#love when folks look me dead in the eye and tell me my cats are unhappy because I keep them inside
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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚
series: yoimix christmas event !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)
pairing: kaeya x reader
synopsis: even if you’re only joking that kaeya could flirt his way through teyvat, you really wish he’d start with you. and christmas is all about granting wishes, right?
prompt: kaeya + mistletoe kiss + f2l
genre: fluff, very slight angst (you have to squint), f2l
wc: 3.1k
warnings: language, kaeya cringe flirting, not proofread
a/n: sorry for the delay on this one :c hope you guys have fun reading nevertheless!!
“So, Mr. Knight of Favonius, care to tell me why we’re at a tavern on Christmas Eve?”
“Well, dear civilian, the Favonius party is simply the worst holiday party I’ve ever attended.”
Kaeya shrugs despite the confusion on your face.
“You mean to say you’d rather skip a party with the best food in Mondstadt? Jean never misses with the selection.”
He rolls his eyes. “Food isn’t everything, (name).”
You place your hands on your hips. “So what is?”
Kaeya takes a deep breath. “I’ll tell you everything that isn’t.”
The moonlight falls in waves over Kaeya’s hair as he walks with you downtown. A look of mild distaste colors his expression, soft lips pressed together as he looks forward. The tapping of his heels against the cobblestones isn't the only sound, however. The whole of Mondstadt is abuzz, walking through the winter-hued streets with loved ones arm-in-arm. A tree stands tall at the city center, shimmering with lights and ornaments handpicked by the people. The houses are lit bright way past the usual bedtime, and you can’t help but feel a sting of wanting.
Warmth is elusive and you crave it more and more each passing winter night.
Kaeya’s sigh pulls you out of your thoughts. With fingertips as cold as ice, he has a surprisingly warm tone of voice.
“First of all, there’s no wine. Can you believe it? A Mondstadt party without wine?”
A spark of annoyance flickers in Kaeya’s eyes.
“Well, last year you got so drunk you cuddled a barrel of wine at Diluc’s winery. And then Diluc made me stay the night to take care of you.”
Kaeya pointedly ignores your remark. It’s not so often he lets all loose like that—in fact, most of Mondstadt couldn’t possibly answer if they’ve ever seen the cavalry captain quite so intoxicated. In a strange, twisted way, it makes you feel special.
“Two, it’s in the Favonius Headquarters—the very same workplace I spend every day at, see and converse with the same coworkers at. Is that even a party? I’m being asked work questions, (name). Isn’t that too cruel?”
You purse your lips at his rant. “That’s fair.”
“Thirdly, if one more person asks me about the horses, I will stab my own guts out.”
You giggle. “Well, are the hors—”
Kaeya presses the tip of his index finger against your lips, shaking his head. A dead serious look takes over his eyes.
“No.”
You hold back a laugh. It’s not easy for ordinary folks to notice but—fatigue settles often in the eyes of the cavalry captain. Luckily, he looks much fresher tonight.
Handsome, even.
You mentally slap yourself. That’s not allowed, you’ve told yourself repeatedly. You can’t look at your friend, your first friend in Mondstadt, that way. You sigh, and Kaeya moves his finger away as though you blew it away. Chuckling, he steps forward and holds the door to Cat’s Tail open for you.
“Shall we?”
You sigh, entering the tavern. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.
Kaeya makes it faster though, by skipping straight to tequila. You nearly gag at the scent of how strong it is, offering him a dubious look as he downs the shot with a group of strangers he seems to be well connected with. The interior of Cat’s Tail is just as toasty as you expected—but it looks like Kaeya’s determined to raise the heat to the maximum.
“It’s not like you to have alcohol straight,” you say, concerned. “Are you alright?”
“Of course I’m alright, (name),” he laughs before turning to you. “Unless you plan to nag me for the rest of the night. Then neither of us will be having fun.”
“But you hate it when it’s bitter,” you mumble, watching him down another shot.
Kaeya places the shot glass on the counter, grimacing. The bartender offers you a look of pity and you return a pursed smile.
“You’re right, that was horrible,” he groans. “I just… I can’t stand the cold.”
You giggle. “Despite your vision?”
“Sometimes because of it,” he chuckles, resting his cheek against his palm. The alcohol has already flushed his skin red and he plays idly with a coin of mora.
The music is festive inside the tavern, and maybe that’s what keeps your hopes up. The cats snore in some corner, largely ignoring the crowd of people celebrating the holidays with friends and family. Kaeya alternates between chatting up the crowd, the flush on his cheek spread to his ears, and telling you details he’s picked up from them. If you’re being honest, he’s unbearably cute when he talks about others with fascination. People watching has always been a favorite activity for the two of you.
“Ugh, my tongue tastes bitter,” he groans, sticking it out as though trying to prove his statement. “What a pity Diona couldn’t join us.”
“Let the girl enjoy Christmas Eve with her father.” You click your tongue. “Besides, it’s only your fault for choosing shots.”
“How else am I supposed to enjoy a night so joyous?”
You wave at the bartender, ordering a sweeter cocktail for Kaeya before he drinks anything else insane. With the unsolicited lessons on wine he’s given you, it’d be shameful to not remember something from the list.
“My, aren’t you sent from the Anemo Archon himself?” Kaeya remarks, a smile playing on his lips. “I’m blessed.”
The cocktail is placed on the counter with a soft clink.
“Get your drink and stop hogging the counter, Captain,” the bartender chides, sending you an almost pleading look. Apparently, you’re Kaeya’s assigned babysitter.
“Boy, I thought you were Diluc for a moment,” Kaeya chokes. “But I would’ve sensed the brooding from a mile away.”
The bartender responds with a hearty laugh. “You’re funny, Captain. But I gotta do my job.”
Kaeya places a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Come now, have I not increased revenue? Isn’t Margaret proud of me?”
“Madam Margaret has specifically told you to pay your tab.”
“Oh.”
You hold back a laugh, grabbing the drink in one hand and Kaeya’s arm in the other before you thank the bartender and leave to occupy a more cozy corner of the tavern. Sitting Kaeya down on a cushy chair, you hand him his drink like handing candy to a child. His eye sparkles, and you admire how pretty it is even under the miserly lights of the tavern. You take a seat beside him, watching as the crowds celebrate, the thought of warmth bringing a smile to your face. It’s always nice imagining the reasons behind smiles. Festivities boost the emotion.
To be honest, you were getting uncomfortable at the center of the crowd. Kaeya may be talented at blending in, but you get too awkward for exchanges. It’s funny because he’s the one with the eyepatch. However, you’ve always been better at watching from a distance. It’s troubling that Kaeya nearly manages to close it between the two of you every time.
You have to remind yourself that you’re not special.
“Death in the afternoon,” he sighs. “A delectable concoction. It’s a shame you refuse to drink with me.”
“Well, who’s gonna drag you home and stop you from cuddling barrels?” You roll your eyes. “What would you do without me?”
You breath hitches in your throat when you turn towards him, the smug smile wiped off your face. He’s so close you can feel his breath, warm as candlelight. As cheeky as he can be, you can’t help the rush of blood to your arteries when he looks down at your lips and back at your eyes. Kaeya Alberich. Your demise and your dawn.
“Ah-ah,” he whispers, the tone warning. “You should watch what you say, dear.”
“And what did I say?” You reply softly.
“Nothing but the truth.” His smile grows wider. His voice drips of gold and you are not immune to treasure.
Before you can find yourself leaning in, you look away and an obnoxious laugh follows. He’s always extra flirty when he’s drunk.
You’re not special.
Then, can he stop making you feel that way?
“You do feel something for me,” he states, pleased with his conclusion.
“What makes you say that?” You refuse to meet his eyes.
“Just a hunch,” he answers before a dry laugh befalls his lips. “Or maybe hope. You understand, don’t you?”
“The only thing I understand is that you reek of alcohol,” you chide, placing your hand against your hip.
“Can I tell you a secret then?” He sighs, defeated.
You tilt your head, awaiting an explanation.
Much to the shock of your poor heart, he leans in to place his lips right by your ear.
“You know I’m never really that drunk, right?”
“Huh?”
A giggle follows. He sounds like a child gleefully explaining that he did the exact thing his parents warned him not to do.
“Gosh, you’re just so cute I… I truly am sorry.”
Kaeya stops himself, pursing his lips. You’re not sure what holds him back. But you know it must be something of grave consequence. No word of the Cavalry Captain has been offered in vain. Even if they’re chock full of fluff, they work like clockwork under Kaeya’s careful planning.
“Can you hold me please?”
His request is quiet. You can barely process it when he picks up your hands and places his cheeks between your palms.
“I’m sorry I never seem to be able to say it,” he hums. “I end up worrying more often than not.”
“Worrying about what?” You lean in. The chatter of the tavern seems to have died down, but you know for a fact it’s the blood rushing to your ears.
“I’ve spilled enough secrets, haven’t I?”
“You’re so cryptic,” you huff. “I never know what you’re plotting.”
“Oh please, it’s all from the heart,” he pouts. “I don’t plot.”
“Yeah, right. You scheme like a criminal. If you weren’t a Knight of Favonius, I’m sure you’d be swiping shit left and right.”
“I’m offended you think I’d be a lowly thief.”
“A robber then?”
“Why do you want me to steal things so bad? Only your heart could get me to do that.”
You gag, curling your lips. “I can’t believe you said that out loud.”
Kaeya laughs out loud, leaning in a bit when he does. The glow over his cheekbones, only brightens under the dim tavern lights, and you swear you can count the lashes on his eyes, plenty and long. It’s embarrassing to admit how he lights up your heart. You manage to pry your hands out of his and shove them inside your pocket. He makes a whine of protest but doesn’t chase after.
“Seriously, Kaeya, all your flirting will land you in trouble.”
“I am serious. When it comes to you, more than anything.”
You scoff. “There you go again. Is it part of your grand plan to flirt Teyvat into submission? Hell, you almost made me fall for you the first time we met.”
“Oh? What stopped you?”
“The fact that you’re a filthy liar.”
You’re only joking but Kaeya purses his lips, a deep frown lining his features.
“Would you have fallen if I let fate run its course?”
“Huh?”
“I can’t trust the stars and planets to align just for the two of us,” he hums, looking out the window. “But I choke over my words trying to line the dominoes. So much for effortless.”
“Is this another scheme I’m unaware of?”
“Mhm. I’m afraid you’d hate me if you were aware.”
“Nothing could get me to hate you.”
Kaeya snorts. “Gosh, fate is a funny thing. It’s not my friend yet it landed me here—and even then, I can’t bear to look at your lips.”
A rush of blood warms your face.
“But I must confess…” He continues, eyes distant. “As a sinner must.”
You finally understand what he’s getting at.
I don’t deserve love. Kaeya acts flirty, dips his words in liquid gold and lines his smile with diamonds—but not for once, has he ever believed in words of kindness. He’s not the wide-eyed boy you heard about from Adelinde; but he’s not so jaded he’d break your heart without second thought. Kaeya is a hard man to read—but with the way he melts against your touch, you can’t help but feel he longs for the same warmth you do.
“I stand by what I said,” you respond quietly. “I wouldn’t hate you no matter what.”
“Even if I'm Machiavellian scum that lies every other sentence? Even if I want you so desperately, I’m willing to deceive you? Even if- even if—”
“It’s alright, Kaeya.” You press your index finger to his lips, his eyes widening in surprise. It makes you giggle.
He sighs. “It’s not bad practice to question every blessing in my life.”
A teasing smile tugs at your lips. “Is that why you interrogate me so often?”
Kaeya shakes his head, and you remove your finger. He reaches out an arm, placing his hand on your head as though in a comforting pat, but instead he messes all your hair up.
“Hey!” You yell, his laughter following as you try to reach for his head and fail, blocked by the rapid reflex of his arms.
“You’re so annoying,” you snap. “Come here, you- you rascal!”
Kaeya’s laughter only grows, as though he’s being tickled. In a way, he might as well be—your scrunched up face and angry insults have the same effect. The atmosphere lightens just like that. In a last attempt, you try to sneak in your hands as fast as you can, only for gloved ones to clutch them, effectively stopping any movement.
“You won’t win against me,” Kaeya whispers, leaning in.
A rush of blood to your head snaps you to reality, in focus of the lack of distance between the two of you. Kaeya’s lips are soft, glossy even and you know from the scent it’s the same strawberry lip balm you gifted him. How unfortunate for you that it smells delicious.
“Oh my god, of course they’re flirting under the mistletoe.”
What you didn’t expect were the tall figures of the Acting Grand Master and the winery owner himself standing by the tavern door with their arms crossed. A certain outrider covers her blushing face behind them, eyes wide with whatever wild imagination she’s trying so hard to tame. A few other knights stand scattered around them, already easing into the party atmosphere of the tavern. You’re not sure what prompted a visit from the whole Favonius crew.
Jean giggles before Kaeya can retort with anything. “So this is where you sneaked off to.”
Diluc looks disgusted for the most part but goes along with Jean. Amber, on the other hand, looks like she’s holding back laughter.
“Oh dear, what brings our busy bees to Cat’s Tail?”
“The afterparty,” Jean answers, biting back a smile. “Which you would know if you joined us.”
Amber giggles behind her. “We had mistletoes at the headquarters too, you know?”
“You can’t keep Kaeya away from wine,” Diluc mutters with distaste.
“And you can’t keep him away from (name) either,” Jean adds, laughing. “Sorry for crashing your date.”
“I’m surprised you’re not snogging each other’s faces off,” Amber chirps. “I wish Eula was here… Not- not for the mistletoe, of course.”
“That, I did not plan,” Kaeya turns to you before anything else, pointing upwards. He looks genuinely caught off guard though he tries his best to mask it.
“So? Where’s the kiss?” Amber teases.
“That’s enough, Amber,” Jean laughs, shaking her head. “This is the first time I’ve seen Kaeya teased to a loss of words.”
You’re not sure which one of them gave Kaeya the final push. Maybe it was you.
Warm lips press against yours in a heartstopping kiss, the hands of the clock stopping all at once. Time holds nothing against the two of you—and Kaeya swears your own name against your lips.
When he pulls away after what felt like far too little, your fingers fly to your lips and you can barely register your audience. Jean is flushed fully red despite her teasing remarks and Diluc covers Ambers eyes while she waves around comically. However, the crowd erupts into cheers, with a loud chant of “Fucking finally!” from one of the knights.
Kaeya knows how to please people, even if he doesn’t choose to.
“Let’s go,” Kaeya whispers in your ear, when the spotlight befalls other couples in the tavern. You’re not sure what chain reaction Kaeya’s lighted, but you’re glad to have an excuse to leave.
The cold air hits you harsher than you expected. But it’s the same old Mondstadt, same old comforting walls.
“Sorry” is the first thing Kaeya says.
“Why?” You hold your breath.
“Because as much as I want to say I did that to get us out, I enjoyed it far too much.” Kaeya frowns, unable to meet your eyes.
“You never heard me out,” you whisper.
He finally looks up, awaiting your explanation. He’s even prettier under the midnight moon. He’s too pretty to look this way, torn between his ways and what’s right.
“I know you refuse to listen to me no matter what,” you breathe. “Is it so hard to believe I’m in love with you?”
Kaeya blinks. “But… but it’s my fault, isn’t it? I laid the groundwork- and- and I set the scene—I did this to you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You giggle. “Doesn’t that mean you care?”
“But- but… I- I could be using you! How could you trust me so easily?”
You take a step forward. “What could you gain by using me, silly? It’s okay to admit you want to be loved, Kaeya.”
Kaeya lets himself get pulled in by you, resting his chin on your shoulder. How long has it been since someone’s hugged him this way? He’s engulfed by your scent, unable to think straight.
“But that’s when terrible things happen,” he mumbles against your skin.
“That won’t stop me,” you declare. “You could be a criminal, a sinner, a heathen—and I’d still hold you when you want me to.”
His walls are crumbling.
“You deserve better.”
“Mhm. But it’s you I’m holding.”
Kaeya finally gives in, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter. His breath is warm against your neck and though the faintest smell of alcohol wafts from him, you run your fingers through his hair. It’s finally warm enough.
“Shall we?” You whisper. It’s time to go home.
“Is this a scheme of yours?” Kaeya chuckles softly, recovered.
“Only because I care,” you answer, smiling.
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Irish Mythology.
VOL 10
The Sluagh. Soul Stealers.
Of all the wonders and terrors in Irish folklore there are few quite so terrifying as the Sluagh. Tales were told of their wild hunt long before the coming of Christianity to Ireland, and even today old folk in the countryside will keep the windows on the west side of the house fastened tight at all times, but most especially during wakes or if someone in the house was unwell, for fear of the Sluagh coming to pay a midnight visit on their humble homes.
Wicked or saintly, kind or cruel, the Sluagh play no favourites, they'll take the souls of all that cross their path, although some say they have a particular taste for the living spirits of those who have found true love. The ancients used to think they were faerie gone terribly wrong, warped and twisted, without fear, reason or mercy. When the light came to Ireland they became the souls of lost sinners seeking to drag the unfaithful down to hell with them, but the result was the same.
The host of the unforgiven dead roam the earth on Samhain, Halloween, and it is for this reason that all fires were forbidden on that night in times gone by, so as not to attract their attention. Even death itself was no release for the souls they captured joined them on their hunt, spiralling throughout the lands of Ireland and further abroad on that darkest of nights.
Said one monk in times of yore, "The spirits fly about in great clouds, up and down the face of the world like the starlings, and come back to the scenes of their earthly transgressions. No soul of them is without the clouds of earth, dimming the brightness of the works of earth. In bad nights, the Sluagh shelter themselves behind little russet docken stems and little yellow ragwort stalks. They fight battles in the air as men do on the earth."
If denied their rightful - as they see it - feast, they don't balk at the slaughter of cattle, cats, dogs, and sheep with their poison darts. It is said that the Sluagh "commanded men to follow them, and men obeyed, having no alternative. It was these men of earth who slew and maimed at the bidding of their spirit-masters, who in return ill-treated them in a most pitiless manner. They would be rolling and dragging and trouncing them in mud and mire and pools."
In the form of a vast flock of black ravens twined about with undulating shadows they came, the echoes of their wings being found in stories of ill-omened birds heralding bad times ahead. The truly broken hearted might be attacked, or the foolish or unlucky might call them upon themselves by uttering the name Sluagh nine times over and over, pronounced sloo-ah for fear you might say it yourself, perhaps in a fit of sneezing. Upon closer inspection the great birds look more like wretched thin shades of their previous selves, with gnarled talons like the blackthorn's boughs for hands and feet, and wings of dusky smoke.
And once they have your scent let me tell you - you're in trouble then! If the pitiable mortal that has drawn their eye can bestir themselves it would be well to get indoors, with all locked and fastened, until the beating of dark wings fades with the light of dawn. Chroniclers of old also wisely advised avoiding places of loneliness such as dark forests and empty streets, lest a passing hunt might take a fancy to you! There is one other way to avoid joining them for all eternity, although most dreadful it is, and that's to give them another person in your stead.
They say a woman was eaten alive by the Sluagh in Co. Roscommon
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rubbing my hands and dropping a new au of the scarpulse variety
fantasy au. scar is an elven necromancer who the village is afraid of (something something "he's the reaper". he's your resident last life coded urban legend that is very nonthreatening) and impulse is the village's demon hybrid blacksmith!!
magic is generally disliked since people who are able to harness it is a rarity, and people are scared of it. impulse also has magic thanks to hybridity but he hides it <3 scar has his disabled thanks to rune embroidered gloves
they are very sweet once they get together <3 scars design to me is a mix of his elven skin and last life. long white hair with brown streaks, black and gold cloak, like three layers of clothing, the whole thing. (something something the less layers he's wearing the more confident he is)
anyway yeah they live in my head rent free. impulse went into the forest bc he was bored and didn't come back for three months because he was fucking the resident elf OKJIUYRF the village thought he was dead
-tn (hey im still alive, crazy. also feel free to make this angsty. i mean. scar is last life coded its going to be angsty no matter what)
Impulse has never felt like he belongs. Having to hide such an intrinsic part of himself his entire life isn't easy. But it means he's learned to have an open mind about things. He's sure people would think differently of him if they knew the truth. But he knows he's not a bloodthirsty creature out for souls - why should he believe other stereotypes?
He doesn't realise who Scar is when he follows him into the forest. Only that a customer had left something behind at his blacksmith, so he hurries after him as the sun sets and the workday comes to a close. The customer is one of his favourites, actually. Impulse always enjoys having a natter, and whilst the guy pushes it with his bartering, it's impossible to be mad. He's got charisma to him, and no fear of using it. Impulse is jealous.
He didn't expect the crooked tower where Scar lives. Nor the undead flowers lining the walls, or the skeleton of a cat that greets him at the door. Literally, it meows at him and brushes his leg.
The elf comes rushing down shortly after, feet clicking beneath a call of, "Jellie! Come back here."
Impulse watches as the cat crosses the threshold of the tower and transforms. Though translucent, it's like a new skin has formed. Soft fur and grumpy looking eyes turn to meow at her apparent owner. Said owner who is looking at Impulse with his mouth hanging open in shock.
Impulse gives an awkward wave, mumbling a, "Hi, I just wanted to return this to you. You left it at the shop, and I know you usually have it on you so I thought you might miss it and I didn't want you to worry-"
Scar interrupts him by threatening his life and everybody he's ever loved if Impulse tells a soul. Impulse stares at Scar as if he's grown a second head that can't tell Impulse is a head or two taller than him, far more muscular, and that's whilst looking human.
Hey, a secret for a secret, right? It's been a long time since Impulse met another magical folk. This will be the start of a blossoming relationship, he's sure of it!
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Hiya, NeverLove anon here.
If you’re still up for translating one of their songs I would appreciate it if you could do either track 1 or six from their Sex metal album. No pressure intended. I’ve slowly started listening to more Russian music and it’s been really interesting so far! Do you have any Russian rock or metal bands you recommend?
sorry this took me so long! i'll go with Лисий-кисий because i like that song too. so the title is a little bit hard to crack because officially the word кисий doesn't exist in russian. but it means something along the lines of 'cat-like'. Лисий-кисий thus can be translated as 'foxy - cat-like' (it's about a girl's gaze)
first goes the chorus:
Oh i like her foxy-cat-like gaze so much
Look at me again
Like this, foxy-cat-like
Oh i like her foxy-cat-like gaze so much
Look at me again.
Hey, hey, again
chorus again
The devil's in the details, in the stuffy hall
There's chemistry of young bodies
You came here without a boyfriend
Seems like he gifted you to me
Closer-farther, let's play
Until your hair is on my bedsheets
I know, too cheeky
That's what you like
Your boy calls, you don't answer
Tell me I have hallucinations
You look at me so bravely
Kitty, don't snort so much
You know you'll go with me
Anticipating an adventure
My fingers go up your skirt
Don't mind me, it's just a joke
chorus
Good morning, you have 7 missed calls
Let's make up a legend for you
That you hung at the friend's
You'll have to tell him that with courage
This wasn't cheating
You just decided to take your revenge on him
Let's do it again and I'll call the taxi
Don't open your soul to me
I don't want to listen to this
I saw how bright were your eyes
When you betrayed your feelings
You fed your demons
You needed it
Don't mind it, it's just a joke
Single-use joke
chorus
chorus
oh boy do i have recommendations for russian music for you! i've only started listening to it like a couple months ago (avoided it all that time thinking it was bad, yes i was very stupid), so i don't have many but i do want to give you some
Green Apelsin - great folkish music with acoustic guitar, texts are folk-related and love songs. i personally like the album Северный ветер (The north wind)
Эпидемия (Epidemic) - amazing power metal band! their songs usually border on fantasy, as it is with power metal bands. my fave songs are Всадник из льда (Ice rider), Письмо ведьмаку (A letter to a witcher) and Рожденный для битвы (Born for battle)
СЛОТ (Slot) - hard rock with insane female vocals. Check out their songs Круги на воде (Circles on water), Бой! (Fight!) and Мертвые звезды (Dead stars).
Нуки (Nuki) - solo project of SLOT vocalist. Страна (Country), Бойся (Be afraid) and Пищевая цепочка (Food chain) are very good!
Obligatory mentions:
Король и шут (King and Jester) - probably the most famous band in the country. initially punk-rock, then they branched into several genres, including acoustic ballads and metal. i couldn't really get into it, but my boyfriend is a huge fan. there was a biopic recently which rejuvenated the fame of the band, idk if it's available in english tho
Ария (Love song) - an old heavy metal band that existed since the 80s. think russian iron maiden
Кино (Movie)- another incredibly popular rock band from 80s-90s. released some of the biggest hits in russian music, my first song i learned on guitar was Кино song even though i don't particularly like it. inactive since death of its founder, Victor Tsoi. there are legends that he's not dead, which gave birth to a famous saying Цой жив! ("Tsoi is alive!")
ok this is all i can now offer but i'll keep looking and maybe make a list when i collect enough! russian music is definitely underappreciated on worldwide scene (we all know why) and that's very unfair, a lot of it is very good. ive sought a moment to talk about it for a long time, thank you for giving me an opportunity! hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 6]
Birds Of a Feather
Look who Monty the cat dragged in! Hope you guys are fine and are gonna enjoy this, let us know what you think about it ✨
(In the previous chapter: despite their mutual attraction, Layla and Eddie decided to spend some time together in a platonic way; Stone wasn’t able to make Sara come out from the bathroom but has instead confessed her his feelings; Jeff has seen his bandmate go inside the bathroom and he knows Stone is with Sara, but what he doesn’t know is that the two of them are making out)
Seattle, 31st December 1984
“Here you are! Thought you had deserted us”
Sara snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Jeff’s voice coming from behind: she turned around as he was already strolling in her direction, and she immediately felt her mouth dry.
“I’m sorry, I-I came here to get some fresh air – I thought I was about to faint inside” the girl stammered, pointing at the room where It’s My Life was playing out loud “The balcony seemed like a clever idea”
“It was, just like me bringing you some fruit punch” Jeff grinned, handing her a red cup that she gladly took.
“You’re a lifesaver, thank you”
“No problem” he went to sit on the railing, next to where now Sara was chewing the edge of her paper cup “Penny for your thoughts?”
“Just a silly recollection…” the tips of her ears instantly reddened “You’d make fun of me”
“I would never! I won’t, I promise”
“Well, I was thinking about last New Year’s Eve, wondering how I spent it”
“And…?”
“... and I just realized it was probably me still crying because Dennis Wilson had died a couple of days before” she rested her elbows on the railing, then leaned her cheek on a hand “You know, Beach Boys’ drummer? And a year later I’m at a party, but I fled to the balcony because inside there’s too many people I don’t know… so yeah, a year may have passed but I’m still socially awkward, ugh”
“Hey, I wouldn’t call ‘socially awkward’ someone who’s having zero problems chatting with a guy she’s known for seven months”
“What, you’ve been counting or something?” she smirked at him, her voice showing amusement at his corniness.
“Every single day”
“Oh, shush” the girl immediately flushed, and Jeff couldn’t help but grin triumphantly because she was trying so hard not to smile but the half dimple on the right corner of her mouth said otherwise.
“No, but seriously – you’re doing great” he was quick to make himself clear “I mean, you said it yourself: going to a party full of people you don’t know, with other people you barely know? In my book you sound like a total badass”
“You think so?”
“I do” he looked her in the eye “But that doesn’t mean that last year you were an utter loser because you spent New Year’s Eve crying over some dead musician… sounds like he meant a great deal to you”
“He does, yeah”
“I know my Brian Wilson and my Mike Love,” he began, while she frowned at the last person mentioned “but the other members… not so much, I’m afraid – except for the drummer’s association with Manson, obviously”
“Yeah, I guess that’s public domain” Sara wrinkled her nose “Well, Dennis was the first one in the band to come out with a solo project, which I think has to be one of the saddest albums ever… still beautiful, though I haven’t been able to listen again to it after last year”
“Understandable”
“And he also made a movie with James Taylor that I have yet to watch but my father tells me it’s great – kind of a road-movie, made in the early ‘70s”
“Sounds like something I’d like”
“I think so too; he also wrote some pretty cool songs for the band, but he was obviously overshadowed by his brother” she sighed “Anyway, it’s all over now so I guess it doesn’t matter anymore”
“It matters to you, that’s what’s important”
She adjusted her scarf, avoiding his glance, then abruptly changed topic: “I listened to your tape”
The bassist almost lost his balance but was able to recover at the last second: “Yeah? Verdict?”
“You should seriously start to listen to some good ol’ folk, you can’t live just with punk music”
“... that’s your feedback?!” this time he had begun to fall backwards, so he wisely jumped off the railing.
“Yeah, that’s it”
“Uhm, I-I guess I can see your point, but I also put Bowie and Beth by KISS! C’mon, you can’t tell me they’re punk, that’s-”
“Honestly? That’s the sweetest thing somebody has ever done for me – and my dad is a worthy opponent in this competition, but you beat him anyway” the girl winked at him “You could have made a Barry Manilow compilation and I would have appreciated it all the same, because in any case it would have been something you made thinking of me”
“Woah, I-uhm… thank you? I mean-”
“Anyway, I need to lend you some tapes that I think are fundamental in the education of a person – especially for a musician like yourself” Sara kept on talking, then noticed he was giving her a funny look “What, what did I say?”
“Nothing, just… I’m happy you liked it, I was hoping the tape could make you understand what you mean to me”
Even though her feet were on the ground, the girl was still able to trip over an invisible obstacle.
“Errrrr, thank God I didn’t drink the vodka they offered us before, otherw-” she babbled, but was interrupted by Jeff moving closer.
“... Wanna go out with me?”
“Like, right now? We shouldn’t ditch the others, it wouldn’t be f-”
“No, silly!” the guy chuckled, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes instantly giving her butterflies in her stomach “I agree with you, right now it would be really improper: wanna do this next week?”
“You’re… serious”
“Why shouldn’t I be? We can go to the movies and then grab something to eat”
“Just the two of us?”
“Unless you want that pain in the ass of Stone to tag along” he joked, trying to ignore the annoying thought of his friend being the third wheel.
No words came out Sara’s mouth, so the guy panicked.
“... you know what, I didn’t want to mess this up – just forget it” he dismissed the previous idea with frantic gestures of his hands “I’m sorry I embarrassed you, I-”
“I’d love to” the girl had come closer and taken his hands in hers “I’m sorry if I made you believe I didn’t wanna go out with you, I just… I’m surprised you invited me, that’s all”
“Hell, to be honest I’m surprised you accepted” Jeff let out a nervous chuckle, squeezing her hands in return “You sure? Just the two of us?”
“Just the two of us” she said in a resolute tone, grinning at him, and he finally mirrored her relaxed smile.
1985 was about to start in the best possible way.
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Seattle, VedderAment’s place, 31st December 1990 (but not for much longer)
“It’s barely a couple of minutes to midnight!” Layla yelled into Eddie’s ear as they held to each other and swayed to the music.
<Excuse me, Miss Boulais, is it midnight? I’d check my watch, you know, but I just can’t take my eyes off you… JEEZ, I DIDN’T SAY IT OUT LOUD, DID I?> Eddie had a mind full of cheesy kissing pick up lines as it often happened when he was drunk or stoned.
“Really? Uhm we’re almost there then hehe” he awkwardly replied as he couldn’t say if he was more inebriated by the booze, the song’s atmosphere, Layla’s delicate flowery perfume, the warmth of her breath against his face or her body pressed against his.
“Yep!” Layla knew she should have said something earlier because now, right in the middle of the party, it was impossible to have a proper conversation about anything or even say anything more than best wishes. She tried to tell herself to enjoy the moment, which wasn’t bad at all, but she couldn’t help but regret her lack of courage. She was an overly worried type of drunk.
<I’m here, slow dancing with a nice guy, who also happens to be very hot, and instead of just enjoying it, I keep on brooding over what I did and didn’t do...>
10! 9! 8!
They kept dancing without saying a word, until Chris started shouting the countdown and everyone at the party followed him. Eddie and Layla stopped but were still holding each other as they were howling every number too.
7! 6! 5!
<Wanna start the new year with a bang?> he couldn’t help thinking as they smiled at each other during the count.
4! 3!
<Ok, that’s enough, I’m done! I’ll kiss him! Just like that. But what if he doesn’t want to? What if he pulls away? How can I save the situation? I could kiss him and make it seem like it was a mistake. Like I could be aiming at the cheek and then oops! And then just see where it goes from there… If he gets into it, that’s great, but if he doesn’t I can always say “sorry” and laugh about it and pretend nothing happened then go cry about it in my room later> Layla’s train of thoughts was very fast in those two seconds, as she pondered about her kissing attempt.
2! 1!
<Can I be your first mistake of the year?> Eddie was disgusted but also surprised by his own creativity for pick-up lines as the last seconds of 1990 were ticking away.
HAPPY FUCKIN’ NEW YEAR!!!!!
Cornell screamed from the top of his lungs as chaos started around in the apartment at the stroke of midnight, so much that the music was barely audible, although Chris had turned back up at maximum volume.
“Happy new year, Eddie!” Layla jumped and cheered and went to kiss him on the cheek. Right, on the cheek. Her previous determination gone out of the window, as always.
Eddie kissed her cheek in turn and stood staring at her with a drunk smile, considering telling her that, talking about new year’s resolutions, he had a new one now and he was looking at it right at that moment.
“Thanks, happy new year to you too” he said instead, keeping some dignity.
<Why can’t I be uninhibited drunk instead of overthinking drunk?> Layla sighed internally as she took in Eddie’s disheveled beauty right in front of her and regretted their loser-style new year’s kisses.
“1991 will be great for you and the band, I just know that!” the girl shook him by his shoulders and it was like he snapped up from sleep.
“I trust you. You know, talking about resolutions…” Eddie started saying and it was like he could hear himself talking but couldn’t do anything to prevent it and was terrified of all the stupid shit that could come out of his mouth.
“Yeah?” she asked as Eddie wouldn’t go on but just started dancing with her instead.
“Uh, I have a new one. I didn’t mention it before because, well, it’s new” he said after Layla’s encouragement and was already saying a silent goodbye to his dignity.
<I just hope she had enough alcohol to believe I’m charming and cool>
“Ok, that’s great”
“Yeah” he said as he kept swaying in time with the music.
“And what is it?” she prompted him to talk as she thought the booze was probably starting to kick in and have the best of him.
“Not be a loser anymore” he spoke into her ear as he stopped moving and subtly tightened his hold on the girl’s hips.
“Oh. Well, that’s, that’s good”
“Pucker up now, please” he looked up into her eyes and she saw an extremely serious expression on his face.
“Wha-” Layla didn’t have time to understand what Eddie was talking about before his lips met hers in a sudden kiss.
Layla wanted so badly to let her mind wander and mull over what was happening and the possible aftermath and consequences of it but she just couldn’t. The kiss was so surprising she was caught off guard and it was just that deep type of kiss that leaves little room for thought. The rush of sensations crawling across her body was the only thing she could focus on, together with the taste of him.
Eddie pulled away only to look at her face, searching for reassurance, any hint or reaction that could tell him whether he had just fucked up big time or she liked being kissed. He had his answer in a couple of seconds, when the silent double stare broke into a mirrored dumbstruck smile.
“... Fuck it” Layla said and he thought that it was serious if she used the F word. He managed to smirk before the girl decided that whatever it meant, whatever the consequences might be, whatever his lips were bringing, she wanted more and pulled him into a new kiss.
They were lost in each other’s lips and it was like the outside world had ceased to exist. That was until a loud crash that sounded like an explosion broke the air and their kiss and brought them back to reality.
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“Jesus H. Tap-dancing Christ, what the hell was that noise?!” Sara startled, then finally realized what had been happening for God knows how much time and immediately pushed herself away from Stone.
“Sounded kinda like the roar you hear during an earthquake...” he casually observed with a smirk, touching his lips without taking his eyes off her.
“Oh, that’s magnificent… fuckin’ A, we’ll be the first ones to drop like ants!” she growled, then kicked him in the leg “What the fuck are you waiting for?? Stand up, I need to go out!”
“After all the trouble I went to come here? Over my dead body, missy”
“You’re asking for it” she kicked him again “I’ve got zero problems with killing you to save myself: you’ll be just a fatality caused by the earthquake”
“Only if you’re gonna cry at my funeral – first row, with a Hepburn LBD and this exact perfume” he went on, grabbing her ankle and trying to pull her close.
“... you’re a sick motherfucker, you know that?” Sara shook him off, pushed him aside while he was guffawing and finally reached the handle “I’m not done with you”
“That’s exactly what I was hoping you would say, Scout”
“Go eat a dick, Boo Radley” she gave him a last fake smile then stormed out the bathroom with her ears and cheeks boiling.
<Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick, let’s hope nobody noticed my absence… that son of a gun needs a good kicking>
The girl stopped for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath and wondering if her lipstick had survived the havoc that Gossard had bestowed upon it, then craned her neck to see if anybody had seen what she had been up to, to no avail: the hall was empty, because apparently everybody had gathered in the living room.
“Ames, I already told ya I’m fuckin’ sor-”
“What the fuck should I do with your apologies, Chris?? Wipe my ass, that’s what I’m gonna do!” Jeff was shouting at his (ex) friend “What am I supposed to tell the landlord?? ‘My friend thought that shooting a goddamn confetti cannon against the ceiling would be a brilliant idea’?! That would surely make everything easy for me, yes sirree!”
<Do not think about that idiot’s ass, Fancini, and focus on the main news: no earthquake and Mr. Montana’s imminent ass-kicking provided by his landlor-fuck, I thought about his ass, didn’t I?>
Sara looked up, first of all trying to figure out how much did Chris actually fuck up and also to take her mind off the bassist’s butt. She noticed quite a large hole in the ceiling and a few confetti remains hanging from it.
“You can always say it’s installation art” Steve suggested as Lukin on his side couldn’t seem to take off his squinting eyes from the confetti cannon disaster.
“Yeah, it surely… uhm, transformed the perception of the space” Layla remarked, as Sara briefly looked at her friend and couldn’t help but notice Eddie’s arm looped around her waist – she didn’t think too much of it.
“Sure! And it will transform the landlord’s perception too as he won’t hesitate invading our personal space to kick our asses!” Jeff flailed his arms around in frustration, while Sara silently cursed him for mentioning his cute ass once again.
“Come on, it’s not bad! I mean, it is bad, but not that much. Nothing that can’t be repaired” Matt pointed out, trying to save his bandmate from the homicidal instincts of Ament.
“Sure it can be repaired. At our expenses, of course” Jeff rubbed his face with his hands, trying to stay calm, but the people around him didn’t help.
“Oh! You could ask the construction company that’s fixing our apartment! They’re not too expensive” Layla thought this would cheer the guy up a little but apparently she was wrong.
“Well, thanks a lot, Four Eyes! They’re cheap and all but considering how quick they’re working at your place, do you think they’ll have the fuckin’ hole fixed on time for the next New Year’s party?”
“Come on, Jeff, let’s not ruin the party now” Vedder exchanged a reassuring look with Layla and went to lighten up his bandmate’s mood.
“Me? It wasn’t me, Chris ruined it” Ament shrugged and Cornell rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time.
“How many times do I have to apologize to you?”
“Listen, we’ll think about something tomorrow, I’ll try and see if I can do something. Tomorrow, though. Today we’re celebrating, ok?” Eddie went on and his attempt at keeping his friend calm wasn’t totally uninterested.
<The sooner Jeff relaxes, the sooner we’ll all go back to the party and the sooner I’ll go back to the smooching> he thought, hoping he was really just thinking and not saying the word smooch aloud.
“How sweet of him, improvising as a mason… I bet he’d pass himself off as a firefighter or a fuckin’ astronaut just to resume his favourite activity” Turner murmured under his breath, still bearing a sort of grudge against him because of Layla.
“Hey, what’s happening he-OH. Jeffrey, how many times did I tell you not to do jumping jacks at home? You know you’re not exactly as light as a feather” Stone appeared out of nowhere and Sara had almost forgotten their escapade and was chuckling at his joke – at least until she turned to look at him and noticed a faint trace of her lipstick in the corner of his bottom lip.
“HAHAHAHA OH, SHUT UP GOSSARD, GIVE HIM A BREAK!” the girl laughed exaggeratedly and shoved her hand upon Stone’s mouth as to playfully shush him up, but actually to subtly remove any evidence.
<A flamethrower would be more effective but this will do for now> she thought as she felt a sort of satisfaction in almost suffocating the guy.
Stone didn’t lose his composure and with a quick move he took her wrist, twisted it lightly, kissed her hand and smirked.
“As you wish, Miss! How can I say no to such a gentle request?”
Everybody turned to look at them with their faces scrunched up like crumpled paper; the color drained immediately from Sara’s face when she realized that all her previous caution had just been destroyed by the cocky attitude of her ex-friend.
Silence was reigning until Ament cleared his throat: “Ok ok, considering everybody’s at least as wasted as Stone, we clearly can’t do anything now anyway” he paused and looked at Stone and Sara with a weird feeling gnawing at him that he couldn’t put a name on “You’re right, Ed, we’ll think about it tomorrow”
“... Confetti hole” Lukin said out of the blue, while Chris turned the music back up and everyone went back to their own business.
“Yeah, 1991 started with a bang” Steve snorted.
“It looks like the sun” his friend said seriously.
“Midnight sun”
“Confetti sun, like it looks like the sun but it’s fake”
“Uh-uh”
“Confetti hole sun. Wouldn’t it be a great song title?” Lukin’s face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Yeah yeah, sure. Come on, let’s go have a drink” Steve shook his head and led his bandmate to the kitchen as the party slowly started again.
#Eddie Vedder#Jeff Ament#Pearl Jam#Eddie Vedder fanfiction#Pearl Jam fanfiction#grunge fanfiction#Jeff Ament fanfiction#Birds of a Feather#chapters
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song shuffle game
tagged by @kingcrookback!
shuffle your “on repeat” playlist and post the first ten tracks:
01. cat people (putting out fire) // david bowie
still this pulsing night, a plague i call a heartbeat.
just be still with me -
you wouldn’t believe what i’ve been through.
02. judas // lady gaga
i want to love you, but something’s pulling me away from you.
03. stuck in the middle with you // stealers wheel
trying to make some sense of it all,
but i can see it makes no sense at all.
is it cool to go to sleep on the floor?
’cause i don’t think that i can take any more.
04. immortals // fall out boy
it might be your wound, but they’re my sutures.
05. the tide is high // blondie
i’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that.
06. half the world away // oasis
and when i leave this planet,
you know i’d stay but i just can’t stand it.
and i can feel the warning signs running around my mind.
07. hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it // lana del rey
don’t ask if i’m happy,
you know that i’m not,
but at best, i can say i’m not sad.
08. anyone who had a heart // cilla black
anyone who ever loved could look at me
and know that i love you
anyone who ever dreamed could look at me
and know i dream of you
09. fortunate son // creedence clearwater revival
some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
oh, they send you down to war.
and when you ask ’em, how much should we give?
oh, they only answer, more, more, more!
it ain’t me, it ain’t me - i ain’t no military son.
10. to you i bestow // mundy
kiss me and tell me it’s not broken
kiss me and kiss me till i’m dead
see, i’ll give you the stars from the bruised evening sky
and a crown of jewels for your head, now
@venusofsuburbia show us some tunes!
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Quick Thoughts: Scott Adams Does It Again, More Removals, ReBoot and Halloween Schedule
Hello all you happy ghouls and goblins. It's almost spooky season so that means it's time for the most haunting thing of all.. an old man yelling at the world in a comic strip. Also my halloween schedule
Halloween Schedule:
I've decided to shift in how I reveal my review schedule. I used to keep it on the blog but the combination of how long it takes to edit when this has to change frequently (as I don't book most comission slots in advance), and the fact Tumblr has made it so hard to access that even Kev, my most loyal reader, barely uses it, i'm just going to put them out here every month. As always schedule slippage and what not may apply.
October:
10/2:
Garfield's Halloween
Monthly Muppets: Muppets Haunted Mansion
The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals
10/9:
Watchmen: Two Riders Approaching
Army of Darkness: Ashes 2 Ashes
The Owl House: Thanks to Them
10/16:
More Than Meets The Eye #2
Paranorman
Mission HIll: One Bang for Two Brothers
10/23:
Evil Dead 2: Beyond Dead by Dawn
Emma Patreon
Scooby Doo Poll Winner!
As you can see this year's halloween is less focused but as a result is giving you more spooky goodness for your buck with an all time classic halloween special, the start of a look at the spooktacular hatchetfield series (moved up to concide with Starkid's ongoing campign to hopefully drum up some numbers for stretch goals), more Evil Dead as we take a look at two of Ash's comics, the LONG delayed fan voted on look at paranorman and another poll this time for SCOOBY DOOBY DOO! I watched every movie with my good friend @jess-the-vampire and now you fine folks get to pick from the ones my patreons and jess pick out for you. Poll will be forthcoming.
In non horror news, we have the begining of the end for Owl House, my annual look at mission hill for the keviversary, and more transformers and watchmen. Pretty spooky huh folks?
Scott Adams VS the Environment
So yeah for those who didn't know, and i'm sad to inform you, Scott Adams who created the comic strip Dilbert and highly influenced a medium I love, comic strips.. ended up becoming, or maybe always was and just got more obvious with it in the trump era right wing maga loving douchecanoe. I already disowned him and got rid of all my dilbert when previously the man tried to use a school shooting to promote his side hustle. It's very sad to me a strip I genuinely used to love is now dead to me because it's creator is such a dick.
That being said I can still get some laughs from his behaviors as this morning I read an article. Apparently in recent dilbert strips Scotty talked about ESG's, essentially a way to get corporations to stop being captain planet villians and start being captain planet. Understadanbly being rightwing talking points given shape, form and a popular comic strip, Scott Adams thinks this is stupid and ranted about it in his comic strip
Yeah not only is that as far as I can tell not how they work, and an unfunny shot at necessary diversity, but the second strip is just baffling. Apparently Scott introduced a black man who identifies as white, which is not only very much not a thing, but also clearly designed with the same good faith arguging as my dad saying he could marry his cat if gay marriage passed. It's dumb
But the article, which I highly recommend, shows it SOMEHOW gets dumber. Yest shooting himself in the foot on gay sterotyping, gender queer sterotyping, trans sterotyping and just plain being a decent human wasn't enough. No he also encourages employees to send their employers these strips. The article even mentions wanting to see that because it'd be geninely funnier than either of these
I have my own two cents: Since when has ANY boss ever listened to a dilbert strip. Scott himself pre going off a cliff while yelling MAGA!, menteioned in a collection how bosses would ask employees to take strips down. Big Corpos aren't going to listen to the right thing for GOOD reasons. WHy would they listen to their employees?
"Oh wow the guy who draws dilbert is mad at us better get rid of these tax breaks for doing the bare minimum of basic human decency so we don't offend the mighty Scott Adams"
Scott Adams fall is just.. pathetic at this stage. It's shame he's sunk this low but boy is it fun to watch
HBO Max and Netflix remove shows
Whelp SOMEHOW HBO Max isn't done, as it's removing both Tigtone and Lazer Wulf. Both shows I hadn't seen and really wasn't intrested in, but both shows that don't deserve this. It appears nothing is safe. The only possibly GOOD news is that CN shows are popping up on hulu as of late, meaning we MIGHT see some of the abandoned shows pop up elsewhere and they MIGHT be pivoting from Tax Writeoff to just selling their ip's for parts, which isn't GREAT, but it's still better as it least it means Close Enough might land eleswhere along with everything else they threw away.
Netflix is also getting in on it, removing one their first originals and a show I forgot existed and will probably again, Hemlock Grove. Hopefully this isn't the same nonsense and this trend dosen't continue. I mean I wouldn't be sad if I couldn't watch Rake the forgotten Will Arnett comedy you didn't know existed about a guy who gives adivce to people, but it's still weird to just throw out content you've already invested in at best and terrible at worst. It's not AS bad as HBO Max because unlike HBO Max netflix might NEED the tax writeoff as it tries to rebalance books and makes incresingly sketchy decisions, but it's still not great and I HOPE other streamers don't pick up on this.
Reboot early thoughts
Finally because this coudln't get any weirder, my thoughts on the recent Hulu sitcom Reboot which aired it's first three episodes this week. Which is a WEIRD model, as you'd think two would be enough.
Reboot is a sitcom starring the wonderful Rachel Bloom of Crazy Ex Girlfriend, a show I haven't watched but do know for it's charming musical numbers. LIke this one!
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... why HAVEN'T I watched this through.
Anyways reboot follows Hannah, an indie darling whose latest film has given her the clout to do whatever she wants, so she pitches to Hulu a reboot of the old sitcom step right up about a couple marrying and dealing with both their precious son and the boys father.
So naturally they get everyone else back on board: Reed Sterling, played to pretentious perfectoin by Kegan Micheal Key whose finally found his second wind after a few failed shows post his best friend and former comedy partner becoming one of the greatest horror directors ever, a theater trained actor who left the show in a huff and now returns assured that original series creator Gordon is coming nowhere near it and leaving his equally pretentious girlfriend in new york, Clay Barber, the formerly drugged out mess, now a burnt out barely functioning but entirely jolly and likeable wreck of a man played by Johnny Knoxville being amazingly deadpan, Bree Marie Jensen played by a beautifulyl unhinged judy greer clearly channeling Cheryl, a primia donna actress turned duchess and Reed's ex with the chemistry naturally still being there, and Zack, a goofy awkward former child star who spent the rest of his career in awful teen films for what i'm assuming is disney channel. Naturally he's played by former Disney Channel star Calumn Worthy, who was on the terrible disney sitcom austin and ally which I reviewed. In the review I mentioned this show and that Calumn would likely do better. And I was right he was capable.. and suprised tha the ended up stealing the whole goddman show from a buffet of far more seasoned comedy actors. Don't get me wrong, EVERYONE here is great from Reed's up his own ass smuggery, to Bree frequently mockign reed to Clay freaked out talking about his Zack's mom gave him an orange slice after sex and called him a good boy and telling Zack not to punch him in the nose as "my septum's hanging on by a thread'
It's Calum who steals the show as he talks about "How cool is it we're all adults who have had sex?" has to constantly remind people who is is and awkardly treis to bond with Clay after Clay sleeps with his mom twice. Worthy is game to not only make fun of his own history but be the charming awkward goofus this series needs. Zack tends to have the best lines.
Of course this being hollywood, Gordon naturally comes back and Hannah nearly quits, as does Sterling. He ends up relenting on it as they ALL need this: Sterling hasn't worked a paid gig in a year (and it was for a hemroid commerical), Bree needs the gig as her divorce was under "kettle law" thus meaning she barely got anything, Clay need sit becaues "bad stuff finds me" when he's not working, and Zack needs it because shockingly teen movies don't like actors who need hairplugs playing teens. Weird given Disney hired a 30 year old once to play a 16 year old. Maybe it was a policy change
So they beg Hannah to come back, allowing the cast to maintain some dignity while still getting the money. That's when we get the big twist of episode 1 and the one that realy makes the show: Gordon, played by the legendary Paul Reiser playing peek douchebag, is Hannah's dad from the marriage before the one he based Step Right Up on and is introducing a new child in the pilot as the long lost child of Reed's character/Gordon's Self Insert to retake the story.
So now we get botht he intresting story of a father trying to come to terms with the crap he did while still being a huge old school douche, his daughter trying not to throttle him, and the rest of the crew dealing with all their shit including an inexperinced reality star gordon hires fresh off fuck buddy mountain (which if it wans't a show before this certainly will be now) , Reed and Bree's sexual tension and as I mentioned Clay nailing Zack's mom who creepily attends al lher sons performances. The cast has great chemistry, the jokes are high and this is set to be one of the best comedis of the season. Go check it out. And thanks for reading.
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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
Dark!Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: It’d been a rough few weeks with study groups running into the late hours of the morning. Not to mention the sleep you had been getting was…disturbed. The nightmares had become more frequent and increasingly vivid. Almost as though it was…dare you say it…real.
Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Darker Themes. Murder mentioned. Mild violence. Horror elements.
Word Count: 8,118
A/N: Idea loosely based on Nightmare On Elm Street 🔪 Happy Halloween folks 👻🎃👻🎃 This is my attempt for Kinktober. Enjoy xoxo
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One, two, The Hood’s coming for you,
Three, four, better lock your door,
Five, six, grab your crucifix,
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late,
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
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Dallas flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder, green eyes swimming with mischief, “So d’you guys remember I was working with this girl on my thesis last week?”.
“Carly?”, Lex raised her eyebrow before huffing out a breath of air. Her ebony fringe dangling down into her hazel eyes.
“Ok, ok so you heard what happened then…”, Dallas bit her bottom lip.
“I heard she died…”, Lex shuddered and focused her attention back to the open book in front of her, “Why are you even talking about this? She's dead…”.
“It’s so freaky”, Dallas shuddered, “Last week we were getting a pumpkin spiced latte and now…there’s a college memorial for her next week”.
You listened but didn’t say anything, repeatedly reading the same sentence over and over. You tapped your pen impatiently against the paper, trying to get further down the page but you struggled.
Lex took a long sip of her green tea, “So is you talking about it”.
You dropped your pen down and glared at your two friends, “Guys come on, we should be focusing on this essay”.
Dallas leaned forward, grinning like a cat, “Come on Y/N, aren’t you a little curious to hear about what really happened?”.
You scoffed, “All I'm hearing is that you're gonna work alone on your thesis”.
“Oh shut up”, Dallas shoved you playfully before looking between you and Lex, “Ok so I heard from someone…”.
Lex laughed, “Love it when you can't cite the source”.
“Just shut up! You’re spoiling the momentum of the story”, Dallas dropped her low voice, “This is uber creepy…So apparently the MO is very similar to a series of killings a few years ago…”.
A chill bristled down your spine and you couldn’t shake the icy feeling wrapping around your bones.
“The more we talk about it the more we sound like the kids who die first…Dallas…let’s just carry on with this essay. Dr. Wilson won’t give us an extension”.
Lex leaned closer to Dallas, a sly grin on her lips as she looked towards you, “Ignore Captain buzzkill over there and tell us more!!”.
Dallas giggled and slammed her book shut, making you jump a little, “There was a serial killer called The Hood, about six years ago…he killed eight sorority girls before he was gunned down by the police”.
Dallas grabbed her phone from her back pocket and started searching the web. She turned the phone as she found the article she wanted. She was right. Apparently, The Hood had put up quite a fight, taking down several officers before falling himself.
“Freaky…”, Lex looked over Dallas’ phone before smirking, “I do remember hearing about that…I also remember that he was hot”.
You snorted, “Your fucking priorities!!”.
“What?!”, Lex defended shamelessly, “He was…didn’t you ever see a photo of him in the Gotham Times?”.
Yawning, you shook your head, “No…I have better things to do than thirst over serial killers”. You stretched in the chair and felt the clicks of your neck. You’d been hunched over for far too long. You needed a break.
Dallas pulled up another article on her phone and turned it to show you a photo of The Hood, “Come on Y/N…you can’t tell me he isn’t the epitome of tall, dark and handsome”.
You let your eyes scan over the photo of The Hood. You didn’t want to admit it but she was right. He was absolutely gorgeous. His muscles bulged perfectly, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours. You swallowed. His hair was dark, dropping down messily into those stunning eyes of his. He was called Jason - before the press dubbed him The Hood. Jason Todd. The son of a wealthy billionaire in Gotham. You felt a shiver run down your neck, like fingertips. Tracing shapes into your skin.
“I-I guess so…if you’re into that sorta thing”, you brushed it off and tugged your hoodie closer around you. Maybe Dallas had left the window open again, letting the bitter air in.
“Like you aren’t”, Lex teased with a smirk curving her lips.
You rolled your eyes, “I’m going to make myself a coffee, you guys better be working when I get back”, you stood up, grabbing your empty coffee cup. Caffeine would definitely make you feel better.
“Whatever bitch”.
“Love you too”, you grinned and brushed past them both, purposely messing up Lex’s hair.
“Don’t forget to make us one too!”, Dallas shouted through to you.
“I will- I will!”, you swept into the kitchen and grabbed another two mugs from the cupboard.
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Filling the kettle with water, you yawned again when you flicked it on. You rested your hip against the kitchen worktop as you listened to the water boiling. The whistling sound ringing through your mind. You’d set all three cups up ready to be filled. The strong scent of coffee wafting through the air.
You closed your eyes briefly, letting yourself relax. You figured you had another three hours worth of work. Which made you want to cry in happiness and frustration.
The kettle screeched loudly as it neared boiling point. You felt a warm flush wash over you, almost as though someone was standing behind you. Pressing you into the counter.
Feather light touches stroked up your arms, making your skin goose pimple. You wanted to sink into the feeling. So soft and gentle. You tipped your head back, eyes still closed. What was going on?
A gasp left your mouth, as you felt what replicated lips, pressing against the sensitive spot behind your ear. Your eyes shot open and you turned around rapidly.
No one was there.
What the fuck.
You glanced to the left. The window was closed, the Venetian blinds shut so no one could peer in. It couldn’t have been a breeze. Moving forwards, you walked up to the window and pried the blinds apart, looking out into the black night. The street lights illuminated the street barely.
Why did you feel like someone was still watching you?
“Y/N?”, Dallas’ voice made you jump and you let out a high pitch squeak.
“Sorry- didn’t mean to startle you”, she giggled and rested against the door frame, “You were taking ages and I wondered what you were doing”.
“Oh - sorry!”, you mumbled and rushed over to the kettle, pouring the steaming water into the cups quickly, “I-I was just daydreaming”.
“About the hunky Hood?”, she grinned cheekily.
“You’re an idiot”.
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It’d been a rough few weeks with study groups running into the late hours of the morning. Not to mention the sleep you had been getting was…disturbed. The nightmares had become more frequent and increasingly vivid. Almost as though it was…dare you say it…real.
Leaning back on your chair, you stretched your arms above your head, hearing your back and neck click in several places it probably shouldn’t. You hummed under your breath and cast your eyes back up to your professor, desperately trying to concentrate on the lecture you knew you’d be quizzed on shortly.
Dr. Wilson, he’d been talking for 15 minutes straight about the strange phenomenon of phantom limbs. The deep, husky lull of his voice rang through your mind and coaxed you into closing your eyes.
You snapped them open and bolted upright in the chair, forcing yourself into perfect posture. He’d be issuing the exam any moment. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.
Stay awake. Must stay awake. You repeated over and over. Letting the words seep into your frayed mind, hoping somehow it would make a difference.
The quiz paper landed on your desk, Slade’s dark voice fading into the distance. Your eyes traced over the questions. Relief washed through you as the confidence grew. You knew this.
Starting to scrawl down your answers to the first few questions, the words began to waver and you frowned. Rubbing your eyes you glared at the words, trying to understand what they were saying.
Question 6 - Name the first 5 victims of The Hood.
What the…
You frowned. What kind of quiz was this? Was Dr. Wilson playing some kind of sick joke? You skipped the question, looking at the next one.
Question 7 - What did The Hood leave at every crime scene?
This was definitely some sort of prank. Maybe Dallas had given you a false paper. She had been the one to delve into all this Hood lore. Nonsense. You looked up and noticed everyone around you was silent, scribbling away. Like you should be.
You swallowed and looked back at your paper. Everything from the paper had gone missing. Only one question was printed on the paper.
QUESTION - What does The Hood want to do with Y/N?
The pen fell from your hand at the question and you couldn’t stop the gasp that left your lips. Your skin prickled and you felt an icy chill flood over your skin. The classroom around you started to decay and grow darker.
You looked up towards the front of the class. Instead of Dr. Wilson you saw a much younger man. Messy, jet black hair flopping into stormy blue eyes. He was propped up against an oak desk, a pristine black shirt stretched across his chest.
The Hood…Jason Todd.
He winked, a cheeky smirk curving his lips, “Don’t worry princess, you’ve still got 5 minutes to answer that question…take your time - I wouldn’t want you to miss any…detail”.
Pushing back, your chair scraped across the floor making a dreadful screeching sound that bounced off the walls. You stood up and looked around desperately for an exit. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, the sound pounding in your ears.
Jason moved off the desk gracefully, for a man of his size and stature, “Or we could always go with the oral presentation of the question instead?”. His tongue rolled over the word and his eyes glittered with mischief.
You pushed your chair, letting it clatter against your desk. Panicking, you tried to pinch yourself awake. Wincing as your rouge nails dug into your flesh.
“You think those old tricks will work?”, he let out a bark of laughter, making his way across to you, “You know me better than that sweetheart”.
Stumbling backwards, you looked side to side for an exit. Your fringe stuck to your damp forehead. You needed to get away from him.
He clicked his tongue dismissively and within a split second, he pinned you to the door of the classroom, pressing his hard body into yours, “I didn’t dismiss the class darling, where d’you think you’re going?”.
You wriggled against him, writhing further into his hold, “Please let me go. I-- I didn't do anything to you”, your voice whimpered.
“Didn't do anything?”, he scoffed, letting his calloused hands drag over your body, “You've been teasing me this whole time, sweetheart”.
You shivered under his touches, feeling yourself heat at his rough caress. His thumbs danced dangerously close to the hem of your skirt and you flinched.
“Please!!”, you tried to push him off you but Jason was a solid wall of muscle, barely budging an inch.
Jason chuckled, “You want this too”, he turned his palm, starting to slide it up your inner leg.
You didn’t want to admit the way his hands sparked hot desire rippling across your skin. Something no one else had made you feel before. Your skin flushed and you looked up into his icy eyes, wondering what part of his soul was left behind them. If anything.
“C'mon sweetheart, no need to be shy. We both know you’ve been dreaming of me…why do you think I’m here?”, he teased, his breath warm as it fanned down your neck.
You tried to push him but this time he retaliated, slamming his free palm into the wall behind you. The vibration ricocheted in your chest. Jason dipped his head into the junction of your neck and inhaled deeply, absorbing the strong scent of your perfume.
“Fuck”, he growled and his lips ghosted along your supple flesh, “Your perfume drives me fucking crazy”.
Trapped against the solid wood of the door and Jason’s bulk, you struggled again, feeling a flare of anger burst through you. How dare he touch you. Be so intimate with you. What gave him the right?!
“F-fuck you”.
Your outburst made him laugh, “Oh trust me sweetheart, I intend to”. He gripped your inner thigh hard, causing a palm shaped bruise to imprint on your skin, almost burning through your flesh. You flung your head back, feeling it crack against the wood as the pain scorched your insides.
“You look so pretty, all marked up for me”, Jason smirked, his eyes flashing black. You bit down onto your bottom lip, white hot pain flashing through you. The metallic tang of your blood coated your mouth.
He leaned down into your space and pressed his hot lips to yours, savouring the taste of you. His husky groan stained your lips. When he pulled back, he winked, “See you real soon sweetheart”.
He smashed your head back against the door but instead of pain you bolted upright in your classroom chair. You gasped loudly, causing everyone to look at you, brows furrowed. You passed it off as a cough, smacking your chest for good measure. It seemed to pacify them.
Your friend Dallas, gave you a knowing look and scrunched her nose, “You can’t sleep in Wilson’s lectures…if he finds out, you know he’ll kick you out”.
Trying to get your breathing back under control, you reached across the small divide and squeezed her hand tightly. Warmth. She was real. You felt her grip back tighter, her face washed with worry.
“What the- Y/N are you ok?”.
“I'm-- I'm fine…sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you”, you pulled your hand back suddenly and used it to tuck a strand of hair back. You felt the inside of your thigh throbbing with pain. You didn’t need to look to know Hood’s handprint would be blossoming there.
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Stumbling through your bedroom door, you giggled quietly as you closed it. Pressing your weight against it. You put your finger to your lips to shush yourself and giggled more, the girlish laughter spilling from your tacky lips. Your lip-gloss was smeared, the peach flavour mingling with the bittersweet taste of vodka.
The sorority party had been excellent. Just what you needed after a long, stressful week. You’d spent the entire night laughing, dancing and playing drinking games with your friends.
Someone had even invited the football team. You had to admit, one of the team in particular had caught your eye. The tall, cocky left back, Roy Harper. He’d certainly taken a liking to you too. His thick biceps finding their way around your frame. Tugging you closer whenever the opportunity arose. Whispering in your ear, letting his breath fan down your neck, making you tingle in all the right places. His fiery auburn hair caught the cheap neon fairy lights in the dorm house, making him just that more handsome.
You hummed as you teetered across to your bed, tripping over a pair of your knee high boots. You cursed but chuckled. You’d never been one for keeping things neat and tidy. You made a mental note to move those when you woke up in the morning.
Flopping down onto your bed, you let out a loud sigh of happiness, sinking into the numerous pillows and blankets. You melded into them. Feeling like you were resting on a fluffy marshmallow. You closed your eyes to stop the room from spinning. It didn’t help. How much did you drink again? Maybe it was the shots. It was definitely that. Roy had insisted on tequila. Nothing good happens after tequila.
You tugged one of the blankets up and around your body, letting yourself drift away into an easy sleep. Something you hadn’t had for a while now. The alcohol helped, numbing your senses.
You felt the world melt away around you as you drifted from reality to dream. Colours swirling around you. Music dull in the distance. It faded slowly, ebbing into nothing.
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Plush silk danced up the inside of your thigh. Wet heat left in its wake. You stirred and a kittenish moan left your lips. Leaning more into the inviting touch, you felt the scratch of stubble rubbing along your skin. Lighting up your nerves as it went.
“Mm…”, you shivered and let your legs fall apart. You swore you heard a smug chuckle, but it was so faint you weren’t sure.
A brush of air blew across your body. Completely bare. Your mind fragmented a little. You didn’t remember taking any of your clothes off when you came back.
Another searing touch pressed to the junction of your legs, pausing all thought. You gasped and arched your back. It felt so good but it was so far away from where you needed it. You whimpered, circling your hips.
Chapped lips and sharp teeth dragged over your skin, nipping perfectly making you quiver. Your hands flew south, tangling in soft curls. They felt wonderful threaded between your delicate fingers.
Teasingly, the lips pressed a tender kiss to your clit before pulling away completely. You mewled, aching for more.
“Ple-oh!”, the surprised sob cracked from your throat as the hot, wet tongue swept through your folds. Flicking over your sensitive bud each time. Your fingers knotted in the hair, pulling hard. The euphoria prickled through your nerves, making you hazy.
Jason looked up at you, admiring the way your body writhed with pleasure. He grinned and delved back into your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking it. A mangled bunch of syllables dropped like nectar from your lips. It was a torn up version of his name he imagined.
Rough fingers parted your sopping folds, before pushing in deep. He groaned into your core as your tight walls fluttered around his digits. Fuck, if you felt this good around his fingers, how would you feel stretching around his thick cock?
Your hips ground down onto him, moaning louder with each thrust. He smirked. Jason had always wondered how you’d sound and look as you came apart.
“Oh! Roy!”, you gasped and flung your head back into the pillows. Your orgasm brimming.
Jason stopped suddenly. The name that you cried felt like a venomous sting. He scowled and tried to pull away.
“No!”, you pleaded in a beautiful saccharine voice, “Please-please don’t stop…please!”. Your fingers wound into his locks, trying to pull him back to your pussy. Desperate to cum.
He started kissing back up your inner thighs. Who was he to refuse you, when you sounded so perfect begging. He’d make you realise exactly who it was who made you feel this good.
You sighed happily when you felt the kisses building back up. The coil in your stomach tightened again deliciously. You sank into the touches and carded your fingers through the silken hair, moaning quietly.
Jason grinned and quietly whispered against you, “That’s it baby, let me make you feel good”.
You froze, the ice bitter in your veins when you realised who it was between your thighs. That dark, husky voice with a little bite to it. The Bowery accent, thick with lust. Jason…
He nipped your flesh playfully and held down your hips with his strong forearm, preventing you from wriggling away. You were pinned and about to take his sweet torture. Exquisite. You shivered as his breath brushed over your pussy, the heat making your insides dance. God he made you feel good, “…P-please…”, you murmured, your voice barely audible. The alcohol gave you false confidence. You wanted him to tip you over the edge. You needed it so badly, your core throbbing with desire.
Jason grunted and mouthed over your pussy, savouring your slick, “You taste amazing”.
You shook, the tremors travelling over your flesh, preening from sensitivity.
“I’ll make you feel ten times what that chump would”, the possessive flare of his tone sent shivers up your spine. Hidden with the unspoken promise of giving you euphoria.
He swiped his tongue over your clit and growled darkly, feeling your pulse racing. You gave in to the overwhelming senses, drowning in the foaming pit of pleasure. You cried his name. Jason. Jason. Your voice sounded like a heavenly prayer to him. His dark angel.
“Oh! Oh! Fuck!”, you purred digging your nails into his scalp as his skilful tongue worked you over the edge. Vision blurred as your climax burst behind your eyes.
“Jason…”, your voice was softer now, your orgasm making it light and fluffy. He looked up at you. Your skin was flushed, a light sheen covering it. You were practically glowing, almost floating off the bed. Jason shivered when your fingers traced his sharp jawline. He’d never been touched that way before.
“Jason”, you tried again, feeling yourself falling back into a peaceful slumber.
Jason rose up, sliding up your body, letting you feel that he too was bare. His hard muscles and rippled abs pressed along your supple flesh, making you sigh. His hot, hard cock rested against your inner thigh, pressing into the bruise he’d given you last week.
“Sleep princess”, he muttered, kissing the corner of your plump lips. You could smell your arousal on him, the taste faint as he laid more kisses on you.
“Sleep now…‘cause believe me…”, he dipped down, teasing the head of his shaft between your folds, “…You’re gonna need it”.
Your eyes sprung open and you sat upright on your bed, sweat dripping down your forehead. Your fingers clutched the blanket tightly, holding it protectively against your body. You looked down. You were completely clothed. The same clothes you wore to the party, slightly dishevelled but still on you.
You ran a hand through your hair and tried to control your thoughts. Closing your eyes to try and centre yourself. It was just a dream. Just another weird dream. Wasn’t it? Why did it feel so real if it was just a dream? Why were your panties completely drenched? When you re-opened your eyes, you looked over at your bedside table and felt your stomach drop.
A rotten, wilted, black rose.
Just like what The Hood left at each of his crime scenes.
Fuck.
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One, two, The Hood’s coming for you,
Three, four, better lock your door,
Five, six, grab your crucifix,
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late,
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
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72 hours. Your hand was shaking as you reached into the bathroom cabinet for the Pro-Plus. You couldn’t go back to sleep. No. The Hood had shaken you completely. Terrified you. You had no idea what he would do if you fell back under.
You grabbed the bottle and slammed the cabinet closed, staring at your gaunt face in the mirror. Your eyes were bloodshot, dark bags framing them. Your skin was pale with a layer of sweat covering it. You looked like death but felt even worse. Fuck, you wanted to rest so badly. But you couldn’t.
You unscrewed the cap off the bottle after five attempts. When did something so simple become so difficult? You could do this. Just another few pills until you figured out how to stop The Hood.
BANG.
There was a loud hammering on the bathroom door causing you to drop the bottle into the sink. The tablets disappeared down the plug hole in taunting slow motion.
“Y/N!! What are you doing in there?! Other people need to use the bathroom too you know!!”, your roommate’s voice boomed through the door, laced with irritation.
You sobbed silently as you picked up the bottle realising it was empty. You were completely and utterly fucked. It was 11:30pm. The nearest chemist was at least 45 minutes away. Oh god. You couldn’t drive in this condition. Fuck.
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1:45am. You laid on your bed, every light in your room was on. You just couldn’t fall asleep. Several books were laid open around you. Desperately seeking answers. Something would have answers, surely?
Your laptop was propped on your thighs, the brightness of the screen burning your eyes. All you’d found was a few newspaper articles about Jason's crimes back in the 80’s. The young man, a socialite's son, guilty of murdering eight sorority girls in their rooms in the dead of night, with a serrated blade. All of similar descriptions. A black wilted rose left at every scene. A lock of their hair, cut and taken.
Your eyes flickered over his features. It was definitely the man who’d been haunting your dreams. The media had used a photo from a charity gala. He was handsome in a roguish way, even in the tuxedo. Jet black hair falling into his ice blue eyes. If only he wasn’t a maniac. You sighed deeply and rubbed the heel of your palms into your eyes. Maybe another strong coffee would help.
“Not a bad looking photo, eh princess?”, a husky voice filled your room, “I remember the night that was taken, the old man insisted”.
You froze, a tremor spreading over your skin. You didn’t dare pull your hands away from your eyes. This couldn’t be real. You were awake. Weren’t you?
Your eyes met his across the room and he smirked at you devilishly, resting casually against one of the walls. You pushed your back against the headboard of the bed, laptop crashing onto the floor loudly. You whimpered softly, feeling the tears brimming, the stories of what he did to his victims swarming your mind.
“Stay away!”.
“You sure about that? You certainly weren’t complaining before”, he taunted, licking his tongue across his bottom lip.
Grabbing the crucifix from your bedside table, you clutched it desperately to you. Surely the power of God would help you now?
“Get away from me!!”.
Jason laughed darkly and flicked his wrist letting the crucifix fly from your hands into his. He twirled it around and smirked at it, letting the gold plating shimmer in the low lighting.
“This one is pretty well designed, princess”.
“H-how?!”, you gasped. His skin wasn’t burning at touching the holy item. No smoke. Nothing. It didn’t affect him at all. What was he?!
“Cheap church tricks don’t work on me”, he grinned and threw the cross to the ground. It cracked at the force and he gave you a sinister smile, “Better luck next time”.
“But-but the rhyme!”.
That damned Hood rhyme you’d heard the college kids muttering. Usually into mirrors with candles. Trying to goad the spirit of The Hood. Some said it worked better on Halloween, when the barrier between the living and the dead was most weak.
Jason scoffed, “Child’s play, it means nothing…thought you’d know better than that, princess”.
You felt the panic seeping into your bones, making your stomach curdle and your blood race. You had no idea what to do and it was clear Jason wasn’t going anywhere.
“Stop-please!”.
“We haven’t even started”, Jason’s eyes brimmed with glee. Your fear, a potent perfume lingering in the air. Tantalising his senses. He edged closer.
You shook violently, sobbing and screaming.
“No!! No!! Stop, please!! I’m begging you!!!”.
“Y/N?! Y/N!!”, Lex shook you harder and your eyes opened darting around the room. Jason was gone.
“L-Lex??”.
“Y/N- Fuck. I thought you were being murdered! You were screeching so loud…you woke me up…and the others”, Lex poised herself on the edge of your bed and stroked your cheek. The tingles of her skin on yours made you feel safe.
“Are you ok?”.
“Yeah-yeah”, your voice cracked and you grabbed the cold coffee beside you, taking a large gulp to soothe your drying throat.
She arched an eyebrow, clearly not believing you. Lex went to speak but you cut her off quickly.
“It was just a bad dream…honest. I’m sorry I disturbed you…go back to sleep. I’ll be fine”.
You gave her the biggest, warm smile you could muster. Hoping it’d put her off from asking anymore questions. She seemed satisfied and moved off your bed, heading towards the door.
“Goodnight Y/N”, she murmured, switching off the bright overhead light, closing the door behind her.
Your throat constricted tightly as soon as the lock of the door clicked into place. You saw the red writing etched into the floor length mirror. Maybe it was your scarlet lipstick but you knew better…
“See you soon Princess”.
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The thin, winding trees twisted into the dark skies. Curling viciously towards the red head running through them. Sweating dripped down his spine as he panted heavily. The twigs snapped under his feet as he sprinted, desperately trying to flee whatever it was that was chasing him.
The growl that ripped through the dank, winter air was chilling. It sunk into his bones, making them rattle with fear. The forest was decaying. The rotten smell thick in his nostrils, clinging to his skin.
Roy took a sharp turn and leapt over a low hanging branch, almost falling over his feet as he landed. His heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins. The fear nipped at his periphery.
The carnivorous howl echoed loud into the night and Roy stopped for a second. Fuck. He needed oxygen. But he needed to run. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Resting his hands on his knees, he fought to catch his breath back. Trying to keep as quiet as possible.
Another husky growl carried through the forest. Sounding closer. Roy carded his fingers through his drenched hair and went to set off again but a clawed hand emerged from the floor, gripping his ankle tightly.
“FUCK!”, Roy tried to pull free but it was too strong. The hold of the hand became like iron.
Another hand shot up from the vegetation and wrapped around his other ankle, dragging him down to his knees. That same howl before roared.
Closer. So much closer.
Roy tried to reach for the nearby broken branch, hoping to beat the hands from him so he could run. Anything. Something. As he stretched out towards it, two more hands rose and pinned him to the floor.
He cried out, pulling desperately at his binds. The claws dug into his skin, ripping at the flesh and marring his skin. He winced, biting down on his lip.
The night went silent. Moonlight trickled through the spindly branches, decorating his clammy skin.
Crunch.
Roy turned his head towards the rustling of leaves. Heavy footsteps making the dying foliage crumple. Then he heard it. A dark, sinister bark of laughter followed by a cheerful whistle. Roy frowned.
“Well I must say”, the husky voice rumbled, “You’re not my usual type but…when you so openly touch what’s mine…well, you left me no choice but to visit you”. The Hood emerged from the shadows, eyes jet black and narrowed. He looked over Roy and tutted, almost ashamed of the man pinned to the floor.
What the- oh shit - oh fuck. Roy caught the wink of a blade, twirling in The Hood’s hands. Long, sharp and serrated. Roy visibly gulped and felt himself beginning to tremble.
“Please…I’m sorry-whatever I did- I’m sorry”, he begged.
Jason smirked at Roy, drinking in the paralysing fear rushing through him. It was a bittersweet wine he’d never get tired of.
He bobbed down next to Roy and patted his cheek roughly. What to do with him? Jason turned over every possibility in his mind. Which parts to cut off? Maybe his hands, for daring to touch you. Or his eyes, maybe he could rip them out, for even glancing at you. Roy seemed to sense what Jason was thinking and swallowed nervously.
“Oh don’t worry”, Jason’s voice was full of glee, “I’m just deciding where to start…should I start with the best bits…or the small bits?”. Jason glanced down towards Roy’s groin and smirked, swirling the blade contemplatively.
“Stop!!! Please!!”, Roy sobbed, the tears freely streaming down his face, “I’m sorry!! I don’t even know what I did but I’m sorry!!!”.
Jason’s temper spiked, Roy really had no idea?! Had he forgotten you so easily?! He growled and pressed his knee into Roy’s chest. Enjoying the wheeze of air he let out.
“Y/N!!”, he roared, “You thought you’d get away with touching her so freely?! You think you’re worthy of her?”.
He twisted the blade in his fingers, the metal blinking in the strips of moonlight breaking through the dead trees. Roy struggled more, panic flooding his veins.
“Please!!”, he whimpered, “Please…don’t”.
Jason dragged the tip of the blade over Roy’s cheek, not too deep to cut the flesh but harsh enough to leave an imprint. His eyes swam with mirth, “Tch, I really have no idea what Y/N saw in you…”, he scoffed, “Pathetic…you don’t even put up a fight…”.
“Just let me go…I’m sorry”, Roy squeezed his eyes shut hoping the nightmare would end.
“Well, whatever she did see…that won't be my problem anymore”, Jason laughed darkly and tightened his hold on the base of the blade.
“What the?! NO!! Please- let me go- I don’t- stop!!”, Roy struggled violently, ignoring the sharp digs of pain tearing through his wrists from the clawed hands.
“Oh no, no, no…I'm not gonna let you get away”, Jason’s smile met his eyes and he gripped Roy’s chin roughly, stopping him from squirming more, “We’ve got all night…and I intend to use my time wisely”.
Roy looked up at Jason in fear, his skin pale and cold, “Stop-please…I’ll do anything…anything!!”.
Jason pressed the blade harder into the flesh of Roy’s cheek causing a trickle of blood to run down his face. Pale white skin in dark contrast with the deep red.
Leaning down into Roy’s face, Jason muttered deeply, “She’s mine”.
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One, two, The Hood’s coming for you,
Three, four, better lock your door,
Five, six, grab your crucifix,
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late,
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
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Sitting cross legged on your bed, you turned the bottle of sleeping pills in your fingers. You knew the second you fell asleep, Jason would be waiting for you. You’d managed to get through the week by taking short naps every few hours. Ensuring you’d set yourself an alarm to wake you up if you fell too deeply into sleep.
You’d thought it was some sort of sick joke at first when Roy refused to see you, saying he’d been warned off, quite violently, by the Hood. You’d wanted to slap him, how dare he mock you. But, when he showed you dark bruising on his wrists and the slow healing carvings on his stomach, you felt sick. He was telling the truth.
Who else would Jason hurt to get to you? To make sure you were his. How many others could you let suffer at his hands because you wouldn’t sacrifice yourself to him? Dallas? Lex?
You popped open the lid on the bottle and emptied two pills into your hand. You knew what you had to do. Grabbing your water bottle you slung the pills into your mouth and washed them down with a large gulp of water.
You laid back into your pillows, taking in the scent of the fresh fabric softener you’d used that week. Lilies and bergamot. You hummed and turned into the blankets, letting sleep take over you, throwing you into Hood’s dark world.
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When you emerged, you found yourself in a beautiful mansion. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, the lights refracting onto the walls. You could hear the crackling of a fire in the living room. Turning, you saw the flames dancing in the hearth. Their amber glow mesmerising, the heat pouring from it, making the room warm and cosy.
“It’s beautiful here isn’t it?”, his voice caught you off guard as it ghosted down your neck.
You gasped and spun around. He was resting causally in the armchair by the fire, a leather bound book perched between his fingers.
“W-Where are we?”, you murmured.
He snapped the book shut and placed it on the coffee table before making his way across to you, “My home…before I became The Hood. I used to live in a big mansion on a hill…”.
You swallowed and stared at him. His blue eyes were softer, his dark hair framing them perfectly. He gave you a warm smile and edged closer to you. The strong scent of his aftershave coiling around your body.
“I’m glad you finally joined me here”.
“What do you want from me?”.
“It's simple, sweetheart”, he cornered you against the wall of the hallway carefully and tilted your chin with his calloused fingers, “I want you”.
“W-Why? Why am I so special?”, your voice shook with a mixture of fear and a hint of desire. No man had ever shown such a powerful interest in you. It sickened and electrified you at the same time. The contrast of emotions confused you.
Jason ghosted his lips over yours. The taste of scotch lingering there. He smiled when he felt your pulse speed up. He had the same effect on you, as you did him. It made his heart swell. You really were the one.
You gasped softly, remembering how his lips felt when he kissed up the inside of your thighs. How delicate they were. It muddled your mind that you craved that again. Him. He was dangerous. Dark. Enticing.
“What makes me different from those other girls you-you…slaughtered”, the words felt toxic as they slipped from your lips. Would he do the same to you? Was this his trap all along?
“You're perfect”, Jason pressed himself into you, letting you feel every inch of his solid frame. His ego flared when you shivered, your hand resting on his waist, “You’re what I’ve always been looking for…the one”.
You purred when he pressed a light kiss to your neck. Jason hummed huskily when he took in the scent of your body lotion. He could wrap himself within you forever. If you’d let him.
“I’ll stop- I promise…for you”, he whispered, nipping your earlobe.
“Y-You won't hurt anyone else?”, you let your hands work up his back, the black cotton of his shirt was so soft under your fingertips. The muscles of his back flexed at your touch.
“Not unless I need to…to keep you”.
“So…if I stay with you, you won't hurt anyone anymore?”, you clarified, finally letting your fingers weave into the hair at the back of his head.
Jason pulled away from your neck and stared down at you, eyes glimmering with the flames of the fire, “What are you saying, darling?”, he leaned closer towards your face, hot breath fanning over your lips.
“I’ll stay….here…with you”, you whimpered softly when his fingers dug into your hips possessively.
“That's what I wanted to hear…that’s what I’ve always wanted to hear”, he grinned and crashed his lips into yours with a dominance you’d never felt. You purred quietly into his mouth and the sound made him growl with desire.
Your fingers threaded further into his hair, tugging experimentally. He made a pleased sound and ground himself into you, letting you feel the outline of him. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist.
You felt yourself crashing backwards into a void. You panicked, until your back hit a satin covered bed. Jason smirked, working his kisses down your exposed neck.
“I’ve got you…don’t worry, darling”, he grinned, his calloused palm kneading up your bare thighs.
Bare. You were suddenly completely bare. As was Jason.
You gasped. The cool satin rubbed perfectly against your skin, as Jason’s heated body slid down yours. With every kiss he laid to you, his teeth followed. Nipping you. Leaving tiny marks all over your body.
You whined and arched further into him, falling helplessly into the flaming pit of desire. Jason let his tongue flick over each of your nipples before tugging them between his teeth. Groaning when you sucked in a sharp gasp of air.
“You sound so beautiful, baby…all for me”, his tongue stroked down your stomach. Dipping briefly into your navel before continuing further.
Without thinking, your legs fell further apart, inviting Jason without saying anything. He smirked against the flesh of your inner thigh, fingers drawing shapes.
“You want me to make you feel good?”.
“Y-Yes” you murmured, skin preening for his touch. Your nerves were alight, Jason knowing exactly how and where you needed him most.
“Yes what?”, he teased, blowing hot air over your sensitive clit.
You mewled and tossed your hair back into the cushions, “Please Jason…please”.
“That’s better”, he mused before curling his tongue through your folds, groaning deeply as he tasted your slick.
Soft moans of pleasure escaped your swollen lips, hips rolling to meet each stroke of his tongue. He allowed you to chase your high, desperately wanting to give you everything and more, your nails digging into his scalp.
“That’s it princess”, he murmured, “Only I can make you feel this good”.
He latched his lips around your clit and sucked it, letting his tongue flick over it rapidly. Your body went rigid with pleasure, crying his name loudly. Scorching bolts of euphoria shot through your veins.
“Jay! Oh! Jay!!”, you sobbed as the feeling burst and you shattered into an immensely powerful orgasm.
His smug smile pressed into your core and his palms groped up the insides of your thighs. Rough enough to bruise but not too much it’d hurt beyond pleasure.
Tearing himself away from your core, Jason looked up at you with half lidded eyes, bubbling thick with unspoken lust. You were a picture. One he’d burn forever into his memory. Body shaking with the bliss he’d just bestowed upon you. He knew he’d never get tired of this. You were his. The one.
Sliding back up your body, he let you feel the full length of him. His hard, defined muscles pressing into you. His throbbing length rested against your thigh, the tip damp with pearls of precum.
“You’re perfect”, he whispered against your lips, pecking them lightly. Your purr of delight made his spine tingle.
Your legs coiled around his waist, trying to pull him into you. Not wanting to wait anymore. His darkness drew you further in. Your appetite not sated in the slightest.
He scraped his teeth down the junction of your neck, kissing and leaving a plethora of marks. You looked so beautiful wearing his bruises.
“Jason…”, you pleaded, squeezing your legs around his middle, “Please…”.
He had another idea. A better idea. Jason wanted you to see how perfect you were in his arms. How you belonged together. He wanted you to know how special you really were to him. Sure, he was The Hood, but for you, for you he’d be Jason. Jason Todd.
“Turn over beautiful”, he pulled back slowly, “On your knees and face the mirror”.
Shaking, you moved onto your hands and knees. The satin felt so wonderful under your palms. Soothing the burn that was flickering all over you. You felt Jason move behind you, his fingers digging into your hips.
“Watch”, he growled. The deep timber of his voice clawed up your spine and made you shudder. There was that darkness within him. Your eyes met his in the full length mirror, they were blown wide with pure lust as he greedily took in your naked form.
“I want you to watch”, he grunted, letting his cock stroke between your soaked folds, bumping your clit, “I want you to watch yourself fall apart as I fuck you”.
You whimpered and nodded, not taking your eyes from the mirror. His muscles rippled in the candlelight, basked him in an ethereal glow. He smirked as he inched himself inside your tight pussy. Your walls spasmed and stretched around his thick girth.
“Oh!”, you almost closed your eyes but you stopped yourself just in time, watching the pleasure curl across his face and onto yours.
“Fuck…you feel so good princess”, he groaned and snapped his hips into yours harshly, forcing you take the full length of his shaft in one. You cried out, fisting your hands into the bed sheets below you.
He drove his cock into you harder, panting with every stroke as you moaned with him. The show reflecting in the mirror made you wetter. You bit down hard onto your bottom lip as the tip of Jason’s cock brushed against your g-spot. The overwhelming flood of bliss consumed you and your head dipped as you sobbed his name.
“Look at us”, he tilted your head back up, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “Look how perfect we look together”, he grinned and kissed behind your ear before rutting faster, snaking his free hand round to rub slow circles into your sensitive clit.
You cried out, singing his name, your toes curling with pleasure. You were close. Orgasm just in reach but not close enough. Jason was toying with you before he gave you it. Wanted you to know exactly who you belonged to now.
Jason growled darkly, thrusting into your pussy harder as your walls started to contract around him. His voice was deeper, dripping with lust, “Fuck- you feel perfect princess…so fucking good wrapped around my cock”.
“Jay”, you whined and with that he gripped your hair pulling it back sharply. He dragged your body upwards, letting your damp back press to his chest. You could feel his heart hammering. He must be close too. His other palm groped greedily up your body, palming your breasts. Teasing your pebbled nipples.
“Please Jason”, you begged airily, “I’m so close”.
“You're so perfect for me”, he muttered, thrusting harder into you, “And all mine”. He sunk his teeth into your neck, hard enough to bruise. You tried to scream but the pleasure erupted through your veins, white hot and fast. You shuddered violently as you hit your climax.
His brutal pace began to falter, as his cock throbbed inside your core. He groaned loudly and with a few more thrusts emptied himself inside you. Ribbons of hot white cum painted your pussy.
You whined happily and turned your face to press into his, laying soft kittenish kisses along his jaw. He shivered, the aftershocks of both your orgasms shuddering through him. His fingers pressed into your lower stomach, as he finally met your lips. Devouring them with a feverish kiss.
When he pulled away, he looked over your body in the mirror. You were beautiful before, but now covered in his markings, you were truly a vision.
Your eyes shimmered, watching him. Waiting to see what he would do next. He simply smiled and dragged his nose along yours.
“All mine”.
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Lex looked at her watch impatiently then put her hand on your door before looking back at Dallas. She shrugged, pushing Lex gently, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s been nearly 24 hours…we need to make sure she’s alright, she’d do the same for us”.
Lex nodded, “True…I just keep thinking about those campus murders…”.
“Don’t!”, Dallas warned, “That's not what’s happened”.
“Sorry…This just isn’t like her”, Lex muttered. She felt slightly guilty about picking your door lock. But, no one had heard anything from you for the last 24 hours and well…that just wasn’t like you. You’d always send a text even if you were unwell. Something.
Opening the door softly, both Lex and Dallas called out your name. Waiting for you to reply. They were met by an eerie silence. Your room was pristine. The scent of your vanilla candle still lingered in the air. But you were nowhere to be seen.
“Y/N?”, Lex called, worry laced her voice. She headed towards your bathroom but stopped when Dallas spoke.
“Lex…look…”, Dallas whispered and pointed to your bedside table. There laid a beautiful rose.
Deep red and in full bloom.
And you…you were gone...
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One, two, The Hood’s coming for you,
Three, four, better lock your door,
Five, six, grab your crucifix,
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late,
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
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Dangerous Convenience Store
Tags: Ongoing, self aware lead for the most part, gangs, smut, love triangle, possessive, not rapey, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, college, age gap, good art, muscular bodies, seme is adorable/romantic in sp chapters, sexual awakening, meeting the gang (in two ways!), FAINTS OF CUTENESS/HOTNESS, the memes after every chapter got me gagged, HAHE hahahahahahahahahaha, OMG DO I GET SOME CNC?! (update: short lived), we stan a vocal man (Ahjussi), thigh fucking, my mans be like my thighs hurt fuck my ass instead DECEASED, ass smacking, these memes are so good god damnit, rimming
8/10, I live for Ahjussi (Am I spelling this wrong..)
The New Employee
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Tags: ongoing, we stan supportive boyfriends, healthy relationship, boss/employee, smut, office setting, good art, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies
Love Shuttle
Tags: completed, ABO, enemies to lovers, possessive, coworkers, fake relationship, strong omega, the art sucks but I like the story, art gets better after the 1st season, alphas eyes change colors when happy/anxious, muscular bodies, 7/10, update 10/10 art is meh but fml this storyline is basic af in the best way and it’s the fluff/smut I need, when you’re caught by the folks *cringe*
Hold Me Tight
Tags: ongoing, boss/employee, bodyguard, gio can’t feel heat until felix comes along, uke is strong af, horny bastards, smut, possessive, tragic childhood, moving in together right away, rich seme, felix in a bunny costume though *heart eyes*, dialogue is great, rape in a technical sense but the vibe is written like both characters are all good after? Ex. hospital scene…dub con, ART IS GREAT, hand holding during sex, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies
Yours to Claim
Tags: ongoing, love triangle, Dom/sub dynamics, smut, main is big switch energy, reincarnation, jealousy, manipulative, possessive, self aware lead for the most part, toxic af, GREAT ART, college, rich semes, 10/10 will re-read and not even finished, SONOFABITCH that cliff hanger!! Season 3 come thruuuu (I have to wait until November? *cries* BUT MAH LOVE TRIANGLE!!, I want a THROUPLE GOD DAMN IT
The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation
Tags: obsessed with this story, will the incense burner scenes make it?? No tags because I'll never forget this one haha wangxian 5ever, send me all fanfics/fan art you have about this story, love Dark Wangji, Jadecest, ABO/omegaverse, Bottom Wangji/Top Wei Ying, and honestly anything regarding this fandom
Bj Alex
Tags: completed, great art, 11/10 will re-read, cam boy, fanboy, seme is an asshole, uke is so sexy, jealously, rich seme, enemies to lovers kind of?, CHANWOO IS MY BOY FOR LIFE, Chanwoo MD supremacy, BDSM (like really really), fuck I love Chanwoo, college students, rich seme, emotional rollercoaster, uke soft body, mean seme, college life, that one nosy bitch ass guy trying to expose my boys needs to fuck right off, seme split/fake personality, dub con
Anti PT
Tags: ongoing, 11/10 re-readable, porn with feelings, love triangle, jealousy, attempted non-con, personal training wink wink, main love interest is actually the best, second male lead is a god damn creep, first time, smut, great art, sex addict/constantly horny uke, I WANT A HWI,
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Payback
Tags: ongoing, both are psychopaths tbh, revenge, gangs, uke sells himself to seme, violent seme, entertainment industry, brunette supremacy, what this motherfucker gonna do? hehe , great art, muscular bodies, dead dove do not eat, my mans must be GOOD looking/animal magnetism cause everyone losing their fucking minds, okay this is a comedy I’m dying, he tried to scare him with wanting to be a top but my psycho said REVERSEUNO BITCH I’M A VERSE (wait jk apparently *sigh*), anonymous masked sex (sad n’ kinky)
My Suha
Tags: ongoing, wow this gets dark, possessive af like holy shit, terrible people all around uke, rape, boss/employee, office politics/family politics, smut, characters that are punchable, dead dove do not eat, *velociraptor noises*, avoided this for a while but I’m back because nothing can be more emotionally devastating than Banana Fish, TIE HIM UP, FUCK HIS FACE ALKSJD:ASKD, FUCK SUHA UR SO HOT that dirty talk though YAS, glad I picked this back up lmao, GOD DAMN IT just when the package arrived then this red head fucker *screams*
Shame Application aka Dirty Vibration
Tags: completed, friends to lovers, model seme, cute af uke, love triangle, entertainment industry, smut, kink, all kinds of sex everywhere, realized feelings, mutual pining, jealousy, rich seme, blonde seme, big brother 1984 always watching, 10/10 would re-read, porn with plot, they were roommates!, ~straight~ seme, first times, great art, remembering some cringe but considering the story it’s par for the course
Will You Subscribe
Tags: ongoing, season 1 completed, enemies to lovers, cam boy, office politics, boss/employee, hiding a secret, public sex, stalkers/creepy men, emotionally stunted characters, mutual pining, idiots in lust, lingerie company, slut shaming, jealousy/possessiveness, season 2 bebeh, HOLDING HANDS *velociraptor noises*, LMAO okay my mans is not THAT old how tf does he not know netflix and chill, BUNNY COSTUME (quickly becoming my new fav trope in manga, A+ gang), oh we stan a good boy, wtf is wrong with wanting to do cam work, ‘I wish my marks could become permanent’ *omegaverse wink*, *works for lingerie company* *doesn’t understand where bf gets sexy costumes* like wut kind of fuckery…, cross dressing ftw, roleplay, classic BL miscommunication trope
Hyperventilation
Tags: completed, high school crush, unrequited love, mutual pining, smut, quickie (short story), class reunion, apparently furry with the extra chapter turning my man into a bunny but c'est la vie! https://myreadingmanga.info/korean-bl-animation-hyperventilation-engsub/ this is the animation of the same story, different endings but same in tone (this site is spammy AF but the English subs are so hard to find for this) 8/10
Unmei no tsugai ga omae da nante
Tags: only one bed, ABO, office setting. Coworkers, enemies to lovers, competitive, equality in the omegaverse, dubcon, real dicks and not lightsabers, fated pair, art is cute af 8/10
K’s Secret
Tags: buckle up buttercup, dead dove do not eat, angst, pining, somnophilia, dub con, non con, boss/employee, manipulative, stalking, forced relationship, tragic childhood background, weird art but gets better, uke: don’t threaten me with a good time but seriously stop threatening me, possessive & obsessive, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, wow were going full psycho stalker hm?, dating a narcissist is all fun and (mind)games, con non con… ? honestly who tf knows, domestic!, OW MY HEART, the t/n WAP note sent me, ch 51 translated by gen z, do special ep= furry? Wait there’s a maid costume, bunny costume, directors friends keeping it real, rough translations 8/10
Enthusiasm
Tags: ongoing, dead dove do not eat, uke buys seme, masc boys, muscular bodies, fight club, master/slave, rich uke, revenge, real dicks not lightsabers, rough sex, cuckholding, daddy issues, suicide, wow the end of ch 5 punched a hole in my heart, penile implant life, rough translations makes the storyline wonky, nvm back to lightsabers *star wars noises*, HAD ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY I CAN NOT, shibari, possessive, wait this is cute *velociraptor noises*, angst, no kithes for you “bestie”, OBSESSED, honestly choke him pupper, STAY THE NIGHT ALKSDJA:SLDKJAS:LKDJA:SLDKj, problematic but I’m riding for these two,
Ichimai Goshi Fetish
Tags: completed, short, fetishes DO start in childhood don’t they *ruminates*, author: describes ML as a beautiful 2D character meanwhile: ML IS 2D character, fellas is it gay to kiss the homies?, “real dudes don’t interest me” is a MOOD, comedy, jealousy, college setting, dialogue is A+, not lightsabers but not dicks either, first time, when you’re fucked so good you think you’ve died, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4uEq5Nx6ko, hero/villain roleplay. Fluff n smut 10/10
My Purrfect Boss
Tags: completed, tooth rotting fluff because blondie is so FUCKING cute little sensitive soul, golden retriever boyfriend, pure comedy, DECEASED, MY MAN JUST DID THE SLOW BLINK, office setting, boss/employee, ~wasted~ (red dead redemption meme), FFS SO CUTE, he put a ring on it right away beyonce would be proud af, he protecc he attack but most importantly he hit it from the back, jealousy, honeymoon phase of dating, the ex is a snake (update: oh wow literally), I’m picking up abuse/PTSD vibes based on how Kang reacts to his ex :(, classic BL miscommunication plot, immediately no meme audio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6XWSGfYnps) , I WILL STRAIGHT UP MURDER CHA WTF!!!!!!, gang rape, spiked with drugs that force heat, me rn:*screaming/rage*, psychotic ex/abuser, HE PROTECCC, actual relief after that scene jesus fuck, okay YES kings I see you, okay this is giving me cuteness aggression, hi yes I’d like to adopt a cat and a dog please 9/10
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Tags: completed, same author as, “My Purrfect Boss”, A+ comedy once again, JUNIOR, gay awakening, “fap myself to death” DEAD, facial expressions are ridic, my minds telling me no but my body, my bodyyyy’s telling me yaaaaa, ya boy is literally losing his mind over this, actual lightsabers lmao, FLUFF, permasmile, 6969, THINKS THEY’RE GOING TO EAT RAMEN, dense gay, own your skin wtf okay hannibal calm down, everyone is officially cray, ah I also am barfy when drunk, denial really is something hm, classic BL miscommunication plot, when people pleasing too far, happy ending 🥺🥰, side story: our crazy gets his very own crazy (ashton Kutcher from spread vibes), public sex, sex sparkle 9/10
Alien in my Closet
Tags: ongoing (maybe completed but def ongoing on the site I use), not rapey at all?? You’d think it’s impossible in this medium ffs, anti pt vibes, cute art, fluff ‘n smut, red head!!, they were roomates!, sex toys, bsdm, D/s (brat)dynamic or maybe owner/pet, bondage, *tiffany hadish voice* this is noiceeee, con humiliation/degradtion, SANTA CLAUS, edging, marking, one lotus please (he’s clearly read the 4 agreements and karma sutra), con non con, exhibitionism, the wrist thing stays on people, Katoptronophilia, roleplay, is it stalking when you bring your friends?, lotus: welcome home cheater, the chin on the head thing gives me cuteness aggression, the twins are my favs, when ur crush vanilla af 😭, haesung: experiment on me daddy, no dick until halfway through/fingering supremacy, bedroom sessions has me gagged, voyeurism, wait they haven’t kissed this whole time I forgot (audio: https://www.tiktok.com/@ryley/video/6976701880277748997?lang=en), sunbae is sus, YES FINALLY A FUCKING SWITCH COUPLE AKJSDHALKSJDHASKLJDHALS KJDALKSJD (update: sort of), there’s a missed opportunity for an anal probe joke, damn it okay maybe sunbae is chill, 3 musketeers, my heart*implodes*, *velociraptor noises*, 12/10 would re-read such fluff my heart
On Doorstep
Tags: completed, age gap, reese has ptsd, jimmy going from 0 to 100, jimmy really got down on his knees at work, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) deepest part you say, real dicks, ride him like a rodeo, quickie/short story, porn with plot
Gorani Jeon
Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, no alpha though, animal hybrid, art is beautiful like it's drawn on paper not a screen, 40 inch weave yours came in a pack, historical (non-modern), lord send me a sexy man pls, the memes after each chapter are golden, taking the phrase licking wounds literally, is that an eggplant or are you just happy to see me hehe, ahhh so inhibitors do exist here, vertical 69, here lays Bau fucked to death by Ran, WHY HE TOUCHING MY MAN, these chickens are dope, stomp on his dick, that’s what I call a happy meal, fucked right out the front door I’M DEAD, mpreg, i need a tiger+mountain god spin off (whoops dad/son my bad), slice of life, cute fluff 8/10
Room to room
Tags: completed, college setting, A+ dialogue, absurd size difference, unrequited love, sexsomina, dubcon, angst, death by a thousand cuts emotionally, insecurity, body envy, pining, friends to lovers, they were roommates!, homophobia, sexual assault, PTSD, gays in denial, the tattoo 🥺 ow my heart, truly this is 90% smut, “going from unrequited love to fwbs is shittier than I expected”, dowan *bad blood by t swift* when he sees garam, ch 22garam reminds me of my ex and that’s not a compliment, I’m not gay but my boyfriend is vibes, triflers need not apply, spanking, 😭😭😭😭😭 my heart hurts, is anyone getting a bit of a puppy play vibe? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vni9ZWmDXis, handcuffs, lots of head we stan, dowan’s gotta a touch of a foot thing or maybe body worship thing, asdlfgkjs ;dlkfgjsd;flkgj;sdflkgj;sdlfgjs;d/gkdf SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE, roleplay. They broke the bed no use of crying over spilled milk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), side stories delivering man in uniform and sex toys AND puppy, asdlkjaslfkasdjfl;askdfjasdf the shirt thing is so hot, watersports, I take it back this is 98% smut 9/10
Mistake Lover
Tags: completed, when ur bff is back on their BS, love triangle, coworkers, i swear all these ukes look the same to me at this point (which is very cute), GE!!!! (wangxian flashbacks), wait no smut?.... Paused
Yagi to ookami no hatsujou jijou
Tags: completed, quickie/short story, literally on my reading list because a comment said “nice cock 10/10”hahahaha, animal hybrids, scifi/aliens, me during chapter one: am I a furry? No. Am I? Relevant audio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noJNIqvDfoo, hotties when human GOD DAMN, bi king, okay I stan this girl changing gears take your opportunities honey!, does blondie have a tinder or how is this happening? (update: called it), feminization, dubcon/noncon, marking, heats, idk about 10/10 cock but not lightsabers, translation is ruff (get it?), a yankee hahaha, literal wound licking, googles chimera, *claps* yes king selfish call his ass out, tail holding caaaayoooot, not that isn’t usually copious amounts of cum but really this is a lot 8/10
Make Me Bark
Tags: completed, $250 a month rent?? *cries in Californian*, god damn it these grey haired 2D men are really hot fml, “next months rent is a looming concern but I hope it’ll get better” followed by apartment on fire is how I feel about reality, rare characters that smile way more than they frown, sex toys, kink, puppy play, owner/pet dynamic, sugar daddy/baby, college setting, harness, muzzle, leash, tail plug, shirt thing!!, soaked briefs, playing barbie IRL, omg meet cute at the adult store, intercrural sex, possessive/jealousy, ah fuck yes I saw this panel on IG but it didn’t have the source but now hehe, whipping, choking, spanking, *bookmarks*, simp city, childhood friends, side couple cute af, yeonsoo: sorry I’m an anti romantic, size queen, mens lingerie, domestic, mutual pining, these bestie pairings are *chefs kiss*, skinny but muscular bodies/no ridiculous size differences, “does he have a big dick?” “probably” “well tell him to come” GAGGED AJKSDHALSKDJHA this dialogue pure comedy, exhibitionism, human auction, maid costume, men in heels, topping in a dress, girl at the bus stop HAHAHA, ffs this is so cute, side stories: it’s a small world afterall, dynamic role reversal, pink haired boy is guru, SCREAMING AKDJA:SLDKJA:LKDJA:LSDKJLAKDJA:LDJAL:SKDJASLKDJA:SLKDJLAKSDJLASDJ:LASJD:ALSKDJASL:DJ:ASLJDPUTARINGONIT!!!! 11/10
Gurume no fukurami
Tags: completed, quickie/short story, food fetish, feeding fetish, age gap, throuple-eqsue? There’s 3 people involved, paused ch 1 pg 30
Under the Green Light
Tags: ongoing, thank you IG for rec’ing this, brunette supremacy, neurodivergent?, lmao @hag, this statue is everything I wonder if it’s based on a real piece?, we went from talking art to being pinned to the ground REAL quick, translations rough but not as rough as my mans here, draw me like one of your french girls vibe, sass master, these dicks are ridiculously huge which is saying something for this genre, i love a verse/switch, “first time he’s asked someone to stop so his self-esteem is hurt” HAHAHAHA, stealing bae’s shirt, facials galore, car sex/public sex, jin not into praise kink clearly, sort of slut shaming jealousy, marking
Walk on Water
Tags: completed, for being about porn it’s not that smutty (i take it back), “don’t even think about running away” got me like https://giphy.com/gifs/VABbCpX94WCfS, actual dicks (lightsabers later must be the cleaners not the OG), muscular bodies, blonde seme, brunette uke, k mcqueen is everything, honestly haven’t loved a couple this much since chanwoo x MD and I LOVE THEM, jealousy, orgasm denial, the angles/frames of the art in this are insane (11/10), emotional intimacy CUTENESS HASIHDLASKDHJLAKSJDH, i wanna lick lick lick you from your head to your toes, dirty talk A+, bestie you turned out to be Judas you judgy fuck how dare you touch my man, Ryan is 50 shades of fucked up bb needs therapy, Chang and yeowoons sexual tension is *chefs kiss*, I ship it/all my ships sailing, woof non con but expected tbh, YEAH BABY YEAH *Austin powers voice*, fml I don’t want this story to end, meeting the Hets ™ would make me nervous too, spiderman kith, mirror sex sjkadfhasldjkfh, 34+35, JOI but with a partner? Not D/s, promises are made to broken hehe, that feeling when you understand the title, omg the fan art is so cool!! 15/10 would re-read seriously I can’t explain how well the artist used angles/how she portrayed the scenes was fucking MASTERFUL
Woof Wolf
Tags: that's my best friend (saweetie), red heads, werewolf au, college setting, students, shoot a shot in your mouth while I'm riding, facials, marking
Sexual Awakening of an Ex Delinquent
Tags: completed, quickie/short story, sexual coercion/non con/dub con, tiddies, bondage, nipple play, edging/orgasm denial, candy in ass wow, food kink, kink in general, rich seme working class uke, lightsabers, big dick Jesus fuck, exhibitionism, public sex, men's lingerie, Blondie is a sweet baby angel, self hatred/homophobia, sexual narrating that has me like oof 😣 that's not how this works but okay, the sweet spots thing is a great line, man is a slave to the sweets, lmao at the meme at the end of ch 9 fucking facts, kidnapping plot, rapey guys all around this story, tattoo/back story reveal has me like *nods head yes*, my throats broken has me gagged, crazy amount of sfx noises that distract from the art (I really appreciate cleaners I realize), first times, rushed ending feels, would rate 6/10 not terrible but probably won't read again.
With Your Tail Yes
Tags: ongoing, IG rec, quickie/short story, on man brunette looks EXACTLY like a different character by another artist like for real duplicate, home boy pulled Elle Wood’s Bend n Snap and we are HERE FOR IT, lingerie/cross dressing, okay compilation of short stories, great artwork but wtf these are far too short (maybe uploaded wrong..?), *immediately makes deal with the devil because yum*, ah okay previews THEN stories, human animal hybrid situation, lightsabers, fucking imagine your crush delivery the sex toy you ordered online HAHA *dies*, buys toys because men ain’t shit is a VIBE, you know he’s always wearing matching sets because he’s 100% that bitch, dub con/non con, knotting (unexpected), exhibitionism, public sex, good ol’ fashion blackmail to get your lover to stay with you trope, sexual assault/attempted rape, victim blaming, shibari, leashes, D/brat dynamic sort of, copious amounts of cum, lube? What lube?, marathon sex, first time, 75 hours?? Immediately no meme, 7/10 mostly for art/concepts but not execution
Heat and Run
Tags: ongoing, IG rec, omegaverse, friends to enemies to lovers, multiple couples as main to sides then sides to mains, my heart dropped because I thought the first sex scene was incest but then realized I’m mixing up all the characters derp, dense gays, this is america (the shooting comment WOOF reality feels bad man), blondes have more fun, real dicks, dubcon/CNC dealers choice, mutual pining, idiots in love, big alpha energy BDE, there are moments I feel Hayoung on a spiritual level and not sure that’s a compliment hahaha, orgasm denial/edging, istg if he bonded without Hayoung permission *jenna marbles BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII YOU BETTAH NOT*, also I was hoping the idol was him but realizing it’s probs his sis, *deep sigh*, BDIRL, wow racism, oh no oh no no no no no meme audio, listen everyone needs to get into therapy to break that generational trauma is all I’m saying (not excusing abuse at all, trauma isn’t a free pass), NO ONE WANTS TO PLAY A GAME WITHOUT KNOWING THE RULES :ALKSDHJALKSDJA:SLKDJTRUE, matthew singing bo burnham: I’m problematic *background singers ‘he’s a problem!’*, i ship it yolo, JAEHO STAN (no means no!), mpreg, god damn it I am so worried about him getting roofie and the party scene hasn’t even started ABO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TOO ME, OH THANK JAEHO, dayummmm that clapback was real fuck him UP, me clapping: MARK HIM MARK HIM, GOD DAMN IT WITH THESE ONGOING FUCKING CLIFF HANGERS FML, marked via knotting? Okay that’s new, but also like normal marking I think, fucking til bottom pees trope
Heaven Officials Blessing
Animated series season 1 complete. Live action currently filming (same director as Untamed too UGH SO HAPPY)
Tags: ongoing, same author as my fav ever MDZS, just finished season 1 animated on netflix and can no longer avoid this because I LOVE THEM, all the memes on IG make sense now, Prince voice: Dearly Beloved (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXJhDltzYVQ) we are gathered here today to dive deeper into a fandom I will never escape, ART IS AMAZING (https://tenor.com/view/incredible-talented-lady-brilliant-gaga-gif-14857187), group chats are always chaotic tbh, wait a minute meme audio: bride = bottom? How tf did I not get that the first time round *sigh* always hoping for a verse couple, the asst. Boys I ship hard, the sass, fuck this is going to just be pure angst isn’t it *straps in, has fluffy manga queued*, even if no smut 11/10 gege porn, not subtle, god FUCK this ART IS SO FUCKING GOOD THE TALENT skjas;ldkfja;, 🥺, traumatic cliff moment *mdzs flashbacks*, HC smirk is my new favorite thing, no fucking but lots of touching, size difference, horror, gore, wuxia, great side characters, my ear feels tingly too lmao, SOMEONE BETTER GET THESE MF SNAKES ON THIS MF PLANE (cliff), umbrella moments got me uwu, gimme at least didi pleaseandthankyou, FUCK I LOVE THIS ARTIST she keeping us WELL fed with these extras DAYUM, wind/earth master ship please sail, CALL ME DADDY IM DEAD, HC has LWJ energy like you are not qualified to talk to me LOL, WAIT this totally counts as there was only one bed trope, also I’m already excited about omegaverse ff (send me recs please please please)
4 week lovers
Tags: ongoing because apparently I want to torture myself, mutual pining/”unrequited love”, college life, friends to lovers, blackmail ur crush into sex trope, public sex, I was going to tag possessive body language but possessive in a general sense apparently (starting strong yessss), sure jan @unrequited love dialogue, THEY WERE ROOMMATES *cackles*, sus haha, rough translation, pure comedy, shirt thing!, casual abuse :( (back story, traumatic childhood), I’m getting TharnType vibes (but not quite…), that note is precious, cry during/after sex, great angles, dialogue A+
Burlesque Night
Tags: completed, quickie/short story, stripper/body guard, coworkers, lust at first sight, magic mike vibes, fridays = getting fucked on stage O-O, well that was traumatizing af, took a bullet, real dicks, LDR, CUTE, I’m not in love with you… sure jan, OH WOW MASTER dlksaj;alsdkja;lsdkja;sld, gay awakening/first time, the art detail is *chefs kiss*, disappointed but not surprised :( :( :(, we stan a yes and lover, shirt thing, still not sure wtf the vertical anus thing is but full circle moment haha, you know what fuck it I’d re-read this 9/10
My one and only cat
Tags: ongoing, cat hybrids, god damn it I’m totally in furrydom ffs, ah well here we go, idol hot = loneliness wahhh /s, so hot he literally transforms other beings, omg a cat cafe CUTE, fuck that cat is cute *so fluffy*, stalker status, comedy, real dicks, I think the uncle would be supportive/jealous even I hope they talk about it I’m dying to know his thoughts, big tiddies, if this ain’t the cutest shit FLUFF/SMUT, copious amounts of cum, ate it with the panties on, CAKE, xmas, his milkshakes bring all the boy(cats) to the yard, trifling bitch
Imitation Mate
Tags: completed, omegaverse, alpha x alpha. Class rivals YAS, childhood frans, enemies to lovers omg this is all the shit I want, manipulation 1000 but yolo I ship it
Mr. 100% Perfect
Tags: ongoing, so relatable, OCD?, hoarder, when I read the title I thought mental illness and I was right, masks ugh RELATABLE, getting back together w ex, woof sibling drama/manipulation, suicide attempt, omg their communication regarding the psycho is REFRESHING, OMG JEJU ISLAND I see it in every fucking kdrama ever but this is the first time I’ve seen it mentioned in a manga *hm* interesting, furry furry everywhere, eye contact, finished reading season 1 pause for an omergaverse cause, okay I’m back and season 2 starting STRONG #1 men are gross #2 mans just went right to a blowie while mf was trying to pee lmao i can NOT the germs barf, fuckboi extraordinaire stressing over a textback is *great*, that istg face is perfect, HYUNGGGG, hand on his heart OW MY HEART, vibe check LOL, here for this plot dev, END OF SEASON2 NOOOOOOOimnotready. Head bonks CUTE
The origin of species
Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, sex tape, blackmail, i already don’t like this teacher, size difference, ‘JUST DIE’ hahahahahaha, I’m in love with noona, wait Ahjussi means uncle/mister? Dangerous convenience store has a new meaning to me now, DECEASED @they won’t, copious amounts of cum, alcohol to have intimacy *sighs in early 20s*, also WTF THEY ARE FUCKING AND THERE’S NO PHERMONE STUFF! What’s the point of being ABO without smell *swaggy p meme???*, wait okay ch 11 it begins, stockholm syndrome but since childhood I’m fairly certain *looking at you teacher I don’t trust these mfs*, dubcon obviously, also the can’t be knotted thing has me *cardi b meme that’s weird that’s sus* obvs poor bb about to get preg af, five word horror story: I won’t hurt you again *why tf you lyinggggg why u always lyinggg meme*, white collar crime, what’s the point of a contract when there’s no actual choice
How to Chase an Alpha
Tags: ongoing, lowkey been avoiding this one not because I think it’ll be bad I just..idk the brain is a weird thing, page 2 and I love mains attitude fucking gagged sass me bb, starting with rough translation but it be that way sometimes, GROUNDS HIMSELF BY TOUCHING HIS BLACK CARD I CANTTT, pheromone city fuck it UP, MC is a MOOD, mutual pining, when u and bae both hire PI’s to get info on each other, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, shirt thing, fucking chuffed about the rival fucking bring it, funny art, cheated on ugh mah heart I saw it coming and it still hurt, pure comedy this airport scene is so funny to me wtf, LDR, good ol murica fuckboi, LOVE HIM RIDE FOR UR MAN/MORALS, liams a little rapey rapist hm? No one’s ever said no… well being flooded with pheromones isn’t consent my dude, istg liam = I love it when they struggle, obvs jealousy/possessive tag but such is ABO, cat suit, BUNNY suit, sexy costumes, god damn it I love them that proposal/mpreg so cute, imprinting AW, ugh baes fam is so cute I needed that bc I wanna strangle wooyoungs dad, THE SECETARY is my fucking fav never stops being A+, SEC+LIAM?? Here for it *i ship it*, FUCK SO CUTE 12/10 re-read, fluff n smut, excited for how to chase an omegaside story hyung needs love!, JINI is mood, sales king I’m dying, that collar is ~hot~ btw
Egoism
Tags: completed (because jesus I can’t with ongoing, theheartbreakTM), UPDATE FML THE HEART BREAK IS REAL also no smut, omegaverse, hey stepbro, starts with rape, possessive/jealousy (isn’t all ABO?), age difference (6years, alpha is younger *can I get hyung plz lord*), HYUNG, woof this dad SUCKS, child abuse, rape culture *sigh*, I wanna get jacked like rick and summer and beat tf out of the dad, me n my cat, TELL EM HONEY I love this MC, traitor indeed, beta x omega btw, fated pair, coercive sex, didi going to be his own demise, BREAKUP/TIME SKIP NO this is BL hell, the rona is mentioned in this, ALL I WANT IS TO HEAR YOUR STORY WAHHHHHHHHHH also YES MY SHIP IS GOING TO SAIL I CAN FEEL IT, okay honestly frustrating a bit but also liked it yah 7-8/10, won’t re-read unless I’m looking for hurt though cause the comfort is BRIEF
Yarichin bitch bu
Tags: ongoing, reading because I watched this anime after seeing it mentioned in the comment section of -im-being-harassed-by-the-sexiest-man-of-the-year, anime was 2 eps a fucking wild the way this is uploaded SUCKS, no reality porn what plot rape-y ridiculous and now I need to read the source apparently haha, I need to know much more about yuri and blue hair guy ASAP (they have the spin off*adds to list*), high school setting, smut, studentsxstudents/teachers, photography club my ass, sex toys, kinky, crossdressing, gay awakening, unrequited love, jealousy, fake relationship, two faced people, OCD, COMEDY, rich people problems, hoarder, inferiority complex, one bed, toono is a dumbass in this love triangle or denial might be a better word, they are cousins my dude stop shipping it (I say to both toono and myself LOL), I wanna see Yuri’s face laksdjf;aldskf, vibrator #18 line is fucking iconic, yaguchi is about to get real interesting (BPD?), lies/manipulation, oh toono you sweet summer child, YURI i can’t wit chu, wait did he just punch the student because he won’t kiss him or???, dubcon/noncon obvs, finally my verse couple but they’re not a couple (yuri/tamu), they all care about each other is a weird way awwww, love confessions to pet vibrator scene are ICONIC MY DUDES I CAN NOTTT, lowkey living for Yuri’s drooling at this point, Jimi gives me such bad second hand embarrassment, Yuri the switch verse bb I’ve been looking for need more!, internalized homophobia, blackmail, MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR YAS KING, the heartbreak of ongoing/hasn’t been updated in years
Yarichin bitch bu dj wa
Tags: not completed I think, years old though, see above you know what it is, so cute omg, FIRST KISS AW, degradation kink?, MY VERSE COUPLE I’ve finally found you, biting, choking, rough sex, sex toys, they had fun together for another two hours DECEASED
Fucked by my Best Friend
Tags: ongoing, friends to lovers, body swap, Porn what plot, cannon threesomes in past maybe??(MFF for sure but MMF??), beach life, revenge, he became a HOT woman so honestly get over it, sloppy seconds, first off you’re both sluts second lmao this is going to be wild hm?, fellas is it gay if you kiss the homies, classic did you cum guy jfc, that’s how you get preg dumbass, ah the joys of being a woman /s assault in der clrub, *DEEP SIGH* @ you almost being raped turns me on, YES TURNING BACK DYING, gender has nothing to do with this LOL but true. Also yes cannon threesomes/orgies, googles frotting, mans like narrating playtime, intecurial sex public sex, lingerie, this is the closest thing to straight manga I’ve read hahaha, THE SCIENCE OMG FUCKING RIDIC :you need a mass amount of semen within you SURE JAN, possessive. Objectification, she trying to fuck without Shion LMAO, 34+35, do you think he’s on r/nofap, dry orgasm honestly impressed with mans rn ngl, spit as lube, anal fingering, just helping the homies find their prostate, bottom shaming (disappointed but not surprised), bis/gays in denial smh, question if he has a wet dream will he turn into a woman?, shirt thing, lol at female orgasm =anal in switcharoos mind, paging doc perv, shion is enjoying dressing up hm? Same dude, biggest reality gap is believing shion got admitted to a college HAHA, bad anatomy all over the place dude, rui is a dedicated exhibitionist, HE SO TIGHT BECAUSE THERES NO LUBE team no lube over here apparently not even a courtesy spit, yandere territory sort of?, Mayu with the dick wet comment is *chefs kiss*, THE HEARTBREAK OF ONGOING WAHHH I can’t believe I read all this but I can? 8/10 problematic possessive porn
#yaoi#manga#enemies to lovers#friends to lovers#gay#lgbt#pornwhatplot#recs#book recs#manga recs#yaoi recs#ships#yandere#uke#seme
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Accidental Family
Hey folks! This is one of two fics for the six month celebration of this blog! Woohoo! Blood on the Ice is one of the most popular series I've written, and expanding it into Josie’s (@prohibitionincurls ) Winging It world with her was unbelievably fun. Disclaimer: one of the OCs has ADHD and it is a central theme of the story--while Josie based some of his characteristics on her own experience, we both recognize that this is not a one-size-fits-all situation. Thank you again for six amazing months, and I hope you enjoy!
Lots of love,
Eve <3
TW for mentioned injury
“Oh my god, they’re gonna kill me,” the kid whispered in a wavering voice, sounding much younger than he actually was as he left the penalty box.
“They’re not going to kill you,” Bowie soothed, still watching the tunnel where Remus had disappeared mere minutes earlier. From what he saw, there had been a bit of blood, but the bruising didn’t look too bad. Then again, there had barely been enough time for anything to visibly swell before he was whisked away.
“Can I just stay in the box?” Felix cast a look toward the Lions bench and his voice cracked. “They can’t yell at me in the box, right?”
“Hey. Look at me, Marty.” Bowie took him by the shoulders and gave him a gentle shake. “The Lions are good guys. They’re not going to hurt you, but you did just fuck up one of their best friends. What would you do if someone hit me in the face?”
“Come on, man, I’m a terrible fighter. I don’t know how well I’d be able to defend your honor after something like that. It was an accident. Do you think they know it was an accident? Should I go tell them?”
“I know. They know. Loops definitely knows. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re a little cold at first.” He ruffled the rookie’s hair and turned back to the game; the Lions were moving fast and brutal, slicing right through their defense for yet another goal. Shit. Felix clearly felt bad enough already--losing the game wouldn’t make him feel any better.
They ended up losing the game.
Bowie had figured it might happen; he would have had the same fire if it had been his teammate that got clocked like that. Hell, he used to have the same fire when he and Remus had played together, so he completely understood.
That did not change the fact that once they got home, Felix was still borderline inconsolable. The 18-year-old wasn’t technically billeting with them, but the apartment he was renting just so happened to be in the same building, on the same floor, and right across the hall from his and Simon’s. This led to an informal adoption of the rookie and he was around their house at least five times a week, if not more.
Felix Martin was a good kid, and that idea was confirmed when Kronk immediately took a liking to him; the cat loved nobody but the three of them. Bowie was grateful that he and Simon were there to quell some of the homesickness that came from moving out to a new city on his own for the first time. The transition was always tough, but they could provide a little support.
They parted ways from the team when the bus got back from the rink and drove to their building in silence. Once they made their way up the stairs and down the hall, Felix moved to go back to his apartment.
“Nope,” Bowie said immediately, placing a hand on his shoulder and steering him through the door to his and Simon’s place. It wasn’t a good idea for Felix to be alone right now--there was nothing to do alone after a loss aside from beat himself up about it, and Bowie would be damned before he let that happen.
Simon and Kronk were perched on the couch, but they both moved into the kitchen as soon as the door clicked closed. Simon took one look at the pair and carefully wrapped his arms around Felix; the kid practically melted. The three of them stood there for a moment until Simon pulled back a bit and tilted his head toward the living room. Felix nodded and Bowie followed the two, sharing the couch with Simon while the rookie curled up in the large armchair diagonal to them.
He...well, if Bowie was being honest, Felix looked like hell. He chewed his lower lip like an anxious beaver and fiddled with the loose threads of the closest armrest; everything about him screamed discomfort. Bowie caught Simon’s worried glance in his periphery and let out a slow breath, trying to relieve at least a little of the tension in the room.
“You don’t have to relive it if you don’t want to. I saw the game. But if you want to talk about it…” Simon trailed off with a significant look.
Felix sighed and his shoulders caved in a bit. “It was just one of those moments. All of a sudden, I didn’t really have a grasp on what was going on, which feels like shit because I’ve been doing pretty well so far. I dunno. It was just...bad.”
That was it. Bowie knew Felix had seemed a little off. When Felix mentioned he had ADHD at the start of the season during one of their ‘getting to know your neighbor’ chats, Bowie hadn’t thought much of it. But as they grew closer, he began to notice when Felix forgot to eat or drink, or got overwhelmingly excited about something, or when he suddenly spaced out. It wasn’t just Felix being Felix.
The whole team stepped up and became intensely protective, of course. They not only helped him remember meal times, but also scheduling, directions, and everything in between. Bowie felt especially responsible for reasons he didn’t entirely understand--there was just something about the kid’s sweet heart that struck a chord.
He also knew that Felix was highly emotionally intelligent, but had no concept of whether people liked him or not. He was someone who assumed the worst, all the time. So, Bowie decided to do the only thing he knew would work: after a few more beats of uncomfortable silence, he pulled his phone out, tapped a few buttons, and pressed ‘call’.
“Hey, Remus, are you alive?”
An amused snort came from the speaker even as Felix blanched. “Hello to you, too, Bowie. Jeez, you’re worse than Sirius. I’m one hundred percent alive, just a little swollen. Your rookie’s got a helluva shot, but maybe tell the kid to hit the puck and not my face next time.”
Felix flushed red and put his face between his knees, though hearing the laughter in Remus’s voice and knowing that he was okay clearly took some of the weight off his shoulders. Bowie whooped internally and shot him a quick, reassuring smile.
“Yeah, the kid’s got spirit, but he’s also got ADHD. He’s great most of the time, but sometimes under extreme pressure he can’t figure out where the fuck he--or anything else around him--is. Something about focusing or neurons firing the wrong way, maybe? Either way, it’s why he’s a terrible fuckin’ driver.”
Felix flopped back against the chair with a groan. “How the hell am I supposed to know how far away the cars around me are based on the mirrors? And how am I supposed to park?!”
Remus’s laugh echoed once again. “Don’t ask me, kid, I’m not allowed to drive, either. Not because I’m ADHD, but because I’m terrible at it.”
“You can say that again!” a muffled voice called from behind Remus.
“Please excuse my fiance,” Remus said politely. “He’s a jackass who’s trying to make me lay down again.”
Felix smiled, though it was a bit pained. “I didn’t get a chance to apologize earlier. That stick was totally on me. And--I mean, I heard some of the guys talking afterward and it sounded like you got pretty banged up, so I’m really sorry. Like, really sorry.”
“Hey, woah, you’re fine,” Remus soothed. Bowie recognized his ‘talking to newbies’ voice and hid a smile in the cuff of his hoodie. “It’s the name of the game, after all. Did Bowie ever tell you about the time I accidentally checked him into a wall? Or when I broke his visor with a puck? For context, this was when we were on the same team.”
“Or that time you kicked my legs out from under me and sent me sprawling across the ice during practice.”
“That one was on purpose.”
Bowie glared at the phone, but Felix was snickering and his grin was genuine. It calmed him a bit. “Thanks, Loops.”
“No problem, kiddo.” Remus paused for a moment, then mumbled something inaudible to someone in the background before clearing his throat. “Bowie.”
“Yes?” Remus had never been a wild card, per se, but he certainly had a knack for asking strange questions out of the blue.
“Did you accidentally adopt a child or do my ears deceive me?”
Bowie was about to laugh at the absurdity of it, but then he took a moment to think, looking back and forth between Simon and Felix. “Fuckin’--maybe I did, Re, but he’s ours now. And if that’s the case, I’m going to formally request that you tell your fiance to quit being mean to my son.”
Remus laughed on the other end of the line. “Will do. Felix seems like a sweetheart, I’m glad he’s got you two.”
Bowie nodded with a slight smile, even though Remus couldn’t see him. “So are we. I can practically sense Sirius hovering, so go let your boyfriend fuss over you for a little while.”
An offended noise came from Remus’s side, followed by a lower laugh and the click of the call ending.
Simon looked Felix dead in the eyes. “I’m seconding the ‘kid’ thing. You may just barely be a legal adult, but it doesn’t mean we can’t adopt you. Congrats on your new gay dads.”
Felix’s bright laugh sent a wave of relief through Bowie. “You guys are only, like, eight years older than me.”
“Silence, spawn,” Simon said, pointing a playful finger at him as his grin widened into something sweet and lopsided. “Now both of you need to come eat something. I made cookies while you were getting pushed around for a living.”
Bowie was still worried about Remus’ face--he made a mental note to call the next day to check in--but all his concerns disappeared as Felix scooped the cat up for a snuggle and followed Simon into the kitchen. They may have lost the game, but he would lose a million Cups to keep that moment forever: his Simon fussing over them both, his cat purring in pure bliss, and his kid settling into place at last.
#remus lupin#sirius black#bowie#felix martin#simon#sweater weather#coast to coast#lumosinlove#coops#hockey#adhd#blood on the ice#found family#prohibitionincurls#collab#fanfic#my fic
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Kaz brekker x reader In The Rain
A/N: So this is going to be interesting... So because Kaz has some problems with touching people I thought I would make the reader suffer as well... The reader in this story has problems with skin contact as well and was abused as a kid so beware! Also this was also posted on my wattpad account you can find me on wattpad @ kk123huff!
Warnings: Bad writing, CHILDHOOD ABUSE, HARASSMENT, language, HAPHEPHOBIA, SEXUAL ABUSE, THE MENAGERIE, THE READER THINKS OF HERSELF AS NOT GOOD ENOUGH YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY FOLKS! Some angst then some fluff near the end. You have been warned!
Summary: The crows are on a mission (Matthias is alive) and the crows don't know you very well (well expect for Kaz you and him have known each for years and he's technically your boyfriend but the other crows have no idea!!!) It's a dangerous mission (well when is it not hehe.) And Kaz is going to die but you save him! Let's see what will be revealed to the rest of the crows because of this dilemma. The reader also can turn into a creature like; wings come out of her back claws produce and she gets horns and a tail, and Fangs. She has a healing factor, kinda like Spiderman's, and she can touch people and they can die, and she basically has a mix between Alina's powers and the Darklings powers that I call moonlight magic. All her senses are amped up and same with her strength, agility, speed the whole shebang. Cheesy I know. But anyways onward and enjoy!
(All rights go to Leigh Bardugo and You I just own the plot!)
Reader p.o.v.
Running in the rain sucks. Especially when your running from the Blacktips. Especially when there are Blacktips chasing you and another group of people named the Hunters. Especially when those people were hired by Tante Helen. So to start off today I was going on a mission with Kaz and his crow friends, to officially end the Blacktips and whip them out completely. Then to give the mission a good start none of the crows (besides Kaz) were trusting me at all. And I didn't expect them to but when I mean trust I mean like mission level of trust so they would at least trust my capability or at least trust Kaz. But they absolutely did not!
Which is fine, because why would they trust a monster? Not that they know I'm one (again besides Kaz.)
So when we went to ambush their leader (the Blacktip's) there was no one there.
Well Kaz's entire plan just about went up in flames in those couple moments.
So we scope the area a bit till this guy jumps me and holds a knife to my throat.
Fantastic. This day is just perfect.
Being held right up against a man that's not Kaz with a history in the menagerie may off set me a tinsy bit. Screw you guy. Then it was fine though because I hit a spot on his neck to make his hand go numb so he drop the dagger and with his knife I killed him. Slit throat of course.
The irony that comes with living.
Then at least 33 men because apparently the Blacktips are sexist come into the abandoned warehouse. Kaz turned to us gave us a nod and we ran. While we're running for our lives these guys (there's about 8 of them) which call themselves the Hunters as they yelled what they wanted at us and came pouncing towards me. And of course they wanted to kill me.
So life is just amazing right now, and running in the rain sucks. Screw the rain saint/god because I'm going to tear their eyeball out if I meant them in death.
I run around a corner with the rest of the crows following because I can run inhumanly fast (well not really just faster then the average human.) Then I run into a weird sort of field thing that was close the the warehouse so we can fight and know where everyone is because their is a lot of people who want to kill me and Kaz. Great.
You could just let your other side out and this could be done in minutes. A voice in my head whispers.
Shut up. I think to myself. Everyone hates a monster. I think as I take a quick glance over to Kaz.
The crows and I gather ourselves together, I look to Kaz; "We could still end this, the Blacktips's leader is here." I nod my head over to the big bulky man with dirty blonde hair and redish pale skin looking for our hiding spot.
Kaz's gaze is on mine unwavering with those topaz eyes with that strike of green in them every now and then. "We could." He says
"But..." Nina says. I glance over to her quickly, but what? So I say exactly what I think.
"But what?" I snap slightly annoyed- we should be getting a move on there's 41 people to take down we have to get going.
"Those guys wanted to kill you Y/n, it's not safe for anyone here it could be potentially fatal to this job."
I shrug my shoulders uncaring, who would care if I died? Kaz might for a while. I sneak a glance at Inej. But he has her, and I know she's 100 times better than I am Kaz just needs to see that.
"Who isn't after to kill me these days? Plus a jobs a job, I die, I die, there's nothing anyone can do about that. If I'm going to die might as well do it fighting, also you don't just stop a job you keep on going regardless. It doesn't matter if I'm a casualty as long as the job got done then it's fine."
Everyone looks at me with a face of shock apparently not expecting that answer.
"So what's the plan." I snap yet again being set of guard by that damn man.
Kaz sighs knowing he can't stop me. "Okay..." He starts talking. "I know how we're going to get out of this."
_________________Mild time skip like 25mins top, and your just about to start the plan____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Sorry that was weird, onward!
I take Kaz's hand and squeeze it slightly but let it go just as fast. Just a reminder that I needed - even if he had the gloves. He glances over to me and his face is a mix of emotion; worry, love, anger, and some more I couldn't identify.
Love? He could never love you. The voice hissed. You will never be enough, you monster! The voice laughed. You must be going insane! I growl slightly. Quiet. Fine suit yourself to your madness you inhuman.
Kaz looks over to me and his mouth quirks up a little bit and he nods at me.
"Come on let's go show them what a murder of crows look like." I grin sadistically.
We come barging out of our hiding spot hitting them at all ends. I pull out my knives and charge towards the Hunters.
I slash my knife onto one of their arms and the man growls in pain, as I place another cut right on his thigh. He nods his head and 7 other men come to back him up. I cock my head to the side and grin.
"Well boys, it looks like it might not be a fair fight for you!" And with that I'm off. I pounce on the one beside the one I already injured and with two knives in each hand like claws coming out of my skin I slash his throat open and he drops to the ground dead.
Then 3 come at me this time while 4 come around to my back. Not a chance kiddos.
I jump really high into the air then with amazing speed come down onto 2 guys killing them on impact. Now the other five are pissed at me for killing 2 guys at once great. They circle around me, it's like their trying to Hunt a predator with their sloppy movements and mindsets mind you.
"We we're sent in here by Tante Helen to bring you to her or to at least kill you." The man smiles.
"It may be easier than we thought." Okay so you can call me whatever you want I don't care but never tell me I can't kill you. It's the only thing I seem to be good at.
I howl out into the open and I can feel the transformation already.
Dark black feathery wings spout from my back like flowers on steroids, I feel my teeth take the shape of some deadly fangs, of brown-red cat like tail comes out from under, horns warp around my head like warping paper, and majestic claws form onto my nails.
The men look at me in fear and a certain blood lust is there that wasn't before.
"You ready boys."
It's a mess of bodies and I think there's only 4 guys left, I jump on one of them tear off his head blood splattering all over me even though it probably didn't matter because there was blood all over my body at this point. I stick my claws into the other chest and he slowly falls to the floor chocking on his own blood.
Then I see it.
It's obviously another man but the difference here is that he has a gun trained on Kaz while he's occupied with the other boy.
And he's pulling the trigger.
Without so much as a second thought my wings lift up and take flight and with a boost of moonlight magic I fly right into Kaz causing him to slip and kill the other man.
Oh and I got shot.
Blood sputters from my chest and I fall to the ground. Kaz whips towards me and yells; "Y/n!"
Or least I think he did everything is a bit hazy right now. I feel myself transform back into my normal human form. And Kaz cradles me in his arms and I realize with a first he doesn't have his gloves on. He commands something to Jesper about killing the last man and something to Nina and Inej about finding healers.
"It's going to be okay Y/n stay with me damn it!" But it sounded slow and hazy - it must be that damn rain. Suddenly I gasp in realization. I could use my moonlight magic to heal myself. In my excitement I accidentally kissed Kaz.
We haven't kissed before think that neither of us we're ready but by the saints, I never wanted to stop.
His lips we're gentle and soft against mine, they shifted with mine as if we were meant to fit together. It was all the stars in the universe coming down on us, it was binding us yet it was destroying everything around. Beautiful destruction.
Oh and I healed myself while this happened.
We pulled away running out of air and because Kaz thought I was still dying.
"Moonlight magic it helped me heal some of the way, my healing factor will do the rest." I manage to say with Kaz so close to me. He raises his eyebrow, then Kaz fucking Brekker gives me a full on relived smile.
Then in that moment we realized we had an audience.
Fuck this shit.
Kaz picks me up (what the fuck) but I'm secretly glad because I don't think I could even stand up right now. The crows faces are just priceless I giggle a little and right now it doesn't even matter to me that I showed them the monster, Kaz trusts them so I should take that leap. Plus Kaz and I just toke a big step in our relationship I couldn't be happier.
"Meet my girlfriend."
Their faces transform into surprised and even more shock, but a little bit of pride too. And I smile because for the first time in years the voices in my head are speechless.
So that's that I guess. I honestly suck at writing for Kaz and there may be a part 2! We will see... 🤪
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#Six of crows#x-reader#Kaz brekker#Kaz brekker x reader#jesper fahey#nina zenik#inej ghafa#wylan van eck#powers#matthias helvar#magic#angst#fluff#Shadow and bone
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Just one single glimpse of relief
TW: OC death, death themes
“Hey,” Sydnee looked up at the sound of the voice. It was familiar, safe, and it stopped her tears for a moment. She can’t remember where she was or what she’d been doing. All she knew was that she was scared and upset and didn’t know what to do. It felt like she’d been crying forever when the voice appeared. “Hey there, it’s Phantom. Can I come closer?”
Sydnee gasped as the town hero, Phantom, approached her slowly. Syd was a bit of a nerd and she couldn’t get enough of those superhero movies. She always tuned in to Phantom’s fights on TV; he was as close as she’d get to a real life Superman or Captain Marvel. She’d never seen him up close before though. He was younger than he appeared on TV, not more than his early teens. Sydnee, almost 24, was hit by a wave of mortification over how they’d described the hunky, we-thought-he-was-older kid on Margarita Night. This day just got better and better, not that she remembered it.
“How are you doing?” Phantom asked quietly, floating near her but not getting too close. He was watching her warily but not unkindly. She saw how some folks treated him, he was probably worried she’d throw a shoe at him. “What’s your name?”
“Sydnee, with an extra e not a y. Uh Tanner, Sydnee Tanner,” she mumbled. Ugh why were words so hard. Her head felt fuzzy and very far away, she thinks she was going to start panicking again. What was she even so upset about? “I don’t know what’s going on. Where are we and what happened. I don’t- I don’t remember anything.”
“It’s okay,” he said soothingly, floating a little closer. The soft glow he emitted brightened up the dark place they were in. Was she in a collapsed tunnel? What had she been doing here? She’d never been claustrophobic but the debris and rubble of the place seemed to close in on her. “Hey, hey, just look at me.” She turned and met his kind eyes, soft and easy. “We’ll walk through it together. What is the last thing you remember?”
“I was late to work,” Syd said, the memory popping up before her. “I um work at the Donut Delights bakery in that strip mall next to the middle school. My cats had knocked over some of my houseplants in the night so I had to clean them up and was running behind. I open the store on Wednesdays - oh it’s Wednesday! - so I knew I’d be in trouble. But I made it, just barely. I was starting up the ovens when.” Syd furrowed her brow and took in the hero before her. The one who was almost never seen outside a fight. “There was a ghost attack, wasn’t there?”
“Welcome to Amity Park,” Phantom said grimly. “I’ve been here a couple times; the jalapeno bacon topped donuts are my favorite. My mom and sister buy them sometimes if they want to bribe me into doing something.”
“You weirdo, only crazy people eat that weird flavor,” Sydnee chuckled. “You have a family?”
“Of course, we all have a family out there somewhere. What about you?” He asked gently. There was something about the soft way he was talking to her, the way his eyes flickered around the dark like he was looking for something. He had news he didn’t want to tell her and she wasn’t ready to hear it. Not yet. Just a few more minutes of denial before she faced the revelation she couldn’t bear to touch yet.
“Yeah, mom and dad and two younger sibs. Folks divorced forever ago, I barely remember them actually being together. Mom is is living it up in Dubai working as a pastry chef in one of their fancy hotels. Dad’s an auto-mechanic down on Maple street, Duke’s Car Services. Pretty sure you got tossed through the window a year ago.”
“I’ve been tossed through many windows but I know the place you’re talking about. So a big family, any friends? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?”
“I have a boyfriend,” she continued on hastily, taking the distraction for what it was. “I like him, a lot and we’ve been dating since high school. Everyone says I should marry him and we’ve talked about it, casually, but I’ve never dated anyone else and wonder if I should see other people first. You know, test the waters before I settle down with my high school sweetheart like my folks did and look how they turned out.”
“Mhmm,” Phantom hummed nodding, encouraging her to continue.
“DeShawn is great though, he’s very supportive and sweet in his own kind of absentminded way. He’s got epilepsy real bad though, I have to drive him everywhere since he’s always at risk of a seizure. Annoying sometimes but its nice, you can learn a lot about a person from a conversation while you’re alone together.”
“Very true, I’m learning a lot now,” Phantom smiled. “What about your siblings?”
“I have a brother and a sister, Kennedy is finishing his sophomore year of college and Janelle will be a senior in high school. She was a surprise baby, one last attempt of my parents to reconcile before the big D. It didn’t help but I got a great sister out of it, she’s a real firecracker.”
“Janelle,” Phantom’s eyes lit up. “She’s the one always dying her hair. I see her in the hallways of Casper, she’s hard to miss. I think she draws too, she won an art award I think.”
“Yeah!” Sydnee said enthusiastically, she reached out and grabbed ahold of Phantom’s arm. It was cold but solid. It reminded her that she really couldn’t feel anything, nothing but him. “Yeah, I swear her hair is a new color every time I see her. It’s a dark purple now, it looks pretty good on her. She was a peachy orange for picture day last year. Mom called her up screaming when she saw the photos.”
“I thought it looked cool,” Phantom grinned, “not that I was there for picture day. Ghost attack, you know. My mom was upset with me too.” They laughed lightly for a minute before it gently petered off leaving them alone in the dark. Sydnee didn’t have any feeling in her toes, in any part of her. She felt light and disconnected and all over out of sorts. She was pretty sure she knew what had happened but she couldn’t face it yet. But talking to Phantom, it seemed a little easier.
“I remember the attack now,” Sydnee stated quietly. “It was a big ghost bear only it was the size of a pickup truck. It rammed into the store there was chaos and screaming. It was so loud, the screaming of the customers, the bear, building coming down on top of us...” her lips wobbled. “We’re still in the store, aren’t we? I haven’t wanted to turn around because... because I know my body is buried underneath the concrete back there.”
“Yeah,” Phantom breathed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get here in time. Most everyone in the area got out but you and a few others in the store got trapped under the rubble. Mrs. McDaniels who lived on Eustis street and was the first woman in her family to go to college plus Eddie Drake who came down from Chicago to check out the ghost stuff with their boyfriend and was a tattoo artist.”
“Did you talk to them too?” She questioned in surprise.
“Briefly, Mrs. McDaniels didn’t stay long, just long enough to tell me, and I quote, “stop wasting time on her dead ass and get to the others.” She already passed on. Eddie, they didn’t take it well. We talked for a while and I think they need a little more time to accept it, see their loved ones first. I warned them that the longer they delay death, the harder it is and the more you lose yourself. You’re the last, all the way in the back of the store. When you’re ready, I’m going to bring your body out.”
“Thank you,” she whispered before breaking out into hysterical laughter. “God I bet I’m a wreck, I think I put my shirt on inside out I was in such a rush this morning,” she sniffled. “What do I do now, as a ghost? I don’t have to, like, attack people, do I?”
“No,” Phantom sighed. “Most ghosts are just normal people, no one else but other ghosts will see you and you’re not going to be strong enough to interact with the real world for a long, long time. You can stick around a bit if you want, watch over your family but it’s like I told Eddie, you forget things pretty quick. Or you can move on, that part I can’t help you with but I’ve helped a lot of others go that route and I’m told it’s easy.”
“Easy, then why haven’t you?” She questioned angrily, the full weight of the situation crashing over her. She shoved him and he floated back passively. “I’m a freaking ghost and you’re here talking to me like you’re my therapist or something. Who’s gonna take DeShawn to his appointments? Or praise my sister’s creative messes? Or badger Ken into picking major? My life is over and you think you can float there and lecture me about it being easy to move on!”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Phantom soothed, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry Sydnee, I wish I could turn back the clock an hour, two hours, and prevent this from happening but I can’t. I’ve tried to mess with time and it doesn’t end well for anyone. I just want, I just want what’s best for you now. You can stay or you can go but I want you to make the decision that you feel most comfortable with. That’s all I can do for you.”
“I think I’d be sad,” she said, crying again, “being able to see everyone but not talk to them, to watch them cry over me. I don’t want to forget them either.” Phantom watched her, easily and earnestly. “What made you choose to stay? Why didn’t you go?”
“I’m a little complicated but I can tell you, when I’ve done all I need to here, I’m not hanging around a second longer than I have to. Being a ghost has it’s perks but it’s also, it’s being stuck in a place you longer fit, watching the world go on without you.”
“Okay,” Syd hiccupped. “Okay, yeah okay.”
“Okay,” Phantom nodded. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No, please don’t,” she grabbed his hands again. “Please I don’t, I know I died alone but I don’t want to do... this alone. Please stay, ugh, calling you Phantom is weird sorry.”
“I don’t know if it’s any less weird but you can call me Danny,” Phantom, Danny, laughed. It was an ordinary name for a superhero but it fit. There was a special thrill in knowing the ghost boy’s name but it’s not like she was going to be around to tell anyone. It was scary, to think of not existing but also sort of comforting, like a long nap with nothing pressing to get up for.
“Can you tell them that I love them, in my place? I know it’s a lot and I’m sure you’re super busy saving the town and everything-”
"It’s not a problem. I’m sure they know but I’ll be happy to pass on the message,” he smiled and it made him look so young. For a second she was struck by how sad it was that she was relying on a kid a decade younger than her for support. But he was here and he was kind and he was what she needed right now. Maybe one day, he’d have his own person talking him through this last step.
“Okay, Danny, thanks really. For talking, for staying. I’m scared but I, I think I’m ready.” She closed her eyes and squeezed his hands tightly. “Do you, will it hurt?”
“No,” he said, his voice warm despite his inherent chill. “No, Sydnee. No, the hurting is all over now. All you have left ahead of you is peace. Thank you for all that did, you’ll be missed.”
“I’ll see you on the other side. Goodbye.” The world faded to a pinprick, consumed by light. The last thing she saw before she went into it was a stranger’s smile.
XxX
“Here’s the last,” Phantom said solemnly, delicately setting a broken body he’d carried out of the dilapidated building and on the sidewalk next to the others. “This is Sydnee Tanner, she was the only employee in the store at the time. She has cats at home who will need taking care of. Her dad works at Duke’s Car Services along with siblings and a boyfriend.”
“Don’t know how you know all that but thanks for getting these folks out,” Sheriff Newton sighed. “Damn shame. Keep up the good work kid, we’ll save the next ones for sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some rather unhappy news to break to several people.”
“Do you mind if I tag along? I have a few messages I need to pass on.”
#danny phantom#me: makes up a random OC for the sake of the story#also me: oh my gawd sydney oh my goodd im so sorry baby Im sorry#the exciting continuation of Robin gets weirdly existential and peaceful about death#just the image of Danny saving the living then going on to talk to and help the dead he couldnt save move on#it fucking gets me okay?#he really is the bridge hero for the living and the dead alike#i love him so fucking much#well now Im emo for the rest of forever#title from Taylor Swifts epiphany#amazing a story title that DOESNT come from the 18-19th century death poem#i must be mad#Im reading it over again and its like way longer than it needs to be bc I kept adding more and more to sydnees story
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The Moon Spirit - two
Dorian x reader, Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)
Description: When you’re taught to be a queen from such a young age, nothing could go wrong. But when the king starts to fear your growing power you find yourself thrust into a world of faeries, evil magic and powerful men, learning to stand on your own can be harder than it seems.
warnings: blood, graphic descriptions of violence, objectification, gross old men, Dorian is a ball of love and niceness however, angst, fluff, possibly smut in later chapters
word count: 2.9k
a/n: oof the plans i have for this series omg!! i hope you like this pls comment and tell me what u think and also feel free to give any ideas/ theories i love getting that sm!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥
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Finding a place to get a drink was easier said than done.
You had ridden along the cold, barren road for hours – your only company being the birds singing above you, the horse moving below you and the small bundle of content wrapped in your arms who had fallen asleep in your arms in seconds, occasionally yawning widely. And through those hours you had met no one and seen no place to stop.
You eventually had to stop, exhaustion slowing you down. You moved off course and tied your horse to a tree next to a small stream, running a comforting hand through its mane as it drank slowly. You slowly stripped off as well, taking your time as you removed the blood-soaked layers from your skin. Once you were bare, shivering in the cool morning air, you stepped slowly into the stream – swearing enough to make a sailor blush.
However, you relented, running your hands over your skin, wiping away the guards’ blood with a heavy heart as the water turned pink. Your whole body ached, yet you were numb. Men were dead because of you, and - if he hadn’t already – Dorian would hear of your disappearance soon. And then the king would pick him a new bride, and you would be forgotten.
Just as intended.
Amaris was mewling behind you, hungry and cold, wondering why you had left. Or maybe that was just you, maybe you were projecting. You climbed out of the water, pulling your undergarments back on as you found a sunny patch to sit in, allowing the newly risen sun to cleanse away the remnants of the night, drying your skin slowly.
After half an hour of silent tears you picked yourself back up, pulling on your stiff clothes and climbing onto your horse as you set off again. You couldn’t just lie down and die, no matter how much you wanted to, you had to look after your last gift from Dorian, and you had look after yourself.
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You ended up riding for hours more before you wandered into a small town. Dismounting, you led your horse through the town as you searched for a place to get food and maybe clean clothes, glaring down your nose at anyone who stared to long. Much like Dorian used to.
No. You tried to expel the thought of him from your head, not needing to be swept up in the thought of his forget-me-not eyes, nor did you need to remember that you may never get to look into them again.
What you needed was the tavern you could see at the end of the street.
You pushed through the street, ignoring the townspeople as you moved to the stables beside the tavern, giving your horse rest, food, and water. You hid Amaris in your coat as you moved into the tavern – back straight and head high as you walked.
The bar quietened down when you moved in, a small sprout woman pausing handing out drinks as she stared at you over a high skew nose. The bar smelt of sour whisky and piss, the surfaces barely visible beneath the dirt that covered every surface – the only source of light coming from tall candles that had been stuffed into wine bottles. The curtains over the windows were drawn tight, not allowing any other light in and the people in the bar all looked remarkably similar, tired. The woman behind the bar was petite, with a face alike a weasel and when she spoke you discovered her voice was just as shrill as you expected.
“And who do you think you are?” she moved in front of the bar, walking towards you as you levelled your gaze.
“I’m no one.” You replied, the answer vague enough that she hopefully wouldn’t try again.
“Then what do you want?” she was exasperated as she spoke, and you allowed yourself a moment of reprise as you glanced down at your clothes.
“A drink would be nice,” your voice was curt, tired. The small lady rolled her eyes, moving away as you approached the bar, allowing her to pour you a glass of cheap, hard liquor.
She slid it towards you, and you knocked it back quickly. “Do you also have fresh clothes and maybe some food for me and my cat?”
As she left with an eye roll, a man approached you, his hairline receding and breath fowl as he slung an arm around your shoulder, leaning far too close for your comfort as you trained your eyes forward.
“I can offer you a job,” he nodded his head and you looked over to see his eyes trained on the prostitutes in the corner, “I’ll even offer a free trial. To get you started.”
You felt panic rise like bile in your throat, your entire body tensing as you shoved this man’s arm of your shoulder. You calmed your face – unwilling to let any emotion show as you faced him.
“You couldn’t afford me,” you snarled, pushing down the heat growing in you as the curious eyes of the towns’ folk were once again turned on you.
“You bitch!” the man began shouting but was cut off by the shrill woman’s return. She unceremoniously dumped a pile of clothes in your lap, along with a small loaf and some fish, her gaze expectant.
You loosened the bracelet around your wrist, dropping it into her hand as she stared at the large jewels adorning it.
“That should cover it.” you muttered as you stood, keeping your gaze angry and forward as you shouldered past the burly man. You bundled the clothing and food in one hand, the other still holding Amaris tight to your chest as you left the dirty tavern.
You found your horse again, offloading the goods you had received into the worn satchels on its side – leading it out of the barn slowly, desperate to get out of this town.
--
Dorian was a mess.
He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, could barely speak anymore. It was enough to lose you, but to then realise that his own father had driven you away. His own father had made you feel so unsafe in your own home that you couldn’t even run to him, his father had made you feel so completely isolated that your only choice was to flee.
Chaol was trying to coax him back into civilised life, his brother mourning the loss of his friend, yet itching to find you. And level-headed as always, Chaol knew that wouldn’t happen with Dorian spending his days drinking or in bed – often both.
But Dorian didn’t know how to cope, he didn’t know how to plaster on a smile and pretend everything was okay. That was your specialty.
Almost a month had passed, and you certainly were nowhere to be seen. You weren’t coming home anytime soon and he was going to have to learn how to live without you eventually.
Every morning he woke up, a part of him hoped it was a bad dream, that you would be asleep in his arms, or giggling and pressing dizzying kisses into his jaw. He hoped one day he would just wake up and you would wrap your arms tight around his shoulders, tell him it was just a nightmare and stroke his hair until he fell back asleep.
But he knew that couldn’t happen, that life wasn’t kind enough to return his bride to him and so instead he chose to numb his thoughts. He ignored the flirty eyes of other woman, unable to look at them in their expensive dresses and jewels without his mind returning to you.
Everyday that passed without you hurt that much more, so when he sat on his throne as Chaol approached him with a beautiful but deadly woman, he decided since he couldn’t have his perfect woman, he must find her opposite. He couldn’t be who he was before – so he must become someone new.
--
You weren’t faring much better. The day you had left the bar, you had ridden all the way to the coast of Terrasan and had climbed onto the first boat to Doranelle. By the time you arrived in the city you had just about sold anything of value on your person and all you had left to sell was the poor horse you had taken away.
By the time it was just you and Amaris, you had acquired a small flat in the city – the walls were bare and there was only simple furniture in it, the mattress on the floor next to large windows, and worn cushions on a makeshift sofa next to a wooden table.
Every night Amaris crawled into bed next to you, licking away salty tears from your face as you pulled the thin, scratchy sheet closer over you – hoping to replicate even a shred of Dorian’s warmth, or the feeling of his arms wrapped secure around your waist. Most nights you didn’t sleep, the bags growing under your eyes as your heart slowly numbed. Amaris would bury himself in the warmth of your chest as your eyes blurred, watching the city move outside of your flat – the noise subdued and calming.
On the third day in the new city you set out to find work, desperate to find something that could numb the thoughts in your mind and make the days easier. Plus you were sick of grabbing the easiest food you could find. You found yourself walking to a library, deciding it would be the perfect mixture of solitude and work for you. And it helped that you had spent most your life reading, many nights curled under Dorians arms as you read your separate books – occasionally reciting a line to the other.
The old man at the front of the library was kind, his face wrinkled from easy smiles, and you could understand why his long, long life seemed so pleasing. The bookshelves were tall, dizzyingly tall, and filled with countless books that you wished you could search through for hours. There were also tall, stained windows lining the walls, letting in the beautiful morning light and showing how the dust danced around the room.
“So what brings you here?” he asked, moving around the desk he sat at and motioning for you to take a seat on the small, cushioned seats next to him.
You sat down gently, back straight but keeping your eyes trained on your neatly folded hands. “I need work, sir. I have very good qualifications and have been educated by the best.”
He laughed slightly at that, “That much is clear, my child. But I asked what brings you here? What is your story?”
You looked up to meet his eyes, unable to stop the pain that they revealed, and he took your hands gently in his warm ones, “The world has treated you poorly I see.”
You felt tears build in your eyes – this kindness so alien to your battered heart you couldn’t help yourself as you let out a soft sob. The man smiled kindly at you, squeezing your hands gently as he urged you to talk to him.
“I was f-forced to leave the man I loved,” you choked out, “his father tried to… hurt me.” Your explanation was an over-simplification, but you feared what may occur if you revealed the truth.
“Was he your mate?” the man asked kindly, and you shook your head.
“I am not Fae,” you explained, and he frowned, passing you his handkerchief as he stood.
“Are you sure about that?” he asked, retrieving a small, hand-held mirror, and handing it to you. You took it with a confused expression before looking in, gasping under your breath as you saw your ears had taken on a delicate point.
“I, I don’t- that’s not possible.” You shook your head, eyes wide as they met his.
“Where do you come from child?” he voice was gentle as he took in your shock.
“Adarlan.” You whispered and he smiled sympathetically.
“Then I believe a glamour has been removed recently.” You could feel yourself shaking, the weight of the knowledge hitting you. “Let me take a name dear, you can start work tomorrow, we’ve been needing some extra hands around here.”
“(y/n) (y/l/n)” your voice was small as you stood, shaking his hand lightly. “Thank you so much.”
“It’s no problem and remember when you work you can have a read through any book you like. Aisle sixteen contains many on the ancient spirits.” He looked down to your necklace pointedly and you bit your tongue so hard you tasted blood, desperate to not reveal any more than you already had.
“Thank you…” you trailed off and he smiled,
“Albert,” he finished for you. “And make sure to take care on your way home, this city is filled with powerful people, you would be smart to not mix with them.”
You nodded, pocketing the information in your mind, ready to add it to your list of rules.
--
Fenrys was tired. He had just gotten home from a month-long mission and all he wanted was to sleep, however he wasn’t quite ready to face Maeve yet and instead he decided to take a trip to his favourite library before she realised he was back.
He was walking in when he saw you, your eyes red but hopeful and he almost fell over at the sight of you. You were wearing common clothes but held yourself like royalty, head high and gaze ready to tear down a man who so much as looked at you wrong.
What he did next he wasn’t exactly proud of, but he needed an excuse, so he was willing to play his hand a bit. “Excuse me miss, do you happen to know where I could find the tilted goose?” your eyes widened when you saw him, fuelling his ego slightly.
He knew where the tilted goose was of course, it was one of his favourite bars, but you didn’t have to know that.
“Oh yeah, it’s just down this way. I’m walking that way I’ll show you,” your voice was like music to his ears, and he smiled, revelling in how you avoided his gaze, clearly intimidated by his stature.
“Thank you so much…?” he asked, and you smiled, softly, subdued.
“(y/n),” you stared walking in the correct direction, and he grinned.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. Fenrys.” He placed a hand to his chest as you laughed lightly.
“Quite a flirt aren’t you?” you asked, eyes sparkling.
“Can’t help myself, I’m not sure I’ve ever met such a beautiful woman.” He looked down to you as he fell into step beside you, noticing that you were taking a much longer way than needed. “You new here?”
“How’d you tell?” your tone was self-deprecating, and he laughed.
“This way takes about five minutes longer.” He stated and you whirled around, pointing a finger accusingly.
“You know how to get there.” He felt his face heat up as he raised his hands sheepishly.
“Maybe…” he grinned, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you began to storm off.
“See you around princess!” he called after you, almost missing the way your shoulders stiffened momentarily before you called over your shoulder.
“You’d be so lucky!” you replied, pace quickening as he watched you climb a set of stars that led to some run-down apartments.
He laughed, the smiled on his face coming naturally and surprising him. Oh his life was about to get much better.
--
You shouldn’t have enjoyed the pretty man’s company. And you hated yourself for it.
But he was so kind and for five minutes he made you feel normal again, loved again. See you around princess! The words wouldn’t stop replaying in you head. You weren’t allowed to be a normal girl; you were a princess, and you were on the run, and you definitely had no time for handsome men who flirted with you.
You couldn’t betray Dorian like that, he was probably waiting for you to come home. And you planned to. You would build your strength and you would learn to fight, and you would tear the king to shreds.
But for now, you had to settle for getting through each day, and that meant you had no time for handsome distractions. As you steeled your nerves you felt the loneliness settle on your shoulders, wrapping around you like a shadow, and you fought to reach deep inside yourself, finding the sliver of magic that was curled up – dormant – inside of you.
You found it and fought to awaken it, only receiving a shard of the true power. You stood in front of the dirty mirror in your bathroom, taking in your newly pointed ears and watching as your necklace glowed gently, your eyes turning silver as you released a small amount magic, watching as the bright light shattered the mirror in front of you.
Your eyes widened at the loud noise and with a flinch the magic was gone, the only proof it was even there was the shattered mirror in front of you.
You stared back at the cracked reflection and squared your shoulders. You were going to train, you were going to fight, and you were going to win. Even if it broke you.
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Waterloo Station
Several folks said, “I would love to see more of Regulus and Sirius shenanigans!” after Chapter 18. Well, lo and behold, I actually have a deleted bit of Chapter 18 showcasing just that. The second draft was from Sirius’ perspective, but since Sirius lent his voice to In Memoriam, and we’re about to hit a short run of non-Harry chapters, I brought the chapter back to Harry in the third draft. (the first draft was an entirely different Harry chapter about breaking James out of prison, but that got pushed back in favor of some character development; we’ll get back to it, I promise.)
So here’s a short bit, taken out of my scraps. It’s headed with “MY DARLING” because it is one of several darlings I have killed while writing Deathly Hallows, but it’s the only one to earn the all-caps title. Thanks to the magic of fanfic, I can still share this darling with you. (the alternate title for this chapter should be: Sirius Accidentally Outs Himself as a Furry)
Padfoot hated the city. It was loud and there were so many people, each with their own scents and emotions. He supposed he should count himself lucky Harry had bled so much, or the trail would have been harder to follow.
He recognized the wizards on the platform easily. Their attire of slacks combined with hoodies or rain slickers paired with thick rubber work boots marked them easily as incompetently dressed Ministry employees. Sirius supposed they were keeping an eye open for someone stupid enough to come to the platform in search of Harry, someone just like him.
The platform had been scrubbed clean, but Padfoot could still detect Harry’s scent through the bleach. He didn’t board the train that pulled into the station, not yet. He waited, sniffing the entrance of the car carefully. He didn’t smell Harry or bleach. So he sat back and waited. A few Muggles scratched his ears as they passed or before boarding the train. Sirius let them without protest.
He had learned that Muggles, by and large, enjoyed dogs as long as those dogs were gentle, still, and quiet. And if he was anything else — too loud, too quick, or too threatening — they were eager to chase him out or worse, catch him. It was a lesson he had learned early in his life, long before he had become Padfoot; it was just an easier lesson to follow when he was Padfoot. Something about a thick coat of fur, the eyes and ears of a predator, and four paws to run with made him far more comfortable and settled in his own skin than being a young boy in the middle of a war ever had.
Another train pulled in, and this one, too, didn’t smell of Harry, but the third one did. He followed the Muggles into the carriage, and noticed a small black shadow slip in after him. It hid under the seat, and Sirius pointedly ignored it. He took a post at the door and waited, ready to check each stop this train made until he found Harry.
Regulus had tried desperately to talk him out of this, but Sirius had ignored him. Between him, Lily, and Remus, Sirius was the only one who could track down Harry, and if he didn’t, Lily and Remus would. Lily was far more likely to be recognized on the platform than Padfoot was, making Sirius not only the safest choice, but the most efficient choice, given Padfoot’s hunting instincts.
The first stop didn’t have even a whiff of Harry, but the second one did, though it was no longer paired with bleach. Sirius could only surmise that Harry had healed any open wounds before exiting the train and he felt both relieved and proud.
That relief vanished almost as soon as he stepped off of the train. This station was enormous. It wasn’t just another Underground station; it was the biggest train station in London. Crowds hurried past, chasing after trains. Others clustered around kiosks and maps. Sirius’ heart sank. Harry could have boarded a train to practically anywhere from here, even Paris.
The small black shadow slunk out of the carriage behind him and slipped into a tiny space beneath a nearby bin. Padfoot put his wet nose to the ground and followed Harry’s faint scent to a ticket station. From there it was difficult to determine where to go next. He thought he had a faint trail of Harry’s blood but it was unusual, mixed with something else.
“Pardon me, sir,” a nearby Muggle said, “but you need to have your dog on a lead at all times —”
“Oh,” a man looked down at Padfoot. “He’s not my dog.”
Sirius decided to follow the scent of Harry’s blood. It led him out of the station and away from the Underground service workers. The last thing he needed was for a well-meaning Muggle to try to help him find his owner. The few times it had happened in the past, he had always had James to bail it out.
Sirius shook off the stab of grief that came with the thought. It was always easier to shake off grief as Padfoot, as if the same abilities that heightened his physical senses dulled the sharper edges of his hurt. Besides, he reminded himself, there was nothing he could do for James right now, not until they were able to find whatever Death Eater prison he was being held in — and they had to believe he was being held. What Sirius could do was find Harry.
Though it had been less than twenty-four hours since Harry had passed through here, London had a way of making people invisible, of burying passersby in the scent of automobile smog and endless eateries. Sirius had to work hard to discern the scent of Harry’s blood through it all, but he managed to follow the trail south for less than a mile until it disappeared into a tall, brown-brick residential building.
Padfoot sat down on the pavement and evaluated his options. It would not be hard to sniff out Harry, if he truly was in this building, but a large dog was likely to be chased out of a private building. As Sirius, it wouldn’t be hard to charm his way into the building, but it might be harder to find Harry.
Padfoot barked softly at the bushes. The black cat that had been tailing him crawled out. He knew Regulus had no interest in helping him, and had only come along as emergency backup in case of a duel, but Padfoot gestured his head towards the building anyway.
The small, black cat stared at Padfoot, then back up at the building. Reluctantly, he slipped up the stairs and into the building on the heels of an unsuspecting resident.
Padfoot sniffed the stone retaining wall. Plenty of people had passed through here, but he didn’t smell Harry, not exactly. He definitely smelled the blood trail he had been following, but that wasn’t the same thing as Harry’s scent. He wondered if it was Greyback who had come through here, but Sirius was fairly certain that he would recognize Greyback’s scent if he came across it.
He wondered, briefly, if Regulus had been right when he had said that Sirius was better off staying with Remus and Lily, rather than hunting down Harry. The full moon was just two days away, and he knew Remus was nervous. Brewing the Wolfsbane Potion had been impossible this week. They had been moving too frequently to get together the ingredients, and they still hadn’t figured out where Remus was going to transform. Lily would need to be somewhere safe but on hand in case of emergency, and they couldn’t be anywhere too open that might put others at risk. Tonks had, kindly, suggested hers and her mother’s home, but that had only sent Remus into another downward spiral. Remus was wary enough of transforming around people he loved when he had the Wolfsbane Potion to keep his mind. He was never going to allow himself to lose control with Tonks so close at hand.
Sirius tried to shake his worries off. Remus was tomorrow’s problem. Harry was today’s.
Regulus returned from his investigation surprisingly quickly. He hurried across the street and over a low wall, into some plants. When he stepped out as himself, Sirius reluctantly followed and also used the wall as cover to return to his human form.
“What did you find?” Sirius asked.
Regulus smoothed the front of his cloak. “Harry isn’t there.”
“I know.”
“Then why did we come here?”
Sirius swung his legs over the wall. “Because someone here has information about Harry. Did you follow the blood trail?”
“It’s going to be a dead end.”
“I’d prefer you didn’t use that word.”
“The trail is cold, Sirius. We have no way to know where Harry has gone.”
“Give me a flat number and I’ll go myself.”
Regulus hesitated, but Sirius knew he would give in. They were stubborn, the both of them, but Regulus had never built up the tolerance for conflict that Sirius had. Sirius could thrive in the center of chaos; he’d had to in order to survive. Regulus, however, invested too much effort in fighting chaos. It was always going to be a losing battle.
Regulus crossed the street, back to the building. He pointed his wand at the lock, but it didn’t budge.
Sirius looked over Regulus’ shoulder. “Oh, it’s one of those keypads? <i>Alohomora</i> is no good.” He dug his own wand out and aimed a hot white spark. It fizzed and sputtered and then the lock clicked.
Regulus pulled the door open. “Did you break it?”
Sirius shrugged. “They malfunction all the time. Keeps the Muggle maintenance men employed.”
Regulus led Sirius upstairs to the top floor and gestured at a door near the stairwell. “The trail leads here. But I didn’t see, hear, or smell anything to indicate that Harry might be here. I can’t imagine Harry would have stayed in London.”
“No, but if whoever lives here had Harry’s blood on them, they might be able to tell us something.”
“And if that person is a Death Eater?”
“Then I guess we’ll duel them.” Sirius knocked on the door.
“We aren’t even going to try to disguise ourselves?” Regulus hissed at him, but Sirius couldn’t answer, because the door opened.
The gentleman in the doorway wore a fine Muggle suit. His skin was dark and he had a neatly trimmed beard and shaved head. He looked about Sirius’ age, and was about as tall, though definitely rounder in both face and build.
He looked over the two of them and raised a thick eyebrow. “Can I help you?”
Sirius held out his hand. “I hope so. My name’s Sirius.”
“Nigel Brooks,” he said, and shook Sirius’ hand warily. His eyes drifted over Sirius’ shoulder to Regulus, but Sirius had a feeling Regulus would not be keen on an introduction.
Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph. “We’re trying to find someone, and we think you might have run into him.” The picture of Harry was from Remus’ wedding. He had folded it over so that Ron and Hermione were hidden, along with most of the movement in the picture. Harry still blinked and his smile moved slightly, but Sirius hoped the Muggle would just think it a trick of the light.
Brooks took the photo to examine it more closely, then shrugged. “Might’ve seen him around.” He looked Sirius and Regulus over again. “You don’t look like police.”
Sirius glanced down at his worn jeans and leather jacket. “Hardly,” he said. “I’m his godfather. His mother’s awfully worried. We’re just trying to get some information.”
Brooks returned the photograph. “I’m afraid I can’t help you. Best of luck, though.”
He started to close the door, but Sirius wedged his foot in the door. “We know you saw him, and at the very least, got his blood on you. We’re just trying to find out where he might have gone. There are dangerous people after him.”
Nigel straightened, and Sirius recognized a familiar determination in his dark eyes. “If what you say is true, and if I really did run into a young man, injured and running for his life, then what makes you think I would tell the first strangers who knocked on my door anything about him?”
“We’re his family.”
“Family can’t be dangerous?” Brook’s voice was cold, and Sirius, while he appreciated the man’s desire to protect Harry, felt outmatched. He didn’t feel outmatched very often.
“His name is Harry,” Regulus said, “and all we want is to know that he’s alive. You don’t have to tell us where he went, just tell us that he’s safe.”
Brooks stared at Regulus for a moment, then opened the door so it was no longer pressing on Sirius’ foot. “He’s alive, as far as I know. There was a lot of blood, but his injuries weren’t as bad as they looked. I thought whoever was chasing him had torn his wrist open, but when he showed it to me, there wasn’t even a scratch. He refused to go to hospital, just said he wanted out of the city, so I put him on a train. That’s the last I saw of him.”
“Has anyone else come asking for him?”
“No. You’re the first.”
“Thank you for your help.” Regulus inclined his head. “Sirius, we’re done here.”
Sirius did not think they were done. He wanted to know exactly which train Harry had gotten on. But Regulus was already leaving.
“Reg — wait —” But Regulus did not wait. Sirius eyed Brooks, but he supposed Regulus was right. They weren’t going to get anything more out of this man.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
“Sirius —” Brooks hesitated, and Sirius waited, hopeful.
But Brooks gave them neither a train nor destination. Instead, he handed Sirius a small business card. “If you find him, I’d like to know he’s alright.”
Sirius looked down at the plain white card. It had the man’s name printed on it and the contact information for an art gallery.
“I’d find him faster if you’d tell me more.”
“He told me he was going to find his aunt and uncle,” Brooks said. “If you’re really his family, it shouldn’t be hard for you to track them down.” And he closed the door.
Sirius walked away, more confused than when they had arrived. He met Regulus at the bottom of the stairs.
“Did he tell you anything?” Regulus asked.
Sirius handed Regulus the business card. “He said Harry went to stay with an aunt and uncle. Do you think he meant Tonks and Remus?”
“I suppose that would be a simple way to explain their relationship to a stranger. Why would Harry go to Remus?”
“Maybe a fight with Greyback scared some sense in him.” Sirius found himself hoping it was true rather than believing it was true. Harry had been pushing them away all summer, and Sirius thought one duel unlikely to have changed Harry’s mind. Harry had his mother’s stubbornness, after all.
Regulus handed the card back to Sirius. “I suppose there’s nothing else to do. We’ll just have to trust this man Brooks’ word that Harry is safe.”
“We’re hardly done.” Sirius was already walking back to the station at a brisk pace. “Now we show Harry’s photograph on the platforms. We start with the line headed for Tonks, and pray he didn't actually board a train to Paris.”
An unusual anger sparked in Regulus’ cold gaze as he hurried after Sirius. Not that Regulus never got angry, but he usually tempered it so well. “Harry is wanted by some of the most dangerous people in the world and you think it's a good idea to flash his picture around to every blasted Muggle in London — you’re also wanted by those same people! You can't just spend a day on a platform where they're surely to be looking for Harry — it’s absurd!”
Regulus' general frown of displeasure twitched with his outburst. His nose scrunched the tiniest bit and his already thin lips seemed to disappear. He looked so much like Narcissa. Sirius looked away, wishing his brother could wear someone else’s face. He wished, more often than not, that he could wear someone else’s face, too. Perhaps that was just another reason it was so much easier to be Padfoot.
“We’ll wear disguises.” Sirius surprised himself with the “we.” He had never wanted Regulus to come along on this hunt in the first place, but suddenly he was not keen on Regulus leaving him to it alone. “Hell we could even pretend to be Hit Wizards, deputised with hunting Harry down, if any wizards question us.”
“But the Muggles, Sirius! You’ll have to Obliviate every single one of them that you talk to, or else the Death Eaters or Hit Wizards or Muggle-born Registration Commision or Snatchers or any other group of wizards that want you and I dead could interrogate them and track it back to us — or worse back to Harry.”
“That will take us forever —”
“Why can't you just let Harry go? You know he got away from Greyback. Brooks put him on a train, helped him, made sure he wasn’t injured, so he must be safe somewhere. Isn’t that enough?”
“No. Not for me, and not for Lily nor Remus.” It wouldn’t be enough for James, either.
“You can't protect him from everything, Sirius. He’s seventeen now, and whatever Dumbledore’s asked of him —”
Anger flared hot and bright in Sirius' chest as he whirled on Regulus, and there was no Padfoot to soften the edges as he snarled Regulus words back at him. “‘Whatever Dumbledore’s asked of him’? Harry’s told us you're in on it so don't give me that hippogriff shit acting like you don't know. Like you're not keeping all the same secrets from us as Harry is. Like this is somehow less your fault, just because you slink away from arguments whenever you damn well please.”
Regulus’ temper faded from his face, replaced with an unusual, stricken expression that Sirius was not sure he had ever seen on his brother. Blacks felt many things, and usually felt them strongly, but fear? That wasn't something Sirius had seen in any of his cousins before, nor his brother.
But to Regulus’ credit, he did not transform into a cat and run away. He carefully schooled his expression back into its traditional calm and proud with a dash of disdainful form.
“I’ll help you find Harry,” he finally said in a quiet, almost apologetic voice. “But we Transfigure our disguises, no Polyjuice. It's too unreliable. And we Obliviate every Muggle we meet — don’t argue with me on this, Sirius! Yes, it will take longer, but it will keep Harry safer, and I trust that wherever he has run off to, he is indeed safe. We would have heard otherwise if he wasn't.”
Sirius took in several deep breaths to make sure his anger was cooled, at least enough that it would not attract the attention of those passing by them on the pavement, before speaking again. “Fine. Let’s do what we can today. And I want to put a word in the paper to Tonks, just in case he really did mean that he was on his way to her and Remus.”
“The paper? Sirius —”
“Not the <i>Prophet</i>. I’m not an idiot. Tonks, Remus, and I have a code we use for personals in the <i>Times</i>. Her idea. Said her dad used to use it in the first war to communicate with some of his Muggle-born friends, at first just after he and Andromeda eloped and had gone to ground to avoid her family, then as part of the war effort.”
Regulus shook his head. “It’s still risky —”
“It’s a war. There’s risk. Accept it and move on. The longer you whine about it, the longer nothing gets done.”
Regulus studied Sirius, and Sirius did not care for the intent look on Regulus’ face, almost like Regulus was trying to peer directly into his thoughts. It reminded him too much of their mother, trying to parse just how much trouble Sirius was in, just how much damage he had done.
But Regulus did not scold Sirius, nor criticise him. “I’m sorry,” he said instead. “You're right.”
Had Sirius been in a slightly better mood, he might have had a joke ready, made Regulus repeat his apology. As it stood, Sirius had trouble accepting it at all. Perhaps it was no real wonder he and Regulus had grown so far apart. Even when one reached out, the other couldn't bother to reach back.
He zipped up his jacket, suddenly cold, though it was only the middle of the afternoon, and kicked his boots against a nearby wall. It didn't lessen his frustration.
And after a full day walking up and down train platforms, talking to and Obliviating every Muggle they met, Sirius was no less frustrated. The task ahead of them was enormous, and with each passing day that left them with no leads, it seemed more and more futile.
But there was nothing else to do. Lily and Remus did their part connecting with the Order, hunting down rumors of sightings of Harry, while Regulus and Sirius plodded on through Muggle after Muggle and Memory Charm after Memory Charm.
It was two full moons more before, finally, a Muggle woman frowned as she looked at the photo.
“I think… Goodness it’s been a while, but I think I did see him. Or I saw a boy who looked like him. Had red hair. I thought it odd with his complexion, but it was a dark sort of red, I suppose. The glasses… I can’t remember if he was wearing them or not. He was a twitchy lad, though, rather unhappy face. Is he in some sort of trouble?”
“No,” Sirius said, though it was not exactly true. He spoke quickly, anxious to get every detail out of this woman. “I’m his godfather, just trying to track him down. Can you tell me where he went?”
She pursed her lips. “I think… it must have been the rail line that goes out to Portsmouth — yes, I was visiting my sister that day, and I remember he had a large pack. I thought he must be on his way home from a walking tour.”
Sirius could not fathom what might have attracted Harry to Portsmouth. He wondered if it had something to do with Dumbledore. Maybe Regulus would know, but Regulus said nothing, mere stood at Sirius’ side, waiting to Obliviate this poor woman as soon as she was done talking.
“Do you know where he got off the train?” Sirius asked.
She frowned and handed the photograph back to Sirius. “I don’t know… he tripped over my bag on his way out. I felt awful. It… oh! It was Guildford. Yes, I remember, because —”
“Thank you so much for your time,” Regulus interrupted. Then, her eyes glassed over. She blinked at Sirius and Regulus, slowly, uncertain.
“Er — can I help you?” she asked.
“No, thanks,” Sirius grunted, and as soon as she was gone, he whirled on Regulus. “She might have had more information!”
“We needed to know where Harry had gone. Now we know. What else could she have told us? It’s not as if she followed him off the train. Besides, Sirius, she saw Harry over a month ago. There’s no way Harry’s still in Guildford, no reason he would stay in one place for so long.”
“Are you sure?” Sirius lowered his voice and tried to keep the threatening tone out of it, but he found it difficult. “You don’t know of anything in Guildford that might keep him there? Nothing to do with Dumbledore or You-Know-Who?”
Regulus’ stare was even, but that didn’t tell Sirius much. “Nothing. And if you can’t think of anything that would keep him there, then all we can do is go down there and see if some other Muggle happens to remember him passing through months ago — there’s just no sense in it. We know he got away safely. Let that be enough.”
Sirius was no longer listening to Regulus. He had plucked a map from a kiosk and was staring at Guildford on the network of spider web lines spiraling out from Waterloo Station, trying to make sense of why it had appealed to Harry.
“I’m an idiot,” he finally said.
“That’s nothing new,” Regulus said.
“Brooks told us where he was going from the beginning and I was too stupid to understand.”
“What are you talking about?”
“He was going to see his aunt and uncle, is what Brooks said. Not Tonks and Remus — his mum’s sister. Her Muggle family.”
“Does Harry even know them?”
“He knows they’re in hiding, and he knows their house will be empty — bloody hell I can’t believe I’m that thick.” Sirius balled the map up in his fist.
“Should we tell Lily and Remus —”
“Let’s make sure he’s there before we get their hopes up.” Sirius fought down another grunt of frustration. He had not felt this stupid in a long time, but how was he supposed to connect Harry to Petunia and Vernon, whom Harry had met perhaps twice in his life? He did not even wait to slip away to a hidden corner of the platform to Disapparate. He turned on the spot, in the midst of a crowd of Muggles, ignoring all of Regulus’ protests, and disappeared with a crack.
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