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YELLOWJACKETS SEASON ONE SENTECE STARTERS

❛ So what do you think really happened out there? ❜

❛ All I know is that what happened was a tragedy. ❜

❛ Is this really how you thought your life was gonna turn out? ❜

❛ I don't give a shit what you meant, you smug little bitch. You don't know a fucking thing about my life. ❜

❛ Want a quickie in the bathroom? ❜

❛ I'm pretty sure it's exactly as bad as it looks. ❜

❛ I liked the saints. They were all so tragic. ❜

❛ You're the only one who's always been there for me. ❜

❛ You're the best friend I've ever had. You know that, right? ❜

❛ We agreed. Say no more than we have to, stay out of the public eye. ❜

❛ We're gonna need to change the bandages soon. And then hourly after that. ❜

❛ Are you trying to be adorable with me? Does that usually work for you? ❜

❛ You are so mad. And yet so wrong. ❜

❛ You crazy fucking bitch. ❜

❛ If you maybe want to maybe get a drink another 20 years from now, you'll know how to reach me. ❜

❛ They'll be here to rescue us by morning. ❜

❛ If poison ivy's what kills me out here, then I deserve to die. ❜

❛ We think we know what we're doing, but really we have no clue. ❜

❛ Wolves can kill anything if the pack's big enough. ❜

❛ If you want me busting kneecaps, it's gonna cost extra. ❜

❛ You know, you can learn so much about a person by going through their personal refuse. ❜

❛ You two are the worst for each other, and I don't want to pull you out of that toxic shit again. ❜

❛ It's so easy for you to judge others with your perfect life, right? ❜

❛ We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there's porn. ❜

❛ You're beautiful when you're honest. ❜

❛ Well, mainly, I've just been trying to channel you, so I've been being dark and deadpan. ❜

❛ Oh, please don't be mad. It's a really long drive home, and uncomfortable silences make me uncomfortable. ❜

❛ The worst is behind us, okay? We're gonna be fine. ❜

❛ Are you kidding me right now? "A bad feeling"? I don't believe in that shit, and you're not going to either. ❜

❛ I don't know what you're so scared of. You've already got blood on your hands. ❜

❛ I think bad things happened here. ❜

❛ I think we should get together and strategize. You know, pop a few pins on the old corkboard. ❜

❛ Look, you can follow me or not, just don't slow me down. ❜

❛ Is this some kind of sex thing? ❜

❛ I can already smell the ghosts of hangovers past. ❜

❛ Has anyone ever told you your obsession with biographical minutia is the opposite of a turn-on? ❜

❛ I know when you look at me, you don't see someone you should be afraid of, but, you're wrong. ❜

❛ Okay. Yes, ma'am/sir. I'll perfectly calibrate my tone as I tell you to go fuck yourself. ❜

❛ You had to know I was, like, totally in love with you, right? ❜

❛ It doesn't matter how shitty of parents they are. It still fucks you up when they're gone. ❜

❛ I don't understand why I'm the only one in this family who thinks that actions should have consequences. ❜

❛ Well, you've never been good at being anything other than yourself. Honestly, it's your superpower. ❜

❛ You can't keep not pitching in. People are noticing. ❜

❛ I don't belong here, and I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. ❜

❛ Wait, is this a pep talk? Wow, that is so not your style. ❜

❛ Cheering people up is your thing. ❜

❛ You make people feel like things are gonna be okay just by showing up and...being your dumb, hot, awesome self. At least you always did that for me. ❜

❛ I feel like I just look like I fell off a Fifty Shades of Grey bus tour. ❜

❛ I just had a brainstorm. We should have a seance. ❜

❛ You're so not fine. Do you think I can't see that? ❜

❛ You poisoned me. Why? ❜

❛ Why can't you accept the possibility that there are things in this world we don't understand? ❜

❛ Please. Promise me you won't do anything stupid. ❜

❛ I'd sell my firstborn for a cheesesteak right now. ❜

❛ I am beyond upset. I don't even know who the hell you are right now. ❜

❛ It's not your fault. What happened. ❜

❛ I can't imagine how exhausting it must've been, always comparing yourself to someone so beautiful and smart. ❜

❛ You know, for someone who went through some shit of their own, it never ceases to amaze me how shut off you are to help. ❜

❛ I have no regrets. None. And I want you to know that. ❜

❛ I think I'm seeing things. In the Bible, people had visions, right? Like prophets and stuff? ❜

❛ I don't want to die! ❜

❛ The '50 s called, they want your dumbass attitude back. ❜

❛ Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the fact that you're a terrible person keep you up tonight. ❜

❛ You're not gonna talk me out of this. ❜

❛ And who knows? With you as our fearless fucking leader, we might actually make it. ❜

❛ I know that this makes me, like, this totally selfish asshole, but I don't want you to go, okay? ❜

❛ You're obviously hiding something from me, and it's making me feel crazy. ❜

❛ What did I do? When did you stop wanting me to be your best friend? ❜

❛ I'm just saying, you know, if this was a horror movie, she'd be the villain, right? ❜

❛ Not the first time I've been held hostage. ❜

❛ You see, that is what we call leverage in my line of work. Let me go, and I'll tell you everything I know. ❜

❛ You only have leverage if I am not willing to make you talk, which, in this case, means that you have no leverage at all. ❜

❛ You guys are just as fucked-up as I am. You're just better at lying to yourselves. You're not healthy. You're not stable. You're living on the brink, just like me. ❜

❛ Every single cell in your body wants to blow things up and see what happens. That's who you are. ❜

❛ You know what? I really thought that we had something. Okay? And I thought this was… ❜

❛ I hate to break it to you, but we were just fucking. And your whole high school crush on me was really cute, but now it's just pathetic. ❜

❛ If this is an anniversary present, you are three months and my entire personality off. ❜

❛ Relationships are bullshit anyway. Trust me. Whatever you did, she'll get over it. ❜

❛ I'm pretty much the best friend you have right now. And that's not much of a competition, is it? ❜

❛ If I'm being honest, not a single one of those things felt...real. ❜

❛ I'm the reason she went. And I'm the reason she got hurt. ❜

❛ It's like if someone made me feel "it" ... it wasn't gonna be good for anybody, you know? ❜

❛ There is no "safe" anymore. ❜

❛ I wish I'd never fucking met you. ❜

❛ You don't understand. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you... Please. I am begging you. Please. Please, just go. ❜

❛ Hey. Look, nothing has happened yet. We can still fix this. Just need you to put down the knife. And we can talk this through. ❜

❛ We'll drink rotten berries and celebrate our impending death. ❜

❛ You were never supposed to get involved in this. It just... It got out of control. ❜

❛ What do you mean, you killed someone? Like you murdered someone? ❜

❛ I can't believe you thought I was going to book club this whole time. ❜

❛ When did we become these people who lie and cheat and do awful things and just stay together because…'cause why? ❜

❛ We've always been these people. Secrets have always been a part of us. ❜

❛ You could've talked to me about that, you know. For a long time, I thought maybe you might, but… ❜

❛ Friendship doesn't matter. Love doesn't matter. They're just things that we use to pretend we aren't gonna end up like dead cabin guy; like rotted-out husks in some bullshit attic. ❜

❛ Don't you understand? You don't matter anymore. ❜

❛ That's enough of your weird fucking bullshit. Haven't you done enough? ❜

❛ 12% of all killers are caught buying cleaning supplies. Also, regular bleach leaves behind hemoglobin for the luminol tests. ❜

❛ I think what you mean to say is, "Hi, [name]. It's so great to see you after all this time. Thanks for swinging by and helping us cover up a murder." ❜

❛ You know, gardening, PTA, dismembering my lover's corpse. ❜

❛ I saw something. After...it happened. I don't think I was dead. But I wasn't really alive, either. I think I was, like...In-between. ❜

❛ I know what I saw. I don't know what it meant. But I know I saw something. Something was out there with us. ❜

❛ We just howl at the moon now and have fucking orgies? ❜

❛ You're so obsessed with yourself, I'm surprised you're aware other people even exist. ❜

❛ I'm not jealous of you. I feel sorry for you. Because you're weak. And I think that deep down, you know it. ❜

❛ I'd say it was soul-crushing, if I remembered what it felt like to have one. ❜

❛ So glad you're joining us. We've been waiting for you. ❜

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daandyli0n · 6 months

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don't mind me, just. writing a mini thing related to thoughts about William and Cassidy, and how those two know each other in Golden No Longer.

specifically, William and the names he knows Cassidy by.

(warnings: mentioned child murder and death, swearing, some mild mentions of homophobia, transphobia, and misgendering*, references to bullying, some graphic descriptions of violence and death)

*important to note: while Cassidy is nonbinary, and generally doesn't like feminine terms used for them (ex. Daughter, Girl, Ma'am, Miss, etc.), there are a few exceptions: Sister, Niece, and Aunt. so Afton is not misgendering them in the parts where he's referring to Cass as "Mike's Sister."

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Over the years, William has come to know Cassidy by many names and titles. Some more positive, and others...not.

He came know them by several names rather quickly after meeting them:

Cassidy Jane Schmidt. "Cass." Adrian's Babysitter. Charlie's Friend.

The first two, rather obvious. It was their name, and the nickname most people called them by. Simple enough. And, of course, they were Adrian, his youngest son's, babysitter. A rather good one at that. Even if they did swear around him and Elizabeth too much for his liking. And okay, maybe calling them Charlie's "friend" was a bit of an understatement, but it's not like being open about it was exactly...without consequence in a town like this. Not that most kids their age hadn't caught on. He honestly wishes that Charlie could catch a break, that those children would mind their business for once. And Cassidy...they didn't even try to be mean about it most of the time; just asking employees to call them "Kid" or "Kiddo" instead of "Little Miss." Some got the memo, others didn't.

Don't get him wrong, he never had a problem with Cassidy. Sure, they were hard-headed, quick to anger, and, as he would put it, a sarcastic little shit, but they were a good kid at heart. A sweetheart, if you will.

But...well, to put it one way, after June 26th, 1982, he had two new names for them:

"The One I Wasn't Supposed To Kill," and Mike's Sister.

Mike had gotten lucky that night. It was supposed to be him. But, of course, William doesn't know what he expected. Cassidy was generally about five seconds from punching bullies in the face. From what Henry told him the night he killed Charlie Charlie died, Cassidy was in shambles, almost getting into a fight with the bullies that locked Charlie out to begin with. William himself heard Cassidy say they would "kill the bastard who killed Charles" (he always found their nickname for her rather sweet). He doesn't know what he really expected, honestly.

Of course they would protect their baby brother. Of course, after all of their friends had been ripped from them, they wouldn't willingly let the same fate befall their brother.

He still remembers them hugging their brother, telling him that they loved him, and that they'd be home soon (they wouldn't. they would never go home. they'd never see their brother again, at least not while they were still alive). He remembers the betrayal on their face. How hard they tried fighting back before he dragged them to the backroom. He remembers them swearing that they'd come back to haunt him, to kill him.

(oh, how he'd laughed back then, because ghosts aren't real, are they? of course not. it was just something Cassidy was saying to give themself some vague semblance of control in their final moments, or just a way to make sure William would live with that guilt the rest of his days. but no, they couldn't literally haunt him, surely. oh what a fool he was. what a fool he'd been.)

He remembers their screams of agony as the springlocks inside of Fredbear activated, how their blood slowly leaked out of the bear, how the suit writhed and twitched as Cassidy's body spasmed. How the bear finally stilled as Cassidy's life slipped away.

He remembers cleaning things up to the best of his ability. This was back before Henry had made the Nightguards mandatory, and nobody would be showing up until the morning. To him, he'd have all the time in the world to clean up. He remembers driving Cassidy's lifeless body out of the diner (he couldn't keep them in the suit this time. unlike Freddy's, the suits at the diner would be checked regularly. he couldn't have that), slightly out of town, before stopping near a secluded lake. For over 40 years, that would be Cassidy's final resting place.

(and as William leaves Fredbear's the next morning, after the interviews and all the questionings, he can almost swear that he feels eyes on him as he leaves. the eyes burn into him.

he's also not going to think about how, after Mrs. Schmidt brought the plushie that Cassidy had made for Adrian, that the boy had named it "Cass." he's not going to think about how, after he and his sons went to Fredbear's with it one time, he felt a presence leave with them. he won't think about how he swears that he always sees a shape, just out on the edges of his peripheral vision. he won't think about how Adrian constantly seems to talk to "Cass," the bear, and even pause as though he's being talked to before responding. he won't think about the fact that the bear always seemed to be watching, thinking. and he certainly won't think about the time he went to check up on his son, only to see Cassidy sitting across from him as casually as ever, covered in blood. he also won't think about how, upon his son asking his former babysitter what had happened to them, they slowly turned to stare up at him, eyes unblinking. Adrian might not have noticed it, but William certainly did.

and as he attempts to drill it into his son's head that Cassidy was nothing more than a coping mechanism, a figment of his imagination, he isn't entirely sure who he's trying to convince anymore: his son or himself.

because it can't be them, it can't it can't it can't they're dead he killed them he knows they're dead it can't be them so why are they there-)

It is in the new era of Freddy Fazbear's that William gets yet another name for Cassidy:

"A Thorn In My Side."

So maybe William had decided to kill again. He doesn't know what happened, if Charlie's murder had unlocked something in his mind or if his mind had simply broken from grief. He doesn't even know if he particularly cares anymore. All he knows is that one night in November of 1987, he decided to do it again. He didn't even have to pick the kids out this time: they just came to him. A group of three teenagers and two younger siblings, coming to figure out if the rumors of haunted robots and ghosts of dead children were true. They honestly made it almost too easy for him. There were even five. Just like last time.

Charlie had tried waking the others up. It seemed as though Gabriel was the only one who she was able to get up in time. She led him through the building, desperately trying to save those kids. Even in their robotic voices, they call out to each other: S-A-V-E-T-H-E-M.

They can't. The kids are already dead by the time the two of them started searching through the restaurant. Well, Charlie was ever the optimist and protector of innocents. Doesn't seem like death has changed her much in that regard. He can't even blame Gabriel for his naive hope that they could do something to help the children. The boy was only seven, after all.

No, what surprises him is when he gets done disarming Freddy, only to turn around and come face-to-face with Fredbear.

The golden bear twitches as it stands there, its empty sockets having only two glowing white dots for pupils. He can practically feel the rage radiating off of the suit, as though whatever ghost inhabited it was hardly containing their anger and desire to tear him to shreds.

He's not stupid. He knows it's Cassidy. And, rather unfortunately for him, it seems like whatever restraints holding them back have snapped. The bear lunges at him, letting out a robotic roar, but he manages to disarm this suit as well. He hurries to delete the evidence of his crime on the cameras, rushing out of the building.

And so this process would repeat for both this location and the one in the 90's. He witnessed The Mangle bite a man in the skull, only to stare at him, as though contemplating whether he was next (it was Jeremy, one of the boys responsible for Adrian's death. it almost feels as though this is retribution. even though there was an entirely different child possessing that thing, the incident screams Cassidy. the stare he was given certainly didn't help). It felt like a warning. Whatever warning he was being given, he decided for his own sake that he would heed it. He left early that day.

(he's there as Mr. Smith finishes his shift the next night, rambling about how he'd fucked with the animatronics. he doesn't calm down any as his boss yells that he's fired, rambling on and on about how his sons were still back there, in those suits. the kids were all still back there. the old animatronics seemed to stop attacking him upon realizing who he was. he could've sworn that Foxy and Bonnie, the originals, the ones they had found the bodies in just two years prior, seemed to look closely at him, as though they recognized him. it was his Jeremy and Junior, it had to be them, who else could it be? they need help, why wasn't anyone helping them? the manager (not Frederik. it would never be Frederik again. not after Gabriel...) tries to console the man, telling him that he needs to leave, that he is truly sorry for this man's loss, but that his kids were found two years ago. Fritz snaps at him, yelling that he "doesn't understand." he leaves with foreboding words: Fazbear Entertainment has innocent blood on their hands, and he has the suspicion that someone in the company is the one with the literal blood on their hands, someone who will someday get their just desserts.)

The cycle goes as follows: William would return to Freddy's, typically as some kind of employee, and he'd try to start over again in the company. But something would always happen; the death of an employee, some familiar face would show up, what have you. And, like clockwork, he feels Those Eyes upon him again.

This time, in 1993, he had a name change: Dave Miller. It seemed that not many recognized him, at least.

But from Day Fucking One, he felt Them looking at him again. They never did anything, given he worked the dayshift, and there wasn't much they could do in broad daylight. It didn't mean that their presence didn't make things harder. Daniel Scottson, their most trusted Nightguard, suddenly was found stuffed within a suit in the back. Employees quit. Every new hire for the next two weeks spent a single night in the place and quit the next morning, their faces pale and their eyes wide, talking of the robots moving around at night. Of those new hires, only one made it through the whole week, long enough to get promoted to the dayshift.

Mike Schmidt. Cassidy's younger brother.

He had dark circles under his eyes, and anxiety medication he had to take. It had been eleven years since that fateful night. He was freshly an adult, and yet he still had that distant look in his eyes he had all those years ago when he realized his sister wasn't coming home. Despite the stressful nights, he seemed almost determined to make it through his first week. As though something were spurring him on. It is only on the morning after his fourth night that he breaks down, telling "Dave" and his other coworker, Nate, what happened (not that William didn't already know): Cassidy had been killed over a decade ago. Mike knew he wasn't meant to survive. He was supposed to die that night. But Cass took his place, and they died instead. He's blamed himself for years; if only he had said something to their mom, if only he hadn't obeyed Cass and lied about where they were, if only he had grabbed onto their hand and ran like hell, if only, if only, if only. In some ways, he feels like he's getting closure doing this job.

(As William tries to at least pretend he's comforting the poor young man, he feels Cassidy stare at him again, the rage burning into him. He can feel it in their gaze: How dare you comfort him, as though you aren't the one responsible for his suffering? How dare you pretend that you care that you destroyed his life? How dare you sit there and pretend that you didn't rip everything away from him?)

Mike returns at the end of his fifth night, tears in his eyes and looking as though a weight were lifted off of him. When asked by Nate, he simply responds with, "I think I got what I came here for. I haven't felt this light for over a decade." William checks the cameras. He sees that damn poster show up on 2B, and hears noises come out of The Office. It sounds like Mike talking to someone, but whatever responses he gets seem to glitch out the cameras, but it's clear that Mike was talking to someone.

It seems that Mike got that closure he wanted. And when the place shut down about a year later, William waited. It was 1996. William was about to get some closure of his own.

Those kids wanted to be free? He'd free them. Maybe then they'd stop causing him problems.

Of course, that's not how it went, did it? Those kids didn't just want to be free. They wanted vengeance. And Cassidy, specifically, wanted him to suffer.

Unfortunately, he found that out too late.

He mostly only knew Cassidy as a thorn in his side for years after that. They'd sit with him in the Saferoom, simply staring him down. Sometimes they'd talk to him. Even after he was freed, he only considered them an annoyance.

Of course, up until That Fire. The fire Henry set.

He did say Not To Keep The Devil Waiting, after all.

William just didn't think about who that "devil" would end up being. Not until he felt himself getting dragged down, but not into fire.

No, something that was, in his opinion, far worse awaited him.

......He doesn't know how long he's been here. If it's been days, weeks, months, years. Fuck, maybe it's been seconds, he doesn't know anymore. All he knows is that he's been living in a constant cycle for a long time now. He's been torn limb from limb, has been ripped to shreds by creatures that only exist in people's nightmares, set on fire, and has been left in agonizing pain. But then it would reset, as though nothing ever happened. Sometimes he would make it through "shifts," more stressed then he'd ever been, only for it to reset again.

He now has a new name for Cassidy, but not one he gave them himself:

"I HAVE SEEN HIM, THE ONE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KILLED."

"He's here, and always watching: The One You Shouldn't Have Killed."

"Greetings from the fire, and from The One You Should Not Have Killed!"

Sometimes, he finds himself in a dark void, only one thing visible in front of him: Fredbear, twitching into the darkness, as though in agony. He remembers that night, the night he took Cassidy's life in the most painful way possible. The night Cassidy swore vengeance. Swore to haunt him, kill him, make him suffer how they had ALL suffered.

Aside from that name, William had one more for them: Tormentor.

William wouldn't really say that he regretted what he'd done back in 1982. Not at all.

But he would say that Cassidy's murder was one of his greatest mistakes.

A mistake that he feels that he'll pay for, for a long, long time to come.

#fnaf #fnaf au #Golden No Longer au #fnaf cassidy #william afton #Dandy's writing #hoo boy a very long thing with William and Cassidy. this took me. several hours-

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 6 months

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Heart’s Choice - Chapter 9

*Warning Adult Content*

- Carlos -

The next morning, I come downstairs at six on the dot and find John Turner already up, fully dressed and ready to go.

He sits at the table, drinking coffee and munching on a protein bar while he reads the news on his phone.

When I enter the room, he looks up and frowns.

I'm still dressed in my underwear.

"Sorry. I, uh... I thought you'd make me breakfast."

I rub the side of my neck and grin cheekily.

Turner's expression doesn't change.

He gives his attention back to his phone and waves at the kitchen area.

"Help yourself to coffee and a nutrition bar. Then get dressed. And don't wander around my house in your underwear."

Pretending ignorance, I blink innocently.

"Why not? We're both guys, aren't we?"

"Exactly. I don't want... anyone... to get the wrong idea."

My face heats with indignation at the implication, first that he doesn't want anyone to think he's gay and second, especially not with me and I glance around the empty house pointedly.

"Like who? All your other guests?"

"Believe it or not, Martinez but I do have visitors from time to time, some of whom are colleagues."

Both annoyed and chagrined, I drop the pretense.

"I said you could call me Carlos."

"That's what you'd prefer?"

I nod.

"Well, I'd prefer you didn't wander around half naked, Carlos. You respect me and I'll respect you. Deal?"

I play off my embarrassment with a shrug.

"You got it, jefe."

Even so, I make a point to take my time getting a mug of coffee and choosing a crunchy nut bar from the box on the counter before retreating back upstairs to get dressed.

The whole time, I can sense Turner's eyes on me but I make a point not to look at him again.

Our first stop is the station, where I sit around like a bored kid on 'take your kid to work day' while Turner does paperwork.

"You want a coloring book or something?"

I look up from a random informational pamphlet on the hazards of date rape which I've read three times already and find Turner watching me.

"What?"

"You're fidgeting."

"Oh. Sorry."

"You want something to do, you can make a list of all the people with a connection to both you and Kyle, however tangential. And write down everything you know about Kyle's routine. Places he went, things he did. Anything could be important."

He hands me a notepad and a pen and I sigh.

"Yes, Daddy."

He squints at me.

"What did you say?"

"I said... good idea."

I take the proffered articles and get to work, ducking my head.

Only an idiot keeps harassing a dog once it growls.

The list is longer than I anticipated.

While his aunt is the only person Kyle had close dealings with, the number of people we both interacted with forms an expansive network.

At the same time I can't imagine there's much significance in the fact we belonged to the same gym.

Turner seems pleased, though and suggests we start at the top, so when he finally finishes his 'desk work,' we pay a visit to Aunt Lucille.

He parks nearer the crest of the hill than I did, maybe to diminish the risk of having his doors ripped off by runaway trucks.

As we get out and approach the antique house, he mutters instructions to me under his breath.

"Let me do the talking," he says. "You observe. Look for ghosts or whatever it is you do."

He mounts the steps to the porch and rings the bell.

I stand at his side, doing my best to play the Mulder to his Scully or vice versa.

As she did when I visited alone, Lucille takes her time answering the door.

Unlike me, though, Turner is patient and only rings the bell once.

I realize why when, after Turner identifies himself, Lucille opens the door wide enough for me to see she walks with the aid of a cane.

"Yes? What can I do for you, Detective? Have you found my nephew's killer?"

"Afraid not, ma'am," Turner says deferentially. "But that's why we're here. I know you've already been interviewed but I was hoping you'd be willing to answer some more questions about Kyle."

"If it helps, certainly. Come right in."

She backs away and holds the door open a little wider, at which point she registers my presence for the first time and frowns.

"What is he doing here?" she asks.

"Mr. Martinez has generously offered his services to assist in this case," Turner says smoothly.

"We're grateful for his expertise."

"Services? Expertise?" Lucille scoffs. "Do your vehicles require onboard mechanics these days? Remind me to vote on the next public services referendum."

Turner smiles and turns up the charm.

"Something like that. I assure you, Carlos is well-qualified and has every interest in securing justice for Kyle."

Lucille shoots me a skeptical look but seems to buy it.

Meanwhile, my heart accelerates and butterflies swarm in my gut.

It feels alarmingly good to be praised and I tamp down on the feeling angrily.

‘Turner doesn't even mean it,’ I remind myself. ‘Just shut the fuck up and play along.’

Inside, Lucille leads us into a musty-smelling living area and invites us to sit.

All the furniture looks at least a hundred and twenty years old and a coat of dust covers everything.

I sit gingerly in a spindly-legged chair that creaks as it takes my weight, while Turner settles on a wicker loveseat with enviable ease.

"Would you care for tea or coffee?" Lucille asks, even as she lowers herself into an upholstered chair across from us, clearly with no intention of rising again to get us something to drink.

"Or some sandwiches, perhaps?"

"No, thank you," Turner says, even as, with wonderfully bad timing, my stomach growls.

"No, thanks," I say and smile, though I'm almost hungry enough to eat at Chick-Fil-A.

‘Almost.’

"We won't take up much of your time, Mrs. Peters," Turner says. "We just have a few follow-up questions."

"Of course."

He launches into them, leaving me feeling about as useful and welcome as a mime.

I scan the room for any sign of Kyle but don't even get a sense of his presence.

On the other hand, spirits often anchor themselves to the familiar and as they say there's no place like home.

"Where is Kyle's room?" I ask, interrupting Turner mid-sentence.

Lucille turns rheumy blue eyes on me and scowls, deepening the lines in her face.

"Upstairs. Why?"

"I just thought..." I glance at Turner, who lifts a brow at me.

There's a challenge in it and I rise to it.

I square my shoulders, clear my throat, and adopt a more authoritative tone.

"I'd like to have a look around, if you don't mind, Mrs. Peters."

She glares at me, then waves a gnarled, ring-bejeweled hand at a steep, narrow staircase half-hidden in shadow against the far wall.

"Do as you like, young man. Just don't go stealing anything. I'll know it if you do."

Rising, I nod.

"I've no intention of stealing anything Mrs. Peters. I just want to help."

She waves again, as if dismissing the concerns of a troublesome chimney sweep and gives her attention back to Turner.

I take advantage of this and slip away upstairs.

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wench-and-jezebel · 1 year

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Howl’s Moving Castle Reaction:

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Wench’s Note: the first half of this was reacting to the original. About halfway through, we switched to the English dub. We didn’t mark it though, so… fun ‘lil guessing game :)

Second Wench's Note: Also, the book comes up quite a bit and, while I've read the book before, it was a longggg time ago. If there are any false statements... apologies. Feel free to let me know (politely)!

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Welp… Title already makes sense

Mood lady! I hate hats *sigh* I don’t have the right head shape

She just looks so grumpy

How did she not see that guard to begin with?

Oh shit blobs! Tf?

Oooo he flies

Ye this is normal… Just walking on air… As one does

No– No one– NO ONE SAW THIS??? Like… THEY WERE JUST FLYING [He probably has some kind of glamor up tbf. Or he just… Doesn't care.] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ [He's a bit of a show-off, tbh] I would be too tbf if I could just fecking fly

The fucking men just be popping up everywhere

Blobssss [Blobs]

Wait she’s the old lady right? [Ma'am, I say nada]

Le gasp

Well… damn

Bruh.

BRUH! SEE IF I WOULD HAVE WAITED TWO SECONDS!! EVERYTIMEEEEEE!!!

I feel ya, Sophie, I feellll yaaaaa

She is handling this…. Surprisingly well [Perks of magical realism, tbh; they know wizards exist, and they know abt the witch, and-] Fair!

Oh noooo!

☠️☠️☠️☠️ A 90 year old … You don’t say

Poor Sophie 🥺🥺🥺

MOOOOD SOPHIE!!! ISS ME. And my kids are the witch 😭 they made me old

Ma’am… you’re old. Maybe hiking a mountain is not a good idea [She gotta go on her trademark Studio Ghibli quest]

Le gasp! A scurrrcrow

[Did you see what he's carrying] Well damn 🥺 [Man Scarecrow brought her a cane] That’s wholesome

“Can you bring me a house…” And he left… Scarecrow: I gotchu ol lady

[He knows where to find her one… He done brought her a house] 😭😭😭

IT’S GONNA SIT ON HER

Oh, or not 🤣

Jumppppp Sophie

[Turnip-Head brought her her shawl :)] 💕💕💕 I love him [You gonna love the next anthropomorphic being more]

Ooooo I see fire 🙂

[In case this hasn't registered, btw... she just invaded a wizard's home. His very feared castle. And sat down. And stoked the fire.] ☠️☠️☠️ Fair

Calcifer! (Casifer 🤔😂)

Ooop she ded [This really is you… She fell asleep mid-conversation] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ MOOOD SOPHIEEEEE! I feel ya boo! I feel ya

Ooooo that noooseee

A child

I sat down and cracked like that ☠️☠️☠️ I feel like I’m resonating with this movie in the wrong way 😭☠️🤣 [Then the moral will resonate too] I even have a shawl like that ☠️ [That... is not the moral]

So they are afraid of him but he’s not bad [They are afraid of the Wizard Howl, yes. BUT. As I think is clear, they're not clear on who, exactly, Howl is] Ahhh! I see. Makes sense [If you saw, Markl just answered messages for both Wizards Jenkins and Pendragon]

Giant house comes creeping down the road… I’d be scurrrd too… but I’m guessing a bit thing is not to judge by appearances

Oh damn

[Pay attention to Calcifer being cute] I’m a DeMon…

The kids like… shit all I had to do was lay a pan on him

OH HE’SSSS HOWL [!!!] LE GASPPP

[Calcifer monch on eggshells :)] THE NOISEEEE 💕💕💕💕😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣 Meh oi eh

Imma eat my steak like that! If I stop responding … Hubby killed me (Kidding)

[Did I mention Sophie is just amazing? She legit just invaded a scary wizard's house... and told him it was filthy... to his face] ☠️☠️☠️🤣🤣🤣 Very true

Ooooof

Just know! Now my husband’s gonna expect me to watch anime in… not English… with him. And I full blame you 😤 [GOOD] My brain be struggling to do it all [Get good]

Ancient sorcery! The worst kind

[Calcifer get bacon :)] Me meh mi meh

[Dang, Sophie, be nice. Calcifer told you that you couldn't talk about it alksdfj] Women! They never listen 🤣

Oh shit! Ok lady strength

["A witch rages within" Poor Calcifer :(] Poor Calcifer indeed

He fly again

Grumpy

Markl’s too cute [Buddy, whatchu hiding?] Also true

Uh oh. He ain’t there to not let her get carried away

Oh SHIT IT’S THE BOYS BATHROOM

[He's so cute :)]

SCARECROW [He's called Turnip, the Turnip-Head actually. According to Sophie.]

BRUH That seems not sturdy [Ma'am, stop overthinking the magical castle] Shhhh [No]

Ahhh I seee

🥺🥺🥺 Wench this better have a happy ending ‘cause, minus the curse, it’s too happy [Hmph. I say nothing] *opens google* try me Wench [You can't multitask that much and we both know it] *tells husband to open google* TRY ME — er, US — Wench

[Literally as we speak, you're missing that Howl is a bird] Oh shit! Howl is a bird! [alkdsfjlakdf no shit]

Oh them toes

There is so much 😭😮‍💨 Sooo much happening

[You don't seem to have caught that she was young again] I– I didn’t 😭 Is she young when she sleeps? [She was young when he checked on her as she slept, yes.] Bruh the witch is a biiiiitch! What kinda curse is thatttt [I didn't say what was going on; I said it was what happened. Shush and watch]

BLOB [Blob] BLOB

“AHHHHH!!!” [You remember your prediction about Markl not paying attention when she went cleaning?] YES- OH NOOOOO [There ya go… I love this lil drama queen]

P- poor ☠️☠️☠️ poor howl [And btw… when I say drama queen… ] Buddy [...I mean DRAMA QUEEN] Budddy!!!! [Man's calling on the Spirits of Darkness because of his hair dye] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ACk

Oooop- she’s looking younger! SO CONFUSING

[Turnip-Head brought her an umbrellaaaaaaa]

BUDDDY [Did I mention “drama queen”?]

Ah the rain too

Booty ☠️ [Ma'am, mind out of the gutter] It wasn’t in the gutter. It was on the screennnn! [Bitch-]

[His room be prettyyyyy] It issss. It’s a lot though

[btw, this is the English dub for that conversation: (Sophie): "Howl, why is the Witch of the Waste trying to hunt you down?" (Howl): "She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her. Then I realied she wasn’t, so, as usual, I ran away." For information purposes]

Hmmm, the sigh

[His hair is magical] *Simultaneously* His hairrrr tho [I want it]

Ooop-

THE FUCK IS THIS DOG?!?! [I say nothingggg] Full Metal Alchemist vibessss

OH GOSH THIS WOMAN

["Thanks to him, I've become a cleaning lady" Bitch, that was either the Witch's fault or your own decision; you just kinda... announced it to Howl] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Right?!

Blobbbssss [Blobs go bye-bye] Blobs blobbed

Poor dog [*simultaneously* Poor pupper] Is struggling [SBC] He’s like halpppp

Tf [Who carries a dog like that tho 😭]

The guardsss

I’m dying. Well, actually THEY are dying. Im laughing.

That’s just not normal

[SHE SAID WENCH! SHE USED MY NAME IN VAIN!] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

That would be me tho… Im tired for them *sigh*

[Ma'am be lying to the Witch of the Wastes]

Ooooooof [Feels bad. Like... she's awful but also :(]

She is saying she is his mother? … [Yeah, that's their strategy. Well, Howl's strategy] Ackles movie vibessss [Ma'am, shush] I can’t think of the name [Devour. But also no] My brain has too many tabs open

Well damn [:(]

[Sophie is awesome] YESSS [The pupper's eyes tho alkdsjf]

She be getting younger

Ooop- Fangirl [The Witch is also pathetically adorable alksdjf]

Oooop I might understand the curse now

[Oof- That bluff went badly] ☠️☠️

Howl!

WHATS HAPPENING! [That was the King. The current plotline is that the King is demanding Howl (as Howl, as Jenkins, and as Pendragon) report for, essentially, a magical draft to fight in the war. (This is magical realism, so magic is kinda commonplace.) The first version of the King has been revealed to be Howl trying to bluff his way out of the war without breaking his oath to report when needed. This got broken because a) she knew who he was already but b) the real King walked in and was like. Hey. Good?] Yes! 🙂 thank you lool!

The dark hair’s nice tho [I knowwwwww] Noooo the witch ☠️☠️

This shit is crazyyyyyy [Welcome to Studio Ghibli] Fucking animeeeeee [I'm now making you watch Spirited Away btw]

[Parallels to their first meetinggggg] True lol

Ooooo scurrryy

They fly [Many times]

Dog said he's out too

Oooo such a scurry demon... gets summoned with the heart [OH SHIT THE MEANING TO THAT!!! I'll explain later]

The fucking witch in the back thooo… Just smiles

Ma'am, you know she's not his mom... stahp [You really were scarred by Devour, huh?] Yes

[They destroying his door :(]

[Markllllll He’s so cute]

Bruh [Poor Calcifer :(] The house just ate them. I’m ded

That’s adorable… Also, she younger! Not young, but younger

So, is emotion a factor?

Ooooop- She very young. [Yup, even when awake] She young and he's a bird… Ladyhawke vibes

🥺 [He has a nest]

[BRUH LKDSJF;LAKDSJF THAT WAS BATMAN. Like, I knew English version was Christian Bale, but that was Batman] It is loool… except bird man

Wait, Calcifer sounds familiar too [He's Mike Wazowski, I think. iirc] Le gasp!

Double le gasp! My emojis! I cannot use them!

The- The house. Has. A tongue.

[BRUH THE MEANING! Okay, I’ll explain shit later.]

So is she just.... good now? [Her deal with the demon possessing her was broken… So kinda] Ahhh

Sir! He's so happy! [I love him in this scene. He's pretty :)]

THIS! I love this scene!

Jumpscare

Well damn

But also like… If the witch that cursed Sophie is now kinda irrelevant, how does the curse get broken?

[He made her her own shop :)]

Ooop- The voice changes are giving me whiplash [It's helping you keep track of her age tho]

BUT HOW DOES THE CURSE GET BROKEN?! [Bitch, just watch… HE MADE HER A WHOLE LOCATION OKAY PAY ATTENTION TO THE SWEETNESS] I AMMM 💕💕😭😭

And young again

Kay 😍

His fucking hair length changes as much as her voice. And appearance [IT'S ALL MAGIC; JUST SHUSH]

[This be concerning buddy. It feels like giving away your possessionssss] 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢 (I found the emojis) [Did I mention that all of my faves are apparently concerningly risky with themselves] Maam your type... is concerning [Shhhh. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything] Mhhmmmn

[Howl, buddy. You won't fight in the war, but you just... fought in the war.]

Ooooop-

Tf??? Flying tadpoles [The entities in these films are awesomely weird okay? Like These Dudes (below)] Awwwwww

Sophie, why are you pedaling, ma’am

Awwww

[ALSKDJF;LSAKFDJ THE MEANING!!! Remind me to explain] Ok lol

She gonna die… She's become too likable. *Sighhhh*

Oh damn I thought they were sisters 💀 [I thought they were. I think they were in the book. It might be a nickname] They were in the other verison

[She better not have hurt Calcifer :( I forget if she did but.]

Le gasp Well DAMN! The bitch! [I think her husband was a hostage, ma'am] Aaaand? hmph

Awwwwwwwwww my heart

Bruh [Oh shit she does seem to have hurt Calcifer :(] Her whole personality changed [She lost the demon, woman, so no wonder] Yeah, but she was being so nice. What changed? I thought losing the demon made her nice [Oh, I see... Just... file it under things to discuss in endpoint if not answered] Ok lol

[Blobs] Blobs

Ooooof they are gonna have strange babies [Ma'am, he's not actually a bird]

["You're alive!" Shades of Westley/Buttercup: "If you want I could fly!"]

[She just put the cigar out on his handddd 😭] Right?!?!

Edddieeeeee vibeessssss [*simultaneously* EDDIE-CODED :( Okay, actually. Fuckkkkkkkk maybe not SPN fusion. Maybe ST fusion.] 😭😭😭😭😭😭 [I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes] Well fuck now that songs stuck in my head [adslfjaldskfj good]

Oh shit ["Looks like Howl's in trouble" My dear, when is he not?]

["I preferred him as a coward" *sigh* Don't we all? (That's Steve's "Don't be cute")] 😭😭😭 Stapppp I cantttt [*This* one has a happy ending tho]

I'm soooooooo confused with the witch lady [I’ll explain (I think)]

Oh shit [Moving castle go bye bye :(] 😭😭😭😢 Welp Encanto vibes [KLJALKDSJFLAKSFDJ HOW DARE]

This movie has fucjing unlocked umpteen fic ideas [I KNOW]

This girl is gonna get him ded [I'm saying nothing] Le Gasp! (Also gaddamnnnn this tablet)

[Calcifer et her hair to be stronggggg.] Noooo the pecs! When he was lifting the wood [What is it with fictional haircuts being so cool, f'real] I knowwwww

Oooop-

[Poor Howl :(]

Well damn [There's so much symbolism I'm gonna cry]

Like.... Maybe it's just me but I would have let her burn [asdflkjaldskfj] 🤷‍♀️

[Pupper still doing stuff]

Um. “What if I killed Howl?” They BOTH told you it would. I caught it even in a different language. Wot do you meannnn?! [Trueeee] Also gotta love how she doesn't care she killed Calcifer just that she might have killed Howl [alskdfj]

[This be Very Important btw]

He’s gotta pee lady

[Oh look it's the Supernatural season 8 finale] ☠️☠️☠️

Oooop- [He monch the star] The wheeze tho [From him or the dog ☠️] The dog ☠️☠️

["Find me in the future" Remember how the first thing he said to her was "I've been looking everywhere for you?" :)] Yeasssss

[Howl be not looking so good]

Burujhhhhh them feettttt! That was meant to be spelled bad ‘cause… damn

[These scenes were very different in the book, btw; tell you at endpoint]

That. That was easier than expected. ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[Honestly, I still feel like SPN would work better, but I could do a ST one-shot from just that other scene]

[No fuckkkkk but the SPN vibes are killing me; explain later]

Awwwww [Calcifer be so happy :)]

[Turnip saved them!] Yusssss [But he not responding :(] Nooooooo

Ahhhhh… yussssss again!

[Ma'am, it's not the heart that’s so heavy; you're sitting on him ☠️]

Well damn

“Big boy” [LAJSD;LFKJADF]

[Doggo betrayed evil witch woman :)]

The wheezing

New meaning to the phrase “Hot lips”

Awwwww

[Oh my god my head is killing me with the fic planning... I'ma be ranting later] Yesssss

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Jezebel: OH SWEET IPHONE DISCORD I MISSED YIU

Wench: Your typing Has Not Improved

Jezebel: YOU KJOWBWHAT? 🖕🏼

Wench: You prove my point (For those not aware of the editing process, btw, I do a cursory spell/punctuation check as we go most times, as much as I can do without falling behind. The above^ would be a lot more common if I didn’t. Y’all are welcome!) ANYWAY. Endpoint

Jezebel: That was adorable!!! I may just rewatch fully in English ☠️☠️☠️ And by may… I will ☠️🤣🤣 Eventually

Wench: asldkjfalkdsfj

Jezebel: But the fic possibilities are endlessssss omg

Wench: TSCH! Ma'am, that's reserved for not-endpoint-reaction!! No spoilers!

Jezebel: I knowwwww. Was just saying! But omg ok explain the bipolar witch please! Cause the amount of things that gave me whiplash in this movie… Were a many

Wench: I mean, I think her personality was just… shifting. She'd lost the demon, so she wasn't as corrupted by power, but she was still questing for Howl's heart. I do think that her proximity to power restored her a bit to her earlier self (and when she was smoking the cigar she apparently got from Suliman), which is why you noticed her being a bit more her at times when she was near Howl… but it's all within her normal character

Jezebel: Ok fair!

Wench: As for the things I was saying I'd explain now, btw... They keep foreshadowing the reveal about his heart. Like, there are blatant bits (e.g. her earlier note saying something along the lines of "You who swallowed a falling star, o' heartless man, your heart shall soon be mine.") But there were smaller things. Like the Witch being so focused on Calcifer, talking so regularly about "oh, what a pretty fire." I'm sure it was partly because the fire *was* pretty, but when you know that she was questing for Howl's heart, it's got a second layer.

Jezebel: Ooooo! I thought it was just her being old and senile ☠️

Wench: Also, the heart reveal renders other things increasingly significant too. Like the metaphors of the Witch trying to get at his heart, and it burning her when she tried... something something she tried to steal his heart and control it but it didn't work, whereas Sophie had been connecting with it from the very beginning. Or him telling Sophie that the way to get HIS RING to work and lead her home was to call out to Calcifer with her heart... Which was his heart... Connect the dots :)

Jezebel: Oooooooooh 💕💕💕🥺🥺

Wench: Also, an interesting thing... Like I said, the book is quite different. It's one of the few adaptations, actually, that changes A Bunch about the original story but I just... can't be that mad about it. Because the story isn't the same, but it's awesome anyway.

Jezebel: Ooooh? Interesting :)

Wench: Yup! And one such example is that they explicitly state what's going on with Sophie. Sophie isn't just this ordinary girl. Or, well... She is, but she isn't. She was a hatter, like in the film, and she usually talked to the hats. It's explained that she would tell them what their owners would be like as she made them. (One example is when she tells a hat that its owner would have a heart of gold and someone would fall in love with them for it)

Jezebel: That’s adorable thoooo

Wench: And whatever she said would come true. But she was also highly determined to be the Eldest Daughter. Which means she'd stay at home, tend to the business, never ever ever seek any adventure, etc. So she has this magic... and nonetheless sets about using it to have nothing happen to her ever, quite without knowing it.

Jezebel: Ack! So the exact thing she doesn’t want is exactly what happens ☠️☠️🤣🤣

Wench: Precisely! And that magic is the explanation for a lot of what goes on in the story. It's why the scarecrow comes to life, for example. And it's also the reason she's able to separate Howl/Calcifer without either dying. In the book, she asks if she can separate them and Calcifer says that he thinks he'd die if anyone else did it, but he knows she's talked life into things before so, if anyone could do it, she could. And she outright says "Have another thousand years" before pinching them apart so Calcifer will survive.

Jezebel: So the scarecrow’s not a prince in the book?

Wench: I don’t think so. The scarecrow and the prince are two separate entities, and the prince has a far more gruesome fate. I don’t fully remember enough to say more, but I’m pretty sure they’re separate. She talks them both to life, though, so in that sense, it kinda works.

Jezebel: Ooooop! Well damn! I see! Oh, and, as for endpoint… Ummmmm I have forgotten how to endpoint. Halp!

Wench: Give thoughts. Did you like it?

Jezebel: Ummm I LOVED it. It was so gooooood!

Wench: Aight… Elaborate on that :)

Jezebel: And cute and confusing sometimes but also sad and then happy. Also why was he a bird man? I think I missed that part

Wench: It was just one of his spells. It helped him fight the largely air-based battle. But it was an anthropomorphic spell, and he ran the risk of not recalling how to switch back each time he did it

Jezebel: Ohhhhh. Ummmm… Did it ever explain Sophie’s cure being broken or was it ever broken?

Wench: Ah, right, so… complicated. First off: the Witch's deal with the demon thing was basicallyyyyy that she got the power to cast curses but couldn't uncurse them. Or at least, I think that's it, and that's how I've interpreted it. So she couldn't change Sophie back. I thinkkk, in large part, Sophie was eventually talking herself into the curse. Like I said --- and as she's shown in the movie --- she's very doubtful and not-confident throughout the story… And she also had this magical power that let her control reality, within reason. So, basically, she was expecting herself to be an old woman, and thus she was. That's why she was young whenever she wasn't consciously focused on the fact that "oh, yeah, I'm old" (e.g. while she was asleep, when she'd woken up but was more focused on what was going on with Howl and his nest than what he was doing, etc). And whenever she feels more confident/less like she's not worth much, the spell wanes further. So, whenever the Markl calls her "family," whenever she's dwelling on love for Howl, etc. And then, at the end, she's still got the silver hair because technically she's still cursed (or, at least, that's how I interpret it), but she's confident in who she is/where she's going/who she's with, so she's perpetually talking herself out of the curse.

Jezebel: Ahhh! Ok that makes sense! I was like…. Have they forgotten ma’am is cursed ☠️🤣

Wench: Also, bit of fun fact, parallel, etc… Howl tells her, at the end, that her hair is like starlight. And Calcifer was a falling star who was holding custody of his heart. So Sophie at the end of the movie is the new bearer of his heart 😭

Jezebel: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Awwwwww

Wench: I love this movie alskdjflkasjfd

Jezebel: It is veryyyyy goooood

Wench: Any more to say for endpoint?

Jezebel: Honestly not that I can think of! But I did love it!! 💕💕💕💕😭😭😭

Wench: Aight... what's next on our react schedule, you think?

Jezebel: Hmmmmm 🤷🏻‍♀️ 🤣🤣

Wench: Bitch, I just sent the excel! You don’t pick one, I will. And you likely won’t like it.

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Ummmmm… DA?

Wench: Aight, folks, you heard her! ‘Til then!

#howl's moving castle #howls moving castle #hmc #hmc movie #hmc book #(but less so)#sophie hatter #howl pendragon #howl jenkins pendragon #calcifer #markl hmc #reactions #movie reactions #jezebel (pr)

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Yooooo, congrats on the new blog. It's always cool finding new writers for the fandom. Can I get a scenario or headcannons for yan Chuuya finding their s/o after they ran away with kids? Maybe she was pregnant when she escaped and now she's a working single mom. Thx!

I owe you an apology because this was the second request I received on this entire blog. 😭 I'm so sorry for how long this took! I hope you enjoy it and have a lovely day. <3 Reader is fem here.

NAKAHARA CHUUYA...!

You should have known better. Really, you should never have let your guard down- never have considered yourself to be safe, not while he was anywhere in your vicinity.

The grocery store was oddly busy that day. People rushing with their carts left and right, the shelves nearly barren. It wasn't exactly wise or enjoyable to shop with an impatient toddler in such a crowded spot, but you needed food, and today was your only free day from work.

It had been tough, to say the least. Your funds were incredibly low from the beginning, and having an extra mouth to feed wasn't helping. Not that you'd change it! No, you adored your child more than anything, and ever since you found out you were pregnant, you made it your purpose to keep them safe and sheltered, and that was working out thus far if you did say so yourself.

The two of you weren't living a life of luxury, by any means, but you were finally happy, finally free.

Well, at least that's what you were thinking when you reached the cash, and the total the cashier told you was a few thousand yen more than you anticipated.

"Ma'am?" Your head snapped towards the clerk who was looking at you expectantly, subtly eyeing the next few people in the checkout line. You could tell they were getting annoyed, and your child tugging at the hem of your shirt wasn't helping.

You exhaled shakily, "I-I'm sorry, just a moment, please," you stammered an apology, cursing silently in your head and rooting through your wallet again. It was fruitless- you didn't have enough money no matter how many times you looked.

"I'll have to put some things back, I-"

"There you are, baby. I've got this, don't worry." The hand firm on your shoulder and the heavy presence behind you were sudden, and you nearly felt your heart stop in your chest.

There was no way this was happening. You were in a different city, changed your appearance, used what money you could scrape together to make the move, your friends covering your tracks...

So why? Why was Chuuya here? Why couldn't he leave you alone, let you have a moment of peace?

It wasn't easy to get out of there, especially being heavily pregnant. Chuuya had security following you everywhere he couldn't and didn't hesitate to maim anyone who dared get too close to you. His overly protective nature only became increasingly insufferable when you told him you were with his child.

But that was why, when you finally took the plunge and were successful, you were bound and determined to make things right, both for yourself and the baby in your belly. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if they had to grow up with him as a father.

If only it was that easy, huh?

Without any sort of hesitation or response from you, he pulled his card from his wallet and made the payment. "C'mon, let's go." An arm hooked around your waist. You didn't have much of a choice but to be dragged along, holding your child's hand and were unable to answer their inquires about who this man was.

"Don't worry, I'm your dad," he said it so easily, like he'd been waiting for this moment. "I've been on a trip, that's all. We have a lot to catch up on, huh?" He ruffled their hair, grinning like nothing was wrong, as if this was normal.

"Right, babe?" The way his hand tightened on your waist told you that you were in for it when you got home.

#chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #yandere chuuya #yandere chuuya nakahara #yandere nakahara chuuya #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #fem reader #female reader #fem!reader #female!reader

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howlingday · 2 years

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tragic backstory (tm) au) after jaune's little sister leaves it's time for the vital festival, but cinder thinks she might have to change her plans with jaune arc around, the stories about the boy are... troubling, to say the least. meanwhile neo wants to kiss that nora girl, if she knew just how much fun she could have had with writing the backstory of blondie she would have put even more crazy shit in there! oh well, better late than never!

Clashing Canon!

The city of Vale begins it's daily, or rather nightly, shift as the sun sets behind the towering skyscrapers. Children run inside for supper before going to bed, resting for another day of school. Employees of various businesses make their way from work to either home, or the local bar. Said bar owners and employees open their doors to the awaiting public, ready for the ritual of drink, pay, leave to begin.

In one of these bars, a man sips at his glass as he reads the paper. Stocks rise and fall, sports team win or lose, and politicians do what they do best; lie, cheat, and steal. He chuckled at the familiarity of the ideal. Setting down his glass, he shifts his hands to drag on his cigar, puffing smoke into the paper's most interesting story.

"Royal Line Restored?"

"Could the King of Vale's Descendants Walk Among Us?"

Roman: People will believe anything these days. All it takes is one little rumor, and people think you're the king of the world. Almost enough to make you laugh, huh, Neo?

Neo: (Filing her nails)

Roman: To be honest, I don't care if the kid actually knew my sister. I didn't know she was dead until last week, and I still don't care!

Neo: (Raises her brow)

Roman: Listen, last I heard from anyone in the Torchwick family, my old man died after pissing off the wrong card shark. What happened to my sister isn't any of my business.

Neo: (Rolls her eyes)

Roman: Exactly! But if playing along with this game gets us off scott free? Who am I to say no? Speaking of, did you get what I asked?

Neo: (Reaches under her, Materializes her scroll)

Roman: (Chuckles) Talk about "out of your ass!" (Neo pouts) Now, what have we learned about Jaune Arc?

Mercury: I heard he killed a Deathstalker with his bare hands.

Emerald: I heard it was two, and a Nevermore.

Mercury: Psh, yeah, ri-

Cinder: Enough! I've had to listen to these rumors incessantly since coming to this school. You don't honestly believe these stories, do you?

Mercury: Of course not, but it's still fun to listen to. The guy's as harmless as a corgi, but everyone is hyping him up like he's a god. It's hilarious!

Cinder: If you have time to listen to rumors, then you have time to listen to our plan.

Emerald: Another change, ma'am?

Cinder: Indeed. We'll have revise our approach. We can no longer trust the blueprints we gathered from Atlas, so the robot will have to be exposed a different way. More subtle, less obvious.

Mercury: Uh huh, and this has nothing to do with the rumors?

Cinder: I'll admit, there is merit to spreading rumors and using heresay. If we can get the population to believe she's not human we can break Atlas' trust with the public.

Mercury: And this has nothing to do with the rumor Jaune Arc is an Atlas battle android designed to protect Atlas, but went rogue and now thinks he's human?

Cinder: Of course not. Rumors hold no sway over my mind.

Mercury: I think the, "Eugenics in Robotics" book says differently.

Cinder: (Hides book, Blushing) D-Don't think! Obey!

Jaune: Ugh! Finally! (Falls into his bed) They're finally gone!

Nora: Aw, and I didn't get their number.

Jaune: Another good thing about today.

Pyrrha: Jaune, if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you tell us your sisters were coming?

Jaune: Because they didn't tell me until they were already on their way. Them landing at Beacon was the first time I spoke to them in months!

Ren: When was the last time?

Jaune: Uh, probably after they already left home. They moved to start their dreams as wedding planners and dress designers.

Pyrrha: Are they any good?

Jaune: I can't speak for Vi, since I don't know anything about her wedding planning outside her binder, but Indie is pretty good. Check out this dress she made my future wedding. (Shows off his wedding dress)

Pyrrha: (Blushing) Oh my... I'm sure your bride will be very happy to wear it for her big day.

Jaune: Bride? This is my dress.

Pyrrha: What?

Jaune: Yeah, it's weird, I know, but it kind of grew on me the more I thought about it, y'know? (Gets up) I gotta go to the bathroom. (Steps in, Shuts the door)

Ren: So, what's the story now, Nora?

Nora: Hush, Ren! I'm instigating...

Ren: Investigating?

Nora: That, too! Mm... Gah! I've got nothing! I can't figure out why Jaune would wear a wedding dress!

Pyrrha: It's fine, Nora. I'm certain it could be worn beautifully, even by Jaune.

Blake: (In the ceiling) It's a bit bland for a wedding dress.

Nora: GAH! CEILING CAT! Also, hi, Blake!

Blake: He says it's his wedding dress, but is that the whole truth?

Nora: Huh?

Blake: (Drops down) The Luna Tribe was notorious for many things, including their simple, yet beautiful dresses. Perhaps Jaune is nostalgic of them, and asked his sister to recreate them.

Pyrrha: The tribe that enslaved him? But why wear something from such a dark time in his life?

Blake: Do you see that band around the waist? Only the elite of the tribe was permitted to wear this.

Ren: It's spite.

Pyrrha: It's brave!

Nora: IT'S PERFECT!

Jaune: What is? Oh, hey, Blake! When did you-? (Knock, Knock, Knock) I'll get it!

Neo: (Door opens, Waves in her disguise)

Jaune: Oh, it's you!

Neo: (Flutters her eyes)

Jaune: No, I didn't forget! I just lost track of time. (Turns to his team) I'll be back, guys. Mint wanted me to show her around. I'll meet you guys at dinner. (Steps out)

Blake: Well, this plot seems to be getting more and more interesting...

#rwby #rwby au #tragic backstory (tm) au #roman torchwick #neo politan #neopolitan #mercury black #emerald sustrai #cinder fall #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #blake belladonna

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mxpseudonym · 3 years

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Not Good Enough

Pairing: Luca Changretta x OC (or she/her pronouns reader)

Summary: Luca decides it's time to call it quits before anything dangerous happens. Of course, he hasn't quite thought through how this would go.

Length: 993

Warnings: None

A/N: I love that these are getting longer and longer 😂. This is the same OC from Get a Real Hobby and I Don't Like You, I Just Want You Here Forever.

(By the way, I didn't realize the major plot hole of where exactly does OC live? I don't know how to fix it other than just saying she lives in her own secure luxury apartment that Luca pays for and basically lives in as well cause he's always there. She'll eventually live with Luca.)

She knew when he called her by her first name that something was wrong. It had been ages since Luca had called her anything but Blossom. She almost thought he'd forgotten her name altogether.

"What? What is it?"

She walked slowly from her place at the living room entry to where he sat on her couch, elbows on his knees and hands clasped in prayer. Her heart was thumping loudly, preparing for anything.

"Maybe, maybe we shouldn't get married," Luca said.

She sighed and dropped the bags she held before sitting next to him and placing a hand on her chest.

"Jesus Christ, Luca, you can't scare me like that. And what the fuck are you talking about? Of course, we're getting married," she scoffed, smacking his arm. Under any other circumstance, he'd laugh and tease her for declaring it so clearly and proudly before him. But today was different.

"Listen. My family, we've got trouble, alright? My brothers have made a mess of things overseas. Worse than my mess with the robbery before I got here. I told you about that, didn't I?" He asked.

"Uh-huh," she nodded. Luca told her everything. She gave him a look that told him to get to the point.

"My cousins are stirring things up with the local gangs. I heard some of these kids don't care about honor. They'll take down whoever. I'm not letting that happen to you, alright? You can keep the apartment, and I'll take care of you. You don't have to worry about anything."

Luca included the promise while keeping his eyes on the leather shoes she'd helped him pick out that morning. There was a pause before she huffed, shaking her head.

"That's not good enough," she said quietly.

"What,"

"That," she stopped him, loud and firm now as she stood. "That is not good enough. It wouldn't be good enough on an average day, but it's definitely not good enough today when I just spent hours with your mother, promising her I'll be a good wife to her son and proving that I can cook. By the way, I almost divulged a secret family recipe for you, okay? Come spring, you're meeting me at St. Bernadette's, and we're getting married in that church."

Luca looked at her in some surprise. They always kidded, and he, for the most part, knew she loved him. But a tiny part of him that could be real loud sometimes, thought she'd jump at the chance not to marry him. At the very least, he thought she'd be okay postponing it. But spending the day with his mother on her own accord? Exchanging recipes? What was this side of her?

"Are you hearing me?" He asked anyway.

"Unfortunately so. I've been sitting here hearing you give up. I'm hearing you be a coward. You are a lot of things, Changretta, but chicken? That's new," she tsked, turning away from him.

She faced the other side of the room and placed a hand over her chest as discreetly as she could. She'd likely never admit it, but the pang she felt in her chest at the idea of walking out for the apartment without Luca was unbearable. How dare he make her love him and then do something like this? She heard him moving until he placed his warm hands on her shoulders.

"You are most important to me."

"And do you protect things you'll cherish from a distance?"

"If you were hurt,"

"Like now?"

There was silence until he let out a sigh. She could feel him trembling with aggravation and turned to reason with him only to find him laughing to himself.

"Why are you laughing, you sick monster?" She grimaced and moved away from Luca in case he was losing his mind before her very eyes. His husky laugh, the one she loved and reminded her of home, eased her while he rubbed his temples.

"I cannot believe I've found a woman who is so stubborn she won't let me leave her. As if it was your idea to get married in the first place."

"For fuck's sake." She rolled her eyes and moved to walk past him, only for Luca to sweep her into his arms.

"You're smart, huh?" He asked. She nodded immediately.

"I'd say so."

"Then I'm trusting you're thinking this through. I told you the problem, and you'd rather be with me instead of safe somewhere." He reminded her of what she was giving up. And still, she nodded without hesitation.

"If safe means all your hard work in getting me to stay with you goes out the window, and I lose something important to me, then I don't want it."

"Alright," Luca agreed. All he needed was her to say it.

Luca leaned down and pulled her into a kiss. He'd never stop worrying. But something told him that any person willing to go after the love of his life would have hell to pay. She was no docile thing, which was only proven when she moved away from him all too soon.

"And never say that to me again. You come home, and you tell me that you had a bad day, and we talk about it. Don't go deciding shit like that on your own," she scolded him, pressing her manicured nail into his chest. Luca grabbed her hand, pulling her into his chest with a chuckle.

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured against her cheek between kisses. He could feel her face warm from his caresses even as she told him he was too silly. She mumbled into his shirt, and he leaned back. "What was that?"

"That's not my name," she said with furrowed brows and a slight pout. He had to bite down on his knuckle not to laugh out loud. When she was this adorable, it went straight to his heart.

"You're a fucking riot, Blossom."

"Yeah, I am. And you're gonna be Mr. Blossom whether you like it or not."

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Just go with it part 2

Musical beetlejuice x reader

You have to meet juno and pretend you and bj are getting married

Nsft sorta, mentions of activity

Part 1

"Babes"

....

"Sugar"

...

"Y/n"

...?

"Y/n wake up, come on babes"

...!

"Beej?" You mumble rubbing your eyes "what's wrong?" You say in a whisper.

He doesnt respond, you turn on the lamp by your bed and check your phone clock

5:42am

You sigh, looking back at the demon, now being able to see him clearly, you freeze upon seeing that the demon was now completely purple, his hair, his beard, his tie, all deep purple.

"What's wrong?" You ask again, more fear in you voice then intended

"Okay y/n" he starts, using your name rather then a pet name was never a good sign "so you remember a few nights ago when that suit came by to see if I was lying about our relationship?"

"He's back?!" You sit up, more awake "wait... wasnt the repercussion to that not that bad? Just some extra work for you?"

Beetlejuice rubs his neck "yeah, thing about that, it's not him... my mother is here, to talk to you personally..." he trails off refusing to look at you

"Your mother...." you repeat feeling your stomach drop

"Yeah..."

"What's gonna happen if she finds us out?" You ask in a whisper

"...who knows with her" the demon spits before looking away.

The two of you remain in silence over the shit beetlejuice has gotten you into it.

Beetlejuice huffs out his nose as his focus goes back to you.

"So y/n, I mean honey~" the demon pulls you up from your bed and into a side hug "ready to meet mommy dearest?" Beetlejuice tried to smile, make light of the situation, but his hair betrayed him, remaining a deep purple, even though he tried his best to plaster a grin across his face for your sake.

You didnt know much about Beetlejuice's mother, other then she didnt exactly win mother of the year, beej only opened up about her a handful of times, long story short, you knew this was gonna be a rough experience for both of you, but mostly Beej.

Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders, pulling the same ring he gave you to fool the suit, the same tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, your heart swelled at the sight of the ring.

The ghoul drops on one knee, and gently slides the ring onto your middle finger, pausing to kiss your hand before giving you wink, under different circumstances you would die from such a cheesy romantic gesture, but now was not that time, you did appreciate beetlejuice trying to lighten the mood.

"Alright honey, you remember the drill?"

"Yes"

"That's my future wife, let's not keep the bitch waiting" he smiles linking arms with you

Future wife...

You couldnt help but give the ghoul a soft smile at the thought.

Beetlejuice takes a deep breath, smoothing his hair back, wiping the purple away in favour of his default green.

The demon grabs your hand begins to lead you to your living room, you could barely focus over the sound of your heart pounding, who could blame you, you were about to come face to face with someone Beetlejuice was afraid of.

As the two of you head down the hall , she was finally in sight, you felt your stomach drop, in your recliner sat an old woman, dressed completely in red, she had a permanent scowl across her face, her whole presence give off a bad feeling.

"Lawrence, you took your sweet time fetching your fiance" she barked causing beetlejuice to flinch

"Ya know breathers, they like their sleep-" he forces a laugh, purple slowly creeping back into his hair

"Nonsense, it's nearly 6am, that's more then a reasonable time for breathers to wake and start their pointless routines" she waves off, beetlejuice frowns and leads you to the couch, where the both of you sit.

"Its been awhile huh Ma? Like I was saying earlier, it's nice to see you again and-" beetlejuice was babbling

"Zip it" was all she said and beetlejuice clamped his mouth shut and gazed down staring at his feet. "Lawrence, I didnt come here for pointless pleasantries" her eyes meet yours "y/n l/n I dont know what Lawrence has done to you or promised you, but I can assure you he doesnt care about you, and just wants freedom, further more Lawrence, do you honestly think this breather could love you? This game of yours needs to come to an end, there is alot of paper work tied up in this farce of yours"

You were taken back by her words, she really didn't beat around the bush.

"I dont-" you start, voice trembling

"Ma, y/n loves me and I love them, see~" beetlejuice grabs your hand to show his mother the ring, she eyes the ring for a moment, then goes bad to staring daggers into her son, her scowl never faltering.

"Tacky" she huffs, a simple response like that was enough to shut her son down, beetlejuice pulled away from you, pressing his back firm against the couch, lips pressed shut and hands clamped together in his lap.

"As I was saying, Lawrence is a natural born troublemaker, and youd be smart to back out of this farce before he gains life, knocks you up with a life ruining disappointment, and vanishes from your life" she droned as she lights a cigarette, taking a deep inhale, smoke shooting out from her neck.

You swallow hard.

"I would prefer if you didnt smoke in my house, ma'am"

Juno stares at you for a moment, then shakes her head as she puts out her cigarette on your coffee table.

"Ma'am I really do trust beetlejuice, and I love him, this isnt a farce-" you began, but your words were ignored

"If you want to throw yourself into a mess, I wont stop you, I'm not here to save you, but I have to applaud his efforts on tricking someone LEGAL this time for his little game. Even though this mess of yours is going to keep him out of my way for awhile, it doesn't cover the fact that Lawrence's efforts have caused my office nothing but work. And even if this "love" was real the boy ruins everything thing he touches, cant do anything right, having him around only causes headaches, you'll see soon enough y/n," Juno's hurtful words drone on, as if her son wasnt sitting across the table from her.

"Back to the matter, even if you do choose to marry this fool, I wanted to warn you about the mess your getting yourself into, giving him life would only cause you grief, and I dont want to hear it when you get to the netherworld after a suicide his actions caused"

You grit your teeth at that last remark, you knew juno thought poorly of beetlejuice, but did she honestly thing her son was so awful that youd kill yourself over his actions, you felt like you were going to be sick.

"Lawrence, why is your hair purple?"

You glance over to beetlejuice, who infact was completely purple, the deepest purple you've ever seen him wear.

Beetlejuice bites down on his lip, his hands clenched in fists as they sat on his thighs, he was frozen.

"Bee?" You gently whisper as you slowly place a hand on his, the ghoul flinches at your touch, beetlejuice slowly takes your hand in his and gives it a light squeeze.

"Come on Ma, y/n my be dramatic, and get mad at me from time to time, but they'd never kill themselves over anything dumb I'd do, and hell we already talked it over, we dont want kids" the ghoul leans into you for support.

Juno scowls "to remind you both, I'm not here to stop you two, the only thing I'm here for is to warn this foolish breather, and double check to make sure YOU arent mucking about and blackmailing the living again, there is a lot of paper work involved in this little game of yours, and you still havent delt with the paper work of your failed marriage and death by the hands of that poor child you tricked" her eyes narrow down to beetlejuice, juno pauses, then sighs

"Lawrence just come clean, this little game of yours has gone on long enough, even if you didnt blackmail this poor soul into marrying you, do you honestly think they love you? You dont actually think this breather wants you around do you?"

"That's not true, I do-"

You werent able to finish that sentence, with a snap of juno's fingers your mouth is now cover with a strip of duct tape.

"You've honestly fooled yourself into thinking you could be loved didnt you? Pitiful, maybe this breather found you amusing now, but you dont think it's going to last do you?" Her questioning goes on, she was convinced her son was unlovable, you tug away at the duct tape but it refuses to budge, beetlejuice was too focused on his mother's words, to the point where he was starting to believe her, the purple slowly faded from him in favour of white, a color you've never seen on him.

"Lawrence you're little game is over, and you're going to clean up the mess you made, I have a decade's worth of paper work for you to fill out over this farce and every other little issue you caused, I knew from the start this was fake, no living person in their right mind would let you into their life willingly"

A decade's worth of paper work?! Was that so important that she was willing to manipulate her own son into thinking he was worthless?

"Lawrence you are such a screw up, the amount of work your little games keep giving me is coming to an end, you will never be alive, you will never be loved, let alone tolerated, and you are coming back to my office to straighten up ever little issue you have caused, if you think being invisible for a millennia is bad-" she raises her voice with each hateful word.

This duct tape wasnt going to budge, so you went with plan B, you roughly bump into the demon's side to get his attention, beetlejuice looking your way, your eyes grow wide at his expression, he was crying, black gooey tears. The two of you stare at each other what felt like an eternity, Juno's voice no longer reached him, beetlejuice snaps his fingers and the duct tape vanishes from your mouth.

You jump up from you position on the couch "I'm sorry ma'am but bee- Lawrence isnt worthless, and yes, he can be an ass, and insensitive at times, but I love him and I really do want to marry him! And whatever stupid paper work that is tied up in this, can just fuck off..." your voice tweaks as the ghoulish women sitting across from you stands up, eyes dead set on you.

You werent great with confrontation, and beej knew this, but here you were talking back to his mother, you his tiny sweet breather talking back to a literal monster. The white from Beetlejuice's hair quickly left in replacement to pink 'I really do want to marry him!' Those words from your lips could have made his heart start beating , tho that was shortly lived when he saw this mother stand, purple took hold of his form once again.

He couldnt let you fight his mistakes alone, though he found it hot that you could be his knight in shining armor.

No, beetlejuice is quick to jump up and link his arm with yours "see ma, this little breather stole my heart, and hell, we've been planning our little wedding for months" beetlejuice snaps his fingers and in a flash his and yours clothes change. Beetlejuice wore a red tux made with crushed velvet, with a lacy front, his whole outfit screamed tacky, but that was him. Looking down at your self, you stifle a laugh, here you were, 6:30am, dressed in a red puffy lacing monster of a dress, in all honesty this wouldnt be your first choice, but now was not that time. Beetlejuice pulls you close, you could swear he could hear how hard your heart was pounding, could you blame yourself? He looked so handsome all dressed up, even if this was fake.

"My, my Lawrence, doesnt that dress look familiar, isnt that the dress you forced that poor child to wear the last time you played this game?" his mother sneers

"Its called a call back, and y/n loves it" he sneers back you nodded in agreement, beetlejuice continues "we're still working on a venue, trying to find a band, believe me, planning a wedding is exhausting, and oh! dont be surprised if your invite gets lost in the mail ma" the demon gives a shit eating grin, you smile seeing beetlejuice has gained SOME confidence back.

"I have no interest in attending your little wedding Lawrence" she spat "it's clear you're not going to budge, and still refusing to take responsibility for your actions, you always were a slacker, and if that's the case, once you die again you will be returning to my office to deal with the mess you made" her focus turns to you "or I could end this little charade by killing your ticket to life"

Your heart stops at her words, she was a demon, Beetlejuice's grip tightens on you, the silence must have been hurting him as much as it did you.

"But I wont, itd be too much a hassle ending a life before it's time"

You sigh in relief, and beetlejuice loosens his grip.

"This will end poorly for the two of you, and I dont want to hear it" juno walks past the two of you, and with a gesture of her hand the livingroom wall opens up to reveal an office full of the dead.

"Lawrence before you join the living I need to deal with one last errand, so I will see you later, and you" Juno's boney finger points to you "you have no idea what you've signed up for" and with that she was gone, the wall closes up as if nothing happened, the two of you collapse on the floor

"Shes gone" you sigh, you've never been more scared in you entire life then you were talking to Juno

"So you like your future mother in law?" Beej jabs you side

"Oh yeah, a delight" you snort, "how long do you think we have before she notices we havent gotten married?" You tone shifts to a more serious note

"No clue, guess you'll actually need to marry me now" he pulls you into a side hug

"What?" You stammer, beetlejuice laughs at your response

"HA! Just pulling your chain there doll, theres no way in hell she's coming back to check, if I know that Bitch shes going to file away those papers for me, there's no way she'll let them just sit there for who knows how long, and this time next week she'll be harping about something else" beetlejuice stands up and pulls you up with him as he sees you struggling to move in that dress, as you raise to your feet you mumble a thanks.

"You know beej, you really do clean up good, I mean, you look very handsome all dressed up" you smile, now that that two of you were safe, you felt it was the right time to say it.

The purple in the ghoul's hair quickly vanishes at your kind words and is replaced with pink.

"Well you know doll, the tux suits me, but it looks even better on the floor, you'll see on our honeymoon~"

"Is that so?"

"Dont believe me? I'll show ya right now baby~" the ghoul pulls you close pressing his chest against yours, as fun as this little exchange was it came to a halt when you yawned.

"What a way to start a weekend, early and terrified, I think I'm gonna get a few more hours of sleep" you grumbled rubbing your eye "you mind helping me out of this dress?" Beetlejuice goes wide eyed at your question, in a flash his hands were groping for the zipper on your back.

"Naughty minx" he purrs before you swat his hands away

"I ment with magic" you breath out, you may be tired, but your genitals were now wide awake.

Beetlejuice grumbles as he snaps his fingers bringing you back into your pajamas and him in his suit.

"Thank you, I guess this wouldnt be good night, see you in a bit" you shrug as you head to your bedroom to get a few more hours of sleep, you glance back at beetlejuice, who was purple once again, you frown

"Beej do you want to sleep with me? I mean you dont need to sleep, I just thought maybe, you wouldnt want to be alone right now?" After seeing his mother maybe he could use some comfort.

There was a long silence as the demon only stares back at you, you panic

"I'm sorry, that was stupid, I'll just, uh, see you in-" you babble as you spin in your heels eager to get away from this embarrassing situation. Before you could hide away in your bedroom you feel the dicey grip if the demon's hand on your shoulder, and in a deep gravely voice he purrs

"Isn't it normal for a husband and wife to sleep together?~"

you honestly felt a shiver run up your spine.

The ghoul, now only in a pair of boxers has now cuddled up to you his legs intertwined with yours, his arms wrapped around your waist, hand rubbing up and down your back, and head nuzzled into your chest, the demon now pink, purred feeling your hands scratching his scalp, his mother was wrong, you did love him, truly and unconditionally, maybe not now, but soon, he will marry you.

Bonus

It's been days since you met his mother, and it seems like beetlejuice has been back to stop caring about it, but sometimes you see him just staring off into space.

The ghoul had only one thing on his mind, replaying the memory over and over, of you shouting "I REALLY DO WANT TO MARRY HIM!"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

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peachbear88 · 3 years

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Lights

A/N: Inspired by "Lights" by Elijah Woods. Highschool AU :)

Y/BF/N = Your best friend's name

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"Y/N, we got an order for 2 original burgers and small fries." Wanda, your coworker calls. You grunt, flipping the beef patties on the grill swiftly before dishing them out onto buns with lettuce, tomato and cheese on them. You proceed to whirl around, lifting the fry cage up and out of the deep fryer, dumping them in a fry carton. Leaning through the small window between the kitchen and the restaurant front, you slide the meal through, winking at Wanda, who picks the meal up, blushing.

"Y/L/N! You better not be flirting back there!" Your best friend roars, leaving your face burning along with Wanda who's giggling.

"Shut up!" You shout back, attempting to hide the blush creeping up your neck.

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After a long, gruelling 5 hours of your minimum wage, part time job, the three of you drag yourself out of the fast-food restaurant and into your beat up pickup truck, piling into it.

"Alright, Y/BF/N, we're dropping you off first, then I'll drop you off Wanda." You explain, starting the engine as Wanda gives you a quick peck on the cheek. Y/BF/N wolf-whistles and you glare, pressing a quick possessive kiss to Wanda's lips before pulling out of the restaurant's parking lot.

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"Alright babe, this is your stop." You exclaim, putting your truck in park. Wanda looks at you longingly, clutching your hand tightly. You sigh, running your hand through her hair gently. "How about I walk you to the door?" She instantly perks up, her large green eyes staring back at you. You smile and the two of you exit the truck, her backpack slung over your shoulder. She clings to you, making the two of you take your time to cross the street. When you finally arrive, Wanda pulls you around, a pout on her face. You caress her defined features, pulling her chin up a little to give her a small kiss. She whines when you pull away but you take a deep breath, steeling your nerves and knock on the door. It swings open to reveal the scowling face of Ireyna, Wanda's mother. She never liked you. The moment you started dating Wanda, she raised her defenses. Quickly ushering Wanda into the house, she snatches the backpack viciously from your outstretched hand.

"You need to stay away from my daughter. She's an angel and you, you vermin are not a saint. She could do so much better then the likes of you and yet for some unknown reason, she chooses you. I'm warning you, stay awa-." She's interrupted as Wanda tugs on her arm gently.

"Mama!" She gives her mother a sharp glance and Ireyna backs down, shooting you one last glare before slamming the door in your face. You sigh, running your hands through your hair before trudging back to your pickup truck.

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You arrive at your dingy apartment, flopping onto the couch before yanking out your phone. Messages from Wanda flood in and you smile to yourself. Your girlfriend of 6 years kept profusely apologizing for her mother's behaviour but your brushed it off, reassuring her everything was fine. After a good hour of texting her, you scrolled through your contacts, stopping at your best friend's name.

"What do you want?"

"I need your help tomorrow.

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"Seriously?" Your friend stared at the jewellry before eyeing you unbelievingly. "Your broke ass wants to buy her a ring?" You smack them before returning your attention to the multiple glass cases.

"What do you think about this one?" You ask. They peer over your shoulder at the silver band in your hand. It's thin, with small green gemstones embedded in it. "It's perfect. It'll bring out her eyes." You decide, not bothering to wait for your friend's opinion. They roll their eyes, following you to the register.

"So you're seriously going to propose? Tell me the real reason why." They pester you as you pull your wallet out, handing the ring to the man behind the cashier. "It's because of her mom isn't it." You freeze.

"Okay, I won't deny, I do want to impress her mom but it's been 6 years. I want to give her what she deserves." You explain as the man extends his hand for the payment.

"That'll be $1,800." You choke, whirling back around to him. Quickly, you scan through your wallet, finding only a few $20 bills. "Loan me?" You plead your best friend but they empty their pockets to show they have nothing.

"Y/N. We work minimum wage and we're practically broke. We can't afford it." Y/BF/N explains and you sigh.

"Sorry for the inconvenience sir. Guess we can't afford it." You bid goodbye to the man, who gives you a small smile as the two of you exit the store. An idea forms in your head and you turn to your friend. "Hold on. What if I get Wanda to move in with me and I work extra to get the ring?" Your friend opens their mouth to oppose but you don't let them finish, running at top speed towards your truck, dialling Wanda's number.

"Y/N?" Wanda's voice comes through the line, slightly tired.

"Want to move in with me?"

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Wanda's smile is huge as she walks into your apartment, bag slung over her shoulder. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Thank you for doing this. I know you're risking a lot." You whisper and she runs her fingers through your hair, calming you.

"I will do anything for you lyubov'." She reassures before making her way through the unit, exploring. "So where's the bedroom?" You chuckle sheepishly, rubbing your neck.

"About that... I don't have a bed." She whirls around, looking at you with concerned eyes.

"So where have you been sleeping?"

"Air mattress in the living room." You sigh, dropping your head into your hands. "Maybe your mom was right. I'm not good enough for you." You feel a pair of warm hands pull your own down from your face.

"Don't say that. We'll work through anything and everything together. One step at a time." She murmurs and you sigh, kissing her forehead.

"You're amazing."

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You were sitting on the couch, phone in hand as you scroll through your social media. A light snore came from beside you and you look down at the air mattress to see Wanda, book laying on her chest, her head lolled to the side, asleep. You smile, slowly lowering yourself onto the mattress, removing the book from her grasp and wrapping your arms around her.

"I love you."

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"Thank you so much for watching after my kids." You give her a small, tired smile. You'd recently taken up a babysitting gig to help achieve your goal of buying the ring.

"It's no problem ma'am. Just doing my job." She smiles at you before slapping a hundred bill in your hand. You stare at it before making futile attempts to shove it back into her hand.

"No! Keep it. You have no idea how much of a lifesaver you are." You thank her profusely before rushing out the house and zipping towards the ring shop. You were greeted by the friendly man from before who had kept the ring on hold for you. Finally. Finally you could show Wanda exactly how much she meant to you. You thanked the man, hopping into your truck and zooming back to the apartment complex, your speedometer never dipping below 50mph. Honestly, it was a miracle you weren't arrested.

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"I'm home Wanda!" You cried excitedly but were met with silence. A dark figure sat on the couch. You approached her slowly and cautiously. "Wanda?" A small sob escapes from her. You surge forwards, wrapping your arms around her small body. "What's wrong? Babe, look at me." She glares at you and shoves her phone towards you.

"Are you cheating on me?" You stare blankly at her, before looking at the photo. A photo of you outside the babysitting woman's house.

"You followed me?" You ask, your heart cracking at the distrust of your girlfriend.

"With good reason! You're never around anymore! You're always off doing something else and you won't tell me what." She yells, standing up while tears pour down her face. "I guess my mom really was right. You aren't to be trusted." She grabs her pre-packed bag, brushing past you.

"Wanda wait! Please! I'm not cheating on you. There's a reason why I'm not around anymore." You explain desperately and she stops.

"Why?" You sigh inwardly.

"I can't tell you. It'd ruin the surprise." Wanda snorts, opening the front door.

"I hope it was worth losing me then." She slams the door and you flinch, hitting your forehead.

"Stupid, stupid stupid."

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You knock tentatively on the door of Wanda's house, praying that she would answer. Unluckily, her mother answers, glaring at you.

"Hi Mrs. Maximoff, is Wanda home?" She glares at you, slapping you. Your hand flies up to your face where she slapped you.

"No. I'm done with this. You've hurt my daughter once, I'll be damned if I let you do it again. If I ever so much as see you, I'll rip your arms off and shove them up your ass!" She yells. You hold your ground, proffering the bouquet of roses to her, ring box and letter hidden deep inside of it.

"Okay. Just please, I'm begging you, give her this and I'll never bother you or your family again." You plead. Her menacing demeanor falters as she grabs the flowers. "Thank you." With that final note, you stalk back out into the rain, letting it consume you.

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"Wanda honey? This came for you." Ireyna places the bouquet gently on Wanda's bed before closing the door behind her. Tentatively, Wanda prowls through the bouquet, pulling the letter and the ring box out. She pries the letter open, reading your words.

Wanda,

I know you probably hate me and never want to see me again but I feel that I must clarify what happened. That woman was offering me a job. A babysitting job to be exact. The reason I was taking extra jobs and not spending as much time with you was because I wanted to purchase something. Something for you. To show exactly how much you mean to me. I don't expect you to forgive me because I now know how much I hurt you. I was so blinded by the idea of an object that I neglected the real thing in front of me. I want you to have this as a token of my love.

The girl from your local fast food restaurant,

Y/N

She opens the black ring box, tears threatening to spill from her emerald green eyes. Inside, the silver band, embedded with green gemstones sits peacefully. The tears fall as she slips it onto her finger, almost subconsciously knowing that she will never see you again.

"I love you too."

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Oof. Angst. Yikes. I told you @peabrain112. I told you.

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cinnamonrusts · 3 years

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together, we can make it out alive - 1

[a/n: originally posted on my Ao3 and I decided to revamp my series some with my updated writing techniques. Hope you enjoy.]

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*BEEPBEEP BEEPBEEP*

The electronic chimes from your alarm clock blared loudly in your ear. Groans escaped your dry throat as the clock stirred you from your slumber, "Not yet--," your hand fished for the large snooze button on the top of the clock. Five more minutes, that is all you would need. Well, five minutes came and once again the alarm beeped in your ear. Your eyelids slowly lifted as you read the blurry red digits that stared in your face. "3:45 PM", it read. "Shit..." you cursed as you knew that you needed to get up and get around for your nightshift turn.

Your legs swung around the edge of your bed as you stretched with a loud yawn. Daylight peaked in through your blinds and shined directly into your eyes, "I really need some black out curtains," you mumbled to yourself as you made a mental note. This was just your daily routine now. You slept in the morning after getting off work from the Raccoon City Police Department and woke up around 3:00 PM. Ate, exercised, showered, and relaxed all before you pushed pencils on the clock at your desk.

Don't get it wrong. It was a job and you were thankful, but your duties weren't exactly what you expected them to be after the headache that was the police academy. You didn't hate your job, you just didn't -- like it. Also, you really fucking hated Raccoon City. It was not the same place that you remembered as a kid, not to mention all the weird things that had been going on lately. You just really wanted out of there. Maybe go to a warmer city... like Los Angeles or something.

You pushed yourself to a stand and turned around on the balls of your feet to head to the bathroom. When you reached the shower, you turned on the faucet and ran your fingers under the warm water. Just as it reached the perfect temperature, your phone rang. You ignored it and waited for the voicemail to pick up. But it just rang again.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" you yelled at the telephone as you stomped through your apartment to the device on the wall. "Hello?" you answered.

A familiar, yet unwelcomed voice barked from the other end of the line. "[L/N]! Where the hell are you?!" It was Lt. Branagh. "Home. My shift doesn't start until 10." your eyes rolled as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Get your ass over to the station! We've had reports all day of violent attacks all over the damn city!" He couldn't be serious -- it was 6 hours now until your shift! "I don't come in until--," Branagh cut you off, "I expect to see you soon, [L/N]." the call ended.

You kicked the open moving box that sat in front of you in anger. It flipped onto its side and the contents spilled out onto the floor. It was a bunch of papers that you failed to file away and as you picked them up, you noted a familiar picture on top of the mess. The photo displayed two very recognizable faces that had smiles displayed happily.

You and Leon S. Kennedy.

He was your partner in crime during the police academy. Leon was the only one who didn't see you being a woman as a weakness. The two of you hit it off immediately after he introduced himself and complimented your skills.

On top of your heads were colorful party hats that seemed to be a bit too small. Both of your arms were slinked around his shoulders as you pulled him in for a close hug. His right hand was rested on your waist and the left held up a large mug of beer that was about to spill out onto the floor. Your thumb caressed the image of his handsome face and a smirk spread across your lips. You flipped the picture over and in faded pen was your handwriting: "Graduation Celebration! JULY '98"

Leon crossed your mind often. The two of you lost contact with one another after something happened between the two of you. It was as if that party happened yesterday -- the night that he kissed you. Your eyes closed and you could picture Leon's face perfectly - the way that his lips puckered and the way that they felt.

The two of you stood outside of the bar on that warm summer night. Leon was leaned against his shitty blue car that was wrapped in faded paint and rust. You stood in front of him with your arms crossed and your eyes focused on the clear sky that hovered above. Then the sensation of fingers over your skin drew your attention from the sky, to the man. Your gazes locked and his lids were half shut but a smile was on his lips. "Leon, you're drunk, aren't you?" you chuckled. His fingers wrapped around your bicep, "Maybe," he cooed as he brought you close to him. You could feel and smell his breath, it was warm and stunk heavy of booze.

With his free hand, he moved it to your cheek and tickled it lightly with his knuckle. Your [E/C] eyes stared deep into his moonstone ones, Leon's pupils dilated before they closed. His lips met yours. They were smooth but a bit chapped - he must be an avid user of Chapstick, you thought. The kiss was quick but meaningful. When he pulled away, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for another. When the two of you broke apart, you noted the way those moonstone pools in his head looked at you -- you could get lost in them -- forever.

The fond memories brought warmth to your heart that you lost the track of time. Pounds from beneath you interrupted your reminiscence. Your neighbor below screamed through the floorboards. "Hey, you fucking idiot! Stop using all the hot water! You're not the only one who fucking lives here!" he continued to pound and yell. "Shut up, you fuck!" you screamed back as you scrambled to your feet. Your clothing was stripped from your body as you dashed to the shower, and jumped directly into the lukewarm stream.

You knew that Branagh was most likely boiled over in anger because of how late you were already. Once you finished your shower, you pulled on your police uniform, styled your hair into a neat bun, grabbed a bagel, and ran out the door. Your car was parked pretty far down the road and rain began to fall from the sky. What a perfect start to the day. You shoved the bagel into your mouth and dashed for your car. The key slipped in your hands as you fiddled with them to get the door unlocked. Just as you grabbed the correct one, they fell onto the ground and so did your bagel.

"I've already had enough of today," you cursed and sighed to yourself as you bent over to pick them up. When you stood back up, a woman came from nowhere and threw herself onto you. She cried in panic and spoke incoherently. You noted the large wound on her shoulder and blood was seeped heavily into her shirt. "P-Please! Help me!" she grabbed onto your shirt with blood stained hands. "Ma'am!" you yelled and pushed her off of you for your own safety. She stumbled back and fell to her knee, "Let me call an ambulance!" you started to run to a nearby pay phone but she stopped you with a stutter that it was too late. "There's more of them!" her head turned in the direction of an alley to the left, then she took off from the ground in a haste. "Ma'am, wait!" you yelled as you watched her run away around the corner and into the city.

"Who's coming?" you whispered. With curiosity, you walked toward the alley that the woman had looked down but saw no one. Maybe she was one of the crazy people that were noted to be around the city and around the Arklays... If you saw her again, you'd probably call in some backup... the crazy look in her eyes... it unsettled you. You managed to shake the image of them from your mind and focused on getting out of the rain.

As you walked back to your car, you noticed the red stains that were now stained into your uniform. Whatever. You would worry about it after you made it to work. Once you got into your car, the radio started talking about more and more unrest that had spread more and more through the streets. Your finger pressed the power off, "Enough of that." the news was just the same and you just knew that you had to deal with it first hand once you arrived at the station, it just made it worse.

In front of the parking garage for the RPD were several cars that seemed to have been in an accident. Your car couldn't go any further than where you were at, so you hopped out of the vehicle to walk the rest of the way. People dashed around the streets in a panic and it seemed as if it were the apocalypse. You tried to flag people down to stop them but they all ignored you. What the hell is going on?! When you entered the station, there was even more chaos. Officers ran around like wild and some seemed to be injured as well. You felt anxious and confused by everything that was going on. What had gone on in your brief time away?

Phones rang, people yelled, doors slammed, and everything soon overwhelmed you, you could feel yourself going into an overload. But a strong hand on your shoulder was a saving grace. "There you are, [L/N]!" it was Branagh and a brief look of relief washed across his face. "I left a stack of paperwork on your desk. Sort through it and then you're going out on patrol. Some crazy shit is going down..." he gave you a light push in the direction of your desk.

As you walked to the back of the office, you noticed the banner that was spread across the ceiling in blue and yellow.

"WELCOME LEON"

Your heart pumped in your chest and you could feel your skin begin to turn clammy. There was only one Leon that you know of that was a cop. The man that you shared a kiss with and so many more feelings... Leon -- Kennedy? Was he actually on his way here? He always told you that after the academy he would eventually come find you in the city and be your partner again. You thought that it was just a joke -- but now, it didn't seem that way. How could he come here without saying anything to you? No call? No email? Nothing?

Your eyes remained on the banner and you asked your co-worker who sat on the desk beneath it, "Hey, Rita. Who's this, Leon?" She didn't look up from her desk, "I dunno. Some new guy from out of town. Last name starts with a K or something like that. Ask Neil, I'm sure he knows." You could feel a knot in your stomach and you darted to your chair. The desk that was across from you was normally piled high with boxes of paperwork, but now it was cleared off. You leaned over the divider and snatched the piece of paper on the desk. Your eyes darted across the text:

"Leon S. Kennedy, we're putting you on a very special case for your first assignment. Your mission is to... unlock your desk! The key to your success is in the initials of our first names."

The note confirmed it. It was indeed that Leon. You plopped back into your seat and gnawed on the nail of your thumb. Your thoughts were now consumed as to how both Leon and yourself would react when he arrived. You could see it now...

He would laugh with the other officers as they shot the shit with him. He would be in the center of the group, they would slap him on the back and tell him how happy they were to have him on the force. His gaze would eventually land on you and he would excuse himself from them. Leon would smile and show off his perfect teeth. He'd saunter over and slowly shake his head, "I didn't expect to see you here, [F/N]."

You swallowed hard but your thoughts were interrupted when the sounds of glass shattered right outside of the office's door.

The chatter and hubbub in the office halted as everyone's attention turned toward the door. An officer who wasn't much older than you rushed toward the noise, he couldn't make out exactly what it was from behind the glass of the door but drew his gun in preparation. He looked back at the office filled with you and your co-workers before opening the door slowly. "Hello?" he called out. His gun was pointed out into the hallway but found that there was nothing there. Then a sound of something you had never heard before or ever would forget echoed loudly in the empty hall.

It sounded like a monster, there was no other way to explain it. It pierced through your ears and then the sounds of the officer's shrieks shook your core. A loud gurgle erupted from his throat as he was tackled by a person onto the floor. This - person, dug their teeth deeply into his throat and proceeded to rip it out. Bright, red liquid sprayed from the wound across the floor. Two male officers threw themselves onto the assailant and tried their hardest to pull him off but soon were attacked as well. Gunshots blasted off in the office which then were accompanied by more sounds of broken glass. The assailant dropped dead beside the officers on the floor and everyone exchanged glances of pure terror.

"More are out there!" yelled Branagh as he held his weight against the door to stop any more of these "people" from killing everyone his subordinates. "Pistols aren't going to keep us alive for much longer," Rita cried out. "But Irons insisted we hide everything else away, remember!?" your fellow officers shouted at each other as tension rose - fear and panic began to set in.

"I know where some are," you piped up. "I have the keycard for the weapons locker," you reached into your shirt pocket and pulled out a white, plastic card. "Perks of being the newbie, I guess. I'll go." you walked toward the back door but stopped when Branagh barked at you, "You can't go alone!" You shook your head, "I will be right back, I promise." you disregarded his arguments and with a deep breath, opened the door and took off on your mission.

The hall was dark and quiet, the electricity must had been cut out in this section of town. You swallowed hard and with your pistol in on hand with the flashlight in the other, you took quiet yet brisk strides down the long stretch of hallway. All you could hear was the sounds of your bootsteps and the groans of those things that lurked just outside of the fences that kept the building somewhat safe. You needed these guns, no matter what. Or you and your co-workers would end up just like those officers - dead. Your breathing was heavy and your heart raced which could be felt in your skull, "Easy girl," you spoke out, "Just a few doors and you'll be there."

Time was not on your side, so you took off in a sprint. The feeling of being so vulnerable next to a stretch of windows worried you as you could fall victim to whatever those things were at any time. They weren't exactly "things" they looked human and most likely were but maybe they were deranged with some sort of illness. But nonetheless, they were dangerous and deadly... Just as you feared, one of them crashed through the window. Their greedy palms reached for you over the broken glass and managed to snag you by your hair. You screamed in pain and terror as their strength pulled you in but when you pulled away, you only pulled them closer. Your pistol flew from your hands and slid across the floor, too far for you to reach.

Their bloody jaws snapped as they tried their hardest to sink their teeth into your soft flesh. You could feel their breath on your skin and you struggled but could feel your strength giving way to theirs. There was only one thing you could do and it was to grab the knife that was attached to the side of your right leg. Your fingertips were just barely able to reach the handle but with one quick lunge of your body, you grabbed hold of the weapon. The desire to survive charged your strength and you began to saw through the strands of your hair that were gripped tight in the clutches of the creature. Tears poured down the sides of your face as you sawed through the strands that were the barrier between you and certain death.

The creature was now halfway over the window and their hand still had your [h/c] hair in between their fingers, jaws still snapped at you as they begged to taste your flesh. You scrambled on all fours as you attempted to gather yourself so that you could press on. Your foot slipped on a large piece of broken glass which sent you across the floor, you then landed onto a large chunk of broken glass. The sharp piece embedded itself deep into your knee and you cried in pain as you held your leg close to your chest. The creature dug its nails into the tile floor and started to crawl toward you with dead eyes, and bloody teeth. You took several deep breaths as you prepared to yank the glass from your leg and with one last deep inhale, you yanked it out. You cried in pain but knew that you had to keep going, your muscle burned as it now was exposed to the air. You made sure to grab your pistol from the floor before you continued on.

Your sprint was now resorted to a quick limp but you managed to make it to the locker room. To your dismay, it was mostly empty besides a couple of shotguns and some ammunition. "Fuck! Fuck! This isn't enough!" you screamed as you pounded your fist against one of the lockers. Inside one of the open lockers was a weapons bag which you were able to fill with the lackluster amount of supplies. As you zipped up the bag, the metal door to the room opened and the sound drew your attention. Your pistol was ready and you limped around the corner to hide behind a row of lockers to hide from who or whatever it was. The room was dark but a flashlight flipped around the room, whoever it was, they were there to look for those guns or you. Your thumb slowly pulled the hammer back on the weapon and rounded the corner, "Stop right there!" you yelled.

It was a man and he seemed to be normal for the most part. He complied and raised his arms in the air. "Turn around!" Again, he complied and did a slow 180. Through the faint glow of his flashlight, your eyes caught a glimpse of a set of familiar moonstone pools.

"[Y/N]?!" his voice raised in shock. The entire city was faced with an apocalypse scenario or even the whole world for all you knew and the one person you run into is Leon -- Leon Kennedy.

He dropped his arms and grabbed hold of your, then pulled you into a tight hug. Leon smelled of sweat and cologne, the very cologne that you bought for him as a graduation gift. You breathed him in as it registered to you that this was real, he was really here. But you pulled away, "Leon, we have no time for chit chat. We gotta get moving, people need these guns!" you pointed to the bag that sat on the floor by your feet. As you tried to throw it over your shoulder, you winced in pain. "Here, let me get it." Leon attempted to take it from your hand but you paused before you surrendered the precious cargo, "I can trust you with this, right?" your grip was tight on the strap, "When have you ever doubted me?" he asked with a smile, "You don't want to know that..." your grip released as you responded but also pointed the fact that your leg was injured.

"Sorry to be a liability," you apologized, but Leon pulled you to his side, "Nonsense. I got this and you, just keep an eye out for zombies."

You led Leon down the hallway that you had your close brush with death in, the zombie, as Leon called it, was now gone. But when the two of you reached the door to the office, it was eerily quiet. Not a good sign. You pushed the door open to find the office void of any life, nothing but blood. Lots and lots of blood. Your heart hurt as you felt a pain in your chest, was everyone dead? The lifeless body of Rita laid on the floor with her eyes opened, her brown orbs were absent of the vibrant life she once had.

Tears welled in your eyes but as you turned to flee, you bumped into Leon's chest. A look of horror on Leon's face matched yours, "I-I left them not even an hour ago..." you cried into his shirt for a moment as he held you lightly with one arm. When you pulled away, you wiped your eyes and Leon took your hand from your face.

"I'm happy you're alive, [Y/N]," you examined your matured features and you did his. His hair grew a little longer than when you had seen him last and he examined your frazzled locks. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a door behind Leon opened and shut. A man walked out from the shadows and into the light, it was Branagh. He held onto his side and you could see he was injured with his shirt heavily stained with what was most likely his blood.

Leon pulled his pistol out and pointed it at your superior while he had a protective hand on your arm. Branagh coughed a wheezed laugh and shooed his gun out of his face. He looked over to you and smiled, "Good to see you're still breathing, [Y/N]." The Lieutenant approached your male companion and placed a bloody hand on his shoulder,

"You must be Leon Kennedy -- well, son, welcome to Raccoon City."

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writeforfandoms · 3 years

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Merry Go Round of Life 7

Find my masterlist

Here we are. Chapter 7. Stuff is happening, we’re getting to see more of plotty stuff. We’re still nowhere near the end, I have Plans still, but!

This will be Din Djarin x f!reader eventually. Don’t hold your breath folks, this one’s a slow burn. Sort of.

Warnings: Some mild violence. Some magic.

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In which there is some adventuring

“Now?” you asked, surprised. It wasn’t late, there was still sunlight out, but it wasn’t going to be light for much longer.

“Now,” Djarin confirmed, sweeping over to his work area and starting to gather things up.

A bit perplexed, you picked up the kid and shrugged at Peli. Well, if the wizard said so, it looked like you were going with him. He wouldn’t take the kid anywhere dangerous, which likely meant that, by extension, you’d be fine.

Djarin nodded when you walked back over to him, and he opened the door again and ushered you out first. You stepped down into the sand, taking a moment to adjust. It was slippery under your feet, softer than you were used to feeling. It was a very curious feeling, but not altogether unpleasant.

“I’m Cobb Vanth,” the silver-haired man said, holding out a hand to you. You took it after a moment of juggling the child to your other side, giving him your name in turn.

“Which way?” Djarin asked before you and Vanth could talk further.

“It’s not too far,” Vanth said, jerking his head and starting to walk. You kept pace with the two men, although you had the feeling they were taking pity on you and walking slower than they otherwise would. Well, that suited you fine. You could only hobble so fast.

“You say you found this crystal near your town?” Djarin asked as he walked.

“‘S right,” Vanth agreed. “There’s a deposit of ‘em. Too close to the creature, now. Can’t get close without getting trampled. Once the creature’s gone, you’re welcome to as many of ‘em as you want.”

Djarin hummed quietly at that and then fell silent. Vanth looked at you, and you shrugged and continued walking. It was a bit harder to walk in the sand than you were used to, and before long Djarin reached over and took the kid from you. You rather wished you’d grabbed your trusty walking stick before you’d left. Vanth offered you his arm, which you took with a grateful murmur.

“Not much farther,” Vanth told both of you as the sun slid towards the horizon. “We’ll be there before full dark.”

Well, that wasn’t as reassuring as he thought it was. You huffed but soldiered on, grateful for the assistance.

Finally, the village wavered on the edge of your vision, slipping in and out of sight for a while. It was quite curious, but you didn’t quite dare to ask Djarin or Vanth about the illusion effect. It also occurred to you that your eyes were possibly just acting their current age. (Another thing to wallop the Witch for.)

And then all at once you were just outside the village. Only a few people were still out and about, but you could see lights flickering in the huts.

“C’mon,” Vanth murmured to the two of you. “My place is this way. You can stay the night and start out first thing.”

Djarin started to protest but Vanth still had you firmly in his grasp, and he led you away. You heard Djarin sigh behind you and then start after you, and you smiled a little.

“It’s very kind of you to let us stay,” you murmured to Vanth.

“Oh it’s no trouble, ma’am,” he replied with a grin. “I like havin’ visitors over.” He shot you a wink, and you half-hid your chuckle behind a hand. “How’d you end up working for the wizard, anyway?”

“It’s a long story,” you deflected, waving a hand airily. “I’m sure a youngster like yourself wouldn’t be interested in anything so dull.”

"Indulge me?" Vanth asked, giving you his undivided attention.

You hesitated and then started crafting a somewhat vaguely truthful account. "I'm from Kalevala," you said, starting out speaking slowly. "I decided that I wanted to see more of the world, so I left home. I found the castle as I was walking and let myself in."

Vanth choked briefly on air as he opened the front door for you. "You let yourself in? Ma'am, you are far braver than I."

You waved off his compliment. "That's when I met the child. And, well, I have experience with my niece, you know. So I offered my services to the wizard."

"Offered?" Djarin drawled from behind you, very nearly giving you a heart attack.

You made a face at the wizard. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"Well, that's quite a story," Vanth said, looking between the two of you like he wasn't sure he'd gotten the whole story. Good instincts on this one. "Have y'all eaten? I can whip somethin' up for you."

"No, thank you," Djarin answered. He handed the kid back to you, and you cradled the little one easily.

Vanth nodded after a moment. "Make yourselves at home," he offered, waving at the space. He kicked his boots off and padded further inside.

You exchanged looks with Djarin, shrugged, and carefully toed your own shoes off. You were going to poke around (just a little), but Djarin expertly herded you to the couch.

"Let the kid sleep," was all the explanation he offered. You huffed but gave in, settling there for the moment.

Honestly, it wasn't as awkward as you would have feared. Not to mention the walk had worn you out more than you'd anticipated. By the time it was fully dark, you'd fallen asleep on the couch. You roused only briefly when Djarin encouraged you to lay down flat, the kid sprawled across your torso, and then you were out again.

Gentle nudges roused you in the morning, and you blinked your eyes open, bleary and a bit irritated.

"We're going now," Djarin murmured to you. He was crouched next to the couch, in his usual armor.

"Hmm?" You blinked at him, lifting one hand to rub crust out of your eyes.

"Vanth is showing me where the creature lives," Djarin reminded you patiently.

You grumbled something unintelligible at him. Djarin chuckled and stood.

"Go back to sleep," he told you. "I'll be back soon."

You lifted your head to watch him leave. Vanth nodded to you and shut the door after the two of them. Your head hit the pillow again and you were out.

You woke again later to little hands patting your cheeks, and you smiled without opening your eyes.

"Good morning," you murmured to the kid, who burbled happily at you. You cleared your eyes carefully and looked at the kid. "Hungry?"

The kid cooed, and you got up carefully. You weren't as sore or stiff as you thought you would be, which was nice. It didn't take long to find a little something for the kid to eat, but you both grew bored quickly.

"Shall we take a look around?" You asked the kid. He blinked up at you, and you carried him outside. You didn't plan to go far, you just wanted to look around. Stave off some boredom waiting for Djarin to return.

The village was small. You might even use quaint, if asked. It was a handful of huts and other buildings, with one general store and a few other odds and ends. Sand stretched out in all directions from the village, but you could see some greenery. Likely the crops Vanth had mentioned before.

You wandered over closer to look. In the clear light of day, the footprints you could see looked… large. Just a little worrisome.

"Well, whatever did this clearly wasn't happy," you murmured to the child, crouching down to get a better look at the crops and the footprints. "Look at the size of these! Why, I would certainly like to flee from anything with feet so large."

The kid cooed his agreement of that, looking around with big eyes. He wiggled to be put down, and you set him on his feet. He promptly stuck one of his feet in the massive footprint with a quiet noise of awe. Then he stuck his other foot in. And then jumped up and down a few times for good measure before he turned to you with a toothy grin.

"Ah, I see. You vanquished the footprint. Well done, my little friend." You chuckled. "Let's see how the remaining crops fare, hmm?"

The answer to that was not well. They looked traumatized - smaller than they should be and not at all healthy looking.

"Well, this won't do," you tutted. "Straighten up there, plants! Yes, you've had a fright, but you can do better than this! People depend on you, you know. You'd better get in shape soon."

A villager passing nearby gave you a look that was equal parts scared and wary and hurried away.

"How's that for gratitude?" You grumbled as you stood up straight. You looked down, expecting to see the child agreeing with you, and found no child. It took you a few moments to locate him, during which you had a minor heart attack. He was busy toddling away from you as fast as his little legs could carry him, heading further into the desert. "Kid?"

He made a noise somewhere between distressed and angry, and you caught up to him quickly.

"Show me," you told the kid, picking him up. There was a sense of urgency about him that you couldn't ignore.

The kid pointed off towards the desert, and you took off at a brisk walk. You could still see evidence of the creature as you walked - half-erased footprints in the sand, a few dung heaps, a tuft of dark, matted fur. You could also see occasional footprints from Djarin and Vanth. Worry started to gnaw at your insides.

The ground started to slope downwards, and rocks started to accumulate. It wasn't long before you were looking at… not quite a mountain. A hill, certainly. With a lot of mud. Sandy mud. You could feel it squishing under your shoes.

You found Vanth first, crouched down behind some boulders. He hissed at you both, waving you over.

"What are you doin'?" He demanded. "It's not safe out here! The wizard said to stay out of it and stay here!"

You set your jaw stubbornly. "I'm going to check on him," you said, shaking your head. "I'll be careful."

"At least gimme the kid," Vanth tried.

"Where I go, he goes." You stepped around the boulders and started towards the muddy depression. You could see a cave opening yawning in front of you. It took you a moment to spot the creature, but only a moment. It was well away from you, head lowered, gigantic horn aimed at the wizard. Who was sprawled inelegantly on his back on the ground, covered in mud and muck.

The kid let out a cry, and you found yourself mirroring him. The great head swung towards you and the kid, and Vanth yelled a warning. The creature snorted and then charged.

The kid raised a hand, eyes closing in concentration, and you felt the air around the two of you humming and vibrating with energy. So you focused on the kid, well aware that whatever was happening, he was doing it.

“Good, kid,” you murmured encouragingly. “You can do it. I know you can. I can feel how much strength you have - you’re quite impressive, actually.”

The creature stopped advancing towards the two of you and slowly lifted up into the air, its feet still going. It bellowed, clearly confused.

“Good, very good. Hold it there,” you instructed the kid. “You’re doing an excellent job. Just hold it a little longer.”

Djarin had jumped to his feet at all the yelling, and stood staring (so far as you could tell) at the scene until Vanth yelled something. You couldn’t quite hear, honestly, too focused on the child in your arms and the scene unfolding in front of you. But Djarin pulled a knife from… somewhere, you honestly weren’t sure where, and ran up to the creature. One quick plunge and twist of the knife, and it was over. The creature dropped to the ground. The kid slumped in your arms.

And you abruptly found yourself sitting in the mud, dizzy and euphoric and so scared, staring up at the wizard before you.

#Merry go round of Life #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #howl's moving castle au

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linsallyworld · 3 years

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Hiiii :D

for the prompts...I was thinking...12 fluffy👉🏻👈🏻

your writing is amazing and I love it :3

I hope this one can be as sweet as you 🥰

Prompt Fluffy 12: "Do we really have to babysit them? What if we throw them in the river?"

Words: 2.190

Ship: kyalin

"You agreed with WHAT?" Lin's eyes are wide and she looks on the verge of collapse while all the airbender kids come in through her apartment door. Jinora observing the atmosphere with Rohan in her arms, Ikki climbing on top of the leather sofa and Meelo already making an airball to walk all over the place.

"Tenzin and Pema went to the North Air Temple to check on the new benders with Bumi and the acolytes can't take care of the kids the whole night. I don't even think they want to." Lin tilts her head and Kya can tell what she is going to say in the next second.

"And since when do I want to take care of the kids?" Kya's smile is slightly teasing as she approaches to place a delicate kiss on the police chief's cheek.

"You knew I had nephews and nieces when you decided to date me." Lin rolls her eyes so hard she believes they can easily be trapped behind her head.

"I didn't know they were included in the package." She steps away so that Kya can enter the hall before closing the metal locks with a gesture of her hand. She no longer sees Meelo and Ikki and this is starting to panic her with all the possibilities of things they could destroy within those walls. Kya seems to know exactly what is going through her head. She leans in again and just her smell, sweet and like the sea itself seems to soothe Lin's senses.

"I promise I will reward you later." She whispers before holding the earthbender's earlobe between her teeth and pulling. Lin winces and Kya walks away with a smirk that is further than suggestive.

Something fell in the laundry room and the police chief closed her eyes.

Spirits ... It would be a long night.

"What do children eat?" Jinora gave a glorious laugh as she sat on the kitchen counter. She looked a little taller than the last time Lin saw her, she took after her father, would certainly go over 5'7 feet before she could predict.

"We eat ordinary food ... But we are vegetarian." If Lin was honest with herself, she was already becoming a vegetarian after Kya came back into her life. The waterbender didn’t eat meat as well, which meant Lin didn’t eat in front of her out of courtesy. It ended up becoming a custom and now she didn't even miss it.

She can hear laughter coming from the hall bathroom. Kya was bathing Rohan and Ikki and Meelo seemed to be having a great time.

"Are you okay with vegetable chile and baked potatoes?" Jinora nodded, brownish eyes shining in Lin's direction, which made her frown. The police chief goes to the sink to wash her hands and start making dinner when Jinora comes down from the counter.

"Can I help you?" The question seems to echo for a moment. The earthbender doesn't know if she ever cooked with Toph. Her mother was more of a mother who ordered food than cook. She smiles and nods at the girl.

"Just stay away from the knives." She warns as a wide smile crept across Jinora's face. She already had her tattoos but it didn't mean Lin would let her rip her own fingers off.

"Yes ma'am." She salutes and something particularly hot rests on Lin's chest. She doesn't want to admit that it's just affection, so she blames the heat in the kitchen.

She and Jinora work well together. She left her stuffing the potatoes while cooking the chile. The girl didn't speak much like Ikki and didn't do anything out of the ordinary like Meelo. It was a quiet company to make dinner.

She felt the vibrations of Kya's footsteps and the other children a few minutes later. The waterbender never managed to surprise her, but it's still just pleasant to feel her arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Kya's head fits perfectly in the curve of her neck and the way she's smiling at that moment ... Spirits ... What would Lin not do to see her smile like this always?

"How's it going?" Her lips are hot when they touch the police chief's shoulder with a delicate kiss.

"I'm making potatoes," Jinora announces as if it's the most incredible thing in the world. Kya raises her eyebrows at the girl and then tilts her head in Lin's direction. It's a silent question. Lin doesn't want to answer.

"What are you doing?" Meelo flew over Ikki's head and the counter, landing with a crash on the kitchen island. Lin opened and closed her mouth in surprise before looking at Kya who laughed. It was a very closed space for airbender kids.

"Do we really have to babysit them? Can't we just throw them in the river?" The healer nudged Lin's sides, shaking her head. She took Rohan from Ikki's arms and breathed in the baby's scent for a moment. He giggled and it was a sweet sound.

"This smell even makes me want to have one of my own." Lin really widens her eyes at her this time. Kya laughs and Jinora, who seemed to be paying attention to the whole interaction, wheezed.

"We are making potatoes and chile, Meelo." Jinora announced, showing the full tray proudly to Lin. The police chief nodded and then the siblings were arguing because Meelo tried to stick a finger inside the potato.

"The river is still standing." Kya nudged her waist with her free hand before going to take Meelo by the hand.

"We are going to play a game while aunt Lin and Jinora finish dinner." The police chief was about to protest about "aunt Lin" but she didn't. The kitchen was empty again, just her and Jinora, and that made her sigh with relief. No children flying over knives and hot pots.

"How can you handle your siblings?" She asks Jinora, almost rhetorically, her hands busy slicing the vegetables with one of the shiny metal knives.

"I think ... just as you handled your sister." Lin frowns at that statement, even though the girl can't see it. "I kind of have to be the responsible one ... And for what my dad told me, you had to be as well." She wasn't wrong. The police chief had solved her issues with Su, but she will always wonder what her sister would have become if Lin hadn't been the mother Toph wasn't. "It's a little bit of work, but I love my siblings." Lin turns her head so she can look at Jinora. She was growing up ... So much.

"I know the feeling." She smiles smoothly and Jinora does the same.

And a very loud laugh from Meelo breaks their little moment.

Jinora was really good at Pai Sho and won all rounds against Kya. Lin won by one point, but the girl didn't seem to care because she was shining ... Lin hadn't realized it before but Jinora seemed to really have fun around her and Kya. They played rounds of guessing as well, but the police chief was terrible at showing things with her body. It was Meelo who won, with a smashing advantage over Ikki. The earthbender really laughed at his imitation of a flying fishopotamus and she felt Kya's eyes on her when it happened. It seemed like she always had her eyes on her when she laughed.

Lin doesn't remember her living room ever being so messed up. There is a Pai Sho board on the coffee table and colored cards scattered and bowls with chile remnants. At some point Meelo rested his head on her lap while Kya told one of the stories about the northern water tribe, or perhaps about the fire nation, she no longer remembers and now he was sleeping heavily. Ikki's sleeping on the other couch, her head hanging off the pillow. Jinora is still awake, but she seems really immersed in what her aunt is saying. And Kya's holding Rohan in her arms.

It's silly and childish the way Lin's heart seems to swell to see her caressing the baby's black-haired head as she proceeds with her story. She looks quite like a mother. Lin never thought of herself as a mother. The children liked her for some reason, but she...Her experiences with motherhood weren't very promising ... She was pretty well without children. She couldn't imagine having a baby at this point in her life. But seeing Kya with a baby ... Humming, breathing in his head's scent ... Maybe they could be good mothers if they tried. The police chief would be very strict, which was obvious, it was written in the way she walked, but the waterbender could lighten up a little. Their child would have someone to play with since Rohan was still young. But it's just a silly thought. A silly thought that brings a smile to the corner of Lin's mouth.

Kya seems to feel she's being watched because she stops the story and her blue eyes turn to the earthbender. She smiles at her. Wide. The smile made Lin's heart ring in her ears.

"We should put them to bed." Kya says, nodding at Meelo and then at Ikki. Lin nods and takes the boy in her arms first, he complains and lets out a loud sigh. Kya laughs softly and it's so wonderful to hear her.

She accommodates Meelo on one of the beds in the guest bedroom, returning to pick up Ikki and give her the same destination. Jinora followed her. Kya arranged with pillows on another bed so that Rohan would not fall out while sleeping, which she found very ingenious.

Lin left Ikki on the bed, next to Meelo, but the girl opened her eyes as soon as she found her head on the pillow.

"Good night, a-aunt Lin." She wrapped her arms around the police chief's neck and placed a kiss on her cheek. Lin was stunned for a second, but she couldn't contain her smile this time and stroked the girl's hair when she walked away.

"Good night to you, too, Ikki." Kya was grinning when Lin's eyes found her again. A smile full of excitement and so childish.

"Good night, auntie Kya." Jinora hugged the waterbender quickly and then turned to Lin with hesitation for a moment as if she was considering whether to hug her or not. That's why the police chief extends her arms, a little hesitant too. Jinora hugs her gently and she smells a lot like pine, her hair is short, but it's soft and smells truly nice.

"Good night, aunt Lin." Apparently ... She would have to get used to 3 more people calling her aunt around, besides Opal.

Kya's smile was still on her mouth when they closed the bedroom door to the dark corridor of the apartment.

"What?" Lin asked and the waterbender just shrugged for a moment.

"You would be a great mother, you know." The police chief frowns and just shakes her head. She would be the mother the child would like least, that was for sure. "Don't make that face." She says, taking a step closer to take Lin's hands in hers. "I bet Mako and Bolin would agree with me." She rolls her eyes, but Kya grabs her chin so that she looks into her eyes. Hers seems to be glowing in the soft night light coming from the windows. "I think the way you treat those who are more vulnerable than you is beautiful." She puts a kiss on the corner of her mouth, it's warm and lovely. "And even if you don't agree with me." Kya's hands move up her arms until she can reach her neck where she allows her fingers to touch Lin's veins. Her mouth puts another kiss, this time closer to the lips, and the earthbender shudders. "Children love you because they can see how pure your heart is." Lin can tell her heart is a little racing now, Kya can probably feel it for the soft grip she is holding around her neck.

"Kya." It's just her name, but the waterbender leans towards the sound as if she were being massaged. She bends to run her tongue over Lin's bottom lip, gently, just expecting a kiss.

"At least you didn't kill any of them, so I think I owe you a reward." Kya chuckles and then places a tender kiss on Lin's lips before pulling her by the hand down the hall.

Before she can reach the master bedroom door, though, the police chief pushes her against one of the walls, her lips falling on hers like rose petals. Kya clings to her, her fingers, her mouth, her tongue. The same woman who was humming to a baby.

Lin kisses her as deeply as she can and the warmth spreading through her heart is incredibly different from sexual desire.

Maybe having a big family is not a bad idea after all.

It was pleasant to do her duties as a temporary mother.

And now she expected to do her duties as a wife.

#kyalin #lin beifong #kya ii #fanfic #avatar the legend of korra #tlok #jinora #ikki #meelo #rohan #fluffy

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aynanasstuff · 3 years

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Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar// Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader.

Summary: Sam and y/n are childhood friends who drift apart as life gets in the way. However, in that moment,it's like no time has passed.

(Okay quick A/N:i've mentioned y/n is desi but just to further clarify, in this scenario y/n is indian desi. since the word desi encapsulates a lot of people from a lot of countries, i just thought id mention that y/n is indian here. thanks! hope you enjoy it!)

Sam's phone call was a surprise, to say the least. The man was off saving the world, being a hero, making headlines. It didn't make sense for him to be calling you out of the blue.

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Growing up in Louisiana wasn't easy as a dark skinned desi girl. The red that some people adorned their values with bled through a lot, some of their beliefs didn't align with the red bindi your mom adorned. It was difficult finding a community, let alone one you could truly say were your friends. Sam Wilson, however, was more than eager to be a part of your colorful life. You lived right next door when you were kids and he seemed more like a blessing than a neighbor. You absolutely loved dancing and Navratri was a time where loud garba music was blasting in your house all the time. Curious little Sam couldn't help but wonder what was happening and walked up to your door, knocking on your door impatiently. You opened the door, looking at the little boy who seemed to be about your age, maybe older by a year or two. "Hey, um, what's up? I live next door, my name's Sam." "Y/n", you say as you extend your hand out to the boy, waiting for him to shake it but his eyes were stuck on you. You thought it was because something was wrong with you while he thought you were the most beautiful 8 year old in the world, in your little chaniya choli and a dainty maang teeka in your parted black bob and payals around your ankles.

"Beta,kya kar rahi hai? Bola hai na darwaza akele mummy ke bina mat kholna?!"(what are you doing,kid? Haven't I told you not to open the door without mommy?!) ,your mom yelled as she ran to the door, halting beside you. "Mummy, yeh Sam hai. He said he lives next door. Aur yeh mujhe khade khade bas ghoore ja raha hai".(this is Sam,he's standing here staring at me)

Sam, realizing he's been really impolite begins talking,instantly kicking in his southern manners, "Ma'am, I'm Sam, i live next door!" "Hi Sam, what can we do for you?", your mom asks the boy with a smile, her annoyance melting away. "Well, I heard really loud music and it's nothing like what the folks around here play, um not to say you're not a part of the neighborhood, I mean you are and I'm not here to talk badly about the music because I really like the music that's why I'm here and yeah I was wondering why you're playing the loud music, it's not that I have a problem with it or anything,like I said,"he finally finishes rambling, "I really like the music." Sam takes a huge breath in as he stops. You giggle in response and your mom smiles at him. "Well Sam, today is a very special day! We're going to be celebrating a festival called Navratri!", your mom replies, "It lasts for nine whole days! We dance a lot, we eat a lot, we pray to Goddess Durga and have a lot of fun,isn't that right,baccha?," she turns to you responding with a nod. "The music playing is called garba music, isn't it fun to listen to?" "Yes, ma'am, it is!," Sam replies excitedly.

"Sam! Where are you, boy?!" Sam perks up, realization hitting him. He was late for dinner and will now have to listen to his mom set him straight. "Well ma'am, I guess I'll leave now, my ma's calling for me, it was nice meeting y'all!" He does a little hat tip, smiling sheepishly. "Sam, come over sometime if you want! You can listen to as much garba music as you like!", your mom calls out to him. "Yeah Sam, I'll teach you how to dance!", you say, confident in your ability to make him your friend. Sam smiles, "Yes ma'am, I will! Oh and y/n, I really hope you do!" He almost has to hold in his excitement so as not to skip and give it away. That fortunate day paved the way for a beautiful, nurturing friendship. Your families became acquainted with each other and they, too, loved each other's company.

The friendship you shared with the boy with the toothy grin sooned turned into something more. You were both too scared to admit it, knowing that if it was unrequited, you'd both lose something that was far too precious to take a chance on. The day before Sam left for his first tour, the two of you spent a few choice hours in each other's presence by the dock, under the stars. "Abhi na jao chhod kar, ke dil abhi bhara nahi," you hummed under your breath as you fought tears knowing the distance would probably not sustain your friendship. It wasn't out of fear that you'd lose him, it was out of the fear that maybe losing him would be better than having to be so close and yet miles away from his heart. "What's that you're singing?", Sam asked, his warm brown eyes making you feel protected against the cold breeze over the water. You reply, with a twinkle of melancholy in your dark eyes, "Just a song."

But the both of you knew it was more than that.

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The tours, the avenging, the war, the blip ; Sam Wilson still hadn't forgotten about you. You hadn't forgotten about him either.

You both had a way of staying with each other without having to be there in your form. You lived in each other's minds and hearts and mended each other's cracks with those parts of yourselves.

This didn't mean you had actually seen each other since that night by the dock. The both of you only had a couple phone calls keeping you connected after. But time did as time does and you felt yourselves drifting away.Neither of you tried to reconnect either. Sam felt it was the right thing to do, to spare himself some heartache; so did you. Your lives were vastly different after he left for his tour and the two of you wanted to disturb the balance in your lives after.

So as you sat on the sofa in your childhood home in Louisiana as the sun shone brightly, Sam's name on your phone made your heart drop to your stomach. What could he possibly be calling about?

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So much had happened, in your lives, your friendship, the world in general, even the universe if you will. You couldn't help but wish he wanted to build the spark that always was a part of your friendship into a fire that gave you some much needed warmth.

"Hello?," you answer, picking up the phone. "Hey y/n, " you hear Sam on the other end and you find yourself letting out a sharp breath you didn't know you'd held in, " how you doin'? ". " I'm good, Sam. How are you? "you respond. He answers in a single word, "Good ". As much as this small talk felt like it was sucking the life out of you especially because you guys were once inseparable , you were okay with just hearing his voice after all this time. However, you couldn't just pretend this attempt at conversation by Sam and you was exactly normal between the two of you. So, you decided to tell him exactly how it is. "Sam, I-", he cuts you off" Open the door, y/n", "What?", "Open the damn door, y/n", you can almost hear his smile through the phone.

You walk towards the door, almost too fast, nearly tripping over your teapoy and you open the door, hands shaking with nervous hope. "Hey, you," Sam smiles at you with that same toothy smile you'd seen all those years ago during Navratri, "miss me?" You couldn't help but tackle him in a hug, distance and longing and silent innocent grudges be damned and in that moment all you could do was thank Durga Ma for bringing him to your door all those years ago.

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Wow, that was a doozy and a half to right. This was my first ever fic y'all!! I'm so excited to publish it here! I really hope y'all liked it, this one means a lot to me! So enjoy it, like it, do whatever but DON'T PLAGIARIZE IT BECAUSE THAT JUST MAKES YOU PATHETIC!

Also tagging the besties:

@lil-stark @jacquessouvenier heyyyy

That's all! Byeee y'all <3

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson one shot #sam wilson fic #sam wilson x desi!reader #sam wilson appreciation #indian!reader #x desi!reader #one shot #Spotify

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. the two genders are "a geometric shape masquerading as a man" and "constant back pain, probably"

2. Idk if its a fastpass spoiler but apparently Hades took Thanatos in as a kid and put him to work and he's calling that "special treatment" and comparing it to him prioritizing Persephone over his company/employees/realm??? And saying that somehow him doing this is okay because he either gives out special treatment all the time and/or is using this as a defense in saying that he (Hades) took Thantos in when Nyx left him and Thantos is being ungrateful??? No.?

Also apparently Persephone gets mad at Demeter for making Hades "forget her" that one time?? Hello??? Persephone, Hades was drunk and showed up unnanounced and f*cked up Demeters garden and you still met him and the entire dumb / creepy thing with the nakedness happens and your mad at your mom for this? And not Hades for say, idk Tresspassing??!!!

Other anon is right - Demeter was graceful about Hades barging in and harassing her and her teenaged daughter while drunk - and I'm getting real tired of Demeter being the villian here for "getting in the way" of HxP.

On a side note ive seen people arguing that Demeter is a b*tch for being mean to Hades and his brothers when she should be treating them with respect and kindess because their kings and like... Okay - half the time the other gods drop in unannounced and f*ck around messing up Demeters garden / work and or are there to mess with Persephone - Zeus showed up to force Demeter into hiding one of his affairs from Hera (under threat of punishment and potential death), not sure about Poseidon but Hades showed up drunk and harrassed her and her nymphs (and daughter - and no I don't care if its considered a "meet-cute"),

But also Ares crashed into Demeters garden and f*cked with Persephone by lying to her so he could try to get into her pants or something.

So yeah, I do not blame Demeter At All for being distrustful of the big 3 / Kings (and other gods) - all they've done is cause her problems and be inconsiderate whenever their around her. (And yes, I know Demeter hid a murder from Zeus, but she's also an overprotective mother to Kore so... I would say at least in LO, that's in character, even if its wrong).

3. i hate to give Sarah J Maas any credit here (she loves butchering greek myth too) but her ACTOAR books are basically a HxP retelling but it made a point to show Rhysand wasn't evil and actually his kingdom is fair and just and the people like and respect him and him being a dick is for political reasons than how he actually is. It's just weird LO basically follows the same idea except its actually like yes The underworld sucks, the people are miserable, and Hades is actually evil, like??? Why???

4. Rachel going with the "well other people do bad stuff too! HxP should be excused for doing it too!' is deranged lmao. That's literally not how the world works, especially when the other characters who do the same bad stuff ARE punished for it, while HxP isn't. like ma'am, do you hear yourself?

5. HONESTLY even if hades isnt supposed to be stereotypically handsome (even tho all the men look exactly like him) is like?? why would you constantly mention how old and unattractive he is?? like is it just trying to paint him as the "underdog" even tho hes the most sought after man in the whole series? like you can have it both ways, rachel.

6. since rachel clearly can't stand any sort of criticism then ok, tell webtoons to stop promoting you then, stop taking so many media deals, hell just stop the whole comic and only do private work and work anonymously then if you cannot handle it, because with more exposure comes criticism, and LO is a treasure trove of stuff to critique. it's honestly so egotistical of her to cry about legitimate criticism when she's more often than not coddled and praised for nothing. she needs to get a grip.

7. no wonder rachel seems to only be friends with the let play's creator, because she's also a privileged white lady who cries to her millions of fans shes being bullied when people call out the many awful things in her story and some of her abhorrent comments. though even she had the good sense to at least make her mc be able to legally drink. thats asking too much for rachel apparently.

8. I also got the impression from the latest FP it was just Rachel staring at the camera and calling out her "haters" for daring to question how "perfect" Hades and Persephone are like is she 12? does she honestly think her handling of these characters and story are perfect and no one can ever dare question her on it, including the characters IN story? she knows no one is free of critique, right? but also them having no pushback in story makes it really boring too? Tone it down on the ego, lady.

-----FP Spoilers/Mention-----

9. Rachel, while showing her Hades is shit at taking care of kids and doesn't like them and doesn't even show him bringing up the idea of adoption or fostering, only in him having mini heirs for himself off his fantasies: Hades would be a great father!

10. FP talk: ok but i will admit hades being forced to give thanatos benefits makes a bit more sense only in the fact erebos and nyx hate hades and seem to only allow him power out of their own will, not his own, so hes basically forced to have to at least in the beginning give him better treatment (tho why he now humiliates and belittles thanatos on the regular is ???), but that still doesnt excuse or justify his treatment of persephone, it's still just him being gross and wanting to bone her.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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Jaune: (Walking through the forest with Yang, Looks at a wanted poster on a tree) Hey, Yang, who's that? She kind of looks like you.

Yang: That's Raven Branwen, the supposed "Bandit Queen" around here. Don't bother getting involved with her. She'd just make you look stupid. (Sighs, Looks away) It wouldn't be the first time.

Jaune: ...Right. (Touches her hand) Yang, you know I love you, right?

Yang: ...Yeah, I know. (Holds his hand, Doesn't look at him) Even if you don't deserve someone like me.

Jaune: (Pulls his hand away) What do you mean? Are you saying I'm not good enough for you?

Yang: (Looks at him) What?! No! I know we've only been dating for a few months, but it's not like that! If anything, it's the other way around!

Jaune: (Angry) So you're saying you're too good for me now?!

Yang: No! Argh! You are so annoying right now! What I meant was- (A loud thud is heard nearby, Gunfire explodes in the distance) What was that?

From the treeline, a band of armed thugs barrel out waving their weapons around, hooting and hollering, roaring and barking as they circle the couple. A tree falls, it's trunk sliced clean as a woman with black hair and red eyes walks forward. She sheathes her sword as she sways her hips. She looks exactly like the woman in the wanted poster, becauseshe is the woman from the wanted poster; Raven Branwen.

Raven: Don't waste your breath with her. (Stops in front of the couple) She never understood true power, even when it stared her in the face.

Jaune: Wait, you're-

Raven: Raven Branwen, Bandit Queen. (Bandits roar and cheer until they're silenced by Raven's extended hand, She leans forward into Jaune's face) And you are just my type.

Jaune: (Blushing) Uh, you look just like my girlfriend.

Raven: Well, she is my daughter.

Yang: Stop leering at her, you perv! And you, I thought you didn't want anything to do with me!

Raven: I didn't, but when Tai told me about this boy you're dating, I had to see for myself. He reminds me a lot of him. (Licks her lips) I bet he tastes the same, too. Shay! Vernal!

Shay & Vernal: Yes, ma'am!

Raven: Make sure she doesn't interfere. I want to play with my food right now

Shay & Vernal: Yes, ma'am!

Raven: What's your name, handsome?

Jaune: Uh, Jaune. Jaune Arc.

Raven: Mm, short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. I bet the ladies love it.

Jaune: Uh...

Raven: If you didn't hear, I'm Raven Branwen. But, the only thing you'll call me from now on is either ma'am or mommy.

Jaune: (Chuckling) That's funny. I like you, Ms. Branwen!

Yang: (Thinking) What is she doing?! Is she... trying to steal Jaune?! (Shakes her head) Whatever! Jaune loves me! He won't surrender to her! ...But we did have that fight just now. He might actually leave me for her. ...No! I just have to put my faith in Jaune! I know he'll stay with me!

Raven: Now, Jaune, what say we have some fun?

Raven unsheathes Omen, taking a combative stance in front of Jaune, who, in turn, unsheathes Crocea Mors. Raven swings at Jaune, holding back her strength as she tests Jaune's skill. Soon, Jaune is beading with sweat as Raven lazily parries and swings at him. Jaune slips into her guard, forcing her to jump back. She chuckles as she watches him pant.

Raven: Not bad, boy. Not bad at all.

Jaune: This... This is too much! I can see why you're the Bandit Queen now.

Raven: What are you staring so hard at me for, boy? You want me? Here, (Takes off her armor, Her perfect-fit clothing underneath leaves nothing to the imagination) have a closer look.

Jaune: (Stammers, Looks to Yang)

Yang: Stop showing off like that, Mom! Why couldn't you just stay out of my love life like dad? In fact, why don't you just stay out of my life?!

Shay: Hey, kid, settle down!

Vernal: Queen Raven ordered us to keep you in place, so that's what we're going to do.

Yang: And having your goons keep me from kicking your butt?! You're the worst!

Raven: Your boyfriend doesn't seem to think that. Just look at how he's panting just from being near me. (Jaune gulps) Tell me, Jaune. What do you like most about me? Is it my lovely hair? My intoxicating scent? Or is something else catching your eyes?

Jaune: C-Can we go back to fighting, please?!

Yang: Why are you dodging the question, you creep?! (Thinking) I'm losing him. It's subtle, but... There's no doubt about it. It can't end like this. Not after everything we've been through!

Raven: Remember this, Jaune; there's a difference between a girl and a woman. Allow me to show you the difference.

Raven swings with more intent this time, forcing Jaune to block and dodge with more caution, as she now kicks at any opening she finds. Jaune slips into her guard again, forcing the two to lock blades. However, Raven takes advantage of this to blow a kiss at Jaune, who flinches and jumps away. Raven follows up with thrust, parry, and slice combination. Jaune noticed Raven switched to a two-handed style, and decided to respond in kind. The battle became more even as Raven began sweating from the effort she was putting in. Jaune leaped away, panting, and stuck his sword into the dirt.

Jaune: Okay, I'm done! I've had enough, Ms. Branwen!

Raven: Aw, what's the matter, baby. Are you losing focus from watching me move so gracefully? I'll bet you have so many nasty thoughts running through your head right now. (Rips open her shirt a little, revealing her cleavage) You want me so bad, don't you?

Yang: (Tears streaming from her eyes, Thinking) That's it. I've lost him. There's no way he doesn't want her after that. It's how she tricked Dad into loving her. (Crying) But, he can't just leave me for her! She just wants to use him as a plaything. If he left me, I at least want to be sure he'll be safe from any harm, but she... It's all my fault. All because of that stupid argument, he's going to leave me all alone!

Jaune: Ugh! Just shut the fuck up already!

Yang: Huh? (Realizes Jaune's holding her)

Raven: Excuse me?!

Jaune: I'm sick of hearing you talk! You're fucking weird, the way you talk to me makes me feel like a baby, and the fact you're putting down your own daughter just to impress a stranger like me, (Glares at Raven, Grinds his teeth) it makes me so fucking furious, I can't stand it! How could you say such foul shit about your daughter?! (Takes a deep breath, Holds Yang close) I love your daughter. I only love your daughter. I mean, yeah, you're attractive, with your nice-smelling hair and your curves and your swordplay, but that doesn't matter. But I wouldn't even be fawning over you if I knew how horrible you really were! (Feels Yang hugging him, Sighs) I'm sorry, baby. I just... I just got so upset when you said I wasn't good enough for you.

Yang: (Sniffs) I wasn't talking about you not being good enough; I was talking about me not being good enough for you. I got so worried that you'd abandon me, I couldn't bear it. I'm sorry it came out wrong to you. I just think you're so amazing, okay? You always rise up against any challenge, even when you know the odds aren't in your favor. You fought bullies, Grimm, my dad, and even the White Fang! You have so much confidence, I can't imagine why you would think you're not good enough! (Sobs) I love you, Jaune! I feel like if you left me, I would literally die!

Jaune: (Shushes her, Pets her hair) I love you, too, and I know what you mean. I feel like... It's like our souls are connected, you know? (Chuckles, Tear rolls down his eye) I'm sorry I'm so corny, and for our fight earlier.

Yang: (Chuckles) It's okay. I like us being corny, and I love that you can be so honest with me.

Jaune: (Chuckles, Kisses the top of her head) I'm so lucky I have you.

Raven: (Holding herself, Panting and squirming) Oh, this feeling~.

Jaune: (Looks up) Huh? (Looks over, Sees Raven half-naked and steaming with a dangerous aura) Uh...

Raven: Oh, Tai hasn't made me feel like this in such a long time~.

Yang: (Gulps) Raven?

Raven: But you, Jaune, (Lewd and wide smile, Sultrily chuckles) you're a whole different breed~! (Points Omen at him, Drooling) You're a man who knows how to put a bitch like me in her place and shows love to his girl after some tramp disses her! (She looks down, Hiding her face) It might be the bare minimum, but... (Looks up, Hungry eyes) I just have to have you! Now pick up the sword and listen carefully, because if you lose this fight, I'm going to make you my new slave! (Chuckles) Who knows? Maybe in a few years, you'll make for a fine bandit.

Shay: Wait, we used to be something before being bandits?

Raven: You can't refuse this, handsome, otherwise I'll kill Yang and give you no choice.

Jaune: Shit. Yang, this doesn't look good.

Yang: Hey, now, that's not the Jaune Arc I love! (Hands him Crocea Mors, Kisses his cheek) Kick her ass for me, okay, baby?

Jaune: (Takes Crocea Mors, Smiles) You got it, baby!

Vernal: Listen up, everyone! Our queen is about to go all out! The odds of her leaving us alive grow slimmer by the second! Know that all of you have been like family to me!

Shay: Even me?

Vernal: Shut up, Shay.

Raven: By the way, handsome, I don't want this to be over too soon, so keep that sword of yours in it's longsword form to keep it interesting. Because this shit's finna get nutty!

Raven wastes no time attacking Jaune, forcing him to block. He's pushed back several feet before side-stepping away. Raven continues until a red portal opens in her path, and she disappears into it. Jaune loses sight of her and barely has enough time to duck as she flies in from behind to strike. He rolls away, but Raven charges again, striking wildly with swings and thrusts. Jaune's muscles ache as he's forced to block and parry. Raven runs towards him again, disappearing into another portal. He looks behind, but doesn't see her. Yang warns him of the strike from above, and he leaps away in time. He notices a golden necklace on the ground, recognizing it from one of the bandits. Unfortunately, Raven was relentless as she continued her assault, and Jaune couldn't afford to stop and think. He decided to go on the offensive this time, clashing with her. When she was pushed back, he charged forward, but ran into her portal, and right into Vernal. The bandit lieutenant jumped away as Jaune thrusted, and he apologized as he she did. He turned in time to catch Raven's blade, but she disappeared as she retreated, using her portal repeatedly to confuse him. Jaune dropped his sword and stepped forward to the golden necklace. He tossed it into the air, forcing Raven to dive to him with her blade extended. She cackled with mad glee as she forced him to fall backwards, only to reel in pain when he kicked her in the face and away from Omen. Raven sprawled and climbed to her knees, looking at Jaune from the wrong end of her weapon.

Raven: (Panting) Jaune... That was... amazing... I feel so... exhilarated... You sapped me of all my juices. Or, well, at least half of my aura, anyways. I know you won, but couldn't you please reconsider and join my family?

Jaune: I don't want you! Damn! (Throws Omen aside) I'm with your daughter because I love her! I love her hair! I love her smell! I love her curves!

Raven: W-What are you saying?!

Jaune: I'm saying I love big-tittied bitches! Mostly your daughter, but the others are cool, too, I guess!

Yang: (Snickers, Covers her mouth)

Jaune: Also, you just let "your family" almost die in our fight! Who the hell does that?!

Raven: (Scoffs) The family knows the tribe is nothing without their queen. If they were worthy, they would be willing to die for me. (Stands up, Shakes her head) Such a sentimental fool. No wonder you're together. (Picks up Omen, Walks away with her tribe) You can have him, Yang.

Yang: ...Thank you, Raven.

Jaune: Wait, that's it?

Raven: Yeah, I don't need any bleeding hearts in my tribe. But you have my blessing, whatever that might mean to you. (Thinking) Fuck, now I'm thinking about him again. I should go chat with him. It has been a few months since our last "reunion."

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #raven branwen #shay d man #vernal #friday night funkin #mommy mearest hd #dragonslayer #tairaven

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