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shy-urban-hobbit · 10 months

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For the first time in a long time, Eskel wasn’t the first one back. It wasn’t surprising, apparently Geralt had arrived back a fortnight ago, anxious to be back with Ciri. The child was currently sat at one of the long tables, legs swinging as she drew in the blank journal Vesemir had given her whilst the adults talked amongst themselves. It was to be a welcome home present for her Uncle Eskel and therefore, she was determined to make it the best picture of her entire six years.

“I ran into Lambert a couple of months back.” Eskel said as he finished warming up by the roaring fire in the great hall after his climb up to Kaer Morhen, “He said he’s bringing his Cat with him this year.”

Vesemir nodded, “Meaning he’ll be coming from further South, so we should expect him a little later.”

Ciri looked up at that, “Uncle Lambert has a cat?”

“Hmm? Yes, Aiden.” Geralt answered, attention still mostly on his brother.

Ciri gave an excited wiggle. Her grandmother had never allowed her to have a pet. The closest she’d come was the cat owned by one of the courtiers; a fat, fluffy thing with a squashed face named Pumpkin (something which had confused Ciri, considering the cat wasn’t orange). She imagined pulling a string for them to chase, sitting petting them whilst Uncle Eskel read to her from one of the storybooks he’d decided wasn’t too grown up for her like he had last winter. Maybe she’d be allowed to have them sleep in her room sometimes. Oh yes, Ciri couldn’t wait!

“Papa, where will Aiden be sleeping?” Ciri had looked all around the Keep and she couldn’t find anything resembling a cat bed. Not even a cushion like the one Pumpkin would spend all day sitting on.

“He usually shares with Lambert.” Geralt said, as he tucked her in, “He’ll have his own room too though. Just incase.”

Ciri blinked. The cat was going to have its own room, “Why?”

“He’s like anybody else. He likes to have his own space sometimes or he gets grumpy. You warm enough?”

She nodded, feeling her eyelids already starting to grow heavy, “Goodnight, Papa.”

“Goodnight, Cub.”

Ciri was perched on one of the kitchen counters, munching on a couple of carrot sticks Eskel had handed to her when a thought struck her, “Uncle Eskel, will Aiden have to catch and eat the rats?”

Eskel laughed loudly and had to pause in his vegetable chopping so he didn’t lose a finger, “You know, I only said that as a joke about your Uncle Lambert’s cooking, right? And no, Cub, there’s more than enough here for Aiden too. Nobody's going to go hungry.”

“Okay.” Ciri nodded and went back to her snack, satisfied with her answer she’d gotten.

Geralt reported seeing smoke halfway down the mountain. Lambert would be home by tomorrow.

“Will Aiden like me?”

Pumpkin had hissed and scratched at her if she ever tried to pet him or play with him after all. Even though she was nice and never tried to pull his tail or anything like that.

Vesemir ruffled her hair, “He’ll love you, Cub. Just do as you do with everyone else here and take heed if he wants to be left alone, alright? Don’t go chasing him.”

“We were worried you wouldn’t make it.” Geralt said, embracing Lambert in a rough hug, not waiting for the other to shake the snow off his cloak and boots, “Thought we’d have to come down and dig you out. Aiden.” He extended a hand to the stranger, who grasped it tightly.

Ciri stared up at the man stood next to her uncle. The man her papa had called Aiden. He was a little shorter and leaner, but still tall with green eyes and a friendly smile, his curly black hair flecked with snow and tied back from his face.

“You’re not a cat.”

That drew their attention. Aiden cocking his head towards her with an “Eh?” whilst Geralt hissed her name in admonishment.

Ciri crossed her arms, “Papa, you all said Uncle Lambert was bringing a cat back.”

“Geralt, what is she-“

Aiden put a hand on Lambert's forearm, interrupting him, “I think I see what’s happened.”

He crouched so he was level with the little girl, fighting to keep down his laughter lest she think it was directed at her and not the situation (Eskel had already lost that battle and had retreated to the kitchen), “I’m a Cat in the same way your Uncle Lambert’s a Wolf. That’s my school, see.” He held out his medallion for Ciri to get a good look at.

“There’s other Witcher schools?”

“A year here and she doesn’t know that. What the fuck have you actually been teaching her, old man?”

“Lambert, watch your language!”

Ciri turned big eyes on the group, “So, there’s no cat for me to play with?”

“Oh I wouldn’t say that, Cub. I’m always up for a round of hide and seek, and I bet you’ve found all the best hiding places by now.”

Ciri nodded, it was true. When she wasn’t at lessons with Grandpa Vesemir, she’d had a lot of time to explore.

Aiden gave her an easy grin, “Great.” He dropped his voice to a stage whisper, “You can show me the best places to hide from your Uncle. It’s always funny making him jump.”

Ciri giggled.

“Alright, back to your lessons now Ciri. Let Lambert and Aiden get settled.”

Ciri took Geralt’s hand, letting him lead her to the library. They may have waited until Ciri was out of earshot, but Geralt heard all too clearly the Cats laughter and Jaskier-worthy exclamations about how she was “Too fucking adorable!”. Geralt smiled down at the little blonde head. Yes, she most definitely was.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #Lambert #witcher ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #ciri #child ciri #witcher geralt #geralt #witcher eskel #eskel #witcher vesemir #vesemir

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jungle-angel · 10 months

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these farmcore prompts all look so good! but you’ve talked a lot about the floyd family and farmer’s markets, would you mind expanding on that with #1 and bob, please? ☀️

OOoooooh absolutely my dear, I'd be more than happy to do so (lol).

"You got her?" you asked, unbuckling yourself from the passenger seat of the truck.

"Yep, I've got Deidre if you've got the two little demons next to her," Bob chuckled.

You jumped out of the truck and into the crisp fall air, cool and almost biting as you unbuckled Auggie and Patrick from their carseats and helped them down to the ground in the dirt and gravel parking lot where you had parked. It was one of those days where it was peak season for the markets and for all the things that came with the fall.

Bob lifted four month old Deidre out of her own carseat, kissing her soft pink cheeks as he wrapped her loosely in her Irish knit blanket his grandmother had made for her.

"Do we need to get the stuff out of the back of the truck?" you asked.

"Nah, my brothers can get it," Bob said with a dismissive wave. "Besides, I think Hangman and Rooster are driving my mother and father crazy."

You laughed as Bob's brothers, Sean, Michael, Eugene and Liam, all went around to the back of the truck and began unloading the produce, crates and baskets for the stands.

You couldn't believe how huge the market was this year, nor had you seen so many people in one place. So many farm and ranching families had come to make an extra penny, some as a side hustle and others just to keep the farm or the ranch afloat. All around the bright reds, yellows, oranges and browns exploded from the tops of the trees while the smells of cinnamon, pumpkin, apples and hot autumn lunches reached your nostrils.

Sure enough, you found Rooster and Hangman both with Bob's mother, Irene, and his grandmother, Marty. The Nguyens had the stall across from the Floyds, both Philip and his wife conversing back and forth in rapid Vietnamese that was easily lost in the cacophony of chatter surrounding you and Bob.

"Dare you to eat one," Hangman told Rooster when Rooster was done filling a basket full of long, thin, wrinkly looking chili peppers from Irene's garden.

"No thanks Bagman," Rooster told him. "I don't wanna be parked on the can, shootin fire outta my ass all day long."

"Oh c'mon," Hangman insisted.

"Jake, we are not burning down the farmstand," Irene said, pretending to chide him. "This is the one thing that helps keep the ranch afloat and the last thing we want is the newspapers reporting that the market burned down from you two lighting your own farts on fire."

"Oh honey come off it," Marty chuckled as she filled the small wooden barrel buckets with apples and peaches from the orchards. "Navy boys used to do alot worse back in my day."

You and Bob caught the tail end of the conversation, greeting your friends and family as the first few customers came up to make their purchases. "You guys all doin ok?" Bob asked.

"Yeah save for the fact that ass-jack over here is trying to make me eat one of your Meemaw's chili peppers," Rooster pointed out.

"Hey!" Hangman cut it.

"Any idea where the other numbskulls are?" Bob asked.

"Mickey's helping your dad and grandfather and so isn't Natasha," Irene explained as she plated some of Marty's soft, cakey cinnamon cookies and stuck them on the counter with the rest of the baked goods. "Javy and Reuben? I have no idea where they went."

You and Bob glanced at each other curiously, but no matter, they were bound to turn up somewhere.

"Alright my lovely queen," Joe called out as he placed a crate full of glass bottles full of milk. "This is the last of the milk, straight from the cow herself."

Bob snorted and smothered a laugh. You carefully put Deidre in her little wicker basket while your two sons ran off with their grandfather to finish off the last of the unloading.

You and Bob were in absolute heaven as you helped people with their orders, handing out hot cups of cider, little bags full of apples, peaches, little teal colored containers full of strawberries, blueberries, blackberries and raspberries, chili peppers, potatoes, lettuces, cabbages, carrots, onions and so many other things that had grown easily on the Floyd land.

The baked goods of course had been the biggest hit with Marty's cinnamon cookies being the favorite of the kids who would come by, along with slices of Irene's coffee cake, chocolate and caramel turtles, carrot cake bites, cinnamon and pumpkin cake donuts and steaming hot cups of pumpkin and cinnamon flavored coffee. However, the antics that had ensued were a little less than expected.

"Hi, I'm cute, why don't you take a photo with me, it's just a dollar," Jake said, holding a giggling Baby Deidre up in front of his face, his voice as high pitched as it could possibly go.

"Jacob Glen Seresin! Put my baby down!" you demanded.

"Oh c'mon (y/n)," he pretended to whine. "She's cute, it'll help rake in extra money."

You rolled your eyes, handing off a carrot cake square to an elderly woman and her husband. "I wouldn't worry about it (y/n)," Bob assured you. "Ten to nothing, she'll spit-up on him later."

Bob had spoken a little too soon when a flabbergasted Jake looked at the two of you, the front of his shirt covered in a splatter of white goo. "Um.......um......I dunno what just happened," he stammered.

"C'mere princess," Bob said, taking your daughter from her uncle's arms gently putting her over his shoulder and patting her back.

You handed Jake the dish rag, feeling a little bad for him. "Thanks (y/n)," he said.

"No worries dumbass," you replied with a chuckle. "This is why we love you guys."

All day long you and Bob did what you could to help out at the farmstand, selling all the goods that had come from the farm. You and Bob lived for days like this, when you could be surrounded by friends, family and all that came from the land itself.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyoyte machado #reuben paybak fitch

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

warnings: none

It was quiet in the house. Too quiet. I gently tip toed through the hallway, peaking into each room. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Or even who. Maybe Kim. Maybe mom. Hopefully Edward. Ever since he came to live with us, I couldn’t shake this pull towards him. It was magnetic. And it seemed like he felt the same way. Or at least that was the feeling I got. Now it was a few days until Halloween and I wanted to get Edwards help with decorating the house. Or rather I wanted someone to keep me company while I decorated the house.

“Edward?” I asked quietly as I entered the basement.

“Yes?” His soft voice made me smile. I fully walked into the room.

“Want to help me with the decorations while everyone is out?” He nodded eagerly and I slowly made my way back out of the basement, periodically looking over my shoulder to make sure that he was following me. “Did you celebrate Halloween before?”

“No. At least not that I can remember.” His soft voice echoed slightly as we walked down the hall. “The inventor seemed more preoccupied with finishing me than anything else.” There was a sadness to his voice and as we stepped into the living room I gently put a hand on his arm, just below his hands.

“Do you wish he had finished you?” I asked quietly. He shook his head. It was quiet for a bit while I set about pulling out the boxes of decorations. Edward asked a few questions as I pulled various ceramic pieces out and set them up. “Kim made this.” I held up a small ceramic pumpkin before setting it on the table in front of him. Edward gently poked at it with one of the scissors.

“It’s pretty.” His eyes raised from the pumpkin to meet mine. “Did you make anything?” I nodded and dug in the box a little before pulling out a small ghost.

“I made this.” I set it on the table and Edward leaned closer to it.

“I like it.” He smiled at me before settling back on the couch. I smiled back at him before going back to digging through the box. “(Y/N)? Can I ask you something?” I nodded as I kept pulling out various paper crafts that mom really should have gotten rid of long ago but couldn’t bring herself to throw away.

“Sure Edward.” I responded, my eyes flitting up to see him watching me carefully.

“Do you like me the same way I like you?” I froze as I looked up at him. I slowly straightened up and ran my hands down my jeans.

“How do you like me?” I asked quietly, slowly taking a seat on the edge of the couch. Edward shuffled over a little bit before nervously clicking the scissors together.

“Like Kim likes Jim.” His voice was softer and I gently reached out to rub his forearm. I smiled gently at him.

“Then yes. I do like you the way you like me.” I whispered, scared of frightening him. He nodded before turning to the little ghost on the table. “Did you want to date me Edward?” He nodded again, not looking at me. I pulled my hand away from his and stood up. “Let me finish up in here and then we can head out to get something to eat. How does that sound?” This time Edward looked over at me.

“That sounds good.”

#edward scissorhands #edward scissorhands x reader #Edward scissorhands fanfic #Edward scissorhands fanfiction #Edward scissorhands imagine #Johnny depp #johnny depp x reader #johnny depp fanfic #johnny depp fanfiction #johnny depp imagine #tim burton #halloween imagine #halloween prompts #halloween imagines #spooky season #spooky season imagines #spooky season imagine

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lullabytaeyong · 8 months

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Pumpkin Patch - R!🦊🐻

✦✧✦✧ Ageretober Day 1 ✦✧✦✧

Summary: Yeonjun and Beomgyu get to have an adventure at the pumpkin patch with their cg’s

Word count: 1,060

Beomgyu and Yeonjun held hands as they followed Soobin off the big van they all took to the pumpkin patch. None of them had ever been to one before, but with halloween approaching and two littles begging to go, they took the leap. It was slightly overcast and a little breezy, but overall a nice a day to be outside for awhile. Kai decided to dress up the two regressors in complimentary outfits according to the weather. Since they were the only ones who felt small that day, he took his opportunity to baby them. Yeonjun reported feeling small that morning, bursting into the bathroom while Soobin was mid shower and stating that he was 6. Beomgyu on the other hand, had to be dragged out of bed and spoon fed his breakfast. He made no effort to wake up even though it was well past 10am. Barely a word came out of his mouth for hours, so they assumed he felt much much smaller than Yeonjun.

The cozy knitted sweaters they were dressed in were made by the same artist and were a stripy combination of moss green, rusty oranges, and browns. In the middle of Beomgyu's was a fox with it's front foot up, and on Yeonjun's was a sleepy brown bear. Kai thought having them wear each others animal representatives was the cutest thing in the world. And he was right. The two walking hand in hand, in matching brown corduroy pants and handmade sweaters was a sight to see. Beomgyu waddled along with his eye drooping closed, as they all headed towards the field. He fell asleep on the way there and couldn't wake up.

"Look! There's so many!!" Yeonjun gasped, pointing enthusiastically ahead of them. He dropped Beomgyu's hand and sprinted ahead of everyone, even Soobin, who was supposed to lead.

Poor Beomgyu, stopped in his tracks and pouted with a whine. He watched Soobin jog after the other regressor and felt left behind, but he didn't have the energy to run. Just when he was about to start the water works, the two youngest's appeared at his side. He looked up at Kai, on his right, and silently lifted his arms up.

"Uppie." He mumbled.

"If you insist." Kai gave in easily and hoisted him up, appreciating the head nuzzle Beomgyu gave him on the side of his neck.

"You have to stay awake if you want to pick a pumpkin, Beoms." Taehyun chided lightly.

Eventually, the trio caught up to Soobin and Yeonjun and started looking around. Nearby, at the fence on the sides of the pumpkin patch, were hay bales and big flat rocks to sit on. Kai decided to take a seat with Beomgyu for a few minutes and gave him his paci, covering it up with a black paper face mask. He talked to him to get him more awake and aware, so he could keep up with the rest of them.

"I want the biggest one!" Yeonjun exclaimed to Soobin, pulling on his arm.

"We'll see about that. Start looking, but watch your step. You don't want to twist your ankle." He explained. Yeonjun nodded scampered down the row of pumpkins they stood at.

Soobin didn't have to search too long for a decent looking pumpkin, so he ended up with Kai on the sidelines, watching Yeonjun frolic. He ran, crouched, inspected, and ran again. He made a big loop around the entire field and went up and down multiple rows. There had to be a big one hiding somewhere. Taehyun slowly trailed behind him, stopping now and then a few times before picking up a tall pumpkin. It had a dent and looked more like a bean, but that's what gave it character.

"That's ugly." Yeonjun laughed when he circled back to Taehyun.

"Hey! You wouldn't want to turn into a pumpkin and be called ugly, would you?"

"No..." Yeonjun sighed. He gave the pumpkin a pat and set off again.

Meanwhile, Soobin and Kai were trying to convince Beomgyu to take a look at all the options. He was the one most desperate to go the week before, but now he was being stubborn. When Kai tried to put him down, he just slumped to his knees and started crying because of the dirt.

"Come on, Beomie. Let's go find a pumpkin to carve. Then we can get something from the farm stand, okay?" Soobin said gently, throwing in a casual bribe for Beomgyu's sake. If they didn't get him to participate he'd wake up the next day mad at his little self.

"Hmph." He whined, as he hoisted into Soobin's arms this time.

"You can put whatever you want on your pumpkin, baby. A kitty face, a funny face, a monster...maybe even Elsa." Soobin tried to get him engaged. An Elsa pumpkin was probably way out of their skill set of zero, but he was willing to try.

"E'sa?" Beomgyu wondered.

"Yeah! Kai-ah, what are you going to make?" Soobin asked, crouching with Beomgyu to look at a small group of pumpkins, looking at the sides of them all.

"I don't know, yet. Maybe your face. It might be too scary." Kai teased, grabbing a random pumpkin, as Soobin sent him an unimpressed look that made him laugh. Beomgyu also found it amusing and giggled cutely.

"Oh, you think my face is funny, Mister?" Soobin smiled, tickling his belly and letting him squirm out of his arms. Beomgyu shrieked playfully and ran away a few feet.

His attention was quickly caught by the damp dirt under his boots that left footprints behind. He stomped his foot just to see one appear and spotted a round pumpkin about the size of a soccer ball. It was a bit dusty, but his regular adult subconscious knew it was a good pick.

"D'at one!" He called out happily to Soobin and Kai.

With all their choices made, the only person left was Yeonjun.

"Where's Junnie at?" Soobin asked, squinting as he looked over the wide field.

"There..." Taehyun chuckled, pointing to the left. Yeonjun was wrapping his arms around in different ways, trying to lift a abnormally large pumpkin into a wagon.

"Yeonjun! If you can't carry it, leave it." Soobin shouted, without an ounce of malice, just to reach his ears.

"But its perfect!" Yeonjun called back, sulking.

#kpop agere #agere community #little txt #txt agere #age regression #sfw agere #txt littlespace #kpop littlespace #little tomorrowxtogether #little yeonjun #little beomgyu #ageretober

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thefluxqueen · 1 year

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HIIII :) here to ask about the abyss tell me about it please please please love this sort of thing :3

HAIIII welcome :) to preface this im normal i swear. anyway The Abyss is what i like ta call my Horrible Horrible Maze, i made it w/ the goal of making the worst possible experience in minecraft to torment my friends ^_^

I enjoy putting people in situations and studying them :D

On that note! everyone who runs the abyss (24 people at current count) I time and write a couple notes on them! the abyss is honestly half maze half personality test LMAO. at current moment the quickest time goes to @ghostpajamas with a baffling 03:24 (wild that he got out so quick, i win tho cause i haunt his dreams), and longest goes to the beloved @rendogdomesticated with 1:35:54 <3 special shout out ta my dearest @theoctagon tho wolff ur insane i love u. guy goes inta the abyss for fun and has like 10 pages and counting of insane person phsyical notes tryna map it out (hes reported that hes gone through the first one 60 times and the 2nd one 5 jesus chriiiistttt). the abyss is fond of Pilot :) also if wolff is the favourite than @potionofinstantdamage is the Least favourite, rude ass set the place on fire when he got stuck in there :( oof ouchie

Highlights from my notes include @quack-city running backwards and upon me asking Why, simply replied “what if there’s slenderman :(‘ ... cant argue w/ that! he also hadda stop mid run so we decided its funnier if he’s just stuck in there forever. @newtbeetle was in there for like an hour and would NOT shut up about Paul Dano the whole time which was a time (love u beebs. ur isnane). my two test runners are @kishdoodles and @officialgleamstar and they had about the same time but like Opposite reactions it was very funny, kish treated it like they were a streamer n kept a like constant chatter, and travvy was like DEAD silent the whole time n Intensely focused akjewkjr tbh outta all 24 runners trav’s been prob the most like, methotical bout it? LIKE I SAID personality test. i Love studying people.

In regards to its origins I came up w/ the idea back in like feb/march ish of this year and from start to finish it took me like 2 weeks ish i was on the Grind. u dont understnad how much black concrete this thing took. hell on earth,,, darkwoods has an economy/shopping district and i bought out like All the sand/gravel available akjwekjr the rest i hadda gather myself n God gravel sucks. also ive killed So Many Squids. the 2nd abyss was much easier ta gather supplies for cause i could ask for help w/ supplies n i kept the first one a Complete secret minus my test runners (i hadda bitch at SOMEONE while makin it or i wouldve died i think. speakin of the first abyss has a death count of 13 and the 2nd one has like, 5 or somefin? rlly shouldve writen that down akjwerjk those are Entirely me dying in the process of buildin them btw. its not a true Spain Build unless its mildly dangerous <3) The 2nd one also made me learn redstone, notably i specifically studied Tango’s decked out process vids from s7, tho i really only stole like two aspects of it n i couldnt even get one ta work properly LMAO

The second abyss took me like, wayy longer ta make, bout two months ish (i finished it like mid july). not necessarily in actual like, time spent building but cause in the process of makin it i had Two month long events i was in (Voiceteam in may and Art fight in july) so that distracted me a bit wkwnekeneie Im a bit more secretive bout the second abyss in general since not That many people have actually ran it compared ta the first n theres actually like, Things that can be spoiled in there <3 i like seein peep’s initial reactions its much more satisfying.

This didnt happen w/ everyone but i think a like, Core part of running the abyss is getting emotionally attached ta weird things. i wouldve said just torches until a few days ago when Tac (onea the rat server mods) ran it and claimed the stack of pumpkin pies i gave her as family. But Prior Ta That several people have had very intense emotions bout the redstone torches, whether love or hate or both, key example ft dog:

Also not everyone ive mentioned on this post is in darkwoods! ive got a server i world editted the abyss inta so non-server members can run it for fun and profit (more data for me) :) on that note ive been slowly infecting the rat gang server cause my friend’s in there alot n another friend of mine’s a mod so peeps in there’ve been runnin it lately :) shout out ta TalonMC for lettin me subject him ta the Horrors literally our first conversation, onea my more fun first impressions i’d say

In regards to lore the abyss is a parasitic entity that infects anyone who gets stuck in there n slowly compells them ta go build their own lmao. note that ive only called the second abyss the Second one and not Abyss 2, because its technically just The Abyss as well cause theres many of them i just made it second wowjdkenejd (a real example of this is Wolff gettin obsessed w/ the abyss n then goin n buildin his own build called the Tower :) very excited bout that) The Abyss has a weird like fucked up warlock bond w/ my goddess oc The Overseer :D Her design’s vaugely based off my irl friend @hotcollectionoftubs cause her creation The Hole on a creative world her n some other friends of mine are on was onea the main insperations for certain aspects of the abyss’ lore :D mainly the teal in the colour palette and the whole ‘the [hole/abyss] provides’ thing.

(my reference images for her and 3rd pic's art i commissioned from the Lovely @opuntie):

my darkwoods chara, Snake, is a whole nother bag entirely (basic gist is they’re a dimension traveler not by choice and darkwoods is the 3rd world theyve been in, their deal’s worth a whole post of its own lmao) i built the first abyss entirely unrelated ta my chara just as like, fun weird build ta torment my friends w/o yaknow? but then as i was buildin the 2nd one i was like hmmmmmm. alotta things could make sense if i made this one built by Snake. so their retirement arc on darkwoods turned inta even MORE trauma! wahoo! poor guy deserves a break,,, (he will not be getting one).

(pre abyss + post abyss. i gotta properly draw pre-darkwoods Snake at some point but this dudes changed Alot ill say that lmao. both crops from bigger pieces on my art blog @fluxydrawings)

Anyway thats basically it! ive got more details and things locked in my brain ill probably remember in like 2 days after postin this so theres a chance ill reblog this w/ extra shit later lmao, sides that tho the abyss is my babygirl n thank yall for showin interest ^_^

Memes n shit to end us off:

#Inbox #darkwoods smp #the abyss #t3rm1nus #anonymous #not puttin this under a read more. look upon my creation boy.#ive been writing this post for like. 2 days kjawekjrkwekj its like 1.1k words or some shit #i have So many thoughts bout the abyss at all times #also too lazy ta add ta the post more but im workin on a Secret Third Thing called The Coil that isnt an abyss but it IS the like. spiritua #l successor #the goddess of the coil is the Overseer's ex wife <3 for fun <3 #i should rlly like. add up the average time for the abyss cause theres a Lotta variety #shout outs ta my bestie Kelly for gettin the 2nd quickest time and fellow darkwoods member Fuzzy for gettin the 2nd longest time akjwekjrkj #spain speaks

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laffy-taffy-creations · 1 year

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LAFFY TAFFY

I have a request I've been circulating throughout the 'blr!

Yandere Villain or Supervillain or Superhero or Vigilante or Civilian with a Hero darling

Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it tho! No pressure whatsoever!!

First Nature

Tw: Injuries, Mention of character death

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How dare they.

Hero was theirs. Theirs! Oh, how Supervillain would learn not to touch their hero.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Hero asked, noticing they were zoning out.

Civilian snapped back to reality, "Huh? Yeah, fine darling." They continued to patch up Hero's wounds. Their anger boiled and boiled. So many gashes. "You promise me they didn't do anything else to you?"

Hero sighed. "Babe, they didn't do anything else. It was a battle. If they tried making any advances I would've told you by now."

It didn't do anything to calm Civilian. Hero knew how anxious they could get when it came to their relationship, how quickly they could turn protective and violent.

"Hey, look at me." They had too much experience handling this mood.

Civilian looked up.

Hero put a hand on their lover's shoulder and sqeezed gently. "They didn't do anything."

Civilian took a deep breath and went back to finishing their patch-up job. Too well could their sweet bring them away from their bottom-line when necessary.

Their hero was mumbling something, on and on, but Civilian drowned them out. They needed to focus on the injuries, focus on bandaging their precious. Each time their hero hissed as another wound was cleaned, the urge to kill grew again.

Hero sighed looking at the effect this was having on their lover. Trying to stop them right now was futile. They'd have a better chance later when Civilian wasn't staring directly at the damage done.

The finished up the first-aid, and Hero gave them a small kiss before leaving to let them cool down on their own.

"Which one did this again?" Civilian asked later when the two were cuddled up together surfing through Netflix for something to watch.

"Sweetie, no," was the only answer they got.

"C'mon pumpkin, I'm just gonna have a little talk with them," Civilian tried to reassure despite both knowing that was a lie.

Hero took the remote so they had to look at them. "Civilian, no. Supervillain is incredibly powerful. You are not going to have one of your chats with them. They will overpower you, please. Promise me that you'll stay put tonight."

Civilian stole back the remote and chose a movie without looking. Their face showed no emotion but their precision was the point they wanted to make. "What's stopping me?" they challenged.

Hero glanced at the screen. It was their favourite. They looked back at their lover. "Promise me," they repeated, tired but determined.

Civilian laid their head on Hero's chest, careful of their injuries. "Fine, I can try to restrain myself this time," they said.

"Thank you," Hero responded, giving them a kiss on the head.

The next morning Hero turned on the news, unsurprised to see Civilian ran off in the middle of the night to try and teach Supervillain a lesson. The reports showed lots of damage to the base, everything in a wreck and-

Hold on.

"Hey babe?" Hero called into the other room.

Civilian poked their head around. "Yeah, what's up?" they asked in their usual happy demeanor.

They noticed the confusion on their lover's face as they looked back and forth between them and the screen. "We've been trying to track down and contain Supervillain for months, and nothing we did worked."

"Ooookayyyy, soooooo?" Civilian said, puzzled.

"How did you manage to not only break into their base, but take down all of their guards and kill them just with a knife?"

Civilian's eyes had their signature lovesick glint to them now and gave Hero nothing more than a cheeky smile.

"Don't underestimate the power of my love honeybun."

#ask and ye shall recieve #civilian x hero #hero x civilian #yandere civilian #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers #my writing #heroes and villains

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lilveeblog · 1 year

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it had been a few weeks since JJ watched Francesca die and she couldn’t get the girls scream out of her head. no matter what she did.

emily has suggested she have more time off but jj wasn’t taking it - convincing everyone she was fine. everyone else was fine so was she.

they were in the office now and it was a day of paperwork, no new cases. everyone was joking and getting along in the bullpen, but JJ felt so unbelievably vulnerable. today would have been Francesca’s birthday. no one else seemed to care. no one else did care! it made her so mad, so upset.

she blamed herself for what happened to that young girl, she couldn’t not. but all the internalised anger wasn’t healthy.

since that day, she hadn’t been little. not that the team knew that. usually she dealt with it on her own or emily would come over but emily was busier now.

“JJ,” emily said coming down the stairs. “i just sent you an email, can you get it done asap for me please?” she said, walking past. JJ gulped and nodded, opening the email.

there was something wrong on her report. about the case.

she glanced it over and felt her chest go tight. she tried looking over the words but it was too hard, she felt dizzy.

JJ pushed out her chair and turned on her heels.

“JJ, hey,” emily gasped, grabbing her wrist. the whole team were watching her.

“get off,” JJ said, shaking her arm.

“what’s wrong?” emily asked, not letting go.

“i said get off!” JJ screamed, ripping her hand away. “leave me alone! do your own stupid report! leave me alone, get out of my god damn hair emily!” she ran from the room, heading straight to her safe place. she barged in the room, not thinking to knock and slid down the door- sobbing heavily into her arms.

the whole team was shook.

“i only asked her to do a report -“ emily said, perplexed.

“today is Francesca’s birthday,” spencer told the team.

“that girl from the case a few weeks ago?” tara asked.

“oh, no wonder she’s upset-“ luke sighed. the case had upset him too but it took jj to a whole new level.

emily sighed and turned to the team. “does anyone know when she was last small?” she asked, everyone shook their heads. she grabbed a bag from under jj’s desk before heading in the direction of Garcia’s office.

“whoa, pumpkin!” garcia exclaimed, seeing the blonde curl herself up at her door. she got off the chair and huddled next to her.

“JJ,” garcia whispered, stroking the girls hair.

“i sout,” Jay sobbed, her body racking with guilt. “i sout at mama,” she shook her head over and over and penelope sighed.

“that’s okay sweetie, mama won’t mind if you were upset,” penelope told her, grabbing her hand. jay shook her head, crying heavily.

“sout is bad, i bad,” she cried.

garcia sighed again and helped jj off the floor. the girl wasn’t too cooperative but garcia knew emily would come in any minute, she had to make sure the door was free.

“sit here lovely,” penelope whispefed, setting jj in her corner. it was only a small corner, one full of drawings she’d done, a blanket, some toys as well as sensory toys. JJ cried softly, looking around it.

“what’s this, hm?” penelope gasped, holding up JJ’s favourite cat toy.

“meow,” jay whispered back, grabbing it.

“meow to you too little lady,” penelope said softly. she interacted with the young girl, making sure she was distracted and wiped her tears softly.

just as jay was going to curl into garcia’s lap, one of her favourite spots, there was a knock at the door.

“it’s only me,” prentiss said behind it.

“come in,” garcia told her but jj gasped, shaking her head. none the less, the door opened and emily slid in.

“no, no mama,” jj whimpered, pushing herself into the corner.

“hey, it’s okay baby,” emily whispered, crouching beside garcia.

“mama isn’t mad baby, she can’t be mad at your cute face,” penelope chuckled, kissing jj’s cheek as she pushed herself closer.

“i’m not mad baby. reid told me what day it is,” emily whispered, picking up one of jj’s toys. jj didn’t say anything, only lowered her head.

“why didn’t you tell me sweetheart?” emily asked after a few moments.

“i fine bout it,” she shrugged.

“you’re not fine about it jay, because this happened. mama’s told you before about communicating,” emily sighed.

“no one unstan,” jj whispered.

“it doesn’t matter if we understand darling, we need to know if you’re hurting. because mama upset you by giving you the report, if i’d known i would have asked luke to do it!” emily told her.

“b b but he okay wif it,” jj whimpered, shrugging. then it clicked to emily.

“just because someone else has been okay after a case, doesn’t mean you can’t be jay. we all have our triggers, the cases that we struggle with, you’re allowed yours too.”

“i big girl.”

“you are a big girl but emotions don’t make you any less of a big girl,” emily said. she grabbed jj’s hand.

jj put her head on garcia’s shoulder, holding her mama’s hand and her cat toy in the other.

“i sowwy i sout,” she whispered a few minutes later, looking up at em through her eyelashes.

“that’s okay baby, thank you for apologising,” emily replied. she stood up, kissed jj’s head and stretched.

“how about you head home? take garcia with you and you can have a girls day?” emily suggested.

“ooh sugar plum we can go get icecream!” garcia laughed, tickling jj slightly.

“but i a big girl, i work,” jj groaned, throwing up her hands. emily laughed and helped her baby off the floor.

“i don’t think you’re able to get much work done today darling. head home and work on a surprise for mama,” emily giggled, pulling JJ into her arms.

“pwise?” JJ asked, gently. penelope perked up.

“we can make an awesome surprise for mama! let’s head off, hm?”

a few hours later, Jay and Penelope had finished their fort and were starting on their cookies when emily came through the door.

“mama!” JJ cheered, running out of the kitchen - covered head to toe in flour, batter and eggs - she jumped straight into emily’s arms, wrapping her mama in her love.

“well hello baby!” emily laughed, planting kisses to JJ’s face. emily was so, so glad jj was feeling better. sometimes thats all she needed, a little time out.

“i wove you mama,” jj whispered, she put her head on emily’s shoulder as she walked them through the house to the kitchen.

“i love you too baby,” emily replied, smiling ear to ear at her happy girl.

#little!jj #cg!emily #criminal minds #criminal minds agere #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jj x emily #jj #jj criminal minds #little space #penelope garcia #garcia

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rozex21 · 4 months

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Wormie don't make the baby suffer impossible challenge

#pumpkinreports #pumpkin reports goliath #pumpkin reports ran #pumpkin reports au #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #my art

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invaderzimxpumpkinreports · 4 months

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Y'ALL HE'S MY BOY !!!!! THE BOY !!!!

#the Kemii draws #pumpkin reports #pumpkin reports Goliath #pumpkin reports Ran #LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!#FAVOURITE BOI FAVOURITE BOI !!!!!!

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zeldaelmo · 1 year

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Congratulations on the milestone Zelmo!! So deserved (:

How about some HWAoC zelink? Maybe an early memory you alluded to of them connecting in Dismissed?

Thank you @bahbahhh! 💕 This is a tiny sequel to Dimissed. (B made three really cool pieces of art that you should see! They are on Ao3 with the fic or you can find them with B's art tag #bahbahhhart!)

Dismissed, part 4

They were home for afternoon tea at a table set for five and Link bore the 'know-it-all' wink his mother shot him when she put a slice of pumpkin bread on his plate with as much dignity he could muster; even his father's 'I won't report everything back to your father, just take as many servings as you wish, Your Highness' he could shrug off somehow but of course, the Major Test of Strength turned out to be Aryll.

Even when he told her to give them some space, her pigtails peeked out from under the cupboard or her giggle echoed from inside the wardrobe on the loft, and when he took Zelda for an evening walk through the snow-dusted village, every bush they passed rustled and snow drizzled from the twigs until Link finally had enough and snatched Aryll by the collar; her legs dangling in the air, she admitted squealing, "I just wanted to see if you do something gross like kissing!"

"Will you leave us be if you saw us do something so gross?" Zelda asked with a wicked grin that made Link's stomach flutter, and when Aryll nodded and made a show of sticking her finger down her throat, Zelda turned to Link, wrapping her arms around his neck, but before she had even pressed her lips to Link's, Aryll screeched and ran home, which didn't stop Zelda from giving Link a kiss, soft lips tasting of pumpkin bread and shared warmth, illuminated by starlight glittering in the snow — yes, exactly, one of the really gross ones.

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #dismissed #legend of zelda #Aoc #745 followers #I feel the grammar of the last one is especially weird but whatever

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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A Quiet Fall(ing into place)

There was some magic to it, Harry thought, chewing on a smile, pushing up on his elbows to look out the window. The display Teddy’s arranged spanned the entire garden: skeletons taller than the trees, copious amounts of cobwebs, pumpkins that would make Hagrid proud. Colourful and radiant and entirely, utterly deranged. Of course; Draco helped him do it.

Draco and Victoire and Rosie. They decided it was unacceptable, all of a sudden, not having proper decorations. A matter of utmost importance. Mostly because Draco was an arse, and too good at getting the kids riled up. And Harry could never really say no to him, to any of them, which led to… this, Halloween-explosion all over the garden. His heart felt too big for his chest. They were all nutters, and he loved them.

He got up with a yawn, a good stretch. Didn’t think he’d actually fall asleep. There was too much excitement in the air, too much noise, before Draco took everybody outside. It was weirdly quiet now. Only the hum of the fire, and meowing from the kitchen. God, that cat. Harry opened the door and within seconds the silly thing was on him, claws digging into his shirt, ouch, into his flesh.

“Quit it,” he murmured. Dizzy with the unexpected nap, with the twinge in his neck. In his throat, in his chest. He didn’t really know how to take it, quiet meaning quiet, like a sigh, like unclenching your jaw. Like dipping into a hot tub or a sip of perfectly-sweet tea. Like rest. Harry’s never really learned how to be comfortable. How to accept having—

“Ow!” the cat jumped off, startled at the sudden riot of sounds as the door opened, letting in the cold air and four flushed faces.

“Uncle Harry, Uncle Harry, did you see?” Teddy ran forward, pulling at Harry’s shirt with sticky hands. “We put the lights on your tree!”

His tree. Instead of crying Harry picked him up with a growl. “You did, did you? My tree? You dared put lights on my tree?”

It was hard to hear the response through Teddy’s squealing, but Rose and Victoire were both shouting, and the cat meowed, and Draco’s eyebrow cocked, smile deep in his face. “Settle down—hey, settle down, you rascals. Anyone who still wants hot cocoa will report themselves to the kitchen in three—two—”

The racket spiked up as three sets of feet dashed through the door, laughing and shoving each other. Draco came to wrap his arms around Harry with an amused sigh.

“Sorry about all this. Did we wake you up?”

Took a moment to be able to speak. “No. You took them to our tree?”

“I did, yes. Thought it could bear a little festivity. What?”

Harry laughed into every kiss. “Nothing. You’re ridiculous.”

“Aww. I love you too.”

There was magic to it, yeah. It smelled like pumpkins and mud and yelling laughter. Like Draco, like fall, like family. Like love.

(Day 16 of @flufftober! Find all previous ficlets here, or on AO3)

#flufftober2022 #Harry Potter #drarry fic #day 16 #500 words #prompt: “I hate you” – “I love you too”#guys i went all out for this one. on the fluff front. ALL OUT #sorry in advance to your dentist #new poll: what's the cat's name???#FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF #soft #little Teddy and the cousins #rockingrobin'sflufftober #rockingrobin69 #uncle harry and uncle draco

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steelcladbutterfly · 2 years

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Yandere Headless Horseman: Haunted

This comes from my latest Halloween works. It’s my getting back into the groove stuff basically. I’ll probably post the other nine sometime during the next few days if I have time.

Prompts: Haunted, Forest

The headless horseman is a mythical figure that has been seen in folklore since the Middle Ages. Popular examples include the dullahan from Ireland, the Green Knight from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, and the headless horseman from the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, which will be the one this story is based on. The dullahan and the Green Knight both carry their heads around, though the knight is able to attach his back to his neck. The headless horseman is most commonly seen carrying a flaming jack o lantern in place of his actual head, the original story heavily implies it is someone disguised as the myth, while other adaptations make it more likely that it is a ghost rather than an actual human in disguise.

To be honest, this is inspired by the horror movie Smile a little bit. MINOR SPOILERS FOR SMILE The idea that whoever sees the victim die is the next victim is an interesting idea.

A Tv playing reruns of Whose Line Is It Anyway? suddenly began a breaking news story. The mostly quiet room turned even quieter as everyone focused their attention to the reporter now on screen.

“We are sorry to interrupt your broadcast, but a truly horrible incident occurred just this morning, and for public safety we have elected to inform the general public as quickly as possible.”

They shuffled their papers slightly, looking queasy and scared as they began.

“Amanda Halls, the leader of the town council, has been found dead in her home. We will not show pictures at the moment as it is graphic and brutal, but she was found headless. Her head nearby had been split into pieces by a tremendous force. This first came to attention when Cassidy Rath received a frantic phone call from Amanda. We have received permission to play it back from Mrs. Rath, so we will take a moment to describe what happened before it is played to you. At approximately 6:08 am, Mrs. Rath picked up the phone to hear Ms. Halls begging for help as she reportedly ran through the halls of her home being chased by what she described as a demonic horse with a headless rider taunting her from a flaming pumpkin. Mrs. Rath stated she could hear it all and seemed to begin running out of her house still on call, begging Ms. Halls to stay on the line and keep running. She first called to her husband to phone for help to Ms. Halls’s abode. At this point, crashing sounds could be heard and both woman exclaimed at the sound of what Mrs. Rath asserts is the sound of a horse whinnying. The call ends on Ms. Halls side with a scream and what sounds like something being slashed at before the call drops. Her phone was found beside her body in pieces. We will now play the audio for those of you still listening in.”

What followed was more or less note for note what the reporter described, however the sounds of a horse or someone other than the two woman is noticeably absent. Only the sounds of items being shattered and broken enters into audible range. After it ends, the reporter appears once more to finish the broadcast.

“Mrs. Rath is absolutely certain she heard the same noises Ms. Halls had before her death, but the phone call has no such audio to anyone but her. Authorities are uncertain on the true cause, but what is known for certain is that Amanda Halls is dead. More information will hopefully be uncovered soon. Until then, make sure to stay safe.”

The broadcast ended and the reruns continued before it was shut off as well, leaving the horrified faces of those in the small bookstore to be reflected back, distorted and darkened upon the silent screen.

~~~~~

Your hand shook as you placed the remote down. You stayed still, trying to get your breathing under control as the customers and book club filtered out, looking worried and scared as they did so. Soon, your store was almost empty, leaving only you and Dorthy, the woman who ran the town book club that took place in your store. You jumped as she gently laid her hand over yours.

“Oh, (Y/n), you should head home soon too and check on, what’s his name, Dakota? Make sure he’s fine and let him know you are too. I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

You squeezed your eyes shut for a few moments before trying a shaky smile as you slid out from behind the counter, following Dorthy out the door and locking the door. You would worry about any mess or anything tomorrow.

“Yeah, I should probably check in with him. Knowing Dakota, I’m sure they’re worried out of their mind. In fact, I’ll probably get a call from him soon.”

As if on cue, your phone rang, displaying Dakota’s name. You smiled weakly at Dorthy as you trotted off to answer them, hearing only the last thing she shouted after you before you turned the corner.

“Tell him that I said hello! I’m sure he’ll remember me!”

You chuckled under your breath, waving a hand her way absently as you finally answered the phone.

“Hey Dakota. I’m heading home now. I saw the broadcast and, well, it didn’t feel right to continue with no customers since everyone left almost immediately after.”

His sigh rang through the line, slightly tinny and exasperated as they no doubt messed up the hairstyle they had put together that morning.

“I don’t doubt it. I’m actually at the scene right now, otherwise I would have come to pick you up. Make sure to go straight home! And lock all the doors and windows! I know we’re on the second floor, but I don’t want you taking any chances. I don’t know what I would do with myself if you got hurt.”

You smiled slightly. Dakota always worried over you, made only worse by his job and constantly seeing the darker side of humanity. The apartment came into view and you quickly typed in the code and headed into the lobby.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just gonna check the mail real quick then I’ll head upstairs. Love you!”

You hung up before he could protest and tried to put the broadcast out of your mind as you collected the mail and headed up the stairs. Hopefully, this would be the end of the incident and life could continue on after they caught whoever was doing all this. With that hope in mind, you aimed to continue life as normal until this was all over.

~~~~~

Dakota returned late at night, face dark and concerned. You hurried over, unsure what to do to cheer them up as they collapsed onto the sofa. Before you could do anything however, he finally spoke in a hushed tone.

“I’m sure this will be on the news soon, but Cassidy Rath was found dead in the same way as Amanda Halls. This time, it was in a supermarket. One minute she was fine, the next she’s screaming and running as shelves fall over, the next she’s fallen herself and her head has wound up crushed before anyone could do a thing.”

You flinched, not expecting something like this to emerge. As you locked eyes with Dakota, it seemed clear to both of you something was going on that may not be able to be stopped.

“…Was there anyone who saw or heard something different?”

Dakota winced at your hesitant question, staring towards the ground for a moment.

“Yes. Dorthy Langland, the book club leader, the one that goes to your bookstore for meetings. She said there was a man on a horse chasing Cassidy through the aisles. Apparently he didn’t have a head and seemed to be covered in fire.”

He chuckled darkly at that, shaking his head and closing his eyes as his shoulders slumped. They were obviously exhausted and if the first two deaths were in anyway reliable as tells, it was only going to get worse from here.

“I tried to have her called into protective custody, or at least have a detail on her, but apparently there is not enough precedent to do so. Honestly, I think the rest of them just have a sick want to see what’ll happen next, the bastards.”

Dakota’s teeth began to grind and his back tensed in anger. You laid a hand across his back and he slowly relaxed. You tugged them up and towards the bedroom.

“Look, if you can’t right now, try again tomorrow, first thing. For now, it seems like there’s nothing you can do, so let’s just try to get some rest, alright?”

They sighed and squeezed your hands gently before nodding and allowing you to pull them along. Two deaths in less than a day and Dakota was already stressed. The only hope you held onto was that Dorthy would be able to survive without troubles, not realizing it was already too late.

~~~~~

Across town, screams rang out as Dorthy was lifted into the air, before something separated her head from the rest of her body. She had called the book club to meet in the park since they had forgotten to pick up the new book for the week from her earlier in the day. Most were reluctant, but still showed up, only to have it interrupted when something spooked Dorthy and two other members of the club. What followed was chaos ending in Dorthy’s body slumping to the ground. Her head soon followed before it was crushed under the foot of something massive like the two victims before her.

Then, whatever was there seemed to fade, leaving a shaken group to answer those that approached the disturbance. Most of them dispersed when allowed to, heading home and looking constantly over their shoulder. However, instead of one witness that saw something more than just air, there were two.

~~~~~

You heard cursing as Dakota raced out the door. You yawned emerging from the bedroom and pulling out something easy for breakfast before turning on the news, at which point you quickly found out why Dakota had raced out so fast as it talked of both Cassidy and Dorthy’s deaths, now showing photos of all three deaths, if cropped and censored to cut out the worst of the gore, as well as the two witnesses claiming to have seen what the previous victims had before.

Jerry Walters and Chrissy Forger were both members of the book club and you couldn’t help but fret over your thoughts about the rest of the group if three members had now been targeted. But, once again, you knew that worrying over it would not help and tried to busy yourself with chores you had half started the day before.

Time flew, and soon it was just after noon, at which point you discovered Dakota had left his lunch at home in his haste to get to work, as he often did. Knowing the awful options around there otherwise, you tried to ignore your fear and made your way out to catch a bus to the precinct, a familiar route from the number of times you had done this before.

Upon arriving, you found it mostly empty, just the receptionist and a few officers looking over paperwork, the rest you assumed were at the sites of the murders. The receptionist recognized you instantly as you walked over to check in.

“Should I just leave this here or can I give this straight to Dakota?”

You were unsure where he was, but the receptionist waved you on.

“He’s questioning the witnesses at the moment, but it’s been hours and I’m sure they would all appreciate a quick break. If nothing else, you can drag Dakota away so the rest of the officers can discuss a protection detail or protective custody for the two of them.”

You nodded, waving slightly at the officers in the corner as you headed to the room pointed out to you. Knocking lightly on the door, the quiet murmurs within went quiet and Dakota called for you to enter. Their eyes widened briefly when they saw you, but he quickly noticed the bag in your hands. You waved slightly to Jerry and Chrissy. Jerry waved back hesitantly, while Chrissy just nodded.

“I’m just here to drop this off, but they want your input on whether to give them a detail or keep them in protective custody. But, I guess that’s for you to decide, so I’ll be heading home now.”

Dakota nodded and kissed you on the cheek, waving you off, before turning to the two at the table.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll leave the door open, so just shout if you need any help.”

With that, he swept out, walking through a phantom solid and present only to the two at the table. They shivered as a voice filled their ears before the figure vanished once more.

“It seems I have found my goal. My revenge is almost complete, but let’s not rush it, shall we? I shall be back after I have some time with my beloved. But be warned, one word of this to anyone here and you both will be dead.”

~~~~~

The ride home was quiet, with only a few others on the bus by the time you reached your stop. Despite that, you felt at ease as if Dakota had come back with you. Instead, unbeknownst to you, it was the creature that was causing all this beside you, trying desperately to hold your hand, hug you, or even just touch you.

Despite what it had said about not rushing things, if anyone could see it now, they would see how much desperation was present in the murderer’s form.

You continued past your apartment to pick up a few items from the corner store, especially since the supermarket was likely still an active crime scene. The phantom continued to follow, unseen fire flickering wildly the longer you continued to chat with the cashier, oblivious to their presence. It calmed only once you were alone once more in the so called safety of home.

~~~~~

And so it stayed for two weeks, during which time the figure grew hateful of anything that ruined the time spent alone with (Y/n). They both found out, through Dakota, that Jerry and Chrissy were to be held for two weeks, and if nothing happened, then they would be released with a twenty four seven detail to keep them safe.

“Considering how fast the first three victims went, and the fact that holding them is more distracting for the higher ups, they set the limit at two weeks. I had to push for the details after that, otherwise they would just be released with no protection. It’s so irritating!”

Dakota grumbled, falling back with his head coming to rest in (Y/n)’s lap as they giggled at him before combing their hands through his hair. The angered figure swiping at Dakota from their position nearly wrapped around (Y/n) went unnoticed by both.

“Hey, at least you got it. So, just another week and then hopefully the detail will keep them both safe. Both of them were always so polite at my store whenever they stopped by for the meetings. I hope they will be alright.”

Dakota looked up at the despondent look on their face. He sighed, lifting himself up and turning around slightly to wrap their hands gently around the sides of (Y/n)’s face. They sealed their fate as he sweetly kissed them in front of the suddenly still creature shadowing their lives.

“I promise, I will do everything in my power to keep them and you safe from whatever is causing all this. So, make sure to stay as safe as possible and I will try to do the same.”

He leaned in to kiss (Y/n) once more, and then one more time before they fell back onto the bed, covering them with most of his body. The creature stood there and took it all in, white hot rage coursing through him at what took place before him. The only thing holding him back was the plan that found a place to root itself within his mind as he swiped furiously at Dakota, gently stroked (Y/n)’s cheek, and stood up to leave, still unnoticed by the couple. A smile widened as flames roared to life. They stepped out of the apartment and were almost instantly on ground level, atop a massive horse that took off at the flick of its reins. As it sped through the streets, unnoticed by all it passed, the dark promise that slipped into the air hung for only a moment as a spine chilling laugh followed after, causing a shiver to go down the spines of those in the area.

“Enjoy divinity while you can, Dakota. For in a week you will be left with nothing, as you deserve.”

~~~~~

The day had finally arrived. Dakota parted ways with (Y/n) as they headed to their bookstore, while he got into his car and headed into work. Jerry and Chrissy had been silent and shaky the first few days, but slowly relaxed as nothing seemed to happen. He hoped it would stay this way and that the protection details helped keep them safe.

Most of the day was filled with paperwork and filling out shifts for the officers on the details, but finally, as the four officers assigned to the first shift headed towards the houses of the two, Dakota arrived at the holding room to bring them both home. However, upon opening the door, what greeted their eyes was a bloody mess from a headless Jerry and Chrissy following suit as a sword swung and slid through her neck like butter, a spray of blood following that splattered around the room and across Dakota’s uniform. Finally, he saw what monster was causing all this as the horse reared up before bringing its hooves down upon the detached heads. A voice seemed to resonate from no where and everywhere at the same time as a gloved hand pointed directly at Dakota.

“Run if you want, but I will track you down and kill you the same as all the others. You will be my final bloody sacrifice to the tragedy your ancestors caused long ago. And then I shall finally reunite with my beloved (Y/n).”

Dakota bolted, somehow avoiding being seen as he rushed to the car and started it up, the only thing on their mind being the possibility of getting far enough from town with (Y/n) that the beast could not follow them any further.

They should be closing the store soon, so with their first destination in mind, they sped off, refusing to give up and let the monster win, not when there was still a chance to escape and survive this horrible series of events.

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The sound of screeching tires reached your ears as you locked up the store. You didn’t pay it any mind until a very familiar car was barreling down the road and pulling to a screeching stop right beside you. You could only blink in confusion as Dakota, with blood covering part of his uniform, got out of the car and started tugging you towards it. You balked, unsure what to make of this situation.

“Wait, wait, wait! Slow down, Dakota. What is going on? Why are you covered in blood? Aren’t you still supposed to be at work?”

“There’s no time (Y/n)! They were all right, the killer is a headless horseman! And now he’s after me and you. We need to get out of town now before he starts coming after us.”

Dakota used your confusion to finally pull you up to the side, gently shove you in, and buckle you firmly into place. They came around to the other side and he buckled in himself. They started up the car once more before peeling off down the road once more. Dakota was frantic and obviously scared, but if what they said and saw was true, then there was no doubt why. Still, you felt this was a little extreme and voiced your thoughts as the paved road became shadowed by the tall trees of the forest and the sign wishing you happy travels from the town flashed by.

“I refuse to take this lying down. I’ve been after this monster without knowing what it truly is. And if what he said is true, then I certainly don’t want him to get his claws into you, as well. All of these deaths and incidents have happened in town, so I’m just hoping beyond hope that if we get far enough from town we may be able to escape.”

You furrowed your brows as Dakota sped up, driving recklessly on such a narrow sighted road, but before you could say anything, the sudden sound of thunderous hoofbeats filled the air and a menacing cackle broke through the otherwise silent forest.

“Run, run all you like! But you haven’t escaped me yet Dakota!”

Dakota flinched as you turned to look through the back windshield.

“Don’t tell me you can hear him (Y/n)?”

Your eyes widened as you spotted the towering horse racing ever closer to the car and the large figure perched steadily atop it, clad in a dark coat, with black boots and leather gloves encasing the hands. A long sword sheath could be seen at the waist of the figure, and blood could be seen splattered lightly on the tan riding pants encasing the legs of the figure. But, most notably, there was a flaming jack o lantern held firmly under one arm as the other was occupied with urging the horse onward. As soon as you laid eyes on the pumpkin, it felt like the eyes locked onto your form and the grin carved into it seemed to widen as your breath stuttered at the sight. You fell back into the seat.

“I can. And I can see him too. I’m pretty sure he saw me as well.”

As if to prove your point, the voice rang into the air once more as Dakota tried to keep up the speed as the road began to wind.

“Lovely (Y/n), can you finally see me? It’s been centuries and my soul called out but yours never answered. But now you see and soon you will know. Stay where you are and I shall have you once more, as it should be.”

Confusion and fear filled you as Dakota slammed on the gas, pushing the car to its limits in an attempt to stay ahead of the beastly form steadily approaching. However, there was no time for anymore conversation as Dakota tried to take a quick glance behind and wound up spinning off the road. As the car slammed into a tree and the airbags quickly deployed, the clopping sound of hooves was ear deafening before fading slightly from earshot as it wound up rocketing past the crash. An angered scream trailed off as you slowly came back from the sudden pain throughout your body. Your side of the car had impacted the tree, leaving you to rely on Dakota to quickly pull you out. You cried out in pain, but Dakota continued to tug you out and brushed off as much glass as he could from the shattered window before lifting you into his arms and staggering into the forest.

They had been injured as well, but the adrenaline coursing through their body enabled them to make it far enough into the trees to stay out of view when the monstrous horse and rider stomped towards the wreckage. His angered shouts pulled you from your near black out as the car shrieked in protest as it was torn and smashed in a fit of rage. Dakota carefully set you back on your feet, taking your hand and running further off into the forest as the threats and sounds of metal faded further behind your retreating backs.

“I’ll find you! I’ll find you and I will tear your head from your neck with my bare hands Dakota! You can’t run from me forever, I will find you and I will kill you! There is nothing you or anyone else can do about it!”

You sniffled, stumbling slightly as tears filled your vision, but Dakota tugged you onwards. A sudden steep drop stopped your frantic run in its tracks. A rushing river, filled with rapids and sharp rocks was all that awaited you below your feet. The pause to consider which way to go gave you enough time to hear the now menacing sound of stomping hooves growing closer once more. You took the lead now, racing off towards what looked like a building towards the right. Dakota panicked but quickly caught on and took the lead once more as they heard what you did. The building turned out to be a covered bridge, stretching from one side of the ravine to the other. Dakota raced onwards, tugging you along, focused only on getting to possible safety, as you looked over your shoulder as the horse burst through the woods, creating its own trail through the forest and onto the path you were on now, closing the distance in mere seconds.

Your scream filled the air as you squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to get trampled. Instead, a firm arm looped around your middle, tearing you away from Dakota’s grasp and up, up, up into the air before you found yourself held firmly to the horseman. A scream left your lips once more as you saw Dakota get trampled instead, bringing him down just before the bridge.

The horse trotted around their downed form before coming to a stop at the urging of the rider. You squirmed, trying to get out of the iron like grip he had on you, stopping only as his other arm was raised to bring the flaming pumpkin up to eye level. A whimper escaped your lips as the eyes seemed to take in everything they saw before a voice seemed to emerge from both the pumpkin and the stump where his head should have been to begin with.

“(Y/n). You have not changed at all, still as lovely as the day I saw you last, the day they took everything that mattered from me. They called you a witch, screaming for your head just as they had for mine. But you did not come back like I did, a wretched beast living only for death and destruction. No, you have come back perfect and whole. And I shall never let you leave again. I will never let you be taken again. I shall never let you die again. I will keep you safe once more, my love. Now, stay put while I deal with the last of this trash.”

His hand placed the pumpkin over the stump on his neck, fire roaring from the top as the pumpkin took the place of his missing head. Before you could truly react, his arm uncoiled from your waist as he hopped down. Then, you found yourself suddenly tied down to the saddle, with rope pulled from a saddle bag, stuck until he decided to unravel the knots suddenly binding your body to the horse. You still tried as he approached Dakota, but could do nothing as one large hand grabbed their hair and yanked them up as the other wrapped around his neck and began to squeeze.

“Now, I believe I did promise I would tear your head from your neck with my bare hands and I always keep my promises. Hold still, this will only be worse if you struggle.”

You should have looked away or struggled harder or done something, anything to prevent this horror from playing out. But the adrenaline had run out, fear had overwhelmed you, and the pain from the crash was no longer dulled by a race through the trees, so you watched every second of the horrible feat of strength, heard every agonizing cry and tear of flesh from Dakota, and could smell the fresh blood fill the air as it sprayed from the now dead body of your lover. Dakota’s head was dropped from bloody, gloved hands. You sobbed as it rolled slightly to reveal the fear still engraved on the face.

The horseman approached the saddle, tugging the ropes from your form and pulling your limp form up to lean back against his firm chest, hands leaving bloody smears everywhere they touched. You couldn’t even bring yourself to struggle as he flicked the reins and the horse started moving once more. It stepped over the remains, one heavy hoof falling on the head and caving it in with a loud crunch before beginning to pick up speed once more, racing along the side of the cliff. With the jack o lantern still firmly on top of the neck, it left him a free hand to hold your form close as his voice filtered into your ears above the thundering of the running horse.

“I was a little worried there darling. A little farther and I wouldn’t have been able to get either of you. But, it matters no more, Dakota is dead and you are safe in my arms. As you should have been from the start.”

Tears continued to trickle down your face as the horse pulled away from the river, heading further and further into the darkening forest, taking both its rider and captive away from help, leaving only a wrecked car and a brutally dismantled body to be found behind them.

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In a somber studio, another news report was being broadcast, this time with more horror than ever before.

“In other news, the murders that have plagued our town find no solace with the fact that the fourth and fifth victims; Jerry Walters and Chrissy Forger, have been discovered dead just before their release from protective custody. The lead on the case, Dakota Koche, was supposed to see them off but when they did not return, and the bodies were found, a search had been initiated, with Dakota and their lover; (Y/n) seeming to have vanished from town.”

Censored images of the two bloody bodies are shown, followed by pictures of the next two possible victims appearing on screen. This is quickly followed by more grave news.

“Authorities soon discovered a wrecked car off the road through the forest and matched the plates to Dakota. They followed a small trail to the side to discover their body, in much the same condition as all the other victims at a covered bridge leading further into the forest, the only difference seemed to be that his head had been brutally ripped off rather than cut off. However, (Y/n) has still not been found, leading us to believe they may have gotten away for the time being. The forest shall be searched to try to find them, whatever condition they may be in. Remember, any information you may have on the victims or the mysterious killer will be helpful, send in any evidence as soon as possible.”

The broadcast ended with a scrolling list of the victims and the information gathered so far, while the image of the missing person remained smiling to the viewers.

#yandere #yandere monster #headless horseman #yandere x reader #yandere mythology #Folk tales #still no idea what exactly to put in the tags #Murder #there is murder in here

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teejaystumbles · 2 years

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A Friendly Heart (working title)

Dreamling - The Last Unicorn AU

Dream of the Endless sat on the stairs of his throne and mulled over the last reports he had received. The dreamers were acting strange lately. Nightmares thrived more than usual, finding new and awful inspiration in their host’s minds. Additionally the dreamers seemed to grow in number, filling all the places of the Dreaming. He had heard many a voice asking him to create new places for sleepers to go because the dreams were overflowing with them. As if there were more and more humans, craving sleep… A hoarse throat was cleared loudly and Dream sighed wearily.

“The audience has ended for today, Mervyn. I will receive no-one else.”

“Boss, actually, I think you’ll want to receive this one.”

Dream looked up, curious at Mervyn’s unusual lack of swearing. The pumpkin-headed man stepped aside and through the heavy doors of the throne room a colorful tiny thing danced and fluttered. It was a butterfly.

Its wings tinkled as it flew and spun above Morpheus’ head a few times until he held out his hand to let it settle. A buzzing sensation ran through his hand where the tiny thing had landed and colorful shapes crawled over the back of his hand and back again to the wings of the butterfly.

“Welcome, little friend. You come from my sister’s realm. What news do you bring?”

“News! News! News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens! But not here, so much happening all the time!” it chirped happily.

“Yes?” Dream prompted gently.

“But a lot happens, oh so much! Everywhere, from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere! There is nowhere to go but everywhere, so I just keep on rolling under the stars!”

Now the butterfly’s voice had taken on a sad note and its wings quivered. The Lord of the Dreaming frowned.

“What has happened? Is there a problem in Delirium’s realm?”

“I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this – but she’s gone, no light, no light in her bright blue eyes, I never knew daylight could be so violent…”

“She’s gone? My sister?” Dream tried to solve the puzzle of the butterfly’s words with a growing sense of dread. The little thing’s wings had turned almost grey and flapped only weekly. Could it not sustain itself any longer? Morpheus carefully blew a kiss at it and again vibrant colors began to glow on the gossamer wings. It lifted itself up and began to sing:

“Thank you, you! There is no one alive who is Youer than You! Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body!”

“It was gladly given. Now tell me, what happened to my sister? Where is she?”

“No, no, listen.” it whispered suddenly, intensly. “Don't listen to me, listen. You can find the others if you are brave.”

“The others? What about the others?”

Dread had formed a cold stone in his gut. Dream got up and started towards his gallery, the butterfly spinning happily around and around him like a rainbow ribbon.

“Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing!”

The Dream Lord did not think it was telling him anything with that, it was simply enjoying the energy he had provided it. He was not easily frightened. But he was worried.

#I am TRYING to do it #I still don't know if I'll manag #this is HUGE and I feel intimidated by my own endeavor #own writing #my writing #dreamling #the last unicorn #dream of the endless #spot all the quotes!

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Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ~ pt 2

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Ten Years Ago~

3rd Person pov

Happy giggles filled the garden as (y/n) sat watching the birds and the squirrels, smiling widely as they ran up to her and dropped nuts and berries on her lap. Creatures seemed to do this often with (y/n), as well as her mother (m/n). Residents of Beacon Hills would often see the pair walking around town or the park with big smiles on their faces, hands intertwined and a trail of woodland critters scuttling behind them.

Of course, it had been months since anyone had seen the two, (y/n) being taken out of public school early and (m/n) stuck in a hospital bed. “(y/n),” A calm voice was heard from inside the house, the little girl turned around, continuing to giggle as there was a sparrow nesting in her hair. “Lunch is ready sweetheart!” The (h/c) girl lifted her hand as the sparrow fluttered onto her finger, lifting her hand further, the bird then fluttered from her finger to the birdhouse before she ran into the house for lunch.

“Hi, Lissa!” (y/n) practically shouted as she rushed into the kitchen and into the arms of the awaiting Melissa McCall. The woman smiled and hoisted the girl into her arms. (y/n) was rewarded with a kiss on the forehead and a sandwich and the two of them watched as (y/n)’s father came through the front door, a grim look on his face.

“Dad!” The young girl cried, running up to her father and circling his legs. Her father tried to smile and looked over at Melissa with an even darker look. The woman covered her mouth in shock and realisation of the event that had transpired. Tears began to fill her eyes as she grabbed her purse, stroked the girl’s hair, hugged the distraught widower and swiftly left the now broken household.

“Hi pumpkin,” (d/n) began shakily, holding his daughter close to his chest, “Come sit down darling, I need to tell you something.” He said, tears filling his eyes as he looked at his precious baby who looked so similar to his precious wife. His precious (m/n) who was due to be added to the (l/n) mausoleum in a week.

Present day~

3rd Person pov

The Library of Beacon Hills High School was quiet, for the most part. Other than the crowd of teenage boys trying to get a look at the new girl, the tall teen werewolf and said new girl and the two boys following her. Whilst (y/n) and Isaac huddled close in front of a textbook as he tutored her, Scott and Stiles were hiding behind nearby bookshelves trying to get a peek at the girl and compare her to some pictures they’d found.

“So, from the research I did,” Stiles began, trying his hardest to keep his voice from jumping in volume in his excitement, “Her mom died when she was five or six and then a few months later, her babysitter reported her missing. You’ll never guess who her babysitter was Scott.” The mentioned Beta was staring at the girl, wondering if she seemed familiar, he was also trying to ignore the odd anger bubbling inside him as he saw Isaac inching closer to her. Stiles sighed and finished, “Melissa McCall.”

“What?” Scott asked, rather loudly, causing a few students, including (y/n) to turn and look at them. The boys barely managed to hide behind the shelves. The attention eventually went away and Scott continued, “Why was my mom babysitting her? Why have I never heard of her?” He asked. Stiles jumped a bit and showed his friend the police report from his bag.

“Yeah, see here,” He said, pointing at some typed text, “Your mom was recorded and they took her statement as the last person to see her and the person who reported her missing, for a while, the cops actually thought it was her that did it.” Scott couldn’t believe it. His mother, his loving, caring mother, was a suspect in potential child abduction.

Ten Years Ago~

Sheriff’s Office

The young mother sat sobbing in a rigid chair, her knees were shaking and her son was sat in the waiting room, playing with Stiles and a few toys. “Melissa, you need to calm down,” The Sheriff told her, pressing record on a tape recorder. “I need you to calm down and talk to me, okay?” He asked, the terrified woman nodded and breathed slowly. “Okay, can you tell me exactly what you are reporting?” He asked.

“A m-missing child,” Melissa sputtered, “Maybe an ab-abduction.” She whispered.

The Sheriff wrote everything down in an official report, “Alright, were you the last one that saw her?” He asked.

Melissa continued shaking and began, “I-I’m not sure. I think so. Her dad was at work and I was watching (y/n). We watched television, had some dinner, read some books and then I put her to bed. Her dad came home so I went back to my house with Scott, who I had brought with me.” Her voice began to waver again as she looked out at her son, sat happily without a care in the world, the same way (y/n) had been not twelve hours ago.

The Sheriff nodded and asked, “So, other than Mister (l/n), you were the last to see the victim?” The weeping woman nodded, “Alright, did you see anything strange between (y/n) and her father? Or her father in general?” He asked, offering Melissa a box of tissues.

Melissa wiped her tears and, through sniffles and hiccups, tried to relay what she had seen recently. “Well, when (m/n) p-passed away, (y/n) became a bit quieter, she didn’t smile as much but was still… well (y/n). (d/n) was destroyed when his wife died, he became really secluded, he stopped going to work and locked himself in his office for days at a time, leaving (y/n) with me.”

Sheriff Stilinski continued noting everything down, thoughts running through his head, ‘I have a feeling I know who did this and it wasn’t sweet Melissa McCall.’ He thought. Melissa’s whimpers brought back his attention.

“I know that (d/n) went back and forth between the house and visiting (m/n) in the mausoleum, he’s refusing to take (y/n) with him though, saying it would hurt and confuse her. I’m sorry but can we finish this now,” She continued, looking over at Scott and Stiles, “I feel awful enough already.” Melissa looked down into her lap.

The Sheriff nodded and stood to open the door for her, watching as she and Scott left the station, leaving Stiles to play on his own. ‘He’s going to wind up getting bored and bugging me so I best finish this quick.’ He thought, walking back to his desk and continuing the recording.

“I think it is safe to say that Melissa McCall had nothing to do with this, she had a strong relationship with (y/n), there are many people who can testify for her. The top suspect needing to be questioned now is her father (d/n) (l/n). It struck many people as odd that he wasn’t the first to report his daughter missing, unless of course, he knows where she is.” He finished, pressing stop on the recorder, taking the tape and adding it to the evidence.

Present Day~

3rd Person pov

“Dude,” Scott said, after reading the transcript of what was recorded that day. He was shocked that his mother was so close to the girl, that he was supposed to remember her too, but he didn’t. Why couldn’t he remember her? He looked back over at the girl, holding her picture up to see the comparisons.

Their face shape was the same, same nose, eyes, smile. That gorgeous, bright smile. Scott shook his head, ‘I have a girlfriend!’ He thought, thinking about Allison. Allison, the girl he hadn’t been able to see in public because of who her family is. Her family could kill him. In fact, they wanted to and tried to. They could turn on him in the snap of a finger. He saw a side of Allison at the Hale house that he had never wanted to see. She was going to kill Derek. Derek might be an ass but he was still a living being.

Then there was this, new girl. She seemed to be something special, something… inhuman. He couldn’t quite figure out what she was, something he would talk to Derek about, but whatever she was, it was incredible. Allison, well she was just human. He still liked her, but he wasn’t sure if he still loved her.

(y/n) pov

“What?” I heard, looking up from the textbook to see the two boys from my first class duck behind some bookshelves. I raised a brow before looking back at the textbook I was sharing with Isaac. Being so close to him was driving me crazy. I knew he had some sort of connection to the Alpha, but Isaac was just a Beta, a Beta that had Derek Hale’s scent vaguely on him. I could smell Hale from the mausoleum that night. I needed to find him.

Anyway, I tuned back in to my study session with Isaac as he began running through things, “I still can’t believe you’ve never read Romeo and Juliet!” He chuckled, oh that laugh, that smile. “It’s a classic, basically, two families in the city of Verona Italy, they each have one child, Romeo and Juliet, they meet, fall in love and wind up in a forbidden romance.” He told me in a purposefully deep voice to be funny.

I laughed as he made kissy faces at me, “Well, I never really went to school, I was home-schooled.” I told him, a lie yes, but I doubt he could tell. As far as I know, he hasn’t been turned for that long, this may even be his first full moon tonight. I was excited to see what would happen, I knew what happened to me in the full moon, I grew more powerful because more people called upon my kind.

We quickly finished out study session, after getting some dirty looks from the librarian about being noisy. We packed our books away and stood to leave, “Hey,” Isaac began, suddenly switching from his impish grin to a bashful smile. How is he this cute!? “I have Lacrosse practice now, but would you maybe wanna come watch? Cheer me on?” He asked, hopeful. I smiled, maybe it would be nice to take a break from the plan right now.

If I’m lucky, Derek might be there and I can speak to him, he knows the feeling of being betrayed by family. I looked into deep blue eyes and smiled, “Yeah I’d love to!” I told him, wishing him luck with a peck on the cheek and walked off to my locker, leaving the poor boy smiling a goofy smile in the middle of the hall.

Ten Years Ago~

3rd Person pov

(d/n) held his daughter’s hand as they walked slowly to the cemetery, “Let’s go visit your mama,” He said to her, watching as her smile lit up the room. Tears began to drip down his face as he slipped his other hand into his pocket and clenched his fist around the mausoleum key, contemplating his next moves.

He sat in front of the mausoleum for a while, watching as (y/n) picked flowers to give to (m/n), she insisted that she would love them, he knew deep down that whilst she would love the flowers, she wouldn’t like what he was about to do.

He watched his little girl smiling as she picked daisies and dandelions, watched her (e/c) eyes sparkle, her eyes. He watched as her cheeks turned a rosy hue as she thought of her mother, her rosy cheeks. Watched as her smile faded when he took her hand and brought her into the mausoleum when she hadn’t finished picking flowers, her smile.

He listened as her precious little voice shrieked when the door shut behind her, her dad no where to be found as he was locking the mausoleum from outside. “Dad!” She cried, her father blinking tears down his sallow face as she kicked and scratched the doors.

“Papa!” She screamed even louder, her eyes becoming used to the darkness to see the coffins surrounding her. She shook her head rapidly, refusing to believe what had just happened. Her dad would never do this, he’ll be back for her. Tears streamed down her now pale cheeks as she cried harder and louder until her throat hurt.

“Dad!!!”

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#teen wolf #x reader #teen wolf x reader #derek hale #scott mccall #isaac lahey #stiles stilinski #derek hale x reader #isaac lahey x reader #scott mccall x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #romance #love #cute #series #fanfiction #greek mythology #crossover

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