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yes-another-obey-me-blog · 4 years

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I did a thing

So you all know when I made that hcs list about omega Mc dealing with the bros fighting. well I sorta made a fic out of it, I thought you guys would’t like it cause it was like the Solomon fic. But now its just sitting here and now I’m like fuck it Imma post it so here ya go!

TW for this post! Abuse(mentioned), Panic attack, Bros fighting and it gets violent.

GN Omega Mc dealing with fighting bros, Mc x Diavolo if you squint once again Mc has no contracts at this time, Belphie is in the attic.

It was the same issue different family, the clashing voices, the throwing of books, glass shattering, and the smell of pissed off alpha. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen alphas fight for dominance but, it was the first time you’ve seen demonic alphas go at it. “U-um g-guys the meeting going to start soon so maybe we should all just take a breath and-”

“You stay out of this omega!” Mammon screeched glaring at you then snapping his eyes back to Lucifer. "I’m sick and tired of being treated as a second rate alpha, I’m done being called scum, and I’m done with your sadistic punishments!“ Lucifer, regal as ever just brushed his brother off and continued to take the files out for the meeting.

“Quit your whining Mammon, I don’t have the time nor the energy for it.” Lucifer looked your way and rolled his eyes, he’s yet to accept you in his pack. he could care less about how you feel but, he should try to keep you calm a panicking omega would be another headache. "and control your self you’re scaring the omega, you scare them and it will cause trouble for Diavolo.“

"Why is Diavolo all you care about!” Mammon roared pulling his arm back. You moved before you could think, one second your a safe distance back and the next your gabbing Mammon’s arm to stop his punch. The smell of nickel and copper with an iron tang hit your nose. You’ve never smelled Mammon pissed but you assume this is his scent. The room seemed to stop Mammon staring at you with rage that could rival Satan. "Omega. let. GO.“ You shook your head and held his arm tighter. Mammon shifted to demon form.

"Mammon let the omega go,” Lucifer spoke with a deadly calm tone his wing spread in a show of dominance. Mammon met his display with his own. Lucifer shook his head at his little brother, his favorite brother, the little brother that would look up to him with eyes full of love and adoration now glare at him in hatred and anger. "Mammon, Don’t make me put you in your place once again, especially in front of an omega.“

"Get the hell offa me!” Mammon shook his arm violently managing to shake you off. You back cracked when you hit the ground but you’ve felt worse pain, you jumped back up and got in-between the two alphas. letting out your calming scent to try to get them to calm down, normally this would work in a pack. But, you’re not apart of their pack, you’re an outsider putting your nose where it doesn’t belong and now you’re on thin ice.

“Please try to clam down both of you, there is no need for this if we just talk it through I’m sure we can figure this out without violence.” You smiled softly at Mammon, the demonic alpha you currently stood in front of. He slowly approached you and you thought he was going to hug you or state you were right but, as he got closer you saw his eyes weren’t looking at you. He was looking above you with fists clenched, teeth bared, and wings fully strained. You made a big mistake, never turn your back on a raging alpha, your back was to Lucifer. A deep growl sounded behind you and you slowly turned and were greeted to an enraged Lucifer. It happend so fast.

A tail wrapped around your waist and yanked you out from between the two alphas seconds before the sound of bones snapping and roaring reached you. "Mc, you normie are you crazy!“ Levi screamed over the fight. "You’re the only omega I’ve seen that gets in-between shit like this!” There was a loud crash and you both turned to see Mammon get slammed through the long meeting table.

You clung to Levi and whimpered, “Can you stop them?” He turned to you with a look of terror on his face. You wanted him to get in-between two of the strongest Alphas in Devildom? Mammon shook off the debris from the table he looked up growled at Lucifer then launched back up in the air. Levi gulped, yeah like that’s going to happen.

“Do I look like Beel?! I can’t stop them!” He flinched when he heard you whimper a high pitched one and his widened. "Mc, don’t screech!“ his hands covered your mouth, "That could make things even worse!” He looked at your teary eyes and caved. "Fine, I’ll see what I can do.“ With that Levi entered the ring, screaming about how their both being stupid Normies. Beel was the next one to come in, as soon as he saw the fight he shifted and was air born trying to get in-between Lucifer and Mammon and physically separate them. If Beel could have smelled you over the scent of sweat and alpha pheromone you would have been his top priority. Satan came in next and was using his tail to grab at Lucifer and drag him down so Beel just had to subdue Mammon. You had no clue when Asmo came in but he was on the phone with someone trying to get help you assume.

This was all your fault, you should have just left and gotten help when you saw the oldest brothers so tense with each other. The voices of your family filled your head, screaming about you being a screw-up, about you being the reason they fought, why couldn’t you be better. Your chest felt tight, the air was too thin, smells were too much the breaking of glass, shattering wood, and the sound of screaming or was is screeching? Wait that wasn’t the brothers was that you? Was this unholy mixture of a whimper, scream, and yep coming from you? When you finally took a breath you noticed all the brothers had stopped moving. Breathing hard your eyes dashed around the room looking for a way out, looking for some kind of safety. Mammon took a small step in your direction but stopped taking a deep breath through his nose and he looked ill. You reeked of rotten fruit and of blood, not a pleasant mixture but a very strong scent.

Thundering footsteps got everyone’s attention you whimpered and scooted back into a corner. You always felt safe in corners, people could only come at your front, no one could attack you from behind or your sides. You curled up tightly in a ball and hid your head in your arms protecting your neck for good measure. The double doors swung open and the scent of an apex alpha filled the room.

"Does someone what to tell me what’s going on?” Diavolo’s voice boomed causing you to whimper and make yourself even smaller. His eyes shot to you and he clenched his jaw, heading your way. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to disappear in the corner but you couldn’t escape the absolute mountain of an alpha approaching you.

“I’m-I’m sorry, so-so sorry al-alpha.” Your instincts were at war with each other, one side was trying to run and the other wanted to offer yourself to quell his anger. But he just kept getting closer and closer to you so you submitted. You forced your head as far back as you could, barring your neck as much as possible, and closed your eyes to avoid meeting his. When Diavolo reached you he knelt down in front of you and spoke in hushed tones.

“Omega, it’s okay,” He opened his arms. "I’m here now, nothing can hurt you now.“ You whimpered and cracked an eye open, straining to see the alpha. "It must hurt bearing your neck like that and, I know you can’t see me that well like that.” Slowly you uncurled from your ball and looked down, still uneasy about meeting his eyes. "I know you’re scared but, omega, you need to look at me and talk to me.“ He scooted closer to you. "I need to make sure you’re not hurt.” An alpha who wanted to make sure you’re not hurt? That’s a first for you. You looked up at the alpha kneeling in front of you causing him to hum happily. "There we go, you’re so brave omega.“ He radiated safety, you wanted to feel safe but, you didn’t want to cross any lines. One glance from Lucifer had you scuttling into his lap, fuck not crossing lines, you wanted comfort and you wanted it now. His body stiffened for a second but his arms quickly wrapped around you. You finally felt safe again in his embrace, his scent masked the other scents in the room making it feel like all the other demons weren’t in the room. Your breathing started to even out and your scent started to return to normal, you were starting to relax. A sudden cough interrupted you both, with a snarl Diavolo turned to growl but held it back when he saw it was just Solomon.

"Am I interrupting something?” Solomon asked with a raised brow. With a huff, Diavolo stood up, placing you in one arm, and walked towards Solomon. Both apex alphas had a stare down neither one wanted to look away first but, one look at you in Diavolo’s arms had Solomon looking down first.

“No, you’re not interrupting a thing.” Diavolo nodded at Solomon’s submission and carefully untangled your arms from him. He smiled when you whimpered and held on tighter and buried your face in his neck. "Mc, you need to go with Solomon what I’m about to do you can’t witness,“ he mumbled in your ear. "But when I’m done I’ll come to see you alright?” You nodded and let go of him. "Good Omega.“ He placed you down and you walked to Solomon and, he welcomed you with open arms literally. "Solomon, take Mc to purgatory dorm. They’ll be staying with you until further notice.” With a nod, Solomon started to walk you out when the doors slammed shut and the lock clicked you both heard a beastly growl.

“Mc, hold on to me.” You held on to him as he chanted something in Latin and a portal opened up he quickly dragged you through it when you both heard the yelling started. The portal opened up in his room and he set you down on the bed. "Feel free to make a nest if you need it if you need more blankets or pillows let me know okay?“ Solomon really wished he wasn’t on scent blockers at this moment he wanted you to curl up in his scent just like you did with Diavolo. Solomon bit back a growl at the thought of him, turning around to hide his snarl. Diavolo forced Solomon to show submission and for the first time, Solomon was pissed about it. He’s an Apex just like Diavolo. "Mc did you hear me?… Mc?” Solomon turned to you and smiled, you were passed out clinging to his pillow. Solomon walked over and sat down next to you running his hand through his hair. "If that demon thinks I’m giving up on you, he’s got another thing coming.“ Solomon rubbed at his neck forcing the scent blocker off while forcing more of his scent out. He placed his hand, that was drenched in his scent, on your scent gland. He wasn’t trying to erase Diavolo’s scent, in fact, he was letting him know that he wasn’t the only alpha after your hand. "Game on Diavolo, Game on.”

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me bros #obey me Solomon #obey me fic #obey me abo AU #abo au

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angstyaches · 3 years

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Oooh, could you possibly do "Have you eaten today?" for the prompt meme?

Thank you for this, anon! (Sorry it took so long, *gulp*.) This is while Shayne’s at the Aldridge townhouse, still settling in and getting to know Felix.

I HAVE written the conversation Shayne has with Ryan. Please let me know if you’re interested in seeing that posted soon!

CW: hunger, disordered eating, past trauma, food issues, angst.

When to stop talking, and when to start

(Three Boys in a Townhouse)

Shayne stopped at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing at his eyes and shivering. He’d only come down for some water, but now it seemed he was having auditory hallucinations. The TV in the front room of the Devine’s mansion had never worked, but there was a low hum of unfamiliar voices and applause and music leaking from the direction of the front room, and –

He looked around as he took his hands away from his eyes. The hallway walls were painted crisp white, lit only by a boxy white lamp on an iron dresser; if he were back with the Devines, he’d be looking at Madelyn’s antique display cabinet against a burgundy wall, lit by a handful of candles, if lit at all. But he was miles away, in the Aldridge townhouse.

A low groan of confusion escaped from deep in his chest. He was dizzy and a bit nauseous, now that he took a moment to check in with himself. He rubbed half-consciously at a dull ache in his belly, stopping himself when he realised someone could come into the hallway and see him at any time.

You think your petty ailments matter in the grand scheme of things? The sound of Madelyn’s voice was as clear in his head as it had been in whatever dream had disoriented him. Shayne cleared his throat and tried to look more alive than he felt as he turned left at the end of the stairs, towards the kitchen.

He wasn’t sure if it was the solid day of study or the intense twenty-minute nap he’d just woken up from, but something had seriously messed up his head, along with his body. He felt like he was either going to retch or feel his knees buckle under him at any second, and he just wanted to grab a drink quickly, and get back upstairs before he bumped into Elliott, or Nancy, or Ryan, or especially –

“Oh, hey, Shayne!”

The kitchen was as monochromatic as every other room in the house, with white lighting that was almost offensive. Shayne wasn’t used to seeing the corners of furniture, the details in floor and wall tiles, so clearly. It was like an assault on his senses and didn’t help with the queasy ache in his stomach.

He blinked at the sight of Felix, and again at the smell of food cooking. It must have been earlier in the evening than he’d thought. The air was mostly full of the smell of hot oil, and a lot of steam that was coming from a stocky white contraption next to the microwave.

Felix had been standing near the white appliance and checking his phone, but had looked up at the sudden movement in the doorway.

“Evening,” he said, a soft smile splitting his face.

“Hey,” Shayne said, unable to suppress a shiver. He hadn’t realised just how cold he was until he felt the warmth in the air from food being cooked. He shoved his hands into his pockets, wishing the kitchen had been empty. “Sorry, I’ll be out of your way in a minute.”

“Aw, buddy, you can be in my way all you like.” Felix laid his phone down on the countertop and casually folded his arms. “We nearly straight-up forgot you were in the house. You’ve been revising all day?”

“Pretty much.” Shayne felt Felix watching him as he took down a glass and went to fill it up from the sink. He took a few sips to try to calm the weird shakiness, but the sensation of the cold liquid running down made him shiver again.

“Yeah, its chilly tonight,” Felix said, as though agreeing with something Shayne had said aloud. “Elli and I have got a fire going in the front room. You could bring your books downstairs and study down here, unless the TV would be too distracting.”

Shayne took another sip of water, his hand weirdly unsteady, as he considered the offer. Being near a fire sounded nice, but it wasn’t the TV he was most concerned about being in a room with. Elliott had seemed so cold the past few days, and Shayne didn’t know how to deal with him. Another reason he’d been basically isolating himself in his room.

“I know it probably seems like he’s annoyed and doesn’t want to see you,” Felix admitted, as though he’d somehow read Shayne’s mind. “But Elliott’s just – he’s reluctant to make the first move, after everything. He can be stubborn as hell sometimes. I guess you’ve got that in common, and that’s why you clash horns so often.”

Shayne lifted his head in surprise, the shakiness in his bones suddenly feeding into panicked defensiveness. “I’m not stubborn. Am I?”

“Um, of course not. What was I thinking?” Felix visibly chewed his lip and turned his gaze away. “I think I know the answer to this, bud, but have you eaten today?”

Shayne shook his head slightly. He hadn’t, but he was fine with that. He didn’t want to ask anything of the Aldridges, aside from the space he’d been given to use. Space couldn’t be used up; he could leave the bedroom in the exact same state he’d found it in. It’d be like he was never there, eventually, and he wouldn’t have to feel that he owed them anything.

He’d been feeling so sick and stressed that the thought of food genuinely wasn’t appealing anyway; in fact, the lack of food in his system should have reduced the nausea that had been coming and going since he’d arrived at the townhouse, but somehow it hadn’t.

“You know you…” Felix grimaced and trailed off, seeming unsure of whether he was supposed to laugh now or not.

Shayne gulped against a swelling sensation in his chest. The flash of sympathy he’d just seen in Felix’s eyes reminded him way too much of Charlie’s questions, Charlie’s attempts to feed him, Charlie’s soft expression as he tried to understand. The hollow ache in the pit of his stomach seemed to sharpen slightly; damn it, he’d almost lasted the whole day without letting himself dwell on Charlie…

“You know you’re allowed to eat, right?” Felix finally finished, lowering his voice. “The kitchen’s not just here for show.”

“I – yeah, I know,” he tried to say matter-of-factly. His hands burrowed into the pockets of his jeans and his shoulders tensed so suddenly that they ached.

“You can eat with us in a little while, if you’re hungry,” Felix offered.

Eating with Felix and Elliott. Eating with two whole people; being near them while he put food in his mouth and chewed it up and swallowed it. One person he barely knew and didn’t know how to act around, and one person who pretty thought he was a psychopath. The whole thing sounded like a horror movie scenario.

“Thanks,” he said flatly, gulping against the fear gurgling up the back of his throat. “I’m not hungry.”

“That’s a shame, it’s just – I forgot that Nancy would be out tonight,” Felix went on, glancing towards the white appliance, which was expelling a lot less steam than it had been before, “so I’ve actually made more than enough for the three of us, especially since Elli eats so little nowadays. I always overestimate how much rice I need to make.”

Shayne lowered his gaze again at the mention of Elliott’s name, but looked up again at the white appliance on the countertop. “That thing is for rice?”

“Oh – yeah, you’ve never seen one of these?” Felix’s eyes lit up a little as he looked at the machine too. “It makes the rice come out sooo soft and fluffy, you have no idea. I fried some chicken earlier to go with it.”

Shayne suddenly recognised the sharp ache that had crept down under his ribs and seemed to have wrapped itself around his insides. He moved a hand from the pocket of his jeans and into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing – Charlie’s – so he could put a little pressure on his stomach.

“My friend Kazu’s older sister taught me how to fry chicken. It’s called karaage in Japanese,” Felix was continuing. “I definitely don’t do it justice, but I like to think I’ve perfected it in my own way over the years. The coating is just slightly crispy, and the chicken stays juicy on the inside. It goes so well with the rice.”

Shayne held his breath and stared at the black and white floor tiles. He really wanted to think of something to say as he felt his stomach start to cramp.

He wanted words to come out of his mouth and distract from what he knew was coming, but his mind went completely blank except for the hot sting of embarrassment.

The deep, traitorous rumble started under his ribs, and even when he pressed his hand a little harder against his belly, the sound still swelled. The pain twisted deeper into his stomach too, making it hard not to wince.

“Are you okay?” Felix asked quietly, after letting a couple of seconds of silence pass over.

Shayne glanced up, his skin still feeling hot with shame at being caught, not only in the lie about not being hungry, but also in this state of needing something. Felix’s easy smile made the tension in his shoulders loosen slightly.

“How about I put some food aside for you to take up to your room?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Shayne said quickly, scratching at his neck. Despite everything, he had to admit to himself that he felt a bit… relieved, at the thought of being able to eat alone.

“I do, actually.” Felix pointed to his own ears. “Even half-vamps have heightened senses, buddy. Elli and I won’t get any sleep if your stomach’s gonna growl like that all night.”

The humiliation clawed at Shayne’s skin like a physical thing, so overpowering that he thought he was going to finally retch. Madelyn’s voice played over his own thoughts again, her tone so sharp it made him jump on the spot.

If you love making stuff disappear down that throat of yours so much, why don’t you make yourself useful and make sure it’s a demon? Instead of wasting actual food and making a pathetic weakling of yourself –

“I’m kidding, bud.” Felix leaned his elbows on the island in the middle of the kitchen and tilted his head to smile up at him. “Hey, I’m really sorry. Okay? I’m – I’m just an idiot over here, not knowing when to stop talking...”

The end of Felix’s sentence melted off into a chuckle, though it sounded off. Heavy. It didn’t sound like Felix. Shayne’s shoulders tensed again as he realised it was his fault. If he could figure out when to start talking, maybe people wouldn’t get so uncomfortable around him.

His belly started to growl again, though this time he just placed his hand over it, feeling a bit defeated. Felix’s gaze flicked up and he gave Shayne a weak half-smile.

“If I leave food for you, will you eat it?”

Shayne tried to make himself nod, but when he finally managed to, he also found that tears had sprung to his eyes. He gulped and fought them back, but couldn’t stop his hands from shaking; though he was no longer sure if it was from emotion, or the cold, or the hunger that was clearly sapping his energy. He folded his arms tightly across his middle and stared at the floor tiles again.

“You should...” Felix trailed off, and didn’t start again until Shayne reluctantly met his gaze. “You should talk to Ryan about - about whatever. She acts a bit like a robot, but she’s understanding, and - well, she’s good at fixing problems.”

Shayne nodded wordlessly, curling his arms a little tighter against his stomach as another noisy vibration began. He let himself let out a small groan this time, reckoning it was better than awkward silence.

“I’ll leave yours in the microwave,” Felix said, standing up from where he’d been leaning over the countertop. “You can go, if you don’t want to be here when Elliott comes out.”

Shayne glanced towards the kitchen door, already feeling a little anxious at the thought of seeing Elliott. But like Felix had said, Elliott probably wasn’t going to make the first move, so maybe... maybe Shayne had to.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait,” he said, swallowing hard as he met Felix’s gaze again. “Do, um, do you need help with anything?”

#hunger #hunger fic #swallow the world #three boys in a townhouse #shayne #felix #food #prompt #stomach growls #disordered eating #angst

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drumboydowoon · 4 years

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Woof Woof | Stray Kids AU

Chapter Three / Return of the Memories and the Fellowship of Fear

Werewolf!Chan au

Warnings / language

Words / 5K+

Masterlist

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The first thing you notice when your eyes flutter open suddenly, is the splitting pain pulsing in the back of your head. Then it shifts to the aches that run down your thighs to your calves. You groan at the throbbing pain and lay there for a moment, getting ready to sit up both physically and mentally.

After you’ve prepared yourself to move, you sigh and try to sit up, however, you can’t. You suddenly felt the heavyweight wrapped around your torso. You pout in confusion, then look to see what’s responsible. The questions become endless once you see that it’s someone’s arm wrapped around you. You allow your eyes to trail up the arm all the way to the face that sleeps right behind you.

Gasping, you lightly jump at the surprise of seeing Chan’s face right next to yours. You’re about ready to shove him away until you notice that his eyes are still closed and he’s letting out soft snores. It’s obvious that he’s still asleep… But why is he asleep next to you? That’s the big question of the hour.

You purse your lips as you gently push his arm off of you. For a moment, he flinches and you cringe, thinking that you woke him up. Luckily for you, Chan’s still out cold. When you move next, you make sure you’re careful to not wake him. You quietly slip away from him and get up off the painfully hard ground.

You brush yourself off and look around the room, which definitely wasn’t the bedroom that you were expecting (thank god). Instead, you find yourself in the basement of the boy’s home. More questions arise.

It also happens that you aren’t alone in the basement. Besides Chan, Felix lays on the floor next to the stairs, curled up into a ball and fast asleep as well. Curious as to who else may be in there with you, you turn around and search the room. You find another sleeping body resting a few feet away. Gazing curiously at him, you finally recognize who it is. It’s neither Minho or Jisung that you suspected. It’s Hwang Hyunjin, someone you knew a lot about, but never spoken to.

Frowning, you wonder what he was doing here, or what any of you are doing down here in the basement. Blinking, you stare at all three of them in thought for a while. What did you do last night to end up here?

Then, like a dam breaking open, everything suddenly comes crashing back to you all at once. Everything from you arriving at Felix’s house, to Felix and co. trying to murder you, to Minho coming to your rescue and knocking Chan out with a rock because he was getting a little handsy. In an instant, your jaw drops wide open as you’re at a complete loss for words.

Your body starts to shake as you slowly take a few steps back. Keeping your gaze locked both on Chan and Hyunjin, you fail to remember that he’s set up by the stairs. Taking another step backwards, your shoe collides with a body. Your entire being jumps in fear and you accidentally let a squeak escape you.

Felix groans at the contact and moves his arm out to scratch his leg, where you just kicked him. “5 more minutes…” he grumbles, but his eyes remain closed, though. There’s a cute pout etched on his face as he settles back into his previous sleeping position. You sigh in relief and this time you’re careful watch where you’re going and maneuver around him.

Once you step over him, you go up the first few steps very stealthy. After going around the corner and out of sight from them, caution goes out the window and you break into a sprint upstairs. It’s not until you're halfway up the stairs that you begin to feel a stinging sensation going across your waist to your stomach. It burns, so it makes you look down to see the issue. Your shirt is a little torn up and within those tears, you can see the angry red scratches covering your stomach. They don’t look too deep, but they sure hurt like hell.

You don’t recall getting those marks last night. Then again, everything went by in a flash, so a few things are bound to be clouded from your memory. Besides the pain isn’t what is important at the moment. Right now you need to focus on getting away as far as possible from the sleeping maniacs before it’s too late.

Waving it off for now, you continue your way upstairs and reach the door. You hurry to it and swing it open, not caring if you wake up the whole neighborhood at this point. Then you dart straight for the front door that stands not too far, yet still miles away at the same time. You can’t get out the door fast enough.

Someone in the dining room is alerted by the noise. He stops what he’s doing and stares, “Y/n?” he questions as he watches you try to make a beeline out the door.

Nearly tripping over yourself, you promptly look over to find Minho walking towards you with concern and confusion written all over him. Then his gaze wanders over to where your hand is moving towards the knob of the front door. Quickly, he rushes over and puts himself between yourself and the sweet smell of fresh air that he’s denying you.

“You can’t leave yet,” he says while slowly taking your wrist in his hand to move it away from the knob.

Sorry, but did you hear correctly? “Why not?! Why are you standing around like everything is fine? Do you even remember what happened last night? We need to get out of here!” all the words come jumbling out of your mouth as fear and anxiety sit in your gut unpleasantly. Any moment something bad can happen, so why is Minho acting so strange?

After ranting, Minho simply places his hands on your shoulders, “Calm down. Sit,” he points towards the black dining room table in the next room over.

Your jaw drops. It continues to hang open, even as he directs you towards a chair to sit down on. “Calm down?” you ask incredulously.

“You want me to calm down after I saw Felix acting like a fucking… whatever that was!?” you repeat, “Not to mention the fact that Hwang Hyunjin is here too, for some reason, and he tried to eat me as a late night snack. But thank god Chan was there to save me, then act like a weirdo who creepily sniffs girls!” you exclaim, in complete disbelief at what Minho is telling you to do. Calming down is the last thing that’s on your mind.

Finally a moment of realization hits you as Minho pushes you along. You stop in your tracks and refuse to move any further. Instead you turn to face Minho and jab a finger into his chest, “I bet you are in on this!” you accuse, “That explains why you’re so calm about all this,” you gasp at the sudden revelation you came up with out of nowhere.

Minho stares down at you with a blank face, but it still holds some resemblance of emotion because it’s quite easy to tell he’s not pleased. You gulp at the daggering stare. “Sit. Down,” both words fall sharply off his tongue as his daggering gaze commands you to do as you're told.

Though he is your friend, you sometimes forget how threatening Minho can be. Without thinking, your body has a mind of its own as it walks to one of the dining chairs and makes you sit on it. You could curse your mind and body for betraying you like that, but then again, you can’t blame them.

Sighing in relief, he follows after you and takes a seat across from you. He folds his hands on the table. You look to him expectantly, but he remains silent for a second, seemingly thinking before he speaks.

“I know you must be really confused and scared-”

“Terrified,” you correct.

He gives you a look before continuing, “Yeah and that… It’s not really my place to tell you this,” he starts, “But at this point you deserve to know after all that shit you you went through…” he trails off, trying to find the best words to use to explain it all to you. It’s much more difficult than you think.

As he thinks, someone walks into the room from the hall over, “Hey did you even start making breakfast yet? I’m starving,” Jisung asks sleepily. His eyes are half closed as he walks in. His face is covered in marks that are bruises forming. His lips have a cut near the corner and he looks exhausted. It’s like he hardly got any rest last night. But who could after a night like that?

“Oh hey, Y/n,” he greets nonchalantly before looking to Minho for an answer. Then it comes to Jisung a moment later, “Wait, Y/n?!” he jumps when he realizes that you’re there, sitting peacefully at their table.

He’s sure you would have ran for the hills by now. Thankfully that’s not the case, or that would have been really bad. He’s just surprised that’s all. He wasn’t expecting to see you so soon. Awkwardly, you smile back to the flustered boy.

“I’m trying to explain everything to her right now,” Minho fills in for him.

Jisung’s brows furrow as he objects, “What? The boys will be mad… Especially Hyunjin since he’ll find a way to blame all of this on me,” he frowns.

Rolling his eyes, Minho argues, “Well I think she would rather hear the truth from the only two normal people here.” He scoffs. It shouldn’t be that hard to guess why it would be a good idea to have the other three try to explain it to you.

“Okay, but it’s not really our place to expose a secret as big as this,” Jisung counterpoints, even though Minho literally already told you that. He’s unsure about making a decision like this. The two of them never really dealt with a problem like this.

Sighing, Minho pinches the bridge of his nose. You watch as they argue back and forth about whether it’s okay for them to tell you or not. Another headache forms in your already throbbing head.

Being extremely tired, in pain, and pissed off wasn’t the greatest combination. Their voices faded into the background while you thought of everything at once. Flashes of memories from the previous night reminded you of how absolutely scared you were. You’ve never felt so… helpless before.

For most of your life you’ve never had a reason to feel that scared. The most fear you felt was when you did something bad and you knew you were going to be yelled at for it, or knowing fully well that you did horrendously on a test that you did not study for whatsoever. But never because you had to worry for your own life.

What scares you the most is the feeling of not knowing, though. It isn’t the burning pain dancing all along your body. It’s the confusion that weighed you down the most. Did Felix always act like that? Why now of all times? Is this your fault?

There’s so many questions bubbling in one mind. Eventually it comes bursting out. Sick of the two fighting over something so pointless, you raise your voice, “Well someone needs to tell me what the hell happened!”

At once, they’re mouths shut. They both stare at you, not expecting your sudden much needed outburst. They only blink at you as you huff out a heavy breath.

Leaning over the table, you stare at the two. Barely above a whisper, your voice is still deep and dangerous in warning, “I don’t care whether or not it is your place to tell me. I’m telling you that you need to explain to me why my best friend, your weird roommate, and pretty boy, acted like a bunch of horror movie rejects.” There’s no room for debate in your tone.

You’re so tired. Somehow you’ve become completely different from a few minutes ago. Before, you were frantic and desperate to leave as soon as possible, yet now you’re so done with everything. You’ve had time to process, only momentarily, but you had time. Now you need answers.

“Y-yes ma’am,” Jisung stutters, it’s clear that he’s far more worried about you exploding at him now rather than having Hyunjin get mad later. Minho mumbles about how he can’t believe that’s all it took to shut him up.

The older of the two then resumes his previous position of leaning closer to you with his hands folded. He licks his lips in preparation, “It might sound really ridiculous,” he warns, “But it’s not fiction, I promise. Sometimes there’s things-”

Rolling your eyes, you gesture for him to hurry, “There’s no need to sugarcoat it. Just tell me. Is it drugs? Some kind of hypnosis?” The list of assumptions and guesses could go on forever, but before you can question anymore, Minho opens his mouth.

“It’s werewolves”

Blinking once, then twice, you have to think if you actually heard him right. Once again, he beats you to the point, “Felix, Chan, and Hyunjin are werewolves. Last night was a full moon, so they were way more out of control than usual.” Even after he repeats and clarifies his preceding statement, you’re still not sure if you’re hard of hearing.

Looking away, Jisung stuffs his hands in his pockets while he kicks at the ground. The other waits for your response. The room is hushed as tension rises high. Such an… interesting explanation was bound to make some speechless.

By what you understand, Felix, your loveable friend, who acts like a pesky mosquito because he just “feels like it”, is a werewolf. Someone you have known for a few years, somehow managed to hide the fact that they’re a werewolf as well.

It starts off with a scoff. But soon that turns into quiet giggles. Minho and Jisung give each other a look. One holds annoyance while the other faces uncertainty. The giggling evolves into full blown hysterical laughter. Grabbing at your sides, you laugh harder and harder, even after the fact that both boys look at you like you’re a nutcase.

In your defense though, you can’t possibly believe they’re being truthful for one second. Like seriously? Werewolves? Out of all the things either one of them could choose to lie about, they chose werewolves. You do applaud them for using their amusing creativity.

It felt like you went on for minutes before you finally began to calm down. After devolving into chokes of laughter, you wipe away the tears that were slipping from your eyes. You glance over to the two, who were not laughing along with you.

You take a deep breath of air and chuckle midway through, “You are joking, right?” your eyes continue to flick between both of them, looking for any sign that this is some cruel prank.

Blankly, Minho shakes his head, “Nope”

Your jaw drops as you look to the other boy, “Jisung?” you question, hoping he will be kind enough to enlighten you.

Jisung huffs. He looks conflicted, “Believe it or not, you’ll find out soon enough,” he ominously answers, making you rethink that it’s a joke.

It’s impossible to believe them. And it’s impossible to think you would believe them. There’s no point in lying now. You’ve already seen enough, so why are they being so frustrating about this?

Minho squints his eyes to something past you. “Looks like soon, is now...” he mumbles quietly to himself. You can’t hear him, so you ask him to repeat himself. But instead he gives whatever he’s looking at a sheepish smile, “Good morning, boys,” he greets.

All at once, you can feel your entire being freeze. It only takes a few words to figure out who he’s greeting. Three sets of groggy footsteps approach the room. It’s impossible to turn around. Rather than moving, your body sits straight up as you look to Minho with wide eyes. All the feelings from before you somewhat calmed down, come tumbling back into you full force.

In the moment, both Minho and Jisung feel bad for you (one more than the other). Subtly, Minho unfolds his hands and carefully slides one across the table towards you. You look down at his snaking hand trying to offer its comfort. Instead, you return a frown. Somehow you were able to convey that it wasn’t the time and that you are mad at him now, because his hand retreats to his lap.

In the corner of your vision, you can see the outline of someone walking into the kitchen and past the counter. Daringly, you decide to look in the direction of them. Felix ignores your presence all together and darts straight for the refrigerator. He opens the door to the freezer and sticks his head in. Sighing happily at the cool contact, Felix enjoys remaining peacefully oblivious to you sitting at their table.

From behind you, a round of pained groans and groggy voices ring in your ears. Chan and Hyunjin follow shortly after, evidently muttering something to each other. The two of them step into the room and Hyunjin’s tired voice drowns out for some reason. Chan, like Felix, is unaware of you. Your head snaps away from Felix and opts to look down at your fidgeting hands sitting on the table.

“Hey, what time is it?” Chan’s raspy voice asks. He stretches as he tries to wake up from his horrible night of sleeping on the concrete floor.

Jisung holds a hand to his face and shakes his head in disappointment. On the other hand, Minho pointedly looks at Chan, hoping that he would see the elephant in the room. Lacking in the ability to understand, Chan cocks his head to the side. It takes a second to fully comprehend his surroundings.

Getting annoyed, Hyunjin rolls his eyes and elbows the older in the side and points harshly to you, the first thing he noticed when he walked in. A chill goes through you as you feel the many stares on you. It takes another moment before he realizes that there’s someone else in the room rather than his roommates. He sees your sitting body at his table, back facing him and visibly tense.

The uneasiness seeped into him the moment he laid eyes on you. Memories from the night before were vastly blurry. He can hardly remember anything, but seeing the tears in your clothing and the way you kept your head down, he could use common sense and put two and two together. Guilt found a way to drop in the pit of his stomach since he can practically hear you shivering from here.

He gulped as he waved for the one boy that remained ignorant, “Aye, Felix…” he trails off.

Felix sighs as he hears his name, “What…?” He doesn’t want to leave the refreshing cold air blasting his face. It felt too nice. All nice things come to an end, though, or at least when they’re ruined by Chan calling him again.

Groaning, this time a little more irritated, Felix pulls away from the freezer to lazily glance at the man that’s making it hard for him to relax. Like a teenager, Felix shrugs in exasperation, “What?” he repeats with a bit more attitude. He could hear the cool air from the freezer calling his name to come back.

Felix sees Hyunjin’s scowl first, then Chan’s eyes that keep flickering between him and somewhere else in the room. He follows his line of sight to the table. You can feel your heart pick up the second his gaze lands on you, even when you’re not looking at him. If you were watching, you would be able to see the way Felix’s eyes pop open like a cartoon. The color drains from his skin at the sight of you.

He opens his mouth, stammering to say something, yet nothing comes out. Opting to say nothing at all, Felix makes the hasty decision to turn his back to you and stick his head back into the freezer. You sneak a peek to see his reaction, but are disappointed to see that he isn’t even looking at you anymore. God, how can something be so awkward and terrifying at the same time?

Chan shakes his head at the cowardice of his younger friend. It’s clear that he would have to take matters into his own hands. Putting on a very fake smile, he perks up, “Morning, Y/n! Weird seeing you here,” his voice is so cheery, you totally can’t tell it isn’t real at all.

After he calls your name for the first time this morning, you can’t help but let your body go rigid. For a second, you look to Minho and Jisung for help. Luckily for you, they’re no help at all and only offer either a shrug or an expressionless face. Classic Minho and Jisung. You’re sure going to give them hell later.

Shakily, you turn in your seat to face the boys, giving them a nervous smile that wasn’t meant to be a smile. Seeing them now makes you look at them differently. They don’t have their fangs or glowing eyes anymore. Instead, they looked like they always had. But that doesn’t mean you can’t stop seeing the horror that they were.

Chan saw how hard you were trying to not to make a run for the door, and he couldn’t blame you. Even though he can’t recall much, he’s sure that nothing good happened. And he knows for a fact that he isn’t innocent either.

“H-hey,” you curse yourself for faltering like that.

Deciding to speak up at last, Hyunjin rolls his eyes, “It’s obvious she knows. Stop acting like she doesn’t,” he scoffs. He can’t be the only one with common sense.

Chan’s shoulders drop as his fake happy act does as well, and is replaced by awkwardness and nerves. Before anyone can say anything else, Jisung pipes up quickly, “Minho is the one who told her!” he points an accusing finger towards the boy in question. Minho is just as quick to give him a sharp glare back.

Suddenly your expression of fear turns into one of doubt, “No, what Minho told me is that made up crap about you being werewolves. Please, like anyone expects me to believe that” You take a turn eyeing up all three of them, “Werewolves? More like a bunch of drugged up lunatics…”

Knowing that the boys weren’t nearly as hostile and out of their mind as they were before, was relieving. You can be brave enough to talk to them, but you can’t be caught off guard yet.

For what felt like the hundredth time, the room became quiet. Hyunjin laughed in disbelief at your comment. You raise a brow at him, “Something funny?” you ask, but you snap to something more important, “What are you even doing here, Mr. Bigshot on Campus?”

Jisung was amazed how fast your moods can change. One you’re scared for your life, then the next your insulting each and everyone of them. It’s a talent, really. Hyunjin didn’t bother to answer your question, instead he scowls at you.

Quietly, Chan twiddles his thumbs together, “Well, Minho isn’t lying… We are werewolves,” he admits, looking you straight in the eyes afterward. As uncomfortable and tense he was for admitting such a big secret like that, he still wanted to be sincere. He needed you to know that he wasn’t lying.

“This isn’t funny anymore…” you tell them with a frown, “If you can’t tell me the truth, then I’m leaving,” you get up from the chair and begin to move. You can’t deal with them. If they don’t want to tell you, then fine. They’ll just have to handle the aftermath of you ignoring them from now on.

Minho calls out to you, “Y/n-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you shut him up. He’s just as guilty as the rest of them.

Felix is frozen in place. He can’t face you, but hearing that you’re going to leave sends him into a panicked frenzy. You can’t leave, not when you still don’t believe them. If you leave, there’s a chance he could never see you again, and you’ll only know him as the monster that hurt you. Then again, if he does tell you, you might still look at him like that anyways. He can’t think straight.

Without much thought, Felix stops you in your tracks, “Wait, Y/n”

You face him, looking indifferent and ready to shut him up too. You don’t want to hear any more excuses. If you’re fortunate, you can leave this place in one piece and never talk to them again.

Conflicted, Felix looks to his other lunatic buddies. Hyunjin can’t be bothered to care about the pleading look Felix shoots at him. At least Chan is more caring and gives him a small reassuring nod.

At last Felix sighs and his shoulders drop in defeat. He never wanted to show you this side of him, but now he has no other choice. The only thing he says to you is, “I can prove it…” before his face completely morphs into something entirely different. Rather than seeing the freckled boy with chocolate eyes, who you care for too much, you see the same monster from last night that beat the shit out of Jisung and tried to do the same to you.

At the sight of his transformation, you jump back, nearly knocking over the chair behind you. “Oh!” you would’ve fallen over if it weren’t for Minho’s quick thinking to jump from his own seat and keep you up right. He holds your arm, but lets go just as quickly after you’re stable.

The hurt Felix felt when he saw your expression is unmeasurable. But he understands that he had to do it. He understands why you’re scared. He’s had the same feeling long ago too. He raises his hand into view, showing off his sharply cut claws, “Do you believe us now?” he hesitantly asks.

All eyes are on you once again, waiting for your response. Would you look at them differently, more than you already did? Would you expose their secrets? Would you run out of the house screaming “Wolf!”? Each one of them thought up a different scenario.

They were all wrong, though. In fact, your mind can barely think of what to do. All your thoughts were strewn around in a fiery hellscape. There’s too much information to process. Although you already saw this, you can’t understand why you didn’t believe them before. In some twisted way, it made sense. But you didn’t want it to make sense. You wanted it to be normal and rational. Perhaps the drug use scenario would have been better than this.

Your jaw slacked open, trying to form a proper sentence, but nothing seems to be coming out right. You stare down at your shoes for a moment, licking your lips in thought. Taking that moment to think your words through, you finally look up at them.

“Can I borrow your shower?” you ask, not noticing how your voice pitched up.

Being dumbfounded, is saying the least. The boys wondered if they heard you correctly, but they know they did. Jisung is the first to speak up, “Y/n are you serious?! You just saw… that!” he throws his hands up, referring to Felix’s woofed out face, “And you want to wash your hair?!”

You bit your lip as you realized that the request did sound a little ridiculous, but you needed to get to an escape. “I just need somewhere to think for a second,” you tell them, feeling shy all of a sudden.

Some of them were still in disbelief, while others could understand. Nevertheless, Felix is kind enough to be one of the few who understand, so he gives you permission. In an instant, your feet are moving and you're going upstairs to lock yourself in the bathroom. Once you’re safely inside, you lean back against the door and sigh heavily.

The only feeling in your mind that you can describe right now are three tiny words, “What the fuck”

You left in such a hurry that you couldn’t allow anyone else enough time to say anything. And you’re thankful for that. You don’t know what other kind of talking you can handle right now.

You stood there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath and calm yourself down. After you settle down, you push yourself off the door and go straight for the shower. However, passing by the mirror made you backtrack once you caught your reflection.

“Wow I look like shit,” you mumble to yourself, observing your dirt covered face. Not only that, but your hair was sticking up in every direction, and frankly, you’re surprised Minho didn’t make fun of the new look. And worst of all, your clothes appear unrecoverable with all the grim and rips covering you.

You run a hand through your mess of a hair and pout, deciding at last to start the shower. Once the water heat ups, you slip out of your nasty clothes and step into the hot inviting shower. You immediately put your head under the and relax under the warm water cascading down your body. Head empty, no thoughts. You only felt the comfort from the only normal thing you have had today.

What did you exactly get yourself into? Is the last thing to pass through your mind before you succumb to the pleasures of taking a hot shower.

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we all lie ♛ hhj

chapter one - welcome to hell

genre(s) : angst , sky castle!au , school!au , strangers to lovers!au , best friends to enemies!au

pairing(s) : reader x hyunjin , reader x everyone eventually tbh

w.c. : ≈ 5k

desc. : your new neighbor, hwang hyunjin, is welcomed to skz castle with a party

warning(s) : mentions of death , dogs and cats lol , kind of sky castle drama spoliers , let me know if i missed any!

a/n : chapter one! this chapter is a little late because i have been having really bad stomach cramps this week :/ and it’s a bit of a drag because this chapter serves as the introduction to all the main characters, with extra background information about them. sorry! please bear with me! anyway please make sure you read the prologue before reading this so you know the general background story!

“(Name), that’s Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Who?” you asked again. As if his name would help you realize who he was. You had never heard of Hwang Hyunjin before, but Rosie probably knew everything about him already. Her and her mother always kept a close eye on her rivals.

“Whatever. You’ll learn about him soon enough, I guess. I have to study for a practice test now… do you mind leaving? Sorry, I just wanna focus.” You were used to Rosie kicking you out of her room to study, but you really didn’t mind. Alone time away from your best friend was nicer than you would ever admit.

The weather was nice out that day, even in mid-winter, so you opted for taking a walk. All the mothers at SKZ Castle had a thing about using pretty flowers to decorate the outside of their homes, so the air was fragrant as you strolled through the Castle.

Sitting down on yours and Rosie’s favorite bench — the white one with pink and white flowers the two of you painted on a few years ago — you breathed out a sigh. The bench was facing your old home, so you had a view of the new family. You tried to clear your mind. With everything that had happened in December, your mental state wasn’t in the best condition. None of the residents of the Castle had the chance to celebrate the holidays because of your family’s huge issues, and you felt guilty for taking the joyful holiday spirit away from your neighbors last year. You tried to be happy to benefit everyone around you, specifically Rosie and her family, but it was tough.

You didn’t even feel the warm tears falling from your eyes onto your cheeks, too lost in your thoughts to realize. You watched the new family, apparently the Hwang family, bring their boxes inside themselves, all the while smiling happily and joking around. It was a nice picture to see, and you couldn’t help but envy them.

The boy, Hyunjin, set his dog down to help carry the boxes, following his parents inside. The dog explored its surroundings a little bit, even noticing you and staring back at you. You wiped your tears hastily, embarrassed to cry in front of a dog for some unknown reason.

Hyunjin was walking back out when he noticed you, watching his dog blankly. He immediately assumed you were one of the kids who lived here and grew excited to make some new friends.

“Hi!” The sudden greeting startled you, and you flinched. It surely didn’t come from the dog, so you looked up to see the handsome boy smiling and waving at you. You nodded politely at him before quickly collecting yourself a little bit and walking back to Rosie’s home. Maybe a nap would be better.

Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrowed, taken aback by your lack of introduction. Maybe you were just shy, but he hoped to get to know you and the other neighbors some time soon.

Sensing a strange presence, Hyunjin turned to his left. Almost as if his thoughts were being read, two boys were parked next to him on their bicycles. Hyunjin jumped, the two staring at him almost scarily.

“Hi!” Hyunjin said once again, acting like the boys didn’t just spook him. “I’m Hyunjin.”

“Welcome to hell, Hyunjin,” the taller boy of the two replied, earning a snicker from the shorter boy accompanying him. “I’m Seungmin. Kim Seungmin.” Seungmin patted Hyunjin’s back with what looked like it was supposed to be a small smile or grin, but the corners of his lips formed a flat line instead of going up. Welcome to hell!? What was that supposed to mean? Before Hyunjin could say anything in response, Seungmin situated himself back on his bike and pedaled away. Bewildered, Hyunjin watched Seungmin before turning to the shorter boy, ready to speak with him, but he just introduced himself as Han Jisung with finger guns and a wink before following Seungmin on his own bike. What?

Hyunjin jumped for the nth time that day when he heard hyena-like shrieks emitting from the direction Seungmin and Jisung supposedly came from. A blonde boy around the same height as Jisung chased after the two boys, not even noticing Hyunjin at the speed he was running at. Hyunjin pouted, wanting to meet him, but the bright red letters spelling out the name “Felix Lee” written messily in marker on his yellow backpack was enough introduction for the moment. Felix giggled like a maniac, yelling something about feet, and that’s when Hyunjin realized the blonde didn’t have any shoes on — colorful, mismatched socks being the only thing protecting his feet from the ground as he waddled off. Hyunjin broke into a smile as he realized Seungmin and Jisung must have taken Felix’s shoes for some reason. They must be close, he thought, already looking forward to befriending the three of them, as well as hoping to get you to warm up to him eventually.

Rosie watched the whole scene play out from her window, distracted from her practice test, which didn’t happen often. The girl had her eyes fixed on Hyunjin.

“The white one looks really nice!” you told Rosie as she showed you the dress options she picked out for the party tonight. Rosie’s family prepared a welcome party for the Hwangs. It was an unspoken rule for the residents at SKZ Castle to throw a welcome party for a new family moving in, and Rosie’s family was in charge this time after Rosie herself heavily insisted on it. You were kind of relieved, because the Kang family was known to throw the best parties. They had been the ones to plan the congratulatory party for your brother’s medical school acceptance, which had been more of a congratulations to your mother than your brother. Your family looked so happy that night.

“Are you sure the pink one isn’t prettier?” Rosie’s voice snapped you back into reality as she alternated holding both dresses up to her body, eyebrows furrowed as she contemplated which one to wear tonight. You didn’t know why she was making such a big deal out of her dress. You barely took a minute to choose what to wear.

“If you’re wearing your hair up, I would say pink, but if your hair is down, go with white.” After spending years as her best friend, you knew what advice to give her to help her with all her problems and decisions. Rosie turned around and gave you an appreciative applause before setting the pink dress back in her closet. You took that as the sign to step out of her room, giving her privacy to get changed. Her maid, Ms. Yoo, waited outside her room, giving you a small bow before heading inside. An agreement you had developed with her over the years without ever speaking about it was that only one of you could help Rosie at one time. You helped her as her friend before Ms. Yoo helped her as her… well, maid.

You skipped towards the basement and into your room. Surprisingly, you were in a very good mood that day. Since no one had thrown a Christmas party after what happened, today was the first party since your brother’s. No one would have expected you to like parties, especially because you didn’t exactly mingle with any of your neighbors much, but the food was what made you love them. The family in charge always made sure to put extra thought into the courses, and they never failed to impress. Rosie’s mother had the best taste in appetizers, refreshments, the main course, dessert, you name it. Your family used to be a close second for planning parties, but Rosie’s mother was unbeatable. Even the regular daily meals she chose for you and the family were incredible, but their personal cook was to thank for that.

Your stomach grumbled as you got dressed, anticipating today’s dinner. You had chosen a loose fitting outfit to wear tonight. You had a feeling something too tight would restrict you from eating to your heart’s content. You hummed to yourself as you continued getting ready.

Hyunjin on the other hand, was not feeling as excited as you were. He was looking forward to formally meeting all the neighbors, but he didn’t expect it to be this formal. A whole party? He was more used to casual get-togethers at home, where his mother would cook for everyone and no one had to dress up all fancy. He’d experienced his fair share of formal events, but this was beyond what he had ever seen. Was this a regular thing for your neighborhood?

“Hyunjin?” He turned his head to see his mother standing at the door of his bedroom. He let out a shaky breath, and his mom frowned, worry on her face as she noticed how nervous her son was.

“Loosen up, Hyunjin. You don’t have to act any different than how you usually act just because you’re wearing a suit and eating expensive food. Don’t be so nervous, just have fun, be polite, and be yourself. The other kids will love you.” Hyunjin smiled gratefully at his mother as she squeezed his hand before leaving. Her mini pep talk calmed him down a bit, but he was still shaky. He wanted to get along with all of you, but now that he thought about it, the first impression you all left on him was a bit… unique, and he had a feeling he didn’t leave any sort of first impression on you at all. Maybe all of you would hesitate to welcome him to your group. Maybe you would look down on him for being less experienced with fancy parties, or you would think his table manners were bad. Maybe he would end up an outsider.

He shook his head. No, Hyunjin. Stop thinking so negatively. Don’t assume they’re all bad people because their family and generations above them had money and power. They’re still human, they’re still kids. They should be fun! It should be fine. He straightened his sleeves out and fluffed up his hair a bit before heading downstairs, ready to leave. He kissed his dog, Kkami, goodbye. His puppy was the key to calming his nerves down

“How do I look, (Name)?” Rubie asked you. She had settled on a white blouse and nice pants instead of a full on dress, which you thought suited her personality perfectly.

“Like a man,” Rosie replied instead of you, eyeing her little sister up and down with disgust.

“Hey, that isn’t a bad thing,” you defended Rubie’s choice of attire. Rosie rolled her eyes, missing the way her little sister stuck her tongue out at her before smiling at you. You didn’t know why Rosie treated her own sister like that. One time, a few years back, Rubie admitted that you felt more like a biological sibling to her than Rosie, but the latter didn’t take any offense at her words. You sighed, reminded of the relationship between you and your older brother every time you watched Rosie and Rubie bicker. You had a theory that their parents paid less attention to Rubie than Rosie, just like your own parents had given you less attention than your brother. Rubie was like you, caring less about studies than your older siblings, resulting in less affection from your parents. You saw yourself in Rubie, which triggered your protective instincts.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, ...

You tapped your fingers on the table impatiently as you waited for the other families to show up to the dining room. Not because you wanted to see them, but because you were hungry. You didn’t see the point in waiting for everyone to show up before even handing out appetizers. Appetizers existed to satisfy the early birds, didn't they?

Just then, you heard Rosie’s mother greeting another family outside. Felix walked in before his parents did, not noticing the ice cold glares from his mother at his tactlessness. His mother and Rosie’s mother were close, and both their father’s worked at the same hospital — the same one your father used to work at. Hyunjin’s father replaced him, according to Rosie. You didn’t care. It was your father’s decision to resign, after all.

Felix smiled at you politely before taking a seat, and you smiled back. You cringed when he ruffled his blonde hair. His bleached hair looked really damaged. If only he was less self conscious about his freckles than his hair, which you could’ve sworn would fall out one day. Out of the children of SKZ Castle, excluding Rosie and Rubie, you were on best terms with Felix. You weren’t close, though, and you didn’t really consider yourself a friend of his. Your brother used to tutor him before your mother forced him to stop, though, so you had the most interactions with him out of the three boys. Felix was a friendly neighbor to you. He didn’t spare a glance at Rosie, making her scoff. Rosie somehow managed to end up on bad terms with every kid at SKZ Castle except for you. You weren’t surprised; she was pretty rude to everyone except for you and her mother.

The four of you sat in awkward silence. The only sounds were the quiet whispers of the string quartet behind you that had been hired and Rubie’s phone as she played some sort of game. Felix’s parents walked in, his mother looking as glamorous as ever, that is before she knocked Felix on the back of his head. The boy let out a sound of pain, making both Rosie and his father snicker before the couple sat down next to their son.

“How are you three?” Felix’s mother asked. You knew the question was directed at you more than anything, seeing the pity in the woman’s eyes even from a few meters away. She had been the least close with your mother out of the rest, but they had still been friends. Rosie answered for you, and you just smiled sadly. You weren’t crying your eyes out every second of the day, but whenever anything reminded you of your mother, things got all stuffy in your chest.

The only voices in the dining hall were that of Felix’s parents for a while, until you heard Seungmin’s father’s unmistakably loud and powerful laughter from outside. The man had always scared you. Seungmin and Jisung walked in with their parents. Well, Seungmin’s parents. Jisung lived with Seungmin’s family since they were toddlers. According to the story Rosie told you when they first moved to SKZ Castle, Jisung’s parents were family friends of Seungmin’s mother, so they left their own son in the hands of another family because they didn’t trust themselves to care for more than one child successfully. You didn’t know if that meant Jisung had an older brother or sister that his parents were taking care of, but you assumed so. Poor Jisung, you thought. It’s not like he didn’t know what happened. He was young, but grown enough to understand the situation when it happened. He was probably hurting for a while, especially at such a young age, Rosie’s mother had told you. He seemed quite happy now, though, and if the two looked alike, him and Seungmin could pass for twins with how close they were. They were like two peas in a pod, except one pea was summer and the other was winter. You were close with neither Seungmin nor Jisung, but you could tell they were both good people.

You exchanged nods with the two boys — a way of saying “I see you and acknowledge your existence, but I won’t bother acting friendly with you” — and averted your gaze immediately. You had received enough pity for the day, and you really didn’t wanna see more from Seungmin’s mother. She had been the kindest and most genuine by far in terms of how close the other mothers were with your own, but for some reason, your mother failed to notice that and chose Rosie’s mother over her instead. You appreciated Mrs. Kang, you really did, but it would be foolish to pretend like she didn’t act extremely close to your mother just to learn all the secret methods she used to make your brother as smart and successful as he was. Even without any advice from your mother, though, Rosie placed first in every category at school.

The only family missing now was the Hwang family — the stars of the party. You hadn’t seen Hyunjin since the day he moved in, which had been a little less than two weeks ago now. His mother had come around and greeted the other mothers with homemade rice cakes for them, which you had enjoyed with Rubie because the others refused to eat any. Even though holiday break had been over for a while, you never saw Hyunjin at school or in the mornings because he always left early. You assumed he wanted to finish up the school year at his old school instead of transferring to yours in the middle of the year, even with the longer drive. You understood completely. That way, he would just be able to start high school at Go Saeng High without any troublesome transferring and extra sappy goodbyes to his old friends.

Rosie watched the door, focused. You couldn’t blame her — everyone was curious about the boy and his family. As if on cue, you heard Rosie’s mother say something along the lines of “come on in” and the sound of heels and dress shoes approached the dining room.

Hyunjin’s parents were the first to enter after Rosie’s mother. His mother was dressed up for the occasion, but she didn’t look extravagant, despite the fact that she was the star of the party. For some reason, you expected this. She seemed much more human than the other wives of the Castle. His father was dressed in a suit. It was nothing special; all the fathers looked like that at every party. Somehow, he looked pretty laid back as well, while still looking natural in a suit. Your eyes drifted to the young boy. He looked shy and nervous yet giddy at the same time — the standard look of someone new to attending parties like this. He looked nice in a suit, handsome even, but he looked unnatural simply due to his mannerisms that screamed, “I’m not used to this.” Despite his stiffness, he had the manners to look around the table, giving small bows with just his head to everyone, even the other children. His eyes looked like little fingernail markings as he smiled at all of you.

The table started clapping, making the whole Hwang family laugh nervously, with a “no, no, gosh you don’t have to” attitude. You would have reacted in the same way. What was the point in applause? You didn’t know, but you clapped anyway. Rosie’s mother led the three to sit down at the head of the table, next to you and Rosie’s family. The woman cued for the string quartet to start playing, which you thought was completely unnecessary, but you appreciated the music anyway. The servers finally came out with the food, and your neighbors got to eating.

You drowned out the conversations happening around you while you focused on your meal, but you did overhear snippets of Hyunjin’s mother thanking Mrs. Kang for the party. You could tell by her soft tone that she thought this was a little too much, but she was kind enough not to voice her opinion, in case Rosie’s mother took offense in her words after all the effort that went into the party. You felt the same way about welcome parties. Even though they were a tradition, you would prefer inviting the neighborhood over to just mingle over some black bean noodles, like what a normal person would do. But this was SKZ Castle, and everyone had to show how mighty and classy they were. The Kim family’s welcome party a few years ago was almost exactly the same, yet you barely got to know Seungmin and Jisung that day. Wasn’t the point of a welcome party to learn about the new family and become close with them as neighbors?

“Hey, (Name),” Rosie whispered from next to you. She had been talking with the adults until now, but probably noticed how bored you were. “Since most of us are done eating, should we have dessert at the other table while the adults talk?” The “other table” was slightly isolated from the main dining table, and unlike the dining table, which was huge and rectangular, the “other table” was circular and much smaller in terms of size. It was normal for all the children to sit there and play games while the adults drank and talked. You wondered what it would be like this time without your brother there. He was pretty much the only one who would talk other than Rosie, exposing every single thing that happened in his life and boring you to death. Maybe you would have the opportunity to make friends with the other kids now that your brother was gone.

You nodded, and Rosie whispered something to her mother, who immediately announced that drinks were ready for the adults and dessert was ready for the kids. All six of you stood up from you seats, already used to migrating to the “other table” when the party host announced that drinks and dessert were ready. Hyunjin looked up at you all, confused and wondering where you were all going.

“Come with us, Hyunjin!” Rosie said, her voice high and cheery. Well, that was new. Usually, you could hear the glare and frown in her voice just by her tone. “We can have dessert over there and play games.” Rosie sounded more enthusiastic about this than you had ever heard her sound. During Seungmin and his family’s welcome party, Rosie insisted on staying at the main dining table because she “wanted to hear what the adults were conversing about.”

Hyunjin’s eyes lit up at the invitation as he hurried to stand up and join you guys, excited to be included in something with just the children for the first time since his move here. He had a hop in his step, and his parents smiled at their son’s eagerness.

“Night has arrived!” Felix’s father announced, and everyone except for Felix put their heads down. After introducing yourselves to Hyunjin, you jumped right into a game of mafia. Mr. Lee offered to help host your game because his wife refused to let him drink tonight. Funnily, his own son Felix was the first one to die.

“Mafia, please lift your head up and choose your victim.” Jisung peeked up at Mr. Lee’s words, and Felix sighed at the betrayal.

“Wow…” Felix shook his head, causing his father to hush him. Jisung pointed at Rubie, poor, innocent, and unsuspecting Rubie. Mr. Lee gave him the thumbs up before asking the mafia to put his head down. He did so way too hard, bumping his forehead on the table and letting out a little “ouch.” Seungmin snorted as Jisung revealed his identity.

“Sheriff, please put your head up and choose who you think the mafia is.” Seungmin didn’t even bother raising his head, opting to call Jisung’s name out instead. Your table erupted into giggles as well as groans at how Jisung managed to ruin the game so quickly.

“Han Jisung, you’re so stupid,” Rosie said, eyes shut closed as she crossed her arms. Mr. Lee chuckled before patting his son’s shoulder and heading back to the dining table.

“My dad left,” Felix said, and you all raised your heads with a groan. Hyunjin giggled at your group, already taking a liking you all. “I don’t think we can play these kinds of games with Jisung here. Do you have Minecraft, Hyunjin?”

“Minecraft?” Hyunjin was baffled by the random question. “I don’t think so.” Felix, Seungmin, and Jisung “aww”-ed in unison at his response.

“Lix, Jisung, and I have a server we play on,” Seungmin explained. “You should get it so we can play together. We can teach you if you don’t know how to play.” You exchanged a look with Rosie, who was annoyed as ever. The two of you didn’t bother with Minecraft, and Rubie didn’t like to play with them because they always “fight over who can die in the funniest way.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it!” Hyunjin said with a big smile. The other three boys started to play together, and Rubie played by herself, leaving you, Rosie, and Hyunjin bored. You didn’t mind because you could easily just start talking with Rosie, but Hyunjin looked a bit down at how the others unknowingly left him out. You checked the clock — 8:30 at night. Your eyes lit up as an idea popped into your head.

“Hyunjin, if you’re not uncomfortable, you can join me and Rosie outside,” you offered, making eye contact with Rosie. Rosie checked the time at your sudden offer and smiled at you. When the others turned to playing Minecraft, you and Rosie liked to go outside to feed the stray cats that wandered around outside the Castle. You remembered seeing Hyunjin with his pet dog and hoped both him and his pup were okay with cats.

“Oh, alright! Sure!” Hyunjin hadn’t gotten close to the others as he had hoped, so he saw this as an opportunity to befriend you both. He hadn’t met Rosie on his first day here, but knew her name because of the kids at his school constantly gossiping about how she was “the smartest out of all the students their grade in the country.” He remembered seeing you, though, but didn’t learn your name until today. He was afraid you would avoid him, but he noticed how you dressed up less than the other kids, which made him see you as the most approachable out of the group for some unknown reason m. He was glad to accept your offer.

“I don’t have any food on me,” you said, looking at Rosie. She shook her head in response. She didn’t bring any either.

“Food?” Hyunjin asked, glancing back at the dining table. There was still a ton of food there. What were you talking about?

“You’ll see,” Rosie said, before turning to you. “Rock, paper, scissors!” Rosie groaned, her fist clenched into a rock shape. You cheered, waving your flat palm in her face.

“Paper never fails me!” You teased Rosie and she huffed. Hyunjin looked back and forth between the two of you. What? He was so lost. “Come with us, Hyunjin.” You stood up from the table with Rosie, and the two of you led Hyunjin out of the dining room. Rosie explained where you three were going with just a glance to her mother, and she nodded in response.

“Mrs. Hwang,” Rosie approached Hyunjin’s mother. “(Name) and I are gonna show Hyunjin around our favorite parts of the Castle if that’s okay with you. You don’t have to worry, we should only be half an hour.” Rosie explained to his mother, and she smiled at the three of you, agreeing immediately as she was happy to see her son get along with the other children.

The three of you stepped out of SKZ Castle’s dining room, heading downstairs past the barely-used ballroom and outside. Rosie headed towards your home to grab the cat food.

“Where’s she going?” Hyunjin asked, curious.

“To grab food,” you replied nonchalantly, ignoring his confused expression. You sped up, walking towards the gates of the Castle, and Hyunjin followed.

The “gatekeepers” as you liked to call them let you through the big, white gate, already knowing your intentions with how many times you had done this with Rosie. They looked at Hyunjin. Only you and Rosie had ever come out to feed the cats, so this was new.

You looked around for a minute, and Hyunjin watched you, still lost. You gasped quietly, making Hyunjin jump as you knelt down near one of the bushes.

“Hello!” You cooed at the brown and black cat sitting next to the bush — your favorite cat, Avocado Toast. Hyunjin didn’t see him at first due to the dark, but gasped when he saw his big, green eyes staring at him.

“Is that a stray cat?” he asked. You nodded without looking back at him, busy petting Avocado Toast lovingly. “Does it have a disease or anything?” You laughed at how scared Hyunjin sounded.

“No, of course not,” you answered. “This is Avocado Toast, or Avo-To for short. Avo-To, meet Hyunjin. He moved here a few weeks ago.” You talked to the cat as if he could understand you. You bet he could. He was a very smart cat.

“Hi,” Hyunjin greeted the cat, squatting next to you to get a closer look, yet keeping a safe distance away from the animal. “Are you positive it’s clean?” You laughed again, making Hyunjin giggle a little bit at how cowardly he sounded.

“I’m not allowed to keep him, but I did check him. He cleans himself very well. And according to Google, he is perfectly healthy.” You reassured Hyunjin, who exhaled in relief. “He lives very well. He’s basically a SKZ Castle resident at this point.” Hyunjin laughed at your joke, which you didn’t really think was funny. It must be easy to make him laugh. He scooted closer at your reassurance. “You’re just like my parents. They hated that I cared about stray cats so much.”

“But they let you and your sister feed them, so they must trust you,” Hyunjin said, blinking. “Right?”

“I guess so,” you said. It took you a few seconds to process his words before you whipped your head towards Hyunjin so fast that you startled him. “Wait… my what?”

“Your sister, Rosie,” Hyunjin tilted his head at your sudden change in mood. “You don’t look exactly like Rosie and Rubie, but they are your sisters, aren't they?” Your mouth went dry at Hyunjin’s misunderstanding. You supposed you had to explain to him that no, they were not your sisters and you were not related to them or their family in any way. Your real family is in fact the family that used to live in his current home. But now, your brother is off living a new life with his girlfriend, your mother is dead, and your father is probably somewhere living in the mountains, avoiding any human contact, and they all abandoned you and left you to fend for yourself until Rosie and her family were kind enough to let you live with them? You gulped, realizing it would be too difficult to explain the whole thing to him. Plus, unexpectedly, you didn’t exactly want Hyunjin to know this pathetic information about you. You gave him the simplest, shortest, and most straightforward response you could come up with.

“Yes.”

a/n : yayyyy chapter one is done! thank you for reading and bearing with how much it dragged on. chapter one had to be a bit long and boring to introduce the main characters. now that there’s a cliff hanger... things only get more complicated from here! i have the rest of the chapters planned, and i’ll try to write despite my stomach pain haha soooo please look forward to it! thank you for reading~~~ ♡

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A Little Fall Of Rain

Summary: After battling through a torrential downpour to get to a meeting, Ignis attempts to struggle his way through it. Luckily Gladio is having none of it and is there to make sure Ignis is taken care of.

A/N: This is another fic written for @bgn846 for our F3S! Her prompt was to have Ignis caught in the rain and to attend a meeting where Gladio was also attending. The Shield sees him shivering and has to figure out how to help!This was super fun to write and I am ALWAYS up for some good old gladnis whump! :D

You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20036353

Enjoy, my friend! :D

Word Count: 3096

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“Clear skies with the temperatures rising.”

That had been the exact words he’d heard uttered from the radio this morning from the local weatherman.

“Cl-Clear skies, my arse!” Ignis growled as he wiped at his face, trying to catch a reprieve from the torrential downpour assaulting Insomnia this morning. Currently he had ducked under the small awning of a coffee shop, the enticing smell from inside making him wish that he could just call the whole day a wash, step inside and play hooky for the day.

Sadly it wasn’t in his DNA to simply play hooky. Not to mention the meeting scheduled at this hour was far too important for him to merely blow off.

There were enough naysayers to his presence in the Council room and he didn’t want to give them another reason to try and push him out. Tardiness and absence would be easy wins for them and he refused to let them win.

Taking one last deep breath of the coffee filled air, Ignis wiped a hand over his face before stepping back out into the downpour. His glasses had long since been tucked away into the front pocket of his drenched shirt in a poor attempt to keep them dry. At this point they would’ve been more of a hindrance anyway so at least it wasn’t all for nought.

Sadly, no amount of hiding his glasses or careful micro adjustments could’ve saved him from the early morning delivery truck that decided to drive just a little too close to the pavement and through the worlds largest puddle Insomnia had ever seen.

Now… Ignis wasn’t one for literals, but a literal tidal wave of water was kicked up from the speed and force of the trucks tires. Ignis didn’t even have time to raise his briefcase as a sort of mini shield before the wave was rising over him crashing down leaving him drenched to his very core.

As the truck continued on its merry way down the road, Ignis’s thoughts turned darker than that of the sky overhead. He brought a hand up to wipe at his face before dropping it to his side once more, realizing the action was futile.

“Clear skies and the temperature rising,” he growled under his breath before starting once more down the pavement and toward the rest of a very long, soggy and miserable day.

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The squeak of wet shoes on the polished tile floor echoed along the hallway leading to the Citadel’s Council Rooms.

Considering it had been raining all morning the noise should’ve been considered acceptable, but this was the Citadel. Here, no one dared to show that they could be affected by anything, much less something as simple as the weather. Thus why the noise was so startling to some, causing people to turn their heads to see who could be so human as to make such a racket.

However, not a word was said as they seen the culprit was none other than the Crown Prince’s Royal Retainer and Advisor, Ignis Scientia.

No one expected to see the man looking quite so… out of sorts. He was always so put together, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle to be seen. The young man seemed to embody the meaning of being prim and proper at all times. So to see him so unlike himself was just a little unsettling.

His wet hair lay plastered to his forehead, glasses speckled with water droplets and his clothing absolutely soaked through and through. His cheeks were also tinged red from the wind whipping up outside and all in all he looked the definition of miserable. On anyone else it would’ve looked comical, but the sheer anger in Ignis’s eyes kept anyone from uttering a single syllable in his direction.

His hurried footsteps soon carried him into the Council room, his eyes glancing down to his watch only to find it waterlogged and unreadable. Another quiet growl rumbled through his chest as he brought his drenched briefcase up to set on the table, earning a few judgmental looks to be cast his way though he tried his best to ignore it.

Opening up his briefcase he was at least happy to see his reports had been spared from the rain and the puddles. He carefully began laying out the files before finding someone stepping up beside him.

Glancing up, the figure was blurred slightly from the rain that still lingered on his glasses, and he quickly took them off only to be met with a pair of worried amber eyes.

“Iggy? What the hell happened to you?” the Shield in training asked, taking Ignis’s glasses carefully from his hands so he could try to wipe them dry with his uniform jacket.

Ignis was so stunned by the action and the sudden appearance from Gladio that he easily allowed his spectacles to be taken from his chilled fingers. However, the gesture that his partner had taken finally caught up with his waterlogged mind and his pride took precedence over everything else.

“Just a little rain, nothing you should worry yourself with,” he said simply, trying to brush off what he’d just been through and really, it was just a little rain. “And you don’t have to clean my glasses for me. I’m sure I could’ve…,”

“What? Added more water to them trying to do it yourself?” Gladio asked with a quirked brow, handing the now dry glasses back over to Ignis. “You look like you just went through a hurricane.”

“Yes. Because the weathermen of Insomnia are all liars,” Ignis grumbled, putting his glasses back on a bit more roughly then he meant to as a sniffle escaped him. Fantastic. That’s all he needed was to start sniffling during an hour’s long meeting.

“Iggy… don’t you have a change of clothes in the training hall locker room? Why don’t you sneak out for a second and change? No one will notice,” Gladio tried to offer, glancing around the room as the other members soon began filing in.

Ignis looked around as well and shook his head, feeling a few water droplets fall from his bangs and onto his forehead. “The meetings almost ready to begin and you know how most of the people here feel about having… someone like me sit in on such things.”

Gladio’s expression instantly darkened as he heard those words, knowing full well what the his partner meant. He hadn’t been deaf to the comments of some council members and their feelings on having a ‘refugee’ so close to the Crown. It seemed like the more responsibilities pushed onto Ignis’s shoulders only fueled the flames of dislike in those around him.

The Shield soon felt a squeeze to his forearm and looked back to Ignis, seeing a tired smile pulling slightly at the corner of his lips.

“It’s alright, Gladio. I’m a tough one. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me,” he tried to reassure. Though no sooner had he said it then his eyes widened and he quickly turned his head away, bringing the crook of his elbow up to cover his mouth as a rattling cough escaped him. “A-apologies…,” he quickly tried to amend, his cheeks feeling just a little warmer now, though he was positive it was more from embarrassment than anything else.

Gladio’s expression was worried as he watched Ignis coughing like that. Sadly, before he could force the issue of getting Ignis out of there the meeting was being called to order and Gladio had to go and stand at his post at the entryway.

“Don’t push yourself, Iggy,” he murmured softly, reaching forward to give his fingers a gentle squeeze before moving away.

Ignis could only give a small nod at that, though the warmth of Gladio’s touch against his own clammy fingers made him desperately wish for the warmth of their bed. Taking a little breath he tried to refocus. This wasn’t so bad. He could handle a little meeting with a bit of discomfort.

As he took his own seat, the squish of his wet trousers against his legs made him cringe.

Astrals preserve him this meeting wouldn’t be able to end soon enough.

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Standing at the door, Gladio felt his mind wandering slightly as he listened to Councilman Garusen continue to recount the minutes from the last meeting and lay out the bullet points of today’s topic. As interesting as it was to learn about the Refuse Removal Act that was soon to be implemented in outer Cleide, Gladio’s gaze was soon drawn to movement near the left side of the conference table. As much as the man was trying to hide it, Gladio could see the tremble of Ignis’s shoulders where he sat.

Quiet sniffles could also sometimes be heard every once in a while and Gladio knew he wasn’t seeing things when the Advisor turned his head, his cheeks far too red even as his lips seemed pale.

The idiot was really just going to sit there and weather this meeting like this? All because of a bunch of pretentious assholes who didn’t think he belonged here?

Gladio had to close his eyes and take a deep breath through his nose, slowly releasing it through his mouth so as not to let his temper get the better of him. What he needed to do was figure out how to get Ignis out of here while helping the man keep face in front of these jackels.

He bit his lip, trying to come up with some sort of plan, but the longer he watched Ignis shiver the harder it became to concentrate. However, the Astrals seemed to be smiling on him today because an answer was soon forthcoming.

A few more minutes into his failed ideas to extricate Ignis, he heard a knock on the door and jumped slightly, glad that the other recruit standing guard with him seemed to not have noticed.

Quietly, so as not to disturb the discussion going on inside, he opened the door to a young intern who apparently had made a wrong turn and knocked on their door by mistake. The sight of Gladiolus was enough for the poor guy to realized instantly that he’d made an error and didn’t want to stay around long enough to see what he’d just interrupted. After stuttering apologies the kid was gone before Gladio could bat an eye, but… it gave him an idea.

“Yes, Sir. Okay. I’ll let him know,” he said in a hushed tone to absolutely no one, giving a little salute and closing the door before turning back to the room.

With purposeful steps he made his way over to his shivering partner, the poor man’s hands trembling so much that Gladio wondered how he was even keeping hold of his pen at this point.

Gently he laid a hand on the Ignis’s shoulder, feeling the way his shirt was chilly and damp, yet the heat emanating just under the fabric was almost hot to the touch.

Ignis jumped under the contact and turned his gaze up to see who had interrupted his misery, only to find Gladio ducking down to speak against his ear.

“The Prince has requested to see us and apologizes for interrupting the meeting, but the matter is urgent,” he said quietly enough for Ignis to feel like the message was just for him, but loud enough that a few council members nearby would hear.

Ignis expression seemed slightly dazed and Gladio wondered if perhaps his words had even gotten through when Ignis suddenly seemed to find himself. Shaking his head a bit he cleared his throat and nodded. “Oh y-yes. Of course,” he rasped slightly and Gladio stepped back as the Adviser in training tried to clear his files and notes up and pile them back into his briefcase.

It took Gladio everything he had in him not to reach out and help as Ignis’s fumbling fingers and shaky hands seemed incapable of completing the task.

Finally… Finally… Ignis had his belongings in order and after whispering a few apologies to a few members they made their way toward the door. Gladio could feel a few eyes on him, but knew that no one could make a comment now. Not when Ignis had been ordered by the Prince.

Once out in the hall, Gladio closed the door behind them and quickly turned back to Ignis.

“I’m taking you home. You are in no shape to be here right now, Ignis,” he murmured, quickly removing his uniform jacket and draping it over Ignis’s shaking shoulders.

“What? But… Noct’s sent a summ-..CHOO!” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the sneeze that echoed down the quiet hall, a miserable little groan soon following as Ignis rubbed at his temple.

“No. He didn’t. I… sort of…,” Gladio rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before simply sighing in resignation. “I lied, alright? I know you think you’re invincible and you don’t like to show weakness in front of others, so… I gave you an easy out. You can be angry at me later though. Right now, I need to get you home, get you into some dry clothes and get you resting before you get any worse.”

Ignis tried, he really did, to be upset with Gladio for lying to him, drawing him out of a meeting and for leaving his post like that… but with his body riddled with chills, his head pounding and his throat feeling like sandpaper the allure of an easy out was too much to pass up. “I… I must admit not having soggy trousers and socks does sound wonderful,” he sniffled miserably and Gladio couldn’t stop a soft chuckle escaping.

Reaching forward he easily took his lover’s briefcase from his fingers, shifting it into his other hand before wrapping an arm around Ignis’s shoulders to guide him down the hall and offer a little extra warmth. “I knew you’d see it my way,” he murmured gently, leaning over to press a little kiss to his partners still damp hair.

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The drive back to their apartment was a quiet one as Ignis had managed to nod off during the ride. Granted, Gladio turning on the heated seats definitely had a hand in causing that effect.

Before they’d taken off though, Gladio had sent a quick text to Cor letting him know about what was happening with Ignis. For as much of a hard ass as the Marshal could be, even he could see that getting Ignis back home and resting was far more important that watching over a meeting on trash. Though the man did warn him that if he planned on pulling this stunt again he might not be so forgiving.

That was perfectly fine with the young Shield though. If it meant he could look after Ignis then it was all worth it.

Currently, Gladio was guiding a slightly groggy Ignis down the hallway to their apartment, the man leaning heavily against his side as the Shield stopped to unlock their front door.

“Almost there, Iggy,” he murmured gently before opening the door and managing to shuffle them both inside.

Once the door was locked behind him and prying eyes could no longer see them, Gladio instantly dropped Ignis’s briefcase on the counter and swept the man up into his arms bridal style.

The sudden shift made Ignis’s eyes instantly fly open and his arms reflexively wrapped around Gladio’s neck.

“Gladiolus!? Put me down this instant! I’m not an invalid!” he rasped, but Gladio was a man on a mission.

“Not a chance. If I don’t make sure you look after yourself then nobody will!” he warned, though his expression was gentle.

Before long he had Ignis sitting on the edge of their bed and began moving around the bedroom before disappearing for a moment. When he returned he knelt beside his miserable looking partner and began to gently divest him of his damp and chilled clothing.

Ignis shivered more as Gladio helped him out of his shirt and the Shield offered an apologetic expression. “We’ll get you nice and toasty soon, love,” he murmured, watching Ignis’s already pink cheeks tinge a slightly darker shade. The man was weak for endearments and he only ever really let Gladio get away with them when he was at his most vulnerable… so hardly ever.

It took a little bit more shimmying, gentle jostling and one inadvertent kick to his ribs when he tried to get Ignis’s socks off and accidentally tickled the man, but soon he had him undressed. A buzz from the hallways grabbed Gladio’s attention and he excused himself for a few moments before coming back with a bundle of clothes.

“I thought putting them in the dryer a bit would give you a little extra warmth,” he admitted gently before helping to redress the man.

Normally Ignis’s pride wouldn’t have allowed for such things, but the allure of finally getting warm and having Gladio there to look after him helped to soothe any little bit of unease he might’ve felt.

Soon he was bundled up in a pair of his grey sweatpants, a hoodie two sizes two big, bundled around his frame that Gladio knew the man coveted when he was in need of a bit of extra warmth.

“There… now… why don’t you get under the covers, okay, sweetheart?” Gladio murmured softly, reaching forward to carefully remove Ignis’s glasses and set them on the nightstand.

Ignis’s eyes were already closed as the warmth of the dry clothing seemed to seep into his cold and clammy skin, his body no longer shivering as it was earlier.

“M’kay,” he murmured as Gladio gently guided him to lay wrapping their comforter up around him

Gladio took a seat next to him on the edge of the bed then, soothing his hand along Ignis’s back to try and help lure him into the rest he needed. As Ignis buried his nose into the covers with a little hum, Gladio bit his lower lip to keep from laughing and soon the mans breathing evened out and the Shield knew his partner had nodded off.

The man may have to put on a mask and be stoic and strong in the face of adversity from his peers, but as long as Gladio was around he would make sure the man was always taken care of.

Gladio may not be a weatherman, but he’d ensure nothing but clear skies for his Ignis.

#ffxv #gladnis #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #nontickle fic #my fics #i love them so much #f3s #whump #fluff

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RIVALS [ peter quill x reader ] 0.1

a/n; i wrote a ficaroony because i love peter quill and he deserves more appreciation and also every problem in this story would be solved if the two would just express their feelings /sobbing

summary: Some things are just obvious from an early age: you and Peter were meant to get along no better than a cat and a dog. And not the modern spin on a cat’s and a dog’s relationship either (none of that Disney fun-loving BS). No, we’re talking about that good old fashioned thirst for blood, spite and rivalry.Only that your situation really was Disney like. Which is ironic, since you’ve been raised to spit in anyone’s face that even mentions the name ‘Starlord’.

words; 2,427

warnings: a bit of swearing

0.2 MASTERLIST KO-FI. WRITTING CHALLENGE!

i need your help!

The current state of the ship and its crew can be described in one word: bored.

Whiskey. In Terra it’s high noon but no one really counts space hours so why the hell not? Peter Quill sits idly drinking by his cluttered table, trying to drone out the occasional buzzing and clatter and the piercing sound of squeaky metal by clogging all of his senses with alcohol. There isn’t a particular reason to indulge in daytime drinking festivities, but there simply isn’t anything better to do so he had helped himself to a glass a little while ago. He has finished three in total. Now he sits silent, his mind sometimes drifting out of these cramped walls of his beloved spaceship, branching further and further into the unseen horizon and onto a lonely planet that is just waiting to be looted. His fingers tap of the table and he shakes his head again: that stupid fucking clanking!

Gamora’s lips tighten into a thin line as she continues to keep a close eye on the ship’s monitor, making sure it steers in the right direction. Which really is just a waste of time since it seems like the whole Galaxy has taken a day off: no sudden storms, no space police, not even an asteroid astray. The captain’s chair, though comfortable, grows stiff after a while of not moving. Her arms fold over her chest and she shifts from leg to leg. Her eyes drift back and forth from the processor to the map dully, as if trying to find any bit of excitement in the task. Or anything, really. She shuts her eyes painfully. The clanking is more annoying than usual, that’s for sure.

But where is it coming from? Too close, the only human-like figures think in union. Rocket had dismantled and re-made his makeshift bomb for possibly the tenth time (in counting!), and while yes, he has the silent pleasure in knowing he’s getting on the crews nerves, not even this activity can satisfy the impeccable feeling of absolutely NOTHING happening. He figured making an explosive out of a hairdryer will surely occupy his mind for at least until something interesting happens, but so far not even a message from anyone (the message really doesn’t have to involve cash or danger. A simple ‘hello’ from a long lost friend sounds more exciting than this). And so he sits and fidgets with spare parts, his mood never spiking from ‘mildly entertained’.

No one really knows what Groot is up to, but from the occasional exclamation of his name echoing from somewhere in the ship, the crew breaths out a sigh of relief: Groot is still here. Maybe it’s not even a sigh; they just take a collective breath since the air-conditioning is broken.

Suddenly, a big red dot appears on the map and approaches at an alarming rate. Gamora blinks, jumping from her seat and slamming her palms on either side of the map monitor, surprised that on such a lazy day there is something moving their way at an incredibly fast pace. Her eyes bore into the distance; in the blankness and the occasional shimmer of faraway stars she notes the object swirl and fall from her field of vision. She narrows her eyes – is it a ship?... Her further questions are cut short by the beeping. This calls for the whole crew’s attention.

0.82 Yellow Stripe is requesting to dock.

“Oh no,” Gamora barely surpasses a jerk as Peter’s voice ring just in her ear, “no no no.” in one swift move she is nudged out of the way, “Where is the deny-cancel-delete-forget it ever happened button?”

“Friend of yours?” Rocket inquires. Peter snorts.

“More like arch-nemesis.” He mumbles, about to press the big red button as in ‘No, go away’, but Gamora beats him to it and with all her force pushes the friendly green one that simply states ‘Invitation accepted!’.

“The hell did you do that for?!”

She stares at him, her palm refusing to leave the safety of the green glossy surface in case Peter decides to claw at her fingers, “Look, nothing has been happening. Zip. Nada. If your arch-nemesis, as you put it, decided to suddenly drop by something has to be going on. Something we’re not aware of.” Silence. “People like that don’t just pay a visit out of the blue.”

“Yeah, or maybe she just came to finally murder me.”

Gamora smiles, though it’s hardly affectionate. Her eyes sweep the weapons stocked in one of the closer lockers, Rocket holding his hairdryer-explosive and lastly Groot curiously sticking his head out through the door to see what the commotions is about. Finally, she returns to Peter, “I think we got you covered.” The chilling tone of her voice leaves no room to argue and the ship falls quiet. Peter finishes his glass. Gamora loosens her grip on the button as a heavy ‘dunk’ rattles the whole spaceship. Groot and Rocket tip-toe closer just in case of combat.

This continues for a while. The air tension filled, growing in anticipation and curiosity with every new sound the 0.82 makes as it docks. A cloud of cold smoke leaks from the doorway Groot entered minutes ago and the team shares a look – is this really happening? Rocket tightens his grip on the explosive, though seeing as Peter seems anything but alarmed, disturbed, or in any other way ready for danger with the capital D, he merely raises a brow and slumps his shoulders. The way this is panning out, it seems no fight is going to break out. Rocket’s previous excitement on testing out the bomb grows bitter and he curses under his breath. If anyone heard him, no one said a thing.

“Jesus Christ!” A female voice rings out from the other room, riddled with disgust and Peter can’t help the smirk that grows on his lips. He raises his glass to take a triumphant sip but remembers it’s empty. Awkwardly he sets it down on the console, ignoring the amused look Gamora sends him.

Footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Boots with a metal hilt, the only girl in the crew notes as her arms fold over her chest and she stares impatiently at the doorway, trying to paint the picture of this arch-nemesis. She is pretty sure Peter was joking when he said so, but still, knowing him and his pelvic magic she might just be another pissed off ex- girlfriend. These thoughts plague her and she is even more curious than before. Something falls in the other room and another yelp escapes the captain of the small yellow ship. Finally, the short statue of the mystery woman appears in the doorway—

Human, is all Gamora registers as she takes in the delicate glow of the shorter woman’s skin in the bleak lighting of Peter’s spaceship. A bead of sweat runs from her temple and gets lost somewhere near her jaw. And an angry human at that. Her face is scrunched; gloved fingers soon dig into her thick black rimmed googles and slide them off. Pair of (color) eyes meet hers for the briefest of moments she looks at Peter, “You are sick.”

“Healthy, actually.”

“You have serious issues, Peter. Did any of you see the engine room? Docks? No one? No one bothered to shine a LED light? Seems like a Picasso painting—“ Peter clears his throat loudly.

“(Title).” He addresses her. The woman, now dubbed as (Title), contemplates on whether to continue to describe her recent appalling findings or skip them entirely and never put on her goggles again. Her expression falls neutral and before Peter can say anything else, she leans onto the doorway and lowers her voice.

“Quill.”

His shoulders slump, “C’mon, it’s not that hard. Starlord.”

“No fucking way am I calling you that.”

|*|

When the initial disgust melted off you found yourself almost comfortable being in such a…unique spaceship. Unique is the only nice way you could put it without offending Peters feelings too much. Introductions flew by in a flash, one moment you were casually calling Peter everything your mind could come up with instead of Starlord, and the next you were pulled closer by the curious raccoon and his tree friend. The two of them flashed you a smile: Rocket and Groot! For a moment you were surprised that they have a higher mental capacity than a goldfish. You had yet to meet people/aliens/creatures that tolerate Peter and can form a coherent sentence. Lastly you shook hands with Gamora, another reality grasping companion that is female and hasn’t slept with Peter. That trivia earned a pleasant ‘Oh!’ from you. With that you moved on.

There is one particular room in ‘Starlords’ spaceship you always fancied, even after the two of you broke apart. It doesn’t have a name, nor do many go down here as you realized with a quick look through your googles. The walls are made of thick glass that opens the view of the whole universe, a lone boardwalk being the only surface that can hold your and his weight. Your feet teeter over the edge and you look down: the black abyss of space illuminates the edges of your shoes. The buzzing of the motors fills the silence. It’s always silent when you go down here. The occasional footsteps from up above draw you out your thoughts of the good old days when you hated Peter’s guts less and he tolerated you more. History is a tricky thing: whilst it is important, it’s unchangeable. Your parting of ways was inevitable, especially because of his eccentric taste and your strict morale code clashing fiercely on many occasions that almost led to either your or his death. Neither of you felt badly about it.

Except now, maybe. You aren’t sure yourself. You had taken off your gloves and left on a table near a whiskey bottle that much you recall. Your bare fingers grip the metal edge you sit on, shoulder slumped, deep in thought. Through the crown of your lashes you gaze at him – he is staring straight ahead, relaxed, slightly dazed perhaps, as the verbal fight the two of you engaged in long forgotten. A soft blue light illuminates his features and you trace them carefully, trying to remember each detail with striking precision and faintly searching for the boy you knew that long ago. Same home planet, taken by the Yondu Ravager Clan and raised by it too. In the back of your mind you make a side-by side of little Peter, dressed in his pirate gear and trying to operate a gun you had constructed under the strict eye of your kidnappers, and the young adult that sits within arms-length. You find no resemblance between the two. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they are completely different people. Then again, the last time you saw him was roughly five years ago, maybe even more.

Disappointment. Is that what you are feeling? Emotions mix and blur, just like the vast outside creeping behind these large windows. You swing your feet, a childish habit, and Peter snorts with an amused shake of his head, “Strange for you to shut your mouth for once.” You don’t take offence to that. You don’t take offence to anything, but don’t reply either. You tilt your head downwards again and stare at your feet, an action he notes and raises a curious brow, “Yo, (Title), you okay?” He asks lighthearted, leaning in just enough to be close but still minding your personal space.

It feels different somehow. When you first landed this, all of this, was an unpleasant mystery and you were beyond irritated to have made such a long and tiring trip to see a person you didn’t even want to talk to. Now, here, in the secure company of just the two of you the mood shifted drastically: from annoyance it went to heavy mixed feelings you don’t want nor are ready to voice. So instead you shrug and crack a smile. “Not really. Seeing you again is never pleasant.” There’s a tad of truth to every joke, as there is to lie, and while yes, seeing Peter again has raised some long forgotten spikes of emphatic brother-sister feelings, your sudden change from playful to serious isn’t entirely to do with him. He waits for you to continue and you are almost surprised that he doesn’t crack a stupid one-liner as a failed jab at your brooding. “I bet you know that I didn’t come here because I miss you.”

Ouch, he wants to say, but doesn’t. He nods. You continue, still not lifting your head up, “Finding you was…tough. Save me the story of running away and what-not, I don’t care. I didn’t come here to relish in old memories.” Yet you explicitly asked him to talk here, in your favorite place, despite anywhere being okay. You ignore this fact and any that fallow along with it and swing your legs again as if that would help you focus. “You have a good team. Not good good, but, you know…Good.” Your throat runs dry and a spike of nervousness sparks in your chest, going all the way to your fingertips. You gaze into his eyes, feeling your heart jump when your gazes connect in the dim lighting, “I need your help.”

The weight of your words is heavy, and though your request is quiet and reserved he knows you’re desperate. You would go to someone else, to anyone else, instead of him if it was whimsical or within your power. A spurge of pride. He can’t help but smirk. You frown, “Yeah yeah, c’mon, laugh it out, you won’t let me hear the end of this yada yada, I know.” You wave him off.

“I’m going to hold this against you forever.”

“Whatever, I don’t care.” The blankness returns to your face and he knows you’re back to being serious, “Do you…Do you remember the Carnic incident?”

“You mean when you ‘accidentally’ blew up a model spaceship? Of course I remember. It’s on my highlight reel.” He ponders for a minute how this is relevant, “You we’re banned from—“

“-Entering Terra territory.” You finished for him, the same heaviness returning to your voice as it grew quiet again. A note of pain strikes your features and Peter leans out taken aback. Turning away from him you are quick to compose yourself.

“My mom died. I want to say goodbye.”

TBH

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imaginesnkdorks · 7 years

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Reader and Erwin where she's a cadet in the 104 but she's a couple years older than Erwin and all of them. The had a relationship during the time they met and they get married she pregnant and he gives her and the child a bunch of diaries or journals that tell his life and but during the battle with the beast he dies so the child grows up without a father but wants to be exactly like him

The story ur writing a role to take with the reader x Erwin I made a typo she’s not older than Erwin but she’s older than the cadets she’s 20

“A Role to Take” PART 1

Pairing: Erwin X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Violence; mentions of death; long read

Words: 2270

[Part 2 ] [Part III] [Part IV]

[A/N: So, this was a tough one to write. I didn’t want it to feel rushed so I decided to cut it into two to three parts. Will update the next parts probably this weekend :D - mod max]

[EDIT: Made Reader younger :D]

Anotherwedding, hmm? I sighed as I walked home. Everyone my age is getting married –people I used to play with when we were little. It’s not like we’re beyondmarrying age – we’re just in our twenties. In fact, I just turned twenty. Stillyoung, but not quite. The tragedy of two years ago made everyone realize how wecould just die anytime. Most decided it was now or never, and eloped with theirsweethearts.

Whatabout me? It isn’t like love never presented itself. It’s just that I have adifferent priority. That is looking after my ill mother. People ask me if I’mhappy like this, and I always answered yes. I do get lonely, sometimes. But Ilove how rewarding it is to feel useful, and to be able to help my mother.

Still, being my mother’s caretakercame to an end. And even though I’ve been expecting this to happen eventually,I was devastated. I have no one. And honestly, my life lost its direction. Idon’t know what to do.

I live in Ragako Village, in thesouthern part of Wall Rose. It’s a quaint little town and I love how peacefulit is, despite being close to the edge of the wall.

“Ah, (Y/N), done with your chores?”Mrs. Springer asked me the moment I passed by her house.

“Almost.” I answered, smiling to thesweet woman. “I heard a commotion at your house this morning, is everythingalright?” At that, she wore an expression only a pissed off mother could pulloff.

Letting go a puff of air, she began“Connie is planning to enlist. That boy is worrying me to death.”

“Oh? Surely, though he isn’tplanning to join the Survey Corps?” The Survey Corps is the most dangerousbranch of the military. Ever since the fall of Wall Maria two years ago, therewas a spike in people enlisting.

“Goodness, no. He wants to join theMilitary Police.” Hmm, the military police? That’s the branch that takes careof the inner district. That’s far from titans, so if Connie get in, he’ll beliving a comfortable life. Though, I understand why his mother is worried –people can die even during training.

We exchanged a few more words,before I promptly said goodbye. I entered my house … alone again.

I hate to admit this but I don’tknow what to do with myself. I need to take care of something – or someone. Mytalk with Mrs. Springer sparked a plan in my mind, and I’m shaking justthinking about it. Not of fear, but of excitement. I believe I haven’t feltthis my whole life.

The plan? Watch over ConnieSpringer, of course. And like him, I entered the military. I don’t haveanything to lose, anyway.

“Did my mother ask you to do this,(Y/N)?” Connie asked me, while we were on our way to camp.

“Hmm, no. I literally have nothingelse to do.” I told the him.

“Oh. You wanna join the MilitaryPolice, too?” He asked me, flashing a toothy grin.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see.”I can’t tell him that I’ll join whichever he joins now, could I?

“Okay.”

We arrived at the training camp, andwas given our uniforms and cabin assignments. That’s when I parted ways withConnie. I’m quite thankful that there are a number of young adults and adultswith us – see, not only teenagers are trying to enter the military. Thanks tofood shortages, enlisting was a sure way to keep food coming. Meaning, therewould be a lot of breadwinners and even parents here. After changing into ourissued uniforms, we got in line to meet our instructor, thus beginning our lifeas the 104th trainees.

Two years passed in a blink of aneye. Turns out, I don’t really have to worry about Connie. The kid’s prettywitty, if I do say so myself. Other than that, all I can say is that I have aknack for this. I spent most my life doing mundane housework. I don’t eventhink I’ve run at all! But this – using the 3DM gear, fighting whether by handor blades – is something that came quite naturally. Was it due to pent upfrustration? I finally found a safe way to let it all out? Maybe.

Graduation is almost here, andeveryone is thinking seriously about which branch to join. I’m relieved thatConnie is still aspiring to join the Military Police, but I’m worried. There’sthis one kid who absolutely detests titans, Eren, and I think he’s slowlyinfluencing a bunch of other kids to join the Survey Corps.

“What about you, (Y/N)?” Mina askedme.

“Huh?” We are currently at the topof the wall, cleaning.

“Which branch are you joining?” Sheexplained.

“Oh. The Survey Corps, I guess.”

“Woah. Really?” It was Eren thistime. That’s the kid who hates titans. It’s understandable why, though. Hismother was eaten by one right in front of him. No wonder he’s so messed up.

“Why?” It was Connie who asked me.Why, indeed?

I shrugged. Months into training, Idecided that I’d join the SC whichever branch Connie joins. The other two arerelatively safer than the SC, so there won’t be any need to worry. Besides, Ifeel like that’s where I’d be most useful.

“What about the rest of you?” Iasked them. The conversation took off, and it turns out that Eren did influencea bunch of them. Even Connie. That made me raise a brow, and Connie sheepishlyshrugged it off. Ugh, this kid’s soft.

We got quiet as we focused more onour task. I can’t help but hum a tune. Cleaning is as easy as breathing for me,after all. I’m sure I’ll ha –

Booom!

“What the –?” Thunder? “Titan!” Atitan! A titan appeared right in front of us … It happened all so fast!

“Gahhh!” A gust of wind threw us alloff the wall.

“Samuel!” I think it was Sasha, shejumped and did something. I didn’t see because my eyes were on the gate – orwhere the gate was supposed to be.

“A breach! Titans are going to getin!” I yelled, in a panic. The hell of five years ago would happen again! Wecan’t let that happen!

I jumped off, closing the gapbetween me and the gate. “Titans are already walking in?” Unbelievable. We didn’teven have time to breathe, they’re already invading! I looked up to mycompanions to try to regroup. Samuel’s passed out, with Sasha holding on tohim. Mina and Thomas seems unharmed. Connie is frozen, eyes locked at the gapwhich was once the gate, and Eren was nowhere to be found.

Booming sounds can still be heardfrom the top – is Eren fighting the colossal titan? Hnghh. I don’t have time tothink about that. I turned back to the gap, and there are at least seven titansalready in here. I can’t kill them all. We need back up!

Adrenaline was rushing through mysystem – this is what we’ve been training for!

It took us two days to fight titans,seal the gap and clean up everything. It was a blur full of tears, blood anddeath. Many among my batchmates perished – sons, daughters, parents … dead.

This event opened my eyes in manyways. We aren’t safe – we were never safe. It seems that titans gave us thehundred years of peace. Now that it’s over, they’re slowly picking us off onewall at a time.

Luckily, we managed to seal thegate. In a twist of fate, a titan saved us. Ironic, I know. A Titan protectedus from other titans. That Eren boy transformed into a titan. I don’t know thefull details yet, though. That’s another irony, right there. Eren was probably theone who hates titans the most, yet here he is. Able to become a titan,apparently at will. That kid must be feeling horrible about that.

We are currently cremating whatlittle we were able to recover of the dead. It was tough identifying most. Itwas a tragedy – as bad as any could everbe. I think I should be worried. Well, worried about something personal, and itisn’t about my safety. I loved the battle. My flesh tingles at the sheerthought of slicing titans. I’ve never felt more alive!

I think I finally found my life’spurpose – to rid this world of titans.

You could say that I’m an oddball.Most people are in shock. Poor Connie – he’s inconsolable. Everyone is. We areall quietly watching the pyres when Jean spoke up.

“Hey, guys …” Needless to say, hehas all of our undivided attention.

He turned to us, and he obviouslyisn’t taking this well. Which, I’d say is normal given the situation.Especially since a close friend of his passed away. “Have you decided whichforce you’re joining?” He asked, yet he didn’t let any of us answer before heshared a shocking news. “I’ve made up my mind …” he couldn’t stop shaking as hecontinued, “I … I … I’m joining the Survey Corps!”

That’s shocking. Jean was veryadamant in joining the MP, yet here he is, declaring that he’ll join the SC.After that, we sunk back into silence – not really. Cries of sadness are heardall around.

It’s the day, the day that theSurvey Corps’ commander is going to talk to us graduates. He’s the first oneamong the commanders who’ll try to recruit us. I guess he’s the first one,since the other commanders think that if they go first, there will be no oneleft for the SC.

I was leaning against the wall, withothers who are rather attached to mein the loosest sense of the word. Also, Connie seems to be sticking closer tome ever since the battle at Trost. We were minding our own business when Jeanwalked up to us.

“Jean, you’re really joining theSurvey Corps?” I couldn’t help but ask. This sudden change of heart of hisbaffles me still.

“Yeah.” He curtly answered.

“Why the sudden decision?” Sashaasked. Hmm, turns out it wasn’t just me who was surprised. “Aren’t you scared?”

“Huh? Of course I don’t want to jointhe Survey Corps.” He answered, nonchalantly. It seems he’s cried all of histears last night.

Connie spoke up then, “then why?”

“It’s not that titans don’t scare meanymore either. And I won’t spout nonsense like, the best belongs in the Survey Corps. I’m not as eager to die asthat suicidal bastard.”

“You mean Eren? He’s already joinedthe Survey Corps.” I added. After what seemed to be a messy trial, the SC gottemporary custody of Eren.

We were then called to get in line.We all decided to follow the order, but not before Jean told us how this,joining the SC, was solely a decision of his.

Before today, I have never seen thecommander of the SC. I expected to see an old, bald man. Pretty much likeCommander Pixis of the Garrison. Turns out I was way off the mark.

“I am Erwin Smith, Commander of theSurvey Corps.” The tall, blonde man said in that smooth voice of his. He’s alot younger compared to Pixis, and our instructor Keith Shadis. And quite ahandsome fellow. He began his speech, inviting us to join the SC. But he wasn’tsugar coating it. He told us the harsh, cold truth about what’s it like. Thisman is different.

As he finished, he asked those whowants to join to stay in the field. Many people left – but that is to beexpected. When people who wanted to leave were all gone, commander addressed uswho stayed behind; “are you willing to die if you’re ordered to?”

“I don’t want to die!” A brave soulanswered.

“I see. I like the looks on your faces.”Commander Erwin said, eyes travelling around, looking each of us in the eyes. Andfor a moment there, his eyes lingered a little too long on mine. I never knew aperson’s eyes could be that strikingly blue.

“I hereby welcome all of you to theSurvey Corps! This is a true salute! Offer up your hearts!”

“Yes, sir!” We yelled as we made ourfirst ever salute as Survey Corps soldiers.

“I’m scared!” Sasha muttered. “Iwant to go home.”

“I don’t even care.” Conniewhispered.

These teens … they’re brave. Yes,they want to run, but they aren’t doing it. They chose to stay.

“You’ve done well to endure yourfear. You are brave soldiers. You have my heartfelt respect.” Commander Erwinseems to be thinking the same thing as I am. And as I turned back to look athim, I saw his eyes were back on me. Then he turned away.

Nineteen. Out of hundreds on ourfirst day, only nineteen of us stayed to join the Survey Corps.

This is it. The direction I’ve beenlooking for. I can’t help but feel excited.

#erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #snk #snk imagines #aot imagines #commander handsome #mod max #angst #series #a role to take part 1 #a role to take

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X-Men Novelization(Ch. 30)

Chapter Thirty

With the new class starting to settle in, life at the Xavier Institute continued its ever-evolving idea of “normal.” With the student body more than doubling the school was busier than ever. Charles and Hank managed to split the scheduling between the two classes so that they switched off days between the older and younger students. On a day that the younger students had class the older students were free and vice versa. Although the system worked well, it meant that there were varying degrees of havok on the days that the younger students were free to run wild.

Hank tried to preempt some of the wild behavior by holding tutoring sessions while Charles taught class, and usually he picked the student he thought to be most likely to wreak the expected havok.

“Thank you again for meeting with me, Bobby.”

Hank twisted open a bottle of soda as he adjusted himself on the barstool in the kitchen, his furry toes curling around its lower rungs.. The upper and lower halves of Bobby’s body told two different stories, his fist firmly in his cheek as he rested against his arm with a look of pure malaise, and his knee bouncing up and down on the bar stool rung below him ready for action.

“Well, you said we were gonna work on powers. No offense, teach, but if this turns into a Shakespeare lesson I am so out of here.”

Hank chuckled. “Ah, yes, ‘The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.’”

“Awh, man, I knew it!” Bobby jumped from his stool and started to saunter off, but Hank called after him.

“Wait! Wait. I’m just teasing. That wasn’t even Shakespeare, it was Tennyson.” Bobby turned and raised a skeptical eyebrow. Hank adjusted his glasses atop his snout and continued “I’ve been watching you these past few weeks, Robert, and I believe there is some formidable potential in your abilities. The implications of manipulating thermal energy so radically, not even to mention the question of what ambient moisture you’re tapping could possib--

“I just want to learn some cool stuff, teach.”

Bobby gnawed at his gum with his head cocked to the side as Hank stood up and took a few paces toward Bobby. “Let’s start with something cool, then. Areas closest to your body are the easiest for you to affect, and despite your natural inclinations toward the contrary there is no necessity dictating the use of your hands to direct the energy.”

“Uh huh?”

“I believe you can create a sheath of ice around your body. Functionally, I’m talking about you making yourself armor.” Bobby’s eyes lit up and Hank felt the electricity that teaching always inspired. Hank decided to press on. “I just want you to close your eyes and focus as you always do, but let the feeling spread to every inch of your body.”

Bobby squeezed his eyes and fists shut forcing the focus more than Hank intended. “Now relax as you do this, Bobby, I don’t want the Professor to find an iceberg in the middle of his kitchen. Let your muscles relax, let your mind drift.” Hank’s voice took on a hypnotic tone and he inched closer toward his pupil. “Feel the goosebumps sprout up along your skin, across your shoulders and all the way down toward your toes.”

A change started then. Hank could see Bobby’s hair start to stiffen with frost, and then the frost crept down into his eyebrows. Bobby’s skin took on a blueish hue and despite his own fur even Hank felt cold. He decided not to mention it, wanting to see how Bobby could press himself. Finally a thin layer of frost crept across Bobby’s body, coating his skin and lightly icing his clothing. “Now open your eyes and look at your handiwork, Robert.”

The student did as he was told, and the moment Bobby saw what he had done he pumped his fists in victoriously. “Hell yeah! I’m the man! This makes me the man, right?”

“I would indubitably concur with that assessment!”

Bobby started craning his head around his own body to see from every angle. “It’s not quite armor, but you think I could do, like, actual armor one day?”

“One day soon. Today even, if you want to stay and keep working at it.”

“I think I’m gonna need a high five before we do any more learning, teach.” Hank chuckled once more and held out his paw, but as he towered over Bobby the teenager was forced to jump up for the high five. Between Bobby’s icy hand and Hank’s furry paw there was not an adequate slap, and when Bobby landed on the tile floor his feet slid out from underneath him and he landed flat on his back.

Giggled peeled out from around the corner of the kitchen. Hank held out a hand to help Bobby to his feet, but the boy was already whirling around to find the source of ridicule.

Kitty Pryde stood with her hand to her face, her cell phone held loosely in her other hand as she laughed uncontrollably. “Oh, that was perfect. That was just too perfect. This is totally gonna go viral,” Kitty managed between fits.

Bobby growled at Kitty, scrambling to get to his feet while being extra careful to keep from falling again. “Give me that phone!”

“You don’t wanna be famous?” Kitty asked, displaying the phone teasingly.

Before Kitty knew what was happening Bobby shot out his hand and frosted her feet to the floor. A thick layer of ice held her in place as he rushed forward and grabbed her phone, immediately running off. “Hey!” Kitty shouted. “That’s my phone! Bobby!” Kitty’s legs passed through the ice without issue and she took off after him.

Hank sighed and hopped back onto his stool. “Well. I tried.”

Kitty sprinted through the halls of the mansion after Bobby, narrowly spotting him turning a corner. She turned after him, yelling for him to stop, but he kept running. He turned into a dormitory wing whose hallway had a dead end to a window and Kitty bared her teeth in a smile as she ran, knowing that if he ducked into any of the rooms none of the doors could stop her.

Bobby had tricks of his own up his frozen sleeve, however. With Kitty bearing down on him, Bobby flipped the lock up on the window and opened it wide, leaping out without a second thought. Kitty’s smile disappeared as she closed in on the window, slowing herself down so she did not topple over the edge. “Bobby! What the hell are you…”

The girl peered over the edge and heard Bobby’s distant laughter. A slide of sparkling ice starting just below the open window connected it to another window on a lower floor. Kitty slammed her fist against the sill for a moment before backing away. “Alright, fine. We’ll bring powers into this.”

Kitty sank into the floor slowly, no longer the panicked girl she was when they first developed. When she passed through the floor she dropped into the recreation room just below and landed on the pool table. Just behind her Kurt and Piotr played foosball, with Kurt wrapping himself around the table using a foot and a tail to manage all four handles at once. Piotr looked frustrated, cursing in Russian as the foosball players whipped around vigorously.

“Bobby didn’t come through here, did he?” Kitty asked.

Kurt knocked the ball into its goal and through his arms up in victory. He looked over at Kitty and then at Piotr. “Was hat Sie gesagt?”

Piotr ignored Kurt and looked at Kitty, blushing. “My ne goverim pro-angliyski.”

Kitty rolled her eyes and ran forward away from the foreign students. “Whenever you two learn English I’m calling you idiots!” she yelled over her shoulder at them, passing through the next wall out of the recreation room. She passed through several more laws, building up momentum and thrilled at her own capacity for control. Phasing just the right parts of her body at just the right time was such a struggle when she began, but it was finally starting to feel as natural as typing on a keyboard or riding a bike.

Lost in her own thoughts, Kitty came to a dead halt when she crossed into a classroom. Jean, Scott, Ororo, and the Professor all stared at her sudden appearance through the wall. Charles held up a copy of Moby Dick, clearing mid-lecture, and cocked an eyebrow. “Kitty, I had no idea you were such an enthusiastic fan of Melville.”

Kitty’s face turned red and locked itself into a wince. She managed through gritted teeth “Sorry, Professor. Bobby stole my phone so I was trying to get it back.”

“Well,” Charles said, holding back a small grin, “Don’t let the pursuit of what you want destroy all that you already have.”

“Er…”

Kitty cast a look at the older students. Scott hid a look of annoyance behind his sunglasses while Ororo held herself back from laughing. Jean was enjoying the chance to stare out the window when Kitty’s attention snapped back to Charles’ next words. “He’s hiding in the hangar, Kitty. Don’t let the floor hit you on the way out.”

“Thanks, Professor! Sorry, again!”

Kitty sank into the floor. The garage was on the lower level, and the sooner she could leave the classroom full of embarrassment the better. She dropped into the medical bay and phased through a few more walls until she found herself in the hangar underneath the basketball court. Her footsteps echoed in the massive room, resounding off the wings of the Blackbird that filled up most of the space. The room appeared empty except for Logan, sitting on a toolbox as he tightened the bolts on a motorcycle across from himself. His head shot up at Kitty’s entrance. She saw the blackness in his eyes and froze.

“Lookin’ for somethin’?”

Kitty gulped. “Uh, yeah, um, Bobby? Do you know Bobby?” She had no idea whether or not he knew the students. Wolverine was practically a legend in the halls of the school. He was hardly seen, especially not during the daylight, and the closest Kitty ever before came to seeing him was watching the Blackbird jet off on some mysterious mission.

To her surprise, he completely ignored the question. He looked at her, drying his hands of grease and oil. “You know that girl with that white streak in her hair? ‘Bout your age?”

Kitty was taken aback. “Who, Rogue?”

“Why do you all call her that?”

Kitty shrugged, still warming up to the idea of becoming conversational with a man with knives in his arms. She found herself staring at his knuckles as she spoke. She’s a loner. Doesn’t really hang out with the rest of us, so she, like, ‘goes rogue,’ y’know?”

Logan finished drying his hands and tossed the rag over the handlebars of the motorcycle. He caught Kitty’s eyes following his hands as he moved them, but his expression did not change. “Chuck said she just showed up one day. You know anything about that?”

“She was drugged out on the front lawn. Nobody knows how she got past the security systems, and if she has any idea she’s not sharing. Um, Mr. Logan?”

“It’s just Logan.”

“Right. Did anyone else come down here before me?”

Logan stood up and started to walk toward Kitty, who flinched instinctively and backed away. “Your friend’s hiding on top of the Blackbird,” he said, brushing past Kitty to leave the hangar.

“Dude! Mega unfair!”

“There you are! I’m gonna put you halfway through a brick wall, Bobby!”

Logan left the playful teasing and teenaged antics behind him as he walked up the stairs back into the main body of the mansion.

Rogue laid in her bed, her headphones blaring at a mind-numbing volume, but no part of her body danced along. She stared at the ceiling, or better yet, past the ceiling, up at nothing as her mind twisted in a fury of thoughts and memories. Her appearance was altogether different than it ever had been in Mississippi. She no longer wore short shorts, or tattered shirts. Quite the contrary, almost every inch of her body was covered by a tight material, her dresser bursted at the edges with leggings. As an extra layer of protection she wore baggy jeans and hoodies, anything to deter the slightest possibility that a mistake could happen.

There was a knock at her door, but it was just faint enough through the music that she knew she could pretend that she did not hear it. Then the knock came louder and she continued to ignore it. When it came again, even more loudly, she yanked her headphones off and marched to the door. She threw the door open.

“I was listening to music, you jack--

Logan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, a streak of oil on his cheek that bled into the blackness of his sideburns. He entered without asking and Rogue jumped out of his way, always on edge whenever she was within inches of another person. He seemed to not notice, and continued walking past until he was staring out her bedroom window.

“You’re Rogue, right?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You like that name?”

Rogue’s hands retreated into the sleeves of her hoodie, playing with the cuffs. She actually did like the name. After what happened to her, after losing all contact with Irene and finding out that no missing persons report or anything was opened after she disappeared, it felt like the right time in her life for a new name. She pushed the train of thought away and focused instead on her confusion. “It suits me. Mind tellin’ me what you’re doin’ in my room?”

There was a sharp intake of air through Logan’s nose. “I’ve noticed you around. Noticed the other kids not paying you much mind.”

“And, what, you came to defend little ol’ me from the savage bullies? Piss off.”

Logan turned around slowly, his face still rock solid and impossible to read. He considered Rogue for a moment, not challengingly, but he held his silence long enough that she lost what little strength she built up against him. “I’m not some bleedin’ heart like Chuck is. I’m not good at sermons or lectures or any of that crap. And I’m not good with kids.”

A sharp exhalation of laughter flew from Rogue’s lips despite herself. Logan ignored it.

“But I’ve been where you are. Feelin’ alone. Scared of what I might be. While the other kids are chasing each other left and right and playin’ tag you’re miles away and got no idea how they do it. It took me a while to trust this place and to let Chuck’s magic seep in. I still struggle with it, but little by little I’ll be damned if it hasn’t worked.”

“What are you talking about? What magic?”

Logan’s stare bored into Rogue’s eyes for a while before he spoke. “He makes ya feel part of somethin’. Somethin’...bigger than yourself. And you’re lucky.”

Rogue scoffed. “Lucky? You tryin’ to tell a girl who killed the first boy she ever kissed that she’s lucky?”

“Yes I am,” Logan said, holding out his hand, “because you get to feel what I feel now with nothin’ but a handshake. You get to feel connected to somebody and see what they see without all the self-sabotaging trust issues that makes the whole process torture for everyone else.”

She looked a the hand, unsure whether or not to take it. She remembered the last time that she touched another person and she looked at Logan for confirmation. “Are you sure?”

“I can take it.” As she reached out Logan stopped her with a raised finger. “But don’t tell the others. I got a reputation to maintain.” He lowered the finger and stretched it out into a hand again, and Rogue smiled at him before looking back at the hand, reaching out to clasp it.

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I just watched another of the films listed in Wednesday Lee Friday’s ’15 Black and White Horror Movies That Are Scary as Hell,’ posted on ScreenRant on 2oth August 2016. Find it here: https://screenrant.com/scariest-black-and-white-horror-movies-ever-all-time/

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Today’s offering was Dementia 13, the 1963 version starring Luana Anders, Patrick Magee and William Campbell, and was I believe the first film written and directed by Francis Ford Coppola.

It opens with an intriguing setting – a man and woman about to board a rowing boat at night, rock and roll music playing on the radio. In this scene we learn who the couple are, what the woman’s motives might be and how the story is to begin, for us the viewer that is. Truth be told, we are stepping into a story that has been some years in the making…

The story centres around the tragic death of Kathleen, the younger sister to older brothers Richard and Billy. Kathleen drowned in the pond at the front of Halloran Castle several years ago. Consequently, their mother has suffered depression and an all-consuming guilt ever since, looking for people to blame for the girl’s death. The older brother Richard works with iron. It is implied that he has issues with anger early on in the film. Likewise, the younger brother Billy is forced to occupy a bedroom in a remote, supposedly haunted part of the castle. He has suffered strange and frightening nightmares since his sibling’s death.

Louise is possibly the most interesting character of them all, yet she is not in the film for long (she is probably the best actor, too.) Louise is one of the characters in the boat in the opening scene. The man is her husband, John. We learn from the outset that John has a heart defect and that he is aware his wife only wants him for his money. He points out that if anything happens to him, Louise gets nothing. We learn that the mother has penned a 'ridiculous will' which Louise means to persuade her to change. Right on cue, John keels over and dies of a heart attack. Louise, being the devious money grabber she is, tips him out of the boat along with the radio (she remarks that the music he is playing is ‘terrible’ beforehand,) because she knows he is right about her getting nothing if he is gone. Once back at the castle, she pens a note, forging his signature, explaining his disappearance as a sudden business trip. She then tries to ingratiate herself with mother, the cold, distant matriarch of the house. Once she learns the story of Kathleen, she assures the mother that the dead child will ;give her a sign,' one which she will share, in order to gain the older woman’s confidence. To add credence to her ‘powers’ she sets out to steal some of the dead child’s toys as proof of her communication with her.

I enjoyed the scene where Louise breaks into the girl's bedroom, presumably left as it was when she died. We see Louise is observed breaking in, though she doesn’t know she is being watched. These days, we are used to the idea of the trope whereby children’s toys are creepy and scary. This scene uses that devise shamelessly, but I have to say, it works. Perhaps it wasn’t as hackneyed then as it is now. There was one thing that jarred with me. The crawling wind-up doll made me jump (yes I know I just called it ‘hackneyed’ but I really wasn’t expecting it) yet it had no effect on Louise whatsoever. She barely even acknowledged it had moved. I'm sorry but whether you believed in ghosts or not, I think anyone would have jumped at this sudden and unexpected movement in the circumstances. But even so, this fairly brief scene is quite suspenseful. I didn’t fully understand why she tied ropes to the toys and then dived into the pool with them. They later bob to the surface, though she is no longer around to see it, so perhaps that was the plan. Maybe she meant them to surface in full view of the family, especially the mother, as one of these 'signs.' I wondered if she meant to retrieve them one at a time to add weight to the lies she planned to tell the mother. They would have been dripping wet from the pond, and the child drowned, after all…

The scene where Louise is attacked at the pool, whilst not at all graphic beyond a faceless man swinging an axe repeatedly, (the number and ferocity of blows she supposedly sustained would have resulted in far more than the few trails of blood down her face we are shown) together with a later scene involving a sudden but brief decapitation, and later still, a body hanging in an outhouse, makes this, of all the films on the list, the nearest to true horror that any of them come, with the possible exception of Night of the Living Dead.

I reiterate here that we must bear in mind that all of these films are of their time. None of them would stand up as horror in today’s modern, graphic sense. That being understood, Dementia 13 can be more properly referred to as ‘horror’ than most of the others, in my view. I had been expecting the film to continue in its ‘spooky,’ ghost-story vein, so these elements of violent horror surprised me when they occurred.

The film is meant to be mysterious and intriguing, but at points I simply found it confusing. All is eventually explained of course, though not as fully nor as effectively as I would have liked. Doctor Caleb’s final action, the one which ends the film, seems unnecessary to me. He viciously swings and embeds an axe into the face of the wax doll made in the likeness of the dead child, Kathleen. A final act of ‘violence’ meant to put an end to the sinister depression that hung over the house and the family, it seemed gratuitous to me (not graphically so, just that it was needless and overly dramatic.He had just shot and killed Billy. Mutilating the doll was perhaps a very visual end to it all.

We are used to Coppola’s slick style these days. If you are expecting that from this film, you will be disappointed. I still found it enjoyable in a sense – it has a genuinely unsettling aspect – but if I am honest, I will say that after a promising start, this film became confusing, mildly annoying and then became a somewhat predictable story-line about guilt, grief, loss and insanity.

A lot of things don’t add up here. What was the plan with the stolen toys? Why did she scream when she saw the headstone? (Was that a hand or just some underwater plant? If it was a hand (or a head) then I understand the scream. Otherwise not.) How did the doctor know there were three wheels to empty the pond and why did he have the authority to order it drained? How did Billy have the means to make such a detailed wax doll? Had his mother seen it before she entered the play house? If not, why did she not react to it with more shock? If she had seen it before. why did Billy try to attack her, if she was meant to see it? Why is there barely even a mention of the missing brother John after the early part of the film? Obviously, these are all points we are meant to overlook in order to allow the film to move along, but they niggled me. Oh, and given that it is supposedly set in Ireland, how come there wasn’t an Irish accent to be heard? (A bit tongue in cheek, that one.)

Scary as hell? No, but it definitely has scary elements and one or two moments which would have no doubt qualified as ‘jump scares’ at the time. Worth the watch to see the result of Coppola’s early work, and if you are prepared to take it with a pinch of salt it is a good, spooky film.

I have three films left on this list. I intend to complete my self-imposed challenge to watch and review all fifteen of them.by Christmas, so keep coming back for more and feel free to add your own opinions!

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