimed. Micah leaned back into me to stay steady and wrapped her arms gently around her cousin. I held onto her, closing my eyes, grateful everyday she had so much of Sam in her that she wasn’t a carbon copy of me. Micah and I were a lot alike. I had no room to lecture her for taking on three vampires at once at her age and I knew that. We were both reckless, headstrong, and stubborn.

But where I had wanted to make sure Micah was raised to be tough and capable of taking care of herself and protecting the people she cared about, Sam had wanted to make sure Micah was raised to be kind and caring. And by God had she inherited Sam’s heart. And I was grateful every damn day that she had. It meant she hadn’t suffered loneliness like mine when I was her age. Micah just knew how to connect with people—make friends and trust them to have her back. Every time I came downstairs some Saturday morning to find her and Natalie in their wolf forms asleep on the living room floor, curled up on either side of Danny Greer, I was almost overwhelmed with joy.

Yes, my daughter took after me a lot. But she was also so much like Sam that I could trust her not to make the same mistakes I had.

Micah squeezed Rose tighter. “I’m okay,” she agreed.

“Dad said you were really hurt,” Rose said.

Micah pulled on one of Rose’s pigtails. “I was. But your dad fixed me up just fine.”

Rose snuggled against Micah’s chest. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she mumbled.

“Me too, Ro.”

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Vincent, his partner, Rose, and Sam’s progenies had all gone off to their respective homes an hour previous when a knock echoed off the front door. Micah looked up from where her dad was healing a bruise on her arm. Her shifter parent got up and went to answer the door.

“Gabriel. I assume you’re here to see Micah?” they said. Ever the blunt one.

Micah looked up. Sam gave her a gentle smile. She’d told both of her parents that she hadn’t wanted Gabriel to see her downed—the same sentiment she’d told her uncle when she first found out Gabriel wanted to see her. So Sam had started to mop up the last of her injuries. Most of her skin was clear of the remaining scrapes and bruises.

“Hey Tank. Yeah, if I can.”

“Micah, door’s for you.”

Micah got up and went to the door.

Gabriel was standing there, picking at one of his fingernails. Micah stepped out the door and shut it behind her. “Wanna sit?” she asked, putting her Dahlian accent back on.

She sat on the porch stairs. Gabriel folded himself down next to her. “How... how are you?” he asked. Micah opened her mouth, narrowed her eyes, and closed it again. “That’s a dumb question. Sorry. You just got beaten to hell by three vampires. Don’t answer that.”

“No, no. It... I... I’m okay. Uncle Vincent, your sister, and my dad patched me up pretty well.”

“Was your dad’s lecture one for the books?”

“He hasn’t given it to me yet. But it probably will break a record for me.”

“Temper level or length?”

Micah paused. “Yes.” She snickered.

Gabriel snickered. “I know he can hear us, but I like seeing you smile.”

Micah’s grin widened. “Thanks.” She cast her eyes down the porch stairs, not meeting Gabriel’s piercing green gaze. Gabriel’s eye color was identical to his dad’s, but nowhere near as sharp or stern. Even so, Micah didn’t want to meet that concerned look.

“Hey,” Gabriel entreated gently. She saw his hand extend into her vision, asking to hold it. She slid her fingers between his. She was taller than average and toned, but Gabriel was much bigger than she was, and his hand dwarfed hers. His was warm and callused. He had fewer calluses than she did, but he had the same calluses all shifters had. A tougher palm and finger pads as a result of running in wolf form. This wasn’t the first time she’d held his hand, but it was the first time since... since he took her to the Solstice Ball his last year at their high school. And before that since they were little kids and he’d held her and his sister’s hands to help them cross a street. “Look at me, Micah, please?”

She looked up at him finally. He was giving her a soft look. “Hi,” she said.

He gave her a little smile. “Hi,” he replied. “Micah, what you did... Natalie told me what your uncle told her about what you did. Three vampires. By yourself. I...” He took a deep breath. “I know Danny and I tend to give you a hard time. A... a harder time than we give my sister or Evelyn. I just... we’ve always felt responsible for you. You’re my baby sister’s best friend—”

“And I’m the most reckless,” Micah finished, looking back down the porch stairs. “I know that.”

“That’s not... what I meant. I... I wanted to say... I’m sorry. I’ve been too hard on you for a long time and...” He took a deep breath. “I... I’ve been harder on you than Danny because... you know I like you. I’ve had a crush on you since I was sixteen. And... well. I am my father’s son, I guess. I get... protective.”

Micah squeezed his hand, but didn’t say anything. Part of her mind always hated the fact that she had feelings for Gabriel—because what was more damn cliché than having a crush on her best friend’s older brother?

But how could she not? He was sweet and kind and gentle and mild-mannered and the closest thing their generation of the pack had to a voice of reason, apart from Danny. He’d just always been there. Been kind to her for as long as she could remember, even when he was giving her and Natalie a hard time.

How could she not have grown feelings?

Gabriel returned her tightened grip. “When Natalie called me and told me what happened... I was so scared. Part of me knew you’d be fine. You’re the toughest of all of us. But part of me was terrified that we’d lose you. That... I would lose you. Before I even got the chance to act on my feelings. Properly. The way I always wanted to.”

Micah met his eyes, one eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly. Waiting. Gabriel was raised right by the Shaws—if he wanted to kiss her, he’d ask permission first. That emerald gaze flicked over her, taking in her face. Pointedly avoiding her lips. “Are you going to act on them?” she prompted when they held each other’s gaze for a solid fifteen seconds and he hadn’t moved an inch. “Your feelings?” What could she say—she was as blunt as her parents sometimes.

Gabriel closed his eyes and looked away. “Not yet,” he said.

Micah pulled her hand out of his grip, heart smarting, stinging with rejection. “Thanks for coming by,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. “But I’m fine.”

“Micah, wait—” He reached out and caught her wrist. Just briefly enough to stop her, but not enough to force her to a halt. He stood up. At 6′5″, he towered over her. “You’re not eighteen yet. I turned twenty a few months ago. I’m pretty sure it’s technically illegal—not even counting all the hell Natalie would give me about ‘robbing the cradle’ or whatever. That’s why I’m not going to act on it yet. That’s why I’ve never acted on it. You’re so much younger than me—”

Micah scoffed. “Two-and-a-third years is not that much, Shaw.”

“In the grand scheme of things, no. But when we’re this young and around the age of adulthood it can feel like a lot.” He slid his hand down from her wrist to take her hand and brought it up to his face. “When you’re eighteen, I’d love to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll let me,” he promised. He pressed a careful kiss to her knuckles. “It’s just a couple months away.”

Micah’s smile was small, and still a little hurt, but it was there. “Then I guess I have something to look forward to,” she said.

His answering grin was relieved. “I’m glad you’re okay, Micah. And I’m glad you kept your cousin safe. I know your family means a lot to you. I’m glad you were able to... do what you did.”

“Thank you, Gabriel.”

“Gabe.”

“What?”

“You can call me Gabe. Just not in front of my parents—or the rest of the pack. Dad always flinches, and so do most older members of the pack who remember my grandpa. Natalie calls me Gabe too, though, so when it’s just the three of us, that’s fine.”

“Why?”

“You earned it. And Gabe is saved for people I care about. And... who I know... care about... me.” He gestured awkwardly with his other hand. “If you want. You don’t have to. I-I-I know you’re probably just used to Gabriel at this point so that’s fine too. It’s just if you wanted to—”

“Gabe,” Micah interrupted. Testing how it felt in her mouth. “It’s okay. If that’s what you want me to call you, then that’s what I’ll call you.”

He lit up. “Really?”

She nodded. “Yeah. And... if you want... my older siblings call me Mikey. Actually—not Frederick. Just the other one. But Rose calls me Mikey too. You can, if you want. In private.” She glared up at him. He smiled.

“Mikey. I like it. Okay.” He raised her hand to his lips again and pressed another kiss to her knuckles. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too.”

#Pups AU #Redacted ASMR #Micah Collins #Gabriel D. Shaw #Redacted Sam #Redacted Darlin'#Sam Collins #Darlin'#Starlit Fic

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on dreaming...

I can lucid dream. I in fact often lucid dream in the sense that I know I am dreaming at least somewhat, but even more interesting are the times that I know I am dreaming and I can take control, or near control, of the dream. I can decide what I want to happen, and it happens, or I can decide I don’t like the way something turned out and I can make it redo with a different ending. This isn’t constant, more occasional, but I dream big, epic, vivid things on the regular, so being able to go in and tweak things is fun and also helpful. My dreams also have reoccurring motifs. I have traditional repeated dreams: my teeth falling out, which is apparently quite universal, and also having to go back to high school because I am missing an arbitrary credit is another. I don’t have dreams I can fly, but rather dreams that I can jump very far without too much height. Maybe my fear of heights plays into that? I get the weightless sensation jut I’m just gliding around a few feet from the ground, or at most over rooftops. But other repeating themes are interesting, not in a dreams have meaning sort of way, but in a ‘my inner mental universe has it’s own extended canon at this point’. There is the house my aunt(s) and sometimes mother and sometimes I live in: it is not a house I have ever lived in, ever, it does not exist in real life. It is three floors (I have never lived in a house with three floors, I don’t think I have even stayed in one) and has incredibly narrow hallways and dark wood panelling. There is a specific layout to this place that remains the same, even if there is an occasional room change or addition. My aunt M is always living in the front rooms of the second floor. My aunt C sometimes lives on the third floor. There is always a secret mini attic attached to the entryway/mudroom in the backyard, that always is accessed from the second floor via a long straight staircase. There is always multiple baths, but I often dream that they leak for some reason or other. I have dreamed about this house over and over again for years with different dreams, some simple, some complex, but the same, nonexistent house. Fun thing? It sits where my childhood home is, in my dreams. Completely standing out, towering a full floor higher and completely anachronistic against the simple cookie cutter co-op townhomes around it. (I often dream about hiding in the attic crawlspace, looking through a porthole window where no one knows I am there. It’s very cosy.) I dream about, of all things, Doll Furniture. Specifically, chairs. I dream a LOT about doll chairs. See, I collect resin ball joint dolls, and for a bit I was looking for furniture for them. Found some pieces eventually, have some chairs and a couch, all is well. Except... now I dream about chairs. About going to stores that don’t exist any more and wincing at the price. About going to stores that would never sell them and finding dozens of designs locked up in display cabinets (sometimes I can’t get anyone to open them, sometimes they are more than I can afford.) My last lucid dream I walked into an ‘asian hobby store’ and I said, oh, nice, if I’m here I’m going to dream buy a chair and maybe this loop will STOP. So I bought a chair. Took it out of the store. Met up with friends to show them my success of purchasing dream chair in dream store. Dream chair was... somehow so badly made one arm rest pointed up at a 85 degree angle and the other slanted down into the seat. It had cracks running through it, so dream me decided the solution was to break it over my friend’s head. I think that friend was the actor Doug Jones. Idek what that was about, honestly. I can’t say this post has any real point, per se, just. Dreams are weird, and the power we give them when we feel they have meaning can be wild, but there’s no denying they do have some power (I’m not of the mind it’s magical, more like it’s going to make me have odd associations sometimes). I think it’s fascinating that some people don’t dream, or don’t remember their dreams, when I often remember mine quite clearly, and also that I can often see where certain elements of my dreams have come from my last day or two or the media I have watched. Also? Most of my dreams are done as though I am watching a show, ie: 3rd person with a camera crew. I dream in the first person sometimes, but it’s far more rare. My dreams come with cinematography. Though the lighting is generally very flat.

#dreams #dreaming #thinking thinky thoughts #thinking out loud

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Charming Eternity - Chapter 25

Chapter Sum: Sam and the Frogs take matters into their own hands and Maeve has to adjust her plans.

A/N: Sorry it’s taken forever for me to update this. I’m also sorry this chapter is short, the next one is longer.

Words: 1317

Warnings: None

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The next morning, Cal woke Maeve by tapping her face, repeatedly.

Mae… Mae… Mae… Cal thought with each bop on the forehead.

“What?” she mumbled as she turned her face into her pillow.

Just thought you should know Thing one and Thing two showed up about an hour ago and Sam left with them, he thought to her. It’s also past noon… She hummed into her pillow. They also borrowed Gramp’s car.

“What?!” Maeve sat up quickly making the cat fall off the bed with a loud yowl. He jumped back up to sit beside her and looked up at her.

I did not care for that, he thought. Maeve rolled her eyes with a smile and pet his head as she stood.

“I’m sorry. Where’s Mike?” she asked as she moved to quickly get dressed.

He’s the one driving, Cal thought as he stretched then laid down on the bed.

“Well, that makes me feel a little better. Where are they going?”

They didn’t really discuss their plan before they left. Maeve moved to her desk and began to write on a loose sheet of paper. Writing a strongly worded letter?

“Shut up,” she said with a chuckle.

I still think you should punish him specifically. He’s the one who wanted your cousin dead.

“Not helping.” Maeve muttered. “I can be mad at him all I want later,” she added as she folded up the paper. “Ciri?” The raven made a small noise as she shifted on her perch. “I need you to bring this to the boys, make sure they get it and that they read it when they wake up.” Circe made a sound like a hum of acknowledgement and took the paper in one tallon. Maeve opened the window so the bird could take off before moving to the closet.

After rummaging around in a chest for a few moments she popped her head out of the closet, eyes falling on Cal.

“I need a favor.” He lifted his head to look at her.

No, he thought. Don’t make me. Anything but that!

…

Calcifer grumbled to himself, hands in his pockets as he skated down the street. He had to do a double take when he saw Grandpa’s car heading his way with Sam driving. He saw Star in the back.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Calcifer muttered as they drove past. “Shit…” He kicked off on his board to skate faster down the road.

In the back of her mind she could hear Nanook start barking but only faintly. A few minutes later Sam was pounding on her door.

“Mae! Open up! Come on, Mae!” She opened her eyes, first looking down at the four marble sized orbs floating in a shallow bowl in front of her. One of the orbs had cracks scattered through the center branching outwards, not quite reaching the outer edges, while the other three remained untouched. “Maeve!” Sam shouted. She waved her hand and the door unlocked.

“What?” she asked as he threw it open.

“We got one!”

“What?” Maeve stood and noticed the Frog brothers’ standing behind him. “Wh-?”

“The little one,” Alan said, as his brother passed by, before the two headed downstairs. Maeve had to take a breath, glancing at the bowl again, and quickly followed Sam out of her room, making sure to close and lock the door behind her.

“We didn’t know which one was which, so we took a shot and it wasn’t the right one,” Sam said. “Now we have less than two hours before the sun goes down! Star and a kid are with Michael in his room.” She followed the three outside.

“Wh- You went and got Star? Sam-!”

“I know, you said you’d handle it! It’s too late for that now. Are you gonna help us or not?”

“Sam, of course I’m-”

“Then you need to get Grandpa out of the house for the night.”

“And where are you three going?” The two brothers grabbed their bikes, as Sam ran to get his.

“Hey, you can’t make holy water can you?” Alan asked.

“I’m 100% offended you just asked me that; no, I can't make holy water!” she snapped. The two brothers mounted their bikes as Sam rode his bike out of the garage.

“Let’s go!” The three took off down the driveway.

“Sam! Where are you going?”

“We’ll be back soon!” Sam called back.

“That’s not an answer!” Maeve threw her hands up with a huff before going back in the house. She opened Grandpa’s workshop door, he didn’t turn around but hummed,

“Hmm?”

“In the hopes of avoiding an actual massacre at the house, I need you to leave before the sun goes down.”

“Didn’t listen to you, did they?” Grandpa asked as he finished what he was working on.

“Nope,” Maeve said, popping the P sound. “I can make this work. Sam just gave me 50 extra steps, but I can make this work.”

“Oh, I know you can.” He stood, taking off his head equipment. “Strongest witch in the family.”

“...I’m the only witch in the family,” she pointed out as he walked by her.

“Still a compliment.”

Calcifer jumped down into the cave and looked around.

“Damn it, this is actually pretty sick,” he muttered. “Ciri!” he called out. A few moments later the raven flew into the room. “Well?” He held out an arm for her to land on.

“Marko!” she said. “Marko!”

“Shit, did it work?” Calcifer asked. She took off and flew back the way she came. “Alright, lead the way.”

He had to change into a cat for most of the way but changed back before he jumped down into the large opening.

“How ya feeling?” he asked as he approached where Marko sat on the ground; Ciri sat on his knee so he could pet her. The blond frowned in confusion since the room was pitch black; he of course could see but didn’t expect Calcifer to be able to. “I’m a cat, remember? I can see in the dark, mate.” He crouched in front of him. “Well, it worked, then.”

“Problem,” Marko said and held up the note Maeve had written earlier. “Ciri brought this to me, the others didn’t read it yet… and I couldn’t reach them to let them know I’m okay.” Calcifer tilted his head.

“Well, that’s cause they’re right there, innit?” He nodded his head to where the other three lay, unmoving. Marko looked over at them before looking back at Calcifer who reached out and pulled the chain of the pendant out of Marko’s shirt. He held it up enough so they could both see that it was now cracked and the colour had dulled. “Well, that’s one less thing she has to focus on.” He let the chain go. “You feel anything?”

“For a second but it wasn’t painful… more like a pressure.” He put a hand to his chest. “If she hadn’t…” He picked up the pendant and looked at it.

“Yeah, you can thank her later.” Calcifer held out his hand. “Can I see that?” Marko handed him the letter and he skimmed over it. “Yeah, you weren’t supposed to read this until you all woke up in here anyway,” Calcifer said.

“Why can’t I let them know I’m okay?" Marko asked, his voice breaking. Circe let out a small trill and Marko pet her head in an attempt to distract himself.

"Simple answer? It makes things easier for Maeve. Makes it easier for her to do the same thing she did for you for them, while also making sure Max doesn’t know the truth." Calcifer sat down and leaned against the wall. "By the end of the night, this should all be over… well, if all goes according to whatever new plan she had to come up with. Get some sleep, mate.”

A/N: Not sure when I'll update this next since I'm focusing on the Stranger Things fic but I'll try not to make it be super long.

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#Charming Eternity Fic #Poly!lost boys x original female character #The Lost Boys 1987

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Creative Writing Drabbles

I haven’t been online in the fandom space for about a week but I have returned with some drabbles! I’ve been taking a creative writing class for the last three weeks and although the course was short it’s helped to motivate me to write again. None of these are long enough to be stories on their own so I decided to post them altogether, there are definitely ideas I’d like to revisit in the future for longer fics though. Drabbles are under the “keep reading”, you can also find them posted on AO3 and DeviantArt.

Courtney - visual prompt - wet, crying woman

Courtney's boots squelched across the floor as she entered the house, solemnly peeling off her jacket and leaving it on the banister to dry. She padded upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom, letting out a sigh of relief as she was finally alone. Courtney turned on the tap and the heater shuddered to life, hot water flowing into the bath as she undressed. Her favourite tights had snagged in her hurry to get home, she'd have to replace these. Piling up her dirty laundry in a ball in the corner, she paused before getting in the bath, her eyes drawn to the mirror. She turned off the water before slowly padding over to the bath, taking in her haggard reflection. Her hair was still wet from the rain and starting to frizz out at the ends. Her makeup was running down her face, her carefully applied mascara nothing more than black streaks. Courtney could blame that on the rain at least, rather than her tears from the hour before. She looked paler than usual, no doubt from the shock. She could hardly believe this was happening to her. Courtney quickly entered the bath, praying it could wash her pain away...

Jock - written prompt - The tap on the shoulder woke me. "Shhh," she said with a finger pressed to her lips. "Follow me."

The tap on Brick's shoulder woke him. "Shhh," she said with a finger pressed to her lips. "Follow me." Jo coaxed her husband out of bed and the pair crept quietly downstairs. The house was decked out in Christmas decorations, lights twinkling away in the dark of night. The log fire had long since been extinguished as the entire family had gone to bed. All apart from one it seemed. Jo chuckled quietly at her daughter who lay fast asleep in front of the hearth, decked out from head to toe in her father's camouflage gear and brandishing a net. The cookies for Santa had been eaten and presents left under the tree but the girl hadn't managed to catch him, instead drifting off to sleep as she waited for a glimpse of the jolly man. Giggling to themselves Brick carried carried his daughter up to bed, with Jo following close behind, the pair eagerly awaiting Christmas morning.

Duncan - verbal prompt - describe the room as part of a specific genre

It was unsettling being in the classroom so late at night. Duncan was used to breaking and entering but there was something strange about the vacant room that left him feeling unnerved. Instead of the usual hubbub of eager pupils, there was silence, nothing but the ticking clock and the roaring of the wind outside. The desks and chairs had been pushed back, leaving the room looking emptier than it should be. The pale walls covered in markings and the old wooden furniture almost made Duncan feel that he'd jumped back in time, if not for the modern desktop at the front of the room. Wandering further inside Duncan noticed the coffee mug on the table, still warm. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought...

Crimson - use a character profile to write a story

Crimson shivered and pulled her trench coat tighter around her. She should have known better than to wear fishnets and a short skirt to a stakeout but she refused to trade out her goth attire for anything. Her platform boots were covered in mud but Crimson didn't care, if she was going to get to the bottom of this mystery then she needed to get her hands dirty, or in this case her boots. Ordinary people would be creeped out by the cemetery late at night but Crimson was no ordinary woman. The moon shone high in the night sky, flecks of light gleaming on the tombstones, still wet from the rain. It was beautiful in its own way. Crimson crept through the graves, sticking to the shadows. The only sounds were the wind rustling through the trees and the light click of her heels. Reaching the mausoleum Crimson rummaged through her satchel, retrieving her notebook and camera. The camera was an old fashioned thing, still spewing out grainy polaroids, but as far as she was concerned it was far more reliable than going digital. Hearing heavy steps thumping Crimson held her breath, preparing to find out who was sneaking around so late at night. What she didn't expect was her boyfriend to be wandering around the cemetery, holding a shovel stained with blood.

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