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myveryownfanfiction · 8 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @alicedoestheinternet, @onedirectionlovers2014

song that inspired this Unhealthy obsession by the Blake Robinson synthetic orchestra

warnings: stalking, swearing, smoking, drinking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: yes Ik he’s a creep. An asshole. The fucking scum of the earth. But kiefer…anyway…I’ve had a thought about this for a while so I’m gonna write it. It’s dark. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Simple as that. Otherwise here you go and I tried my best.

“wait here. Let me grab your tip.” I said as Robert put the groceries on the table. He rocked back on his heels and shoved his hands in his pockets. I caught him looking out my screen door while he waited.

“nice garden you got there.” He said loudly, trying to fill the silence. “Pumpkins are doing better this year.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s being done different but I mean I’m not going to complain.” I laughed as I came back with the money. “Here. And don’t you dare tell me it’s too much Robert.” He frowned at the money in his hand before looking back at me.

“Sometimes I don’t know what I did to deserve a client like you.” Robert said. He smiled at me and turned to leave. “See you next week.” I waved as he got into his truck and drove off. I glanced at the clock and hummed as I put away the groceries.

“two more hours and he’ll be headed home.” I mused to myself. My black cat came up and wove through my legs as I sorted through the different snacks I had ordered. “What do you say doc? Leave early to follow him home or wait for him there?” Doc mewled and headed over to his car tower. “Yeah. Wait for him there sounds like a good idea.” I preoccupied myself for an hour before grabbing my keys and leaving. I pulled up across the street from his apartment and waited. Robert arrived home on time and I watched as he got out of the truck. A bus went by and I lost him. “Dammit!” I hit my wheel and got out of my car. I walked down the street and headed into the ice cream store, failing to see Robert standing on the corner smoking and already eating ice cream. I waited ten minutes before getting in my car and heading home.

the next week I kept tailing Robert and trying to get a better handle on his routine. Every week he’d come and deliver my groceries. I’d tip him a crazy amount, he’d try to give it back and then would leave when I wouldn’t back down. On one trip, I realized that the man I had become infatuated with also had a small…problem…of his own. When the police picked him up at work, I had flattened myself against the wall across the street.

“fuck.” I whispered as I watched the police handcuff him and lead him to a police car. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” There was no way for me to get back to my car without being seen by the police or Robert. “Robert what did you get yourself into.” I whined as I looked up and saw a fire escape. I climbed up onto it and ended up dropping down not far from my car. As I tried to nonchalantly walk to it, I caught roberts eye as they patted him down. My eyes went wide, wondering if I had been caught. He gave me a sad smile as he was forced into the car and I watched as they drove away. Robert looked at me through the back window until they turned the corner. That night, I recorded the news of his arrest. and it seemed like I wasn’t the only one who was going to be doing it if the news of what he did was true. My phone rang and I got up to answer it.

“hello?” I said, twirling the cord around my finger.

“(Y/N)?” I nearly dropped the phone when I heard roberts voice. “You there?”

“yeah. I’m here robert. What the fuck? Why are you calling me? Call a fucking lawyer.” I cried. Robert laughed and I could hear shuffling on his end.

“I uh…I can’t afford a lawyer. Your tips are what’s helping me make rent every month.” He admitted. I sighed and glanced over at the address book sitting on my kitchen table. “I’m not getting bail. I just uh…I actually don’t know why I called you. I guess I just wanted a familiar voice.”

“Robert, im gonna get you a lawyer. Don’t you dare talk to anyone about anything.” I said, grabbing my book and flipping through it.

“(Y/N)…I couldn’t ask you to…” Robert tried. I cut him off.

“you’re not asking. I want to.” I said. Robert sighed and I knew he was in agreement. “Robert…” I started, nerves getting the better of me.

“Yeah?” He asked, voice wavering slightly.

“did you do it?” I asked softly. Robert sighed and I could tell he was nervous.

“you said not to say anything to anyone.” He said instead. I let my head fall against the wall, realizing just what I had gotten myself into stalking this man.

“fuck.” I whispered. “Robert…” he laughed on the other end.

“thank you. For everything.” He said before the line cut. I stood there with my head against the wall and phone pressed against my ear for a little while longer. In my time stalking him, I had never seen him go near that house. I’d never seen him deviate from his routine. So when the fuck had he gone to do this? Sighing, I straightened up and called my lawyer for him.

“For fucks sake (Y/N). You got it bad for this guy if you’re willing to hire him a lawyer.” Stacey laughed. I rolled my eyes.

“you gonna do it or not stace?” I asked. “Doesn’t matter how bad I have it for this man. He needs a lawyer and he can’t afford one. You know he’s dead if he gets a public defender.” Stacey sighed.

“yeah. I know. I’ll take it. But you owe me. Big time.” Stacey said. “Now I know you know this information, for one reason or another. What’s his address…” Stacey started asking questions about Robert and his life. “(Y/N), I know this has no bearing on the case but…” I sighed and nodded even if she couldn’t see me.

“no. I never saw him…I’ve never been to…” I stuttered out. Stacey knew about my tendencies and didn’t judge but that also meant I couldn’t flat out say anything without it being an admission of guilt. “But stacey…I work…he…he delivers to other people and I don’t…I don’t know who they are.”

“it’s ok (Y/N).” Stacey assured me. “Like I said, it has no bearing on the case from my standpoint. None of this is admissible. I just wanted to know…” I sighed. “I’m going to head over to the jail now and talk to the family’s lawyer.”

“thank you Stacey.” I breathed out and hung up. Grabbing my coat, I paused. Where was I going? It wasn’t like I could see him anyway. Putting the coat back, I waited. A few days later, Stacey called me to inform me that the courtroom would be open. Anyone could attend. So I went. I sat in the back so the only person who would realistically see me was Robert or Stacey. I let out a sigh of relief as the case as dismissed but quickly jumped up when Robert walked past the parents of the girl that was killed.

“S-s-sorry.” Robert said, laughing as they pulled him away. The father tackled him and Robert put his hands up to defend himself. I closed my eyes and shook my head. When I opened my eyes, Robert was walking past. “Thanks for everything sweetheart.” He smirked and winked at me as he was led away.

“you ok?” Stacey asked as she walked by. We both watched the parents argue with the police officer and the prosecuting attorney. I nodded.

“I was until he admitted his guilt.” I whispered. Stacey smiled at me.

“inadmissible.” She said. “And now it’s double jeopardy.” I nodded, still watching the parents. “They can’t get him on this one again. He’s going to be ok.” I nodded again.

“I know that.” I said, finally looking at Stacey.

“does it change things?” She asked as we started walking out. I shrugged.

“I’m stalking him.” I muttered, eyes darting around at the security and police officers. “He’s a rapist. And murderer. Fucked up pair we make don’t we?” I laughed humorlessly.

“you two do make a cute pair. And there’s no evidence he is either of those things.” Stacey winked at me. I rolled my eyes.

“I gotta go stace.” I said, hugging her. She gave me a knowing smile and left me to my own devices. I drove home and frowned at the strange car parked in front of my house. Gasping, I caught sight of Robert pissing in my pumpkin patch. He looked around before heading back to his car and driving off. I decided to follow him back to his apartment. Getting out of my car, I hit the hood when I lost him. A hand clapped over my mouth and someone pulled me into the alleyway behind where I parked. “Get off me you prick!” I gasped when the hand was removed. I broke away from the person and turned around to see Robert standing there, shirt tucked into his pocket and wife beater on full display. My eyes roamed over his chest as I gulped. “Oh. It’s just you.” Robert waved at me and smiled.

“just me.” He said. He took a step closer and when I didn’t move away, he closed the distance. “And here I thought that bitch of a mother was tailing me. Imagine my surprise when my next victim turns out to be the one following me all over town.” I frowned as I looked at him.

“your next…” I blinked at him and started laughing. “Oh my god. Robert…I…my plan…originally…” Robert looked at me with a raised eyebrow as I tried to get my laughter under control. “I’ve been stalking you since you started delivering my groceries! I’ve been trying to find a way to get into your apartment and basically tie you up and have my way with you!” Robert chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“Well aren’t we two peas in a pod?” He chuckled. “I suppose I have you to thank for that walkie talkie under my bed?” I nodded. “You enjoy the shows sweets?” Blushing, I nodded again.

“guilty as charged.” I shrugged. “I also am why your spare key went missing.” Robert nodded.

“so many things are clicking into place now.” Robert said as he steered us across the street to his building. “Ain’t no backing out now darling.” He said, unlocking the door to his apartment and ushering me in. Once I was through, he pinned me to the door. His arms framed my head and I snaked my arms around his neck.

“who said I wanted to?” I breathed out before pulling him towards me into a kiss. Robert moaned into the kiss and pushed his body against mine. The combined weight made the door groan. I moaned as he moved to bite along my neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. Robert growled and pushed his groin against mine, the door creaking behind me again. “Robert…the door…gonna…give.” I breathed out. Robert grabbed my legs and forced them around his waist, picking me up and carrying me effortlessly towards his bed. “Oh fuck.” I moaned as he bit the flesh between my neck and shoulder.

“you’re allowed to be loud.” He whispered in my ear. “Fuck the neighbors and fuck me if it isn’t hot if you struggle.” I tugged on his hair and smiled at the moan that left his lips.

“maybe next time baby. But right now…” Robert tossed me on the bed and I immediately grabbed for his belt buckle. “Fuck me.” He growled and pinned me down to the bed. I continued to work on the belt and his pants as he rid me of my shirt. We got tangled up a bit before robert pinned my arms to the bed. He growled at me and I gazed up at him, letting him undress me. “God you’re perfect.” When I was stripped, I reached for his wife beater and pulled it off.

“fuck me.” I moaned as I looked him over. Robert kicked off his pants and smiled wickedly down at me.

“I plan to.” He teased as he laid down on top of me, hiking my legs up around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, biting my lip as I waited for Robert to do something. “There’s only one version of me you get like this. If that isn’t…” I leaned up to kiss him, shutting him up. Robert stared at me as I laid back. “Alright then.” Robert snapped his hips against mine and entered me. I cried out as he started to thrust into me.

“fuck.” I breathed out. “You weren’t kidding.” Robert buried his head in my shoulder and bit me. Reaching up, he pulled my arms off him and pinned them to the bed with one hand. I whimpered as he sat back.

“pretty little thing. Look good below me. Where you belong.” He panted as he took me in. “Bouncing on my cock. Good little thing.” My eyes closed and I let my head fall back as Robert continued to pound into me. “Look better with my hand around your throat. Would look real good with your mouth around my dick.” My head snapped up as Robert wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed. “Look real good.” Robert smiled down at me and I gasped as his grip tightened.

“Robert.” I moaned. “Please.” Sweat dripped down his face and his eyes had taken on a wild look, driving me closer and closer to the edge. “Please Robert.”

“that’s right. Beg. Beg me.” He leaned in close, tightening his grip on my throat until it was hard to breathe. He let up a little when I took a short breath that turned into a gasp. “Only I can give you what you want. What you need.” Robert leaned down and kissed me roughly. I whimpered as he tightened his grip on my wrists, making me struggle in his grip slightly. The need to touch him was growing the longer he dragged out his thrusts.

“Robert. Oh god please. Robert. I need it.” I begged. Robert smiled at me and trailed his nose along my jaw. “Please. I need you to give it to me. Only you…” I screamed as Robert hiked my leg up his waist further. “Only you can give it to me. Please. Robert, give it to me.” He bit my ear and sucked a hickey on my neck as I started to buck in his hold. Robert chuckled darkly and kissed me again. I released slightly as he snapped his hips against mine.

“then take it.” He growled, biting my bottom lip. “Take it you whore.” I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me. Robert groaned but kept fucking me through it. Even though I was becoming overstimulated, I kept bucking against him. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Robert yelled as he came. He laid on top of me as we panted, trying to get our breath back. I nuzzled into Robert’s neck as he released my hands. “So that’s what it’s like. Not killing someone to get off.” I hummed as I ran my fingers through his sweat soaked hair.

“that’s what it’s like to have what you’ve wanted for a long time.” I countered. Robert pulled back to look at me.

“I’d ask if you’re alright but…” I smiled at him and ran my hand down to his chest. Tangling my fingers through his chest hair, I bit my lip. Robert watched me as I gently scratched him. “I think you’re as fucked up as I am.”

“I think you’re right.” I responded. “You got a problem with that?” Robert shook his head as he leaned down to kiss me.

“I won’t stop if you won’t.” He smirked at me. Using my position with my legs around his waist, I managed to take him by surprise and flip us over. Robert gazed up at me as he put his hands on my hips. “Maybe next time.” His eyes roamed over me as he tugged me down to lay on top of him. “Maybe next time.”

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sweetcafa · 1 year

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Mandela catalogue dessert AU x reader

You and Adam have just woken up from a strange hunger. Both nagging Johna to take you guys to a store. For some reason you and Adam have been craving some types of food for a few days. Adam always began to eat apple pies. You on the other hand became more interested in pumpkins.And or anything that had pumpkins. You had brought one and made sure it was perfect to eat outside.Even after eating a few a day ago you and Adam rested half hungry and half sleepy in the back of the van.

Once you finally got there it was till Adam jumped from the back that you woke up. Your hands rubbing your eyes to follow suit with Adam. Johna Behind you leading you to the store. Adam was at the small bakery side while you went to the small fruit side. Johna in the middle leaning on a shelf.Trying to get some sleep before you two were done getting your very late midnight snack. The lady in the register looked as sleepy and bored as all three of you. Soon you found a nice small but good pumpkin. Holding it in your arms like a cat walking to Johna. Adma came back with an apple pie that was still steaming. After paying you all went back to the van driving back. Your eyes glued to the sweet fruit in your hands. You felt your mouth water with a sweet scent. You could almost taste it.

At home you ran to the kitchen taking out a knife slicing the pumpkin with extreme force. Though Adam was next to you looking for a spoon Johna on the other hand moved slowly to his room. His door shut as soon as he reached it. Once you looked at the pulp in its glory you took a bite. But…you felt the taste in your mouth as you chewed it, allowing it to stick in your tongue. And oh boy did you hate it. The taste was sour, as if it was expired. You spit it out as soon as you feel it in the back of your mouth.

And you swore once you spat it out on the sink that the once slight orange color looked like a grape purple. Like it was modeling or rotting? But the sound of Adam making a “yuck” sound took your attention as moved his head away from the pie.“Yours tastes weird too?”You said slightly dazed. “yeah..” Adam responded with his hand trying to wipe the taste off his lips. “I am just getting some rest” He said walked away to the hallway. As soon as he left the sound of his door closing hit your ears. You took the time to get a drink of water. The sour taste still lingered.After a few glasses your stomach was still hungry but you mustard it up. Going off to bed.You took off your short sweater and kicked your shoes off. You rested in the bed feeling your head hit the pillow.

But something happened. Or would happen soon..

You woke up feeling a strange light hit your eye. Moving a bit you woke up. Your face scrunched up. A low grumble of curse words, unhearable words spat out. You sat up rubbing your eyes. Checking your phone. But to your dismay it would not turn on. You felt yourself fall back to your bed. But with some hit of suspicion. You wanted to see why it was so bright out in the hallway. Walking to the door you opened it. Preparing for your eyes to burn.

And you were right, as soon as the door was open the light burned your eyes. luckily you felt like your eyes adjusted to the brightness.

And oh boy was it something. A bright purple and pink sky with the brightest sun you ever saw. Not only did this not look like the hallway. But it looked like you were in a complete other world.The sweet scent hit your nose as soon as you closed your door. Sweet peppermint and sugar scented everywhere.That was soon interrupted when a bump hit your shoulder.Taking you out of the trace you were in. hearing someone you turn to see..Adam? He looked just as surprised as you. But once you notice him you also take in his appearance. It was strangely cute? He wore a light pink button up shirt with white levels. An apple crusted inspired hood. And dark black pants with brownish boots.And a half cut apple clip on his ruffled hair. You slightly chucked at his look. It seemed so childish for his age. But I guess you did like it. “What's up with the umm costume?” He looked at his clothes before shrugging. “What's up with yours?” He said as he pointed to your shirt.

That's when you noticed your strange outfit changed. A short light orange jacket. With a black sleeveless shirt connected to your shorts. Fingerless gloves with ropes of orange on the tips and ends.

You wonder what was happening. A dream? It seems so real but how can any of these be real? Soon in the distance of the sweet pink road a figure was walking towards both you and Adam. The closer they got the more you were able to notice their strangely fancy appearance. A young man with black hair and a white top hat. A pink ribbon holding the base of the hat. A small group of strawberries laid on the surface of the hat/ while he wore a pink suit with a white button up coat splitting in the back. He had a bright pink bow on his suit holding a candy cane as if it was a walking stick. The small heels on his boots hit the road walking towards with a cheerful expression. ''Ah there you two are!. I was worried you two might have not shown up!” The man said as his heel finally clicked standing a couple feet near you two. Adam spoke up..confusion in his words. “Where are you supposed to be here…?where are we to be honest?” That's when the top hat man gave a slight cheerful laugh. “Oh dear you two must have not read the sigh?”

Before you could try and understand what he ment. His candy cane moved upwards pointing at a sign a few feet away from him. He then walked to the both of you as he pushed both of you,Adam's shoulders leading us to the sign. Once he stood back we both read it. To say you were speechless was an understatement. There on the cracker-like board with vanilla frosting on it. It spelled the words “Welcome To Mandela Catalog”. You looked back at the man in the suite. His face grinning as he walked closer. “Welcome home dear Y/N!”

What have you and Adam gotten into?

Hope you all enjoy my first fanfic series. 2 requested dessert au so I thought it be fun to make the story to help build their request. Anyway, I am start working on those and then pt2. Stay safe and enjoy your stay!

#sweet cafe #fanfic #mandela dessert au #mandela catalouge x reader #mandela catalogu dessert au #x reader #gender neutral reader

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madeliefkrans · 2 years

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take off your mask

wrote a fic! barely hanging on since the “it's a lot easier to say yes to things when you're the one asking” moment, so here’s a cute halloween janine x gregory fic.

this fic was inspired by a few things. first: the supply closet kiss scene from jake & amy from brooklyn nine nine. will we have an end of the 2nd season first kiss from janine and gregory as well? sure hope so. although i would also love an even longer slow burn because janine deserves being perfectly content on her own before falling in love again. second: suzume and shishio’s almost kiss scene in chapter 40 of hirunaka no ryuusei. yes, i’m still not over them. sue me. third: lots of dialogue prompts i saw on tumblr.

fandom: abbott elementary (tv series) type: fluff! cute! pairing: janine x gregory pov: janine’s word count: 2,384 on ao3 as well

take off your mask

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

Janine catches Gregory staring at her all big-eyed, thinking she’s joking, but once he sees the expression on her face, realizing that she’s serious.

“Okay,” he replies simply.

Janine lets out a relieved sigh. They’re on their way to Jacob’s class, walking through the second floor hallway. Abbott has always been getting by with little supplies. It can be challenging, but Abbott’s students and teachers are proof it can also push you to think outside the box. They are experts in getting creative with less, especially at times like this: Halloween.

Of course, Mr. C could not let spooky season pass without going all out, so he and his class, with some help of other teachers (Melissa knew a guy), have turned their classroom into a haunted house. Janine can only imagine the horrors going on there: paper spiders, ghosts made of tissues, pumpkins with googly eyes… Janine’s nerves are too sensitive for such scary events.

“What are you scared of?” Gregory asks.

“Mostly of kids jumping out of nowhere.” Janine shudders at the thought of a kid surging out of a storage closet turned into a mummy chest.

“That’s normal, we experience that every day.”

“This is different!”

Gregory tries to hide the stifled laugh behind his hand. Janine shots him a glare.

“You’re a scaredy cat.”

“I am not!”

Janine shoves her mask over her face. She dressed up as No Face from Spirited Away today, wearing the black gown from her UPenn graduation and a mask she bought online. It’s a film she couldn’t wait to show her students. Although it may not be as action-packed or frightening as what some of them were used to, like American Gangster or The Shining.

“This is a perfectly healthy reaction to scary situations,” Janine scoffs. Expecting Gregory to react, she looks up, but she only catches his gaze down at her.

She recognizes it. It doesn’t happen often, and when it does, it’s over before she knows it. The first time she couldn’t figure out the expression. It happened so quickly. Even so, it made her look away, making a joke. Back then, somehow, she already knew that when she would have held his gaze, she surely would have reached some kind of truth she was not ready for. It was only when she had seen it a couple more times, she could pinpoint the expression. Right now, he looks at her with fondness.

Janine is glad he cannot see her expression anymore. Lately, it’s been difficult ignoring her longing to hold his gaze, prolonging it, discovering what’s on the other side of it.

“Boo,” Ava whispers right next to her ear.

Janine screams, almost jumps out of her skin.

Ava cackles as she keeps going down the corridor. “Girl, your conscience is not in a good place if it got you all jumpy like that.”

Janine holds a hand on her heart, pacing her breath.

“Enjoy the haunted house, definitely some child prodigy actors in there,” Ava yells across her shoulder.

And with that, Janine’s breath is trembling again.

🎃🎃🎃

Gregory opens the entrance to the haunted house: thick black curtains. Janine can’t help hiding behind his body, scared all her nightmares will come true once she enters the classroom. She admires his checkered hat from the back. He decided to dress up as Sherlock Holmes today, wearing a tweed suit that fits him well.

Inside it’s completely dark. Silence all around them, all she can hear is her own heartbeat. Goosebumps cover her arms. Slowly, they shuffle their way through the assigned route.

Suddenly, music starts playing. Is that the Halloween theme? Strobe light flashes in front of their eyes, exposing streaks of blood on the wall. Oh God.

Then thunder crashes and a thick layer of fog starts to emerge all around them, blocking their view. Janine tenses up completely.

“It’ll be fine, Janine,” Gregory’s calm voice cuts through the darkness. She wonders how he knows that she’s this close to losing it.

She doesn’t have long to think it through, because suddenly, pairs of small hands appear out of the fog. Reaching. Towards. Her.

Janine screams. Even Gregory jolts. Or is that because of her screaming?

Oh wait. It’s because she’s clinging to him. She’s grabbed his arm, almost cutting off his blood flow. She cannot seem to let go, though. Not as long there’s danger lurking around ever dark corner of this classroom.

Gregory lets her.

She’s glad to hold on to him. Until something touches her hair. Faster than strobe light she reaches up her hair and shakes her head simultaneously.

“WHAT JUST TOUCHED ME,” Janine yells. Her fingers touch it. She screams some more.

Until she bumps into Gregory, who’s walked out in front of her.

“I think we’re at the grand finale,” he states. And Janine slowly peeks around his back to see what he’s looking at. It seems to be a chest covered in a red velvet cloth. The Halloween theme reaches its climax. Slowly, the chest opens itself from within. It reveals a boy who holds a flashlight underneath his painted face.

“Who dares to disturb my sleep,” the boy says slowly in his deepest voice which is still quite high. “You are cursed for a hundred years.”

Enough is enough.

Janine flees to the dark curtains she can see to her right, with light poking out from underneath. A couple more steps and she’s safe. She’ll be released from this nightmare. She reaches out for the exit and almost falls through the curtains with the momentum she’s made fighting her way out of this classroom.

She leans back against the brown brick wall in the hallway as she’s trying to calm herself down. Gregory walks out of the haunted house unfazed. Must be nice.

“You alright?”

“Better now I’m not in there anymore,” Janine tries to joke, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Gregory laughs softly, walking towards her and leaning against the wall besides her. He looks at her. She looks right back. It’s quiet. Her mask itches.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Janine and Gregory turn to face the ominous voice. A couple of kids stare at them with nothing but emptiness behind their eyes. Seems like the haunted house is not done with Janine and Gregory just yet. The kids have their arms straight in front of them, fingers pointing towards the floors. Nails all black. Eyes all black.

“Urhghhhhhhhh,” a student grunts. And she steps towards them.

One step too many.

Gregory stares at her. “What do we do?”

“RUN!” Janine screams. She grabs Gregory’s arm and yanks him to the right, down the hallway.

🎃🎃🎃

Janine is running as fast as she can. Looking over her shoulder, she sees the kid zombies following them, groaning and snorting. Running fast like zombies absolutely wouldn’t. Janine and Gregory turn a corner and then Janine has the best idea ever.

“Over here!” For the third time today, Janine grabs Gregory’s arm. And for the third time today, he lets her.

She pushes him inside a supply closet, throws herself in there and shuts the door behind them with the force of Yoda lifting Luke’s spaceship out of a swamp. Through the tiny window, she can see the kids running past them. She lets out a satisfied sigh.

“Jacob’s influence on those kids really shows. I bet they will join the Story Samurais one day,” Gregory deadpans.

Janine snorts, turning around to face him. And then realizing that the supply closet is cozier than she’d anticipated. Two people barely fit in here. She feels her face getting hot under her mask. It’s only because she just experienced hell on earth being chased down by zombies, no doubt.

She tries to distract herself by looking at the shelves to her left. A box at eye level grabs her attention.

“Wait, what is this?” Janine reaches out to the box, trying to identify the picture on it with the little light that’s coming through the window. “Are those walkie talkies? Did we… stumble into Ava’s doomsday prep closet?”

She sees Gregory’s hand reach for a shelve above her. “There’s some tow rope as well.”

His voice is so close. The skin on her back is burning, sensing that if she were to move even half a step back, she would bump into his chest. It’s too much. And because of some strange reflex, she jolts forward, hitting her forehead on a shelf. Although her mask covers her whole face, feigning protection, it definitely hurts.

“Janine? Did you bump your head?” Gregory asks. Worried.

This is not good.

“Is your forehead okay?”

“I’m fine!” she squeaks, her voice two octaves higher than usual. She clenches her hands over the edge of the shelve. Determined to not turn around. She definitely can’t show him her face.

“Come on, turn around. I want to make sure you’re alright.”

Without doubt, if he would see her face, he would figure it out. It would be clear as day. All she has been trying to avoid so far. A dam about to burst.

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

The softness in his voice makes her inner turmoil calm down a bit. With sweaty palms, she puts the mask on top of her hair, hoping he doesn’t notice her trembling fingers. Another shallow breath fills her lungs as she slowly turns to face him.

The trace of light is enough to make out his face. One moment of locking eyes is enough to make her stomach turn. Sparkly glow in the dark bats in her belly. She’s sucked in.

She feels the spot on her forehead where she bumped into the shelf heating up, indistinguishable from the flush that’s spread to her cheeks since she realized they’re here alone. In this space that blocks out the rest of the world. They’ve accidentally stepped into another dimension. Or did they invite an alternate reality to merge with this one?

He definitely knows now. His eyes are big. He’s looking at her as if this is the first time she’s answering his gaze. Which might be the case. Was she really looking all those times before when their eyes crossed?

Her heart fills her whole chest, her whole body. She can feel her heart beat even in her toes. His breath faintly tickles on her forehead as he’s taking up all the space around her.

His gaze is soft on her. Somehow, in this tiny closet, he finds the space to move towards her. The tiniest step.

Panic. Janine breaks eye contact.

“We should get back,” she says hurriedly.

“I’d prefer we stay right here.”

Janine gulps. She’s weak in her knees. Been years since someone made her feel this way. She looks up at Gregory again. And collects all her nervous bravery.

“Why?”

Gregory shows her the softest smile.

“Because you’ve never looked at me like that. And I don’t want it to stop.”

It’s all Janine needs to surrender. To give in to this feeling. It washes over her, no going back. She’s been pushing it away, but no more. It's simple, really. She’s in love with him.

He leans closer, closer, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment. Her goosebumps are back. She feels hot and shaky, her breathing shallow. She wants him. Her hands reach up for his chest, catching the rigid fabric of his suit between her fingers, feeling the firmness behind it. She lifts her heels off the ground, and he closes the distance between them, gently pressing his lips to hers.

He pulls her closer instantly, his warm hands wrapped around her waist, deepening the kiss. She can’t help but get closer too, pressing her whole body to his, surprised to feel that he radiates the same warmth she’s sure she is. She travels her hands to his face, traces his jawline. His lips are soft, faintly tasting of the homemade pumpkin pie she offered him a slice of earlier today.

Her whole body is tingling. All her senses point to him. She can’t believe that she was running away from this feeling. She feels so alive.

His hands glide up her back and cradle her neck, fingers getting tangled in her curls, before he pulls away. Her whole body is vibrating, cheeks flushed, if more heat is even possible. No sound but his beating heart beneath her hands on his chest fill the space.

Gregory looks at her with so much tenderness, she cannot believe she looked away the first time she’d caught only a fraction of this in his previous glances. She feels her lips stretching into a grin. Did this really just happen?

“Stop smiling,” Gregory mumbles. “It does things to me I'd rather not talk about.”

Janine’s grin turns into the widest smile.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she whispers.

Gregory lets out a small scoff, sliding his hands to the small of her back. “We have to thank the zombies.”

Janine shakes her head so furiously her mask almost falls off. “No way I’m stepping foot in that haunted house again.”

Gregory laughs. Janine beams.

🎃🎃🎃

Facing opposite sides of the classroom, they’re both carving their masterpiece. After school, Janine and Gregory decided to stay behind to cut out the two pumpkins that had remained untouched during the day. And since they’re both hellbent on turning everything into a competition, the winner has to carve the most impressive pumpkin. Without peeping at each other’s handiwork.

Janine refuses to create something scary, so she opts for a wide smile. But after a while, she notices that the grin is exactly what makes the pumpkin terrifying. She shivers.

She’s so immersed, she doesn’t notice that Gregory has shifted in the chair that he’d put right behind her when they started, now sitting backwards. She’s completely focused on her creation, thinking she will easily return home a champion. Until she feels his hand touching her hair, sliding it to the side, leaving the back of her neck exposed. His fingers trace her skin.

Janine breaks out a grin. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”

She hears the smile in his low whisper. “So it’s working?”

#abbott elementary #janine teagues #gregory eddie #janine x gregory #gregory x janine #fanfiction

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shiorimakibawrites · 8 months

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General Writing Updates

I am writing Part 15 - The Interrogation for Alley Cat.

I will continue to write short (🤞) entries for Kinktober 2023. So far I'm pleased with how it is going. I had a rough plan for who is staring in which chapters but the men have already rearranged that plan at least once and might well do it again.

Not sure if I will finish it before tomorrow but the fluff muses got another burst of inspiration for @she-likesorchids's Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge so I'm also working on a fluffy piece involving Matt, pumpkin bread, and a snuggle sweater.

Possible Change to Phantom

The other day on A03, I stumbled over a Reader x Matt story where the Reader has ghost-like powers and is a vigilante using the name Phantom.

The powers don't match - this person's Reader is very ghost with their ghost powers whereas my Reader's powers just resemble those of a ghost (invisibility, intangibility, limited flight).

My Reader isn't exactly vigilante but can't really ignore people who need help. Granted this help mainly consists of phasing through a wall (with her face covered) in front of the bad guy and yelling "Boo!"

But it still makes me think that maybe I ought to change the name of the series to Ghost and have Reader's not-exactly-a-vigilante name be Ghost. Summary would still be basically the same.

Changes to Arachne

I mentioned this on October 3 but I'm not sure how many people actually saw that post. I've had to revise my plan for Arachne.

I realized while trying to write the outline for Part 1 that I needed both Matt and Reader to have a little more flexibility in their schedules than an L1 (first year law student) would have.

L1s have to do their assigned readings. Ever seen Legally Blonde? Remember how on the first day of class, the professor walked and was like "I know all of you read the assigned readings and are now experts on subject-matter jurisdiction. Which I'm going to quiz you mercilessly on."

Well remember that they have three more classes just like that. Each has at least an hour or two of reading prior to that class session. One lawyer who wrote a guide book to law school mentioned that he spent roughly four hours a day, six days a week reading when he was an L1. And that was just the reading.

So the story has switched to starting during Freshman Year at Columbia University. On the positive side, this means lots of college! Matt.

#writing update #upcoming fics

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aesthetic-day-dream · 2 years

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A -short- list of things that were important to me that longer exist or are no longer apart of my life: ✨✨✨✨

- The box of goodies my nanny used to bring whenever she visited on the weekends

- Her big blue truck

- A type of popsicles that I could only get at school on ice cream day

- This tree next to my house that had to be cut down due to power lines

- An old wisteria bush by our porch that no longer blooms

- Our fruit trees, especially the peach one (I miss them)

- The two gardens my dad and nanny used to tend

- All the houses my nanny used to live in

- How I used to spend my summers

- Books I’ve read that I’ve forgotten all about

- The blackberry bush that used to be in my neighbors yard

- The homemade apple sauce my mom used to make

- My papaws potato soup

- Cats that are no longer around

- All the dogs my aunt used to have

- Playing pool in my cousins basement, as in 🎱

- My aunts old house

- Old middle/elementary school lunches (they were so good before they changed them)

- Celebrating my birthday

- My old art classes in high school

- The places my nanny used to take me

- Some stuffed animals I got rid of a long time ago

- Spending time with one of my cousins that I haven’t seen in years

- My old relationship with my brother

- Fishing dates with my dad

- An old friendship from kindergarten

- Seeing my best friend everyday

- How I used to feel about myself

- This old perfume I used to have

- This horrifically ugly sweater I used to own, but it was the softest thing I’ve ever felt and I loved it

- Going out to eat with my papaw and cousins

- Catching frogs and salamanders

- My friendships from high school

- Going sledding in the snow

- Carving pumpkins with my aunt and cousins

- Having a real Christmas tree

The list is always growing, I’m still adding to it 🥹

This is inspired by a post I saw on Pinterest, but there was no original “author/artist”

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atlafan · 4 years

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Boo!

a/n: alright, I think this is the last Halloween fic I’m gonna due, I had one more in me. Thank you to everyone who sent me requests. I tried to sprinkle them all into the four different fics I wrote. This one was mostly inspired by someone who asked for a scared neighbor, and someone who asked for one of them to work at a haunted house! Reblogs and feedback are always helpful! Enjoy! (not proofread)

Warnings: pining, fluff, and smut at the end

Words: 6.6K

Y/N was a scaredy cat, plain and simple. She loved Halloween, and the fun that came with it, she just hated the things that absolutely made her skin crawl like jump scares, fake blood, movies that were made with the sole purpose of scaring you, and haunted houses. Never has she once wanted to go to a haunted house in her life. She went when she was a little girl, and she ended up being one of this kids that just screamed and cried the entire time. She somehow made it through both It films, but had nightmares for weeks, so she just stays away from these things.

She was a recent graduate, just starting her master’s program, and living on her own for the first time. She loved her flat a whole lot, getting to decorate it however she wanted, and only having herself to blame if the dishes got stacked up or if the bathroom needed tidying. Another reason she loved her flat? Her very cute next door neighbor. She wasn’t sure if he was also in grad school, or was just from the area. She learned his name was Harry one day as they were both checking their mailboxes, and from there they would exchange pleasantries in the elevator or if they saw one another coming or going.

Harry was a tad mysterious in that he was quiet, but his smile always let Y/N know she wasn’t a bother. She had no idea if he was single or not. His apartment was often quiet aside from the occasional person he might bring back with them. She only ever heard muffled giggles, and the sound of his voice lowering an octave, but her bed wasn’t pressed up to the wall they shared, so she really didn’t pay much attention to it. It did make her more mindful for when she brought someone home, though, not wanting him to hear her.

Y/N always liked the little interactions she’d have with her sweet neighbor. It made living alone a little more exciting. She’d have her friends over when she could, and sometimes they got a little glimpse of Harry, and then they’d understand why Y/N couldn’t help but word vomit about him sometimes.

One day, a couple of weeks before Halloween, Harry spots her in the hall just as she’s keying into her place. He grins and comes up behind her.

“Boo!”

“Ah!” She turns around and nearly decks him. “Jesus Christ, Harry!” She clutches her hand to her chest.

“Shit, I didn’t think you’d be so jumpy, I’m sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“No offense, but you’re a large man coming up behind a small woman to scare her on purpose…I think anyone would be scared.” Her face flushes with embarrassment.

“When you put it like that…yikes.” He clears his throat. “Um, I’m glad I caught you, though.”

“Oh?” She perks up a bit. He had genuinely wanted to talk with her?

“Yeah, I work seasonally at this haunted house downtown every year, it’s a lot of fun.” He takes a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I’m supposed to give out some coupons, if you bring a group of five you get a discount, see?” He hands her the coupon and she looks it over.

“You…you work at a haunted house?”

“Just seasonally as a side gig, it pays pretty well. Plus, I get to dress up as different things and scare people.” He smirks.

“Well, I can see you definitely enjoy doing that.” She chuckles slightly.

“I really am sorry about that.” He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s a charity thing, so half the proceeds goes to UNICEF…if that persuades you at all.”

“I’ll, um, I’ll see if my friends want to go, thanks.”

He smiles at her and nods.

“Well, have a good one.” He says, and continues his way down the hall and to the elevator.

Y/N goes into her flat, and sighs heavily. She was fucked, absolutely fucked. She knew her friends would be down to go, but she more so worried about needing to wear a pair of depends or not because she was sure to wet herself at a haunted house.

“Why didn’t you just tell him you don’t like haunted houses?” Billy asks her over coffee.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Niall says to the group. “It’s the first time the guy’s said more than a few words to her, she wasn’t going to turn it down. Isn’t that right, Pet?”

“On the nose, Ni.” She sighs. “I looked like enough of a wimp when he scared me in the hall, I didn’t want to look like a total baby by telling him they scare me. Maybe we could go and I could just putter around outside.”

“Why don’t like you like them again? They’re harmless.” Sadie says as she sips on her tea.

“I don’t like the jump scares. I wanna see everything clearly in front of me. I also feel bad for clowns.” Y/N pouts.

“Clowns?” Rob questions.

“Yeah, like, clowns are supposed to be sources of joy, and they’ve been turned into these scary monsters for no good reason.” She takes a bite of her lemon-poppy scone, and swallows. “So…I mean, I have the coupon, would you all come with me? At least he’ll know I have friends.”

“What’s his name again?” Sadie says, taking her phone out. “Harry Styles?”

“Yeah, don’t bother looking him up, he doesn’t have any social media. Or if he does it’s all super private.” Y/N says.

“Of course you’ve tried to look him up before.” Niall teases her.

“Well, he is my neighbor, I wanted to see if I was living next to a creep or not.”

“I think we should go.” Billy says. “We haven’t done anything spooky this season yet.”

“That’s because you’re all too grown to come carve pumpkins and bake cookies with me.” Y/N huffs.

“Tell you what, you roast the seeds from the pumpkins and I’ll come bake with you.” Sadie says, throwing an arm around her friend, and they both giggle.

Later that day, Y/N happens to get into the elevator at the same time as Harry, and she was excited to give him the good news.

“Hey.” She smiles at him. “Um, I talked to my friends, we’ll be at the haunted house this weekend.”

“That’s great! I’ll be there Saturday night for sure.”

“What will you be dressed as? Will you be walking around outside, or will you be inside doing the real scaring?”

“If I told you any of that it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, now would it? No built up suspense.” They both get off the elevator and head down the hall. “See you then.” He winks at her, and she stands by her door a moment going over the interaction in her head.

She just wanted to prepare herself as much as possible. She knew half the fun for the stuff was to actually get people scared, but there was a difference between jumping and laughing at something, and genuinely screaming to the point of tears. Would she actually survive this?

Saturday evening, Y/N and her friends head downtown for the haunted house. There was a lot to do outside, so they stop off for candied apples before getting their tickets. She shows her coupon to the cashier, and the group gets their discount. It was just starting to get dark outside, and there were tons of people in costume walking around outside. Some people were taking pictures with them after getting spooked, and Y/N started to feel herself getting nervous.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” Niall throws his arms around her shoulders. “Bill and I are gonna make a little sandwich with you so you’ll be right between us to grab onto while we walk in.”

“Thanks.” She says.

“Do you see him anywhere, or do you think he’s inside?” Rob asks.

“He wouldn’t tell me when I asked, so I have no idea.” She sighs.

“Well, let’s go get in line, it’s starting to fill up.” Sadie says, and they all head to the line to get inside.

There was someone dressed up like a witch scanning the tickets, and reminds everyone it is single file as you enter the house. Everyone nods, and Y/N grips onto both Niall and Billy’s hands as they form their line.

Harry was outside at the front of the line scoping out the scene. He was taking a little fresh air break before he needed to get back into his room. He was dressed like a dirtbag with a fake chainsaw in his hand. As he scans over the crowd in line he spots Y/N. His eyes widen as he practically sees her trembling. He watches as one of the boys she’s with raises her chin with their finger and says something to her. She smiles at him, and kisses his cheek. Harry furrows his brows in disappointment, and goes back inside.

It’s dark as they all step inside, and her death grip on the boys grows stronger.

“Y/N, close your eyes if you need to, we can guide you in.” Billy says to her as he grips her shoulders.

“Yeah, don’t feel like you even need to-“

“Ahhh!!” She screams when a few ghouls pop out at them. She nearly jumps on Niall’s back from it. “I should have just stayed outside.” Her bottom lip quivers.

“We’ve got you, just keep going.” Sadie says from the rear.

It really was just the jump scares and the darkness. The rooms they were walking in weren’t that scary. Some of them have flashes of lightening and rumbles of thunder, creepy music and floorboard squeaking. Harry’s room was up next. All he had to was pretend to saw into someone’s neck, and let some fake blood out. The only thing was, his room was pitch black, so no one could what was happening until he ripped the cord for the chainsaw.

He recognizes Y/N’s pitiful scream instantly. Usually he gets a kick out of it, from anyone, but when he glances over at the group, and sees her cheeks stained with tears, he feels terrible. The scene is supposed to last a little longer, but he gives a signal to the lighting crew and they make it go dark again. His room was last, so Y/N practically gasps for air once she’s back outside.

“I’m sorry if I ruined it for you all.” She sniffles and wipes her cheeks. Niall sighs and helps her clean her face up.

“You didn’t, Lovie, it’s fine.” He says to her.

“You actually did a lot better than we thought.” Rob says.

“Are your panties dry?” Billy asks.

“Well…yeah.” She giggles.

“Then you did amazing!” Sadie says. “I have to say, I’ve been to my fair share of haunted houses, and that one was fucking scary.”

“Can…can we go get some pizza or something? Maybe some hard ciders? I need a fucking drink.” She jokes, and everyone agrees. She wished she had Harry’s number so she could at least text him that she actually showed up. “Wait! I just wanna go inside and leave a note for Harry.”

Everyone waits outside as she goes back up to the ticketing register. She asks if she can leave a note for him, and the girl at the register all but squeals, and says yes.

Made it through the house, just wanted you to know. Thanks again for the coupon!! – Y/N xx

“I’ll make sure H gets it.” She smiles at Y/N.

“Thank you.” She says, and out the door she goes back to her friends.

Harry felt even more gutted when he received the note. He had been part of the reason she was crying. Why would she have gone if she really didn’t like being scared? Did she go just for him? No way, that other guy she kissed had to be her boyfriend, right?

For about a week Harry contemplated knocking on Y/N’s door. He even thought to slide a note underneath, just to be cute, but he chickened out. One night he was getting some studying done when he heard a loud yelp. His head turns in the direction of the sound. Did she have someone over? He’d occasionally hear the squeal of her bed, but in all honesty Harry had a feeling Y/N wasn’t exactly getting her shit rocked. Either that, or she was just one of those really quiet girls. Not a minute later does he hear a quiet tap on his front door. He gets up and pads over to it to look through his peephole. It was a shaking Y/N.

“Y/N?” He says as he unlocks and opens his door. “Are you alright?”

“N-no, I…I don’t know what happened, um, I think something short circuited, and I…I feel so stupid for saying this but I don’t know where the breaker box is.”

“Oh, Pet, you’re not stupid. Took me forever to find mine, do you want some help?”

“If you don’t mind.”

He follows her out into the hall, and into her place.

“Gave you a bit of a fright, didn’t it?” He asks softly.

“Y-yeah.”

Poor thing must have been embarrassed. She was in a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt, clearly not wearing a bra. He thought she looked adorable, and just wanted to scoop her up, but he couldn’t. He uses his flashlight on his phone, and she involuntarily latches onto his wrist.

“I’m sorry, I’m petrified of the dark.” She tells him.

“It’s alright.” He shifts so he can hold her hand. “The breaker box should be in your pantry, that’s where mine is anyways.”

He heads her over to it, and she lets him open the door. She had a tidy flat, nothing to hide. He opens the box, looks away, flips the switch, and the lights all come back on. She lets out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god. I thought I was going to be without heat! Thank you, I have no idea what happened. I don’t have anything overly plugged in.”

“No problem at all.” He smiles at her. “Sometimes it happens at my place, it’s not exactly the newest building, Love.”

“Right.” She swallows and lets go of his hand. He looks in the direction of her kitchen and sees she has a couple of pumpkins on the table.

“What are you up to?”

“Oh, well, I was going to get some cookies in the oven, and then carve some pumpkins. My friends aren’t really into it, but I like it.”

“So you don’t totally hate Halloween then?”

“No, not at all! I…I’m just not a fan of the scary stuff.” She chews on her bottom lip. “Would you…would you care to join me?” It was bold. He probably had plans, or probably just didn’t want to hang out with her.

“I’d love to! Can’t remember the last time I carved a pumpkin.”

“Oh! Well, alright then.” She smiles and leads him into her kitchen. “I have those sugar cookies with the pumpkins and black cats on them. I was about to slice them up before the power went out.”

“I love those, can I help?”

“Sure.”

She preheats the oven and gets a baking sheet out with some parchment paper. She lets him slice up the roll with the black cats as she does the ones with the pumpkins, then she pops them in the oven. She grabs a couple of bowls to place on the table and he raises an eyebrow at her.

“My friends like when I roast the seeds, so we need one bowl for all the guts, and then one for when we separate them.”

“Gotcha.” They each grab one of the little carving knives and cut open the tops of the pumpkins. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t like the scary stuff then why did you come to the haunted house?”

“Oh…well…I didn’t want to disappoint you. You invited me, and…well….I’ve always wanted to get to know you better, so I thought that would be a good start.”

“You have?”

“Well, yeah, I think you’re the only other young person on our floor.” She laughs. “Are you still in school?”

“Yeah, I’m in grad school.”

“Me too!” She says excitedly and starts scooping the guts out of her pumpkin. Harry does the same.

“You could have just told me, you know, I was using the coupon as an excuse to talk to you.”

“R-really?”

He nods and starts separating the seeds. She watches as his fingers work nimbly. She frightened when she hears the timer go off for the oven.

“Jesus, Y/N….I feel terrible that you’re so jumpy.”

“I think I’m just still a little worked up from the power going out.” She takes the cookies out of the oven and puts them on a cooling rack.

She comes back over and sticks her hands in the bowl of guts along with Harry’s, and they brush together. They look at each other and blush.

“Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

Everything sort of happens quickly from there. Without caring about the mess, Harry cups her cheeks and pulls her into a tender kiss. He backs her up against the wall next to the fridge, and she groans into his mouth. Her messy hands tug at the collar of his shirt to pull him down more to her so she can wrap her warms around his neck. He smiles against her.

“Were you eating some of the cookie dough earlier?”

“M-maybe.” She giggles. “Why?”

“You just taste really sweet.” He leans down and sucks her bottom lip between his teeth, and lets it snap back. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while, to be honest with you. You just seem like such a nice person.”

“I’ve…I’ve wanted to kiss you too.” Her heart was beating like crazy. Her eyes glance over at the pumpkins. She really did want to carve them. “Um…would you…would you like to get the pumpkins carved? And then maybe we could watch a movie while the seeds roast?”

“I’d like that.” He steps back from her. “I got your cheeks covered in guts, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She chuckles and grabs a paper towel, wetting it under the sink faucet. She wipes her cheeks and continues to separate the seeds with him.

Harry begins carving his pumpkin while she lets the seeds rest on some paper towels. They munch on cookies, and giggle as they make horrible designs with the pumpkins.

“Okay, hold on.” She says and grabs two little lights to put inside the pumpkins. “Aw, they look so cute.”

“How come your friends don’t like doing this? I had a great time.”

“It’s a lot of work to them.” She shrugs. “Kinda glad they’re not here, wouldn’t have needed you to rescue me.”

“Guess it all worked out for the best.” He smiles at her.

“Go get get comfy. I can make us some tea while I ge the seeds in the oven if you like.”

“That would be great, thank you.”

It was a Wednesday night, Harry had class tomorrow, but he truthfully didn’t care. He was enjoying getting to know his neighbor, and he was hoping to get to know her a bit more.

“Alright.” She sets the mugs on the coffee table and grabs the remote. “I don’t know about you, but I’d love to watch Halloweentown.”

“A classic, throw it on.”

She feels almost giddy at his willingness to humor her. She flips the TV to Disney+, and puts on the movie. Just as she’s biting into another cookie after the opening the credits, she asks him the question that had been rattling around her brain over the last week.

“So, are you going to tell me who you were dressed up as at the haunted house?”

“Oh…I was the chainsaw guy at the end…”

“Oh.” She says quietly.

“I had them end it quicker when I saw how scared you were, I felt terrible.”

“Great, so you saw me crying like a baby.” She sighs.

“Hey.” He smiles at her. “I think it’s really brave that you went through the whole house.”

“You’re just saying that.” She pouts at him.

“No, I mean it.” He lifts a hand to stroke her cheek.

“You never responded to my note.” She says, just above a whisper.

“I…I didn’t know how. I didn’t know if one of the guys you were with was you boyfriend or not, and I didn’t want to just slip a response under your door.”

Her body relaxes under his touch, and she smiles softly at him.

“The guy who willingly scares people to the point of tears was too shy to slip a note under my door?” She smirks, and he lets go of her with a scoff.

“I resent that. There’s a crazy amount of confidence you get when you dress up like someone else”

“Sort of like stage presence?”

“Yeah, sort of.” He puts his arm around her and pulls her close to him. “Be quiet and watch the movie, would you?”

She giggles but listens to him. After she pulls the seeds out of the oven to cool, they get especially cozy on the couch with him laying behind her to spoon her. It was incredibly cozy, and everything she could have hoped for with him. The kiss earlier was nice and all, but she was hoping this was the sort of guy Harry was. One to be okay with staying in and watching a classic movie with a plate of cookies close by.

He was reluctant to leave, giving her smooch after smooch at the door, but he didn’t want to be groggy for class, and she had class too, so it was best for them to part ways. He did, however, ask for her number so he could ask her on a proper date some time and she happily gave it to him.

Y/N told her friends about the previous night, and they were really excited for her. They couldn’t believe the two had kissed over pumpkin guts, but hey, whatever works, right?

“You should invite him to my Halloween party.” Sadie says.

“He probably has to work at that stupid haunted house.” Y/N sighs.

“You won’t know unless you ask. Besides, it’s not like that place will be open super late. He could meet up with you.”

“That’s true. What if he thinks my costume is lame? I’m only dressing up like a witch.”

“The cutest witch as that, he won’t be able to resist.” Niall winks at her and she rolls her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll text him.” Her eyes grow wide as she takes out her phone.

“What is it, Peanut?” Billy asks her.

“He texted me this morning and I missed it!” She scrambles to open the message and text him back.

Harry: morning, beautiful, I had a lot of fun last night. Can’t wait to do it again…8:09AM

Y/N: so sorry for just responding, I’m horrible at texting! I had a lot of fun last night too. Do you have plans on Halloween??...11:17AM

She sets her phone down with a sigh, taking a sip of her tea as her friends continue to chat about Sadie’s party. She sees her screen light up and she smiles.

Harry: lol no worries, I’m sure you’re a busy person. I have to work the day shift at the haunted house, don’t worry, we tone it down for the kids, but I’m free in the evening, why?

Y/N: oh, well, maybe I should have gone during the day then haha my friend Sadie’s having a party and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? It’s okay if you don’t…

Harry: don’t be silly, I’d love to go! I’m assuming it’s a costume thing?

Y/N: great! Yeah, it’s a costume thing, but it’s not like over the top, I’m just going as a witch

Harry: bet you’ll be the cutest witch there 😉

Y/N: oh stop 😳

Harry: I mean it! I definitely have plenty of costumes, so I can pull something together. What time’s the party?

Y/N: I was hoping to get there for 9

Harry: works for me, see you then!

Y/N: see you then

“Oh my god.” She giggles to herself.

“What?” Sadie asks. “Is he gonna come with you to the party?”

“Yup?” Y/N grins. “And he thinks I’ll be the cutest witch there.”

“Oi, I literally just said the same thing to you!” Niall says.

“Yeah, but…I’m interested in him romantically so it means more.”

“Piss off.” He says with a glare and it makes her laugh. She throws her arms around her friend and kisses his cheek.

“Don’t worry, Ni, you’re still my number one man.”

“Mhm, sure.” He scoffs, and everyone else laughs.

Y/N never really fretted over a Halloween costume before, and she felt silly for being so nervous, but she just wanted to look…sexy? She sighs as she changes her outfit about three different times. She also wanted to be comfortable. She slides her legs into a pair of black slacks that come up just over her belly button, and had a slight flair at the bottom. She pairs it with a black lace bralette so only a sliver of her torso was showing. She curls her hair and brushes it out to look wavy, and applies some fun makeup to make her eyes pop. Last, she puts on her small witch’s hat, and waits for him. When she hears the knock on her door at ten of nine she takes a deep breath, grabs her purse, and opens it.

“Oh, Babe, you look amazing.” He says almost immediately, giving her a hug. She smiles up at him when she sees he’s dressed like a casual vampire. Donning similar black attire (slacks and a button up), along with some fake blood painted at the corners of his mouth.

“Thank you, is that what you wore today?”

“Yeah.”

“Way less scary.” She chuckles, and locks her door.

“Do you wanna wear my jacket?”

“Maybe later? I’m okay right now, but thank you.”

He nods as they step into the elevator. He casually takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. The walk to Sadie’s doesn’t take too long, and Y/N lets herself in when they get there. It was the usual group, plus some other friends from school and work. She introduces Harry to all of them, and get the two of them some sherbet punch.

“It’s spiked, is that alright?” She says to him.

“Yeah, thank you.” He takes the small cup from her and takes a sip.

Harry gets on with Y/N’s friends way better than she expected. It eased a lot of her anxiety because it wasn’t often she brought a guy around them so soon, but she talked about the him enough that they all already felt comfortable around him. He was also really funny, so that helped.

It was a great night all around. Y/N won a couple of round of Cards Against Humanity, and partnered up with Niall for a game of beer pong. Somewhere between midnight and one in the morning, Y/N and Harry decide to call it a night, he had worked all day after all.

“Care to come to mine for a nightcap?” He asks her as he shimmies his jacket off his shoulders and onto hers for the walk home.

Normally she wouldn’t yes so quickly, but they lived right next door to each other, and they had already gotten the first kiss out of the way, so she agrees. She was also curious to see how he had set up his place compared to hers. He leads her inside, and she stays wrapped in his coat as she goes to sit on his sofa. He comes back shortly with two glasses of red wine, only a little in each.

“Thank you.” She says as he hands her a glass. He sits down next to her, and grabs two coasters for his coffee table before setting his glass down.

“I had a lot of fun with your friends tonight. They seem like really nice people.” He sits with one leg underneath himself, and an arm slung over the back of the sofa.

“They are! I couldn’t ask for better friends, honestly.”

“Maybe you could meet mine sometime.” He blushes. “I don’t have as big of a circle as you do, but the friends I have are great.”

“I’d like that.” She smiles at before taking another small sip and setting her glass down. “I can’t believe I’ve been living next to you since June and it’s taken us this long to get to know each other.”

“Feels silly now, doesn’t it?” He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Yeah.” She inches closer to him, and looks up at him with wide eyes. “Would you kiss me again, I really liked it last time.”

He smiles at her and leans in, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes flutter closed as she tastes the sweet red wine pass from his lips to hers. He tugs her onto his lap to create a more comfortable position, causing his jacket to slip from her shoulders, but neither seem to care. She laces her fingers into his hair, and opens her mouth for him. He licks into her as his hands splay on her back, not wanting to be too grabby too soon. Their tongues swirl around each other, and she moans softly into him. He had the first few buttons of his shirt undone already, so it was easy enough to kiss from his jaw to his neck. He holds her close to him as she mouths at his sensitive skin. She moves to his collar bone, and bites down, sucking on him. He groans and squeezes at her back. She moves to look up at him, biting down on her bottom lip.

“Would you…like to see my bedroom?” He asks, clearly testing the waters.

“Yes.” She says, much to his surprise. She was full of surprises tonight. He pecks her lips, and lets her get off of him. He takes her hand and leads her to his bedroom. “It’s nice in here, Harry.” His bed was made, and his desk was tidy. A few clothes on the floor, but that’s much to be expected.

“Thanks, the, uh, comforter is new.”

“Looks comfy.”

“It is.” He cups her cheeks and kisses her. Her hands go to his love hands and she squeezes him.

They make their way over to the bed, and they lay down with him hovering over her. She wraps her legs around his waist while he kisses on her neck. His lips move down between the valley of her breasts, and nipping at the parts of her that were spilling out of the lace.

“This is such a sexy outfit.” He says, hot breath against her skin. She groans and pushes her hips up towards his to feel his growing bulge.

“What, um, what do you feel like doing, Harry?” She runs her hands through his hair.

“Honestly, I’d like to fuck you, but-“ She yanks his face up to hers so she can kiss him. He chuckles as he pulls away. “We can, uh, wait if you want.” He clears his throat.

“Do you want to wait? I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me.”

“Well, look at you! The girl who’s so bloody afraid of the dark and haunted house and all things spooky is up for a little shag?”

“I may be scared in the streets, but that’s not how I am in the sheets.” She grins at him and his eyes darken a little.

“Alright, then.”

He sits up and takes his shirt the rest of the way off. She gazes up at him and runs her hands up and down his stomach. He was toned, yet soft, the perfect mixture. She reaches to undo his belt, and unzip his pants. He gets them the rest of the way off, and then kneads her breasts through the bralette. She arches up into him, and moans when he sucks on her nipple through the fabric.

“Can I take this off?” He breathes.

“Please.”

She sits up a little to help him, and he tugs it off of her. His large hands cup her breasts, and he goes back to sucking on them, leaving little love bites behind. He works his mouth down her stomach, and his hands work to undo her pants. He looks up at her and she nods, lifting up her hips to help him get them off. He leaves her underwear on for now, kissing on her hips, and opening her legs up. He sucks a bruise on her inner thigh, and she gasps. He kisses her over panties before hooking his fingers into them, and dragging them down her legs. She blushes as she opens herself up for him. She had done a full body shave, and now she was regretting it because she must look like a child to him even though she was the same age as him.

“I…I’m sorry, that must look weird.” She chokes out.

“What?”

“M’like a little too smooth, don’t you think?”

Harry runs his fingers over her folds and up her pelvis.

“Listen, whether you look like this, have a full bush, or something in between, I wouldn’t really care. It’s all about comfort, right? Does being shaved like this make you more comfortable?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Okay, so, no problem, Babe.” He smiles. “It’s actually kinda cute.”

“Harry.” She whines and runs her hands down her face. “Will you get on with it?”

He nods and lays between her legs. He uses his thumbs to spread her apart, and starts by licking at her clit. She gasps as he flicks the tip across the bud, and then laps around her folds. He licks over her center, and presses circles with his thumb into her clit. He dips his tongue inside her, only for a moment, before looking up at her. He runs a fingers around her wetness before pushing it inside, and putting his mouth back on her clit. She watches him with her mouth hanging open.

“God, that feels so fucking good.” She praises him, and he moans against her in response.

He gets a second finger inside her and makes the ‘come here’ motion over and over, petting over her front wall and pushing against her g-spot. His tongue continues to work her clit, and she starts to feel her orgasm approaching.

“Oh, oh my god, oh my god, Harry, fuck, I’m gonna come, ugh, don’t stop, I’m…I’m, fuck!” She all but screams as she releases around his fingers.

He fucks her through it, removing his mouth, but still pumping her slowly with his fingers. She was unraveling for him, and he loved the sight. He retracts his fingers and cups her cheek with his other hand.

“Liked that, huh?” He smirks.

“Felt amazing.” She smiles up at him dreamily. “Do you want me to, um-“

“As much as I’d love to get those pretty lips wrapped around me, I really just wanna fuck you, is that okay?”

“Works for me.” She chuckles, and watches him reach into his side table for a condom, which makes her smile grow more.

He slips his boxers off, and her jaw drops as he rolls the condom on. She was definitely thankful he fingered her first. He gets back between her legs, and runs his tip between her folds. Her hips buck up towards him, just wanting him to put it in already.

“Want me to fuck you?” He says.

“Yeah.”

“How bad?” He says as he just presses his tip against her and then pulls it away.

“R-really bad, Harry.” She nearly begs. “Please, fuck me.”

He presses his bulbous head into her, and she moans out from the stretch. He feeds her, inch by inch, and bottoms out. Her nails dig into his forearms.

“M’gonna move.” He says and she nods.

He rocks his hips in and out of her at first, letting her adjust, and then he grabs one of her ankles to throw over his shoulder, and he drives it in deep. Her mouth falls open, but no noise comes out. No one had ever filled her up like this before. He grips the head board with one hand and continues fucking into her. She moans out, maybe a little too loudly, but it wasn’t like his neighbor was home. No wonder she could hear whoever he brought home sometimes, he really knew what he was doing. With a stroke of boldness, she slides her hand up to his neck, and grips him lightly. He looks down at her, a little shocked.

“Is this okay?” She pants.

“Yeah, do it harder.”

She groans and does as he says. He grunts and moans as he starts to hit her g-spot again. It was quite the hot sight, seeing her small hand around his thick throat. Her other hand moves to rub her clit, and he almost loses it watching her.

“Y/N, I…fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can go, I’m s-sorry.” He bites his bottom lip to try to focus on something else.

“I’m almost there, almost there! Just keep going, please!”

Her back arches as he gives her a sharp thrust and she comes around his cock. He spills into the condom not too long after and collapses on top of her. She hugs him to her chest, and runs her fingers through his now damp curls. He lifts his head to kiss her, licking into her mouth. She welcomes it, molding her tongue to his. If he wasn’t so sensitive he’d probably grow hard again. She winces as he pulls out, and he quickly goes into his bathroom to get a warm rag to clean her up.

“You don’t have to do that, I can just use the bathroom.” She says as her legs lay limp. He chuckles as he runs the rag over her.

“I know you can, but I thought I’d help out a bit.” He knees back on the bed to lay next to her. “Will you stay the night?”

“You really want me to?”

“Yeah.” He runs his fingers up and down her torso, raising goosebumps over her body. “I don’t know about you, but in about ten minutes I for sure could go again.” Her head turns to him and she scoffs. “Or…not, we could also just cuddle if you like.”

“Mm, I like the sound of that.” She rolls over onto his chest, and he kisses the top of her head.

“Did I go a little too hard?”

“Maybe, but I like it like that so it’s fine.”

“You’re full of surprises, I like you a lot.” He blurts out, and she looks up at him.

“You do?”

“Mhm.” He smiles.

“Good, because I like you too. I’m glad you’re not a proper dick and didn’t kick me out.”

“Couldn’t do that to you, Babe. In fact, tomorrow morning, I’m gonna make you a big breakfast.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, and then we’ll get cozy and eat it in bed. Have a nice lazy day…you know, if you want….”

She giggles and moves to straddle him. He grips her hips and looks up at her confused.

“You’ve sold me, I can go again.”

#harry styles #boo!#harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harryween #halloween #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #haunted houserry #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #pining

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shymeg · 3 years

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Thanks, @diosa-loba, for this gif.

Sorry anon, I accidentally deleted your ask. It was, if I remember correctly, "Can you please write Jabitha with the words Caramel Apple and Pumpkin spice latte."

Autumn menu!

Jughead comes into work like he hasn't brushed his hair. His outfit is all wrinkled. He sits at his stool and smiles at Tabitha as she gets him a Coffee.

"Jughead, why are you staring at me like that?

"Well, Tabs, I was thinking it's Late Sept. Let's add some specialty items to Pop's Menu."

She saw his face. His eyes were as big as cat eyes when they saw the lights on a Christmas tree. He also had this mischievous grin.

She leaned down, "Pop's never had one before, and you never seemed to mind."

He wanted to kiss her soft lips. She was wearing lip gloss, almost invisible, but a few sparkles would gleam in the sunlight when she talked. God, that mouth! Jones concentrate, he thought to himself.

"True, Tabs, True, but with that new bakery and Coffee stand, I figured we gotta best the competition."

She nodded and said, "Nobody is here. Let's go take this to a booth."

Jughead figured Tabitha's feet must be killing her. So, he found no objection. They sat across from each other—he with his laptop her with a pen and paper.

"Okay, J, spill it."

His voice got all excited like he hit a high note. Tabitha covered her chuckle. "What about a Carmel apple milkshake or apple cider with caramel? Apple caramel bites, those fantastic Disney poison Apples?? Caramel Apple coffee cake?

"J, do not say a Caramel apple coffee!"

His face scrunched up in utter disgust, "maybe a tea, but no, Caramel coffee is sweet enough."

Tabitha nodded, smiled, "so, the only new thing on the menu is caramel apples?"

He shook his head, "No, I was thinking squash, zucchini, but that's food, not beverages."

Tabitha liked that idea. She also thought the Caramel apple bites, caramel apple cider, and even having Caramel apples here wouldn't be a bad idea, a chance to explore new things.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, pumpkin, but before you say it no on the Pumpkin spice latte."

"Oh!"

Jughead noticed the look of surprise on her face. "Unless you want to."

"No, no," she shakes her black hair back and forth, tears running down from her eyes, she's laughing, "Just I thought the new menu to beat the coffee shop would have that, but thank goodness you are like no, I didn't want to break your heart!" The tears were falling as she kept laughing.

"Glad I can amuse you," he huffed, "but, no. I was thinking of a pumpkin caramel milkshake, maybe even try fried pumpkins fries, have pumpkin seeds add some caramel or hazelnut to them, pumpkin bars. "

She liked it. She added, "what about zucchini and even pumpkin muffins, pumpkin and apple pancakes??"

He smiled at her and grabbed her hand, "Now you are getting it, Tabs! An Autumn specialty menu, maybe even have a smoky, crisp coffee-inspired by Autumn smells.

"Alright, Jughead Jones, let's do this. Let's make our Autumn menu."

The rest of the night, they were laughing, tasting, and making progress for the new Autumn specialty items For Pop's chockalit Shoppe!

If you listened, you might hear Jughead ask Tabitha if they can melt the apple Jolly Rancher and put it on the Caramel apples. He also suggested the Cherry one, but that goes on the Green apples, the element of surprise!

Happy Autumn baking from Jabitha

#jabitha drabble #jabitha fanfiction #jabitha prompt #thanks anon #i hope you like it #autumn prompt #riverdale fanfiction #jughead jones fanfiction #jughead jones #tabitha tate #not beta'd all mistakes on me

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statelies · 3 years

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( * 💀 / jessie mei li, questioning, she/they ) — is that emmeline vance i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are industrious & compassionate as well as blunt & graceless. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re muggleborn, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: falling asleep studying over open books, split open pomegranates, working under flickering candlelight, casual intimacy between friends, a kitchen full of laughter.

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Izzie Stevens (Grey’s Anatomy), Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy) (+ Sara Ramirez, the they/she icon we all deserve), Kara Danvers (Supergirl), Charles Boyle (Brooklyn 99), Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone), Janet (Not a Girl) (The Good Place), Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds).

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Implied Racism.

LINKS: Pinterest. Playlist (Coming Soon).

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

I N T R O

full name ➵ Emmeline Huan Vance

nicknames ➵ Emmy; Emma; Line; Em; Melly; Melsy; Vance; Hurricane

pronouns ➵ she/they/her/them

birthdate / age ➵ October 24th, 1959, 09:47 am / 20 years old

birthplace ➵ Brighton, East Sussex

childhood home ➵ Unknown home in Brighton, East Sussex — 162 Orchard Croft, Harlow, Essex

current residence ➵ Hogwarts, Scotland

religion ➵ agnostic; paternal grandparents were Methodist ( Protestant ) while maternal grandparents were also Christian

occupation ➵ full - time student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

P H Y S I C A L

height ➵ 5 feet, 2 inches / 157.5 cm

weight ➵ 48 kg / 106lb

body type ➵ hourglass shaped figure

hair ➵ dark brown, bordering on black; soft and wavy

eye color ➵ dark brown

dominant hand ➵ right

FC ➵ Jessie Mei Li

voice ➵ Jessie Mei Li

special characteristics ➵

small waist

has a birthmark on her right ankle that looks like an apple

pierced septum

smells of ➵

lavender hand lotion

pomegranate

cardamom, jasmine and orange blossom perfume

E M O T I O N A L

zodiac ➵ scorpio sun (x); sagittarius rising; cancer moon

MBTI ➵ ISFJ (“The Defender”)

positive traits ➵ industrious; compassionate; generous; warmhearted; benevolent; selfless; observant; honest; personable; kind.

negative traits ➵ blunt; graceless; meticulous; well-meaning; impatient; internalizes feelings; oversensitive; tactless; overbearing; clumsy.

likes ➵ Pumpkin pasties; duelling club; laughter; the rush of incoming patients; cooking for friends; Ballycastle Bats; Diagon Alley; being barefoot at the beach; roadtrips; apple juice; hugs from friends; nicknames; vanilla candles; the heat of a boiling cauldron; Sugar Quills; warm sweaters; pizza; pomegranate seeds; cheek kisses; taking photographs; finishing essays early; coffee with milk and two sugars; Queen; Aston Villa; cats

dislikes ➵ spam (the food); apparition; the Daily Prophet; starless nights; Kenmare Kestrels; karaoke; losing bets; skinned knees; snakes; pigeons; the colour fuschia (it’s too bright); ticking clocks; banana flavouring; funerals; Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans; Celestina Warbeck; mayonnaise; blue M&Ms; her lao ye; the word mudblood; leprechauns; fans of Kenmare Kestrels; losing football matches; witch Halloween costumes; rugby

amortentia ➵

birthday cake

fresh mint

old books

orange blossom

M A G I C

blood status ➵ muggleborn

wand ➵ Aspen, dragon heartstring core, 8 inches, hard

wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

patronus ➵ Hippo

E D U C A T I O N

Hogwarts class ➵ Hufflepuff, 1981

extracurriculars ➵

Hufflepuff Prefect / September 1979 - June 1981

Herbology Club & Greenhouse Keepers / September 1977 - June 1981

Toothill Duelling Club / September 1979 - June 1981

Wenlock Study Club / September 1979 - June 1981

courses & exams ➵

Ancient Runes - O

Astronomy - E

Charms - O

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - O

Muggle Studies - O

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

Care of Magical Creatures - E

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

health ➵

walnut allergy

hayfever

pets ➵

Jíngyi; the long-eared owl

Shu; the white cat

handwriting ➵ Abuget

F A M I L Y

Deirdre (née Wilkinson) Vance ➵ paternal grandmother; retired nurse; deceased May. 1980

Edward Vance ➵ grandfather; retired soldier and miner; deceased Jan. 1980

Xiulan Wong ( Wong Xiulan ) ➵ maternal grandmother (lao lao); homeschooled; housewife; alive

Da Wong ( Wong Da ) ➵ maternal grandfather (lao ye); homeschooled; shop-owner; alive

Dr. Cillian Vance ➵ father; worked for/with the Red Cross UK (and the Hong Kong Red Cross); alive

Mei (née Wong) Vance ➵ mother; teaching assistant; alive

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌

emmeline had always known they were different. at first, it was because of her skin, the way she looked and spoke and could never find anyone to play with on the playground, her chinese middle name and her lao lao being the one to pick her up from school every morning. she would cry to her mother at night, cling to her arms like they were the port keeping her safe from the storm, and listen to her father sing, voice warm and tender as she drifted to sleep, but she never got the answers for why she was treated differently — never got answers for why she was the only non-white child in her school, never got answers for why they hated her so much, hated her existence. but she weathered through primary school, finding her footing in secondary school with her only friend, aisha, who never cared that she was different, that sometimes she could do things that nobody else seemed able to do, that she’d been encouraged to always tell the truth, nothing but the truth, that sometimes she’d say things that hurt, things that stung even though she never meant for them to.

for a while, the feeling of being wholly different faded, or at least, emmeline didn’t notice it quite so prominently anymore, and then suddenly it appeared again — but this time it had been because she didn’t know if she always felt like a girl. not a girl in the traditional sense, anyway, not some days. she liked dresses and fancy heeled shoes and tiaras, but found herself equally at home in plaid shirts and her father’s way-too-big suit jacket and kicking around a football, and for a half-asian barely a teenage… person (she’s still working on it), suspended constantly between two identities, it confused them (even though they’re perfectly aware now that those things are superficial, but the feeling still remains). the only person they ever talked to about it back then was aisha — their lifeline, their best friend, the one their parents reluctantly approved of because they had been so lonely for so long. while aisha was crushing on boys, sweaty and loud and just this side of too teasing, and starting to wear makeup and changing herself, emmeline was trying to find where she fit in, trying to understand who she was, who she is, why they feel so different.

in the midst of all that, emmeline’s letter to hogwarts came. just another difference for emmeline to feel, the knowledge that they have magic was unexpected and tore her family in two. the family she loved - her mother, her father, her lao lao and lao ye, and granny and pops - all had differing opinions on whether or not to accept it, whether or not to send them to school and deal with the fact, up front, that emmeline was, and always would be, special. in the end, emmeline’s pops snuck her out, following instructions from a professor mcgonagall, to find diagon alley, the place where emmeline suddenly felt she fit in. she could feel the magic in the air, could feel it almost crackling in the space around her, almost inviting her in. of course, it took some time — a little too much time, really — to buy everything she needed, and when she cried into her ice cream on the way home, overwhelmed and tired and feeling so many things, he was the one who held her all the way home.

he and their granny were the only ones there to send them off the hogwarts that first year, their parents reluctant to accept anything so unnatural about their child, but emmeline hardly cared at the time (even though it hit them later that night and they sobbed into their pillow), too excited to remember to even wave, too excited to remember to cry because she was leaving behind the only friend she’d ever truly known, and when they saw hogwarts, that castle appearing, they just knew. they were home. she knows, after years and years of being torn between two identities on so many different fronts, that people aren’y happy she’s here, happy she has magic, happy she calls this place her home away from home, that she laughs loud at the hufflepuff table and wears yellow and black face paint for quidditch matches and tried out for the muggle football team, but there’s nothing they can say to change who she is, her pride in the blood flowing through her veins, in the magic at her fingertips. emmeline’s always known they’re different, but having magic, being home at hogwarts, is the first time she’s ever felt proud to be so.

#revelio.intro #emmeline;#god this is actually a mess but i am way too tired to deal with it #SDFKJDSF #so! here's. something ig. i'll decide if i hate this after i pass out and wake up tomorrow lmfao #implied racism cw #racism cw #i guess????#it's mentioned so briefly.#but #better safe than sorry

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gamequeenanya · 3 years

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Prinxiety - Purple is More Regal

Rating: T

Summary: When Roman tries to give up his crown, Virgil has to convince him that he's enough. (Human AU)

Warning: Inspired by ANGST fics! Roman angst w/ a happy ending. / trans!Virgil / self harm implications / depressed Roman / implied U!Remus / somewhat intimate prinxiety? but it's playful

Two men were sitting on a bed in Roman's room. It was grand, with fancy red curtains adorning it. The pillows were feather soft, with a hand stitched R pattern. Silence permeated through the air.

"Purple is a royal colour, you know."

Roman's voice had startled Virgil, and he looked up. The man smiled sadly.

"Huh?" Virgil said. Roman seemed broken, his eyes trying desperately to show some happiness. He inched towards Virgil on the bed. When he was close enough, he took off his crown and dropped it in front of him.

Virgil looked up in shock.

"This is for you," Roman shook his head. "I don't deserve it anymore."

"What do you mean?"

Roman turned around, fighting back tears. Virgil came closer, tentatively offering his hand if Roman wanted it. The man held it.

Virgil could tell he was stressed. He massaged Roman's newly bandaged wrist lightly, and brought it up to his lips. The gentle affection made Roman smile.

His wrist had been bandaged just hours before. He'd told Virgil he'd accidentally cut himself on glass. But Virgil knew the truth. The man had run for the bathroom and had a breakdown. He'd heard his heart wrenching sobs. The only thing stopping him from offering comfort was the fact that it would hurt Roman's pride more. So he'd waited until the man recovered.

Now seeing how broken the man was, Virgil wondered if he'd made the right choice.

Virgil moved to hug Roman, his thin, small frame supporting Roman's larger, muscular one. The man hummed gratefully, wrapping his arms around Virgil too. It was wonderful, until Virgil felt a pinching pain in his chest. He winced.

"What is it?" Roman said. Virgil groaned.

"Ugh, I wore my binder too long."

"Alright, I won't look!" Roman said, turning away so as to give him privacy. Virgil took his shirt off and then his binder, tossing it to the side. He slipped his shirt back on.

"'Kay, you can look now."

Turning around, Roman saw Virgil smile up at him. His heart beat faster in his chest and filled him with bliss. Roman wrapped his arms around him and stroked his back. Virgil purred like a cat. He smoothed his fingers through his hair.

Lifting the back of his shirt up, Virgil traced his lower back. Roman stiffened for a second. He stopped.

"A little higher," Roman muttered. He didn't like how that spot still gave him pain flare ups. Virgil did so, moving up, past the "I love you, Virgil" tattoo with the heart and bat wings above it and a rose bush of thorns below it. He traced his mid back now, tickling the red dragon tattoo he'd gotten there. Roman giggled.

Virgil could feel his heart melt. How could anyone abuse this man? He felt rage build up inside him as well, thinking of how Remus had treated him; cutting his skin and calling him worthless.

He continued tracing his upper back, hoping to distract Roman from his sadness. There was a fire and sword tattoo, and next to it a smiling Sheltie, one of Roman's favourite dogs.

The man hummed in satisfaction.

That was good. Virgil thought. He'd waited for this moment for so long. Remus had convinced Roman that he was unlovable, and it took a lot of therapy to undo the damage. Virgil had confessed to him that he liked him as soon as Roman was in a proper mental state to give an honest answer. He'd cried tears of joy and embraced him.

"I love you," Virgil muttered into his neck.

Roman couldn't help giggle and turtle. He lightly pushed him away. Smiling, he said, "I love you too!"

With his hands still lazily clawing at his back, Roman decided to return the favour. Lightly massaging Virgil's lower back, he hummed.

A tattoo was there that said "I love you Roman," with a similar design to his boyfriend's, except his heart and rosebush roses were purple. Scritching up to his middle back he jokingly petted Virgil's cat tattoo. Unlike Roman's tattoos, these didn't cover abuse scars. But they were gotten out of solidarity. He moved ever upward, stroking the bat, pumpkin, ghost, and even the scary spider tattoo.

Virgil leaned in to kiss him. Roman accepted, stroking his hair and kissing back.

Opening his eyes slightly, Virgil spotted the crown still on the bed. It was looking a little lonely, he thought. So, picking the crown up, Virgil placed it onto Roman's head. They parted their kiss, and Roman reached up to feel the crown, confused.

"You really think I am worthy...?"

Virgil nodded.

"But I'm so stupid..." he muttered. Virgil clenched his fists in rage.

"Screw the school system! And screw Remus!" Virgil said, growling. At seeing Roman’s startled expression, he looked guilty. He spoke softer. "You're so intelligent, Ro. Do you think I could ever write a screenplay? I'd have a panic attack just trying to get the formatting right! And your acting? Some people sound like cardboard cutouts, but you make it real." He looked at him with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"That's the trick," Roman muttered. "You have to become the character, and genuinely feel what they're feeling."

Virgil's eyes brightened. "And that's what I mean! Don't ever let anyone tell you you're unworthy because their analysis of you is flawed!"

Roman looked back at him and nodded slowly. Virgil stroked his hair.

"I love you, and you are good enough, understand?"

Roman chuckled lightly. He felt the crown on his head, still unsure. But Virgil's words did make him feel better.

Virgil picked up a notebook from the desk.

"Here, you can write something if you want. If it's important, I can proofread it for you."

"Alright." Roman said, picking up the notebook and a pen. He thought a while, glancing to the side, and at Virgil.

It was tough knowing he'd be scrutinized. But also he knew Virgil would never criticize his vision, just circle errors he wouldn't have noticed himself. They'd agreed upon the sorts of things Roman wanted criticized when Virgil become his beta reader. As silly as some of the ideas were, Virgil trusted that Roman knew what he was doing. Sometimes one's vision doesn't become clear until the end of the story, after all.

He wrote until his idea faded, and he put his pen down.

"Want me to see?" Virgil said. Roman shook his head.

"It's not ready yet."

Virgil nodded, understanding. He simply let Roman sit there and decide what to do next.

Roman looked down at him curiously. "Would you like to switch clothing?"

"Huh?" Virgil looked confused. "Uhh, sure."

He didn't know what his idea was, but let Roman borrow his jacket. The other man turned around, dug through his drawer, and gave him a spare Prince outfit. Virgil smiled, putting it on. He had to admit, he felt good like this.

Roman, on the other hand, looked in a mirror and sighed.

"You know, you're right-" Virgil said, cutting in before he could say something self deprecating. "Purple is a royal colour. You look good in it."

Roman smiled. "And you look amazing as a prince."

"Hey," Virgil said playfully, standing next to him. "I never said I wouldn't wear a crown."

Taking the crown off his head, Roman placed it on Virgil's. Immediately, Virgil took it off and gave it back.

"No, not your crown. A crown. So we can be husbands."

"Alright, my prince," Roman chuckled.

((3 days later))

Virgil would have been pleased with a printed paper crown. But Roman had to go all out, commissioning an actual blacksmith. After it was made, he paid the man and accepted the crown. He'd placed the crown in a box, wrapped it with Disney’s Frozen wrapping paper, and tied it with a bow on top.

When Virgil had opened the box, he gasped.

"Roman, you shouldn't have!"

He placed it on his head, finding it the perfect size. Smiling at Roman in awe, he asked him how he could ever think he'd be worthy of such a gift.

"You're my prince, and you are worthy. You are kind, supportive, and you make me happy."

Virgil blushed for the first time in a long time. "Wha...? No, you!"

Roman laughed, enjoying the cute expression on his face. He pulled out an Uno Reverse card.

"This isn't fair, Roman. I'm supposed to be the one cheering you up!"

"Life isn't fair, dear." He leaned in to gently kiss his forehead.

"Whatever."

Roman gently tickled his sides, making him giggle.

Instead of pushing him away though, Virgil pulled his hands away, but leaned closer to his torso.

"How did I ever end up with someone like you?" Roman said with a smile.

"Hey," Virgil said with a leftover giggle. "I've got five more reverse cards, and I'm not afraid to use them!"

Roman accepted his fate, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

It was so funny, he was always striving so hard for perfection that he didn't stop to think that he might be enough for someone... until now.

#sanders sides #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #fanfiction #my fanfics #angst #hurt/comfort #u!remus

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xaphrin · 4 years

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Damian was fighting to keep his eyes on the road and his heart in his chest. Next to him sat Raven, looking so damn pretty it hurt to breathe, and he found himself wanting to stare at her the whole ride to the animal shelter. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and saw a lock of hair had fallen from her bun, brushing against the curve of her cheek. His fingers itched to brush it away, but… right. They weren’t those kinds of friends.

For the hundredth time that night, he silently promised himself he was doing to keep his heart intact. He might have been head-over-heels in love with her, but that didn’t mean she loved him back, and he wasn’t willing to risk his own feelings just yet. Damian cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white.

“So.” He needed to talk, if only to fill the silence that was growing between them. Otherwise the rest of this night was going to be painfully awkward.

Raven turned and looked at him, her lips pulling down into a frown. “What?”

“How’s your senior thesis coming along?” School seemed a safe topic, so he’d stick with that. “What was it on again? Emily Dickinson?”

Raven’s face fell and she turned to look at him, obviously insulted. “Do you think every female literature student does their senior thesis on Emily Dickinson?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a literature student.” Damian tried to sound nonchalant, as if he didn’t really care, but mentally he was kicking himself. Honestly, he couldn’t remember what she said she was working on, because every time she started talking about it, her eyes lit up and she got this excited almost dreamy expression on her face, and Damian got lost in her. She was easy to get lost in. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked over at her, forcing his expression to remain neutral. “You’re applying to grad school, right?”

“Yeah, actually.” She looked surprised that he remembered, and fidgeting with the strap on her purse, as if suddenly nervous. “I submitted my application last week. But, I have a few more weeks before I find out if I got into the program.”

“You know you’ll get in.” Damian stared up at a red light, refusing to look at her. If he did, he knew he’d forget everything he was supposed to say to her. How in the world could she break him like this? “I don’t know why you’re so worried. You’re the smartest, most inspired student in the whole program.”

“Was that… a compliment, Damian Wayne?” Her voice was teasing, almost playful, and it made his stomach twist. Raven shifted and stared out the windshield, a small smile playing on her lips. “We’ve been fighting each other for the better part of four years, and you actually complimented me. Well, shit. I guess I owe Conner ten bucks.”

At the sound of Conner’s name, Damian frowned. He remembered Conner’s soft touches and soft, lopsided smiles at Raven, and Damian shifted in his seat. Maybe there was more to their relationship. “Are you two… together?”

Raven snorted. “With Conner? No.” She glanced back at him, her dark eyes searching his face. “I mean sure, he’s fun and cute, and he almost out-bid you at the auction-”

Damian gave her a flat stare. Of course she was going to bring that up.

“-but no.” She paused, as if suddenly realizing that was a very personal question. Her eyebrows knitted together and she stared at him. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged, hoping he looked unaffected by her or her suspicion. “No reason. I just noticed you were a bit more chummy with him over the last few parties.” Jealousy, thick and viscous spilled into his chest, and Damian forced himself to breathe just to ignore it. “I thought maybe you two had hooked up or something.”

“Oh, god no.” Raven shook her head, color leaving her face as she forced out a bark of laughter. “Trust me. I made the mistake of dating a frat boy once. Never again will I wander down that road.”

Damian jerked and looked over at her, surprised. “What? Who did you date?”

“Gar. For all of six weeks during freshman year.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Do you not remember? You teased us relentlessly. I think half the reason we broke up was to get you to shut up and leave up alone.”

Memories flooded his thoughts, and Damian felt heat crawl up his neck. Ah, no. He remembered. It was definitely not one of his finer moments, but it had been before he understood what his feelings really were towards Raven. He remembered being angry and jealous, and he didn’t want to see them together, he just didn’t understand why. It wasn’t until months later that he realized he liked Raven. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yeah… I’m sorry about that.”

Raven seemed surprised by his apology, but she chose not to tease him about it. Instead, she shrugged and glanced away. “It’s fine. It never would have worked out between us anyway. That relationship was doomed from the start. Gar is still getting his life together, and I can’t wait for that. I don’t want to wait for that.” She paused as if realizing something, and looked back at Damian. “Why did you join the frat in the first place? I mean, you’re a legacy student, rich as all get out, and could have rented a swank apartment just off campus. You don’t need to join a fraternity.”

Damian shrugged. “Father belonged to the same one when he was in college, and he thought it would be good for business connections and my… social skills.” He rolled his eyes.

Raven laughed. “Social skills. Ah. So you’ve always had this stick up your ass? Good to know it’s not a recent development.”

Damian glanced over at her and tried to glare, but her smile melted whatever annoyance filled him. He blinked and looked away, turning down a side street towards the animal shelter. He swallowed and felt the confession bubble up before he could stop it. “I’m going to grad school too.”

Raven hummed, but the sound was playful. “Are you telling me I have at least three more years of you? Three more years of you harping on my reading choices?”

“At least.” He smirked. “I’ll make sure to bother you whenever I get the chance.”

“Are you going to stay in the frat house?”

“Probably not. I’m getting a little too old for that. The freshmen parties keep me up way too late.”

“Careful, Dami. Otherwise I’m going to start thinking you’re an old man.”

He gave her a flat stare, but tried not to crow at the playful nickname she offered. “What about you? Are you staying with Karen and Donna?”

“No.” Raven shook her head. “Karen is taking an internship in San Francisco, and Donna is going to Europe to work with her family’s company.” A pensive, sad expression filled her face. “If I get accepted, I’ll have to find somewhere to live before I start.”

The offer fell out of his mouth before he could stop it. “You could stay with me.”

Oh god. No. Panic filled his chest and tried to think of a way to make it a joke, but nothing came to mind. Instead he sat there and watched as several expressions of confusion colored Raven’s face.

Raven snorted. “As what? Your maid?”

“No.” Why did his mouth insist on talking? He couldn’t stop talking, and he needed to right now. “I mean… as roommates. I have the money and the space is easy to find. You need somewhere to stay. You’re clean and quiet, and you’d stay out of my business.” Damian finally breathed. Safe. “You’d be the perfect roommate. Like having a cat you never see.”

She rolled her eyes. “Gee, when you put it like that, how can I refuse? Be still my beating heart.”

He shrugged. “The offer stands. If you can’t find a place before fall, let me know.”

Raven laughed. “You know. I’ll do it. I’ll be your roommate just to annoy you.” She smirked and looked over at him, finally tucking that stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Put flavored creamer in my coffee every morning.”

“How many times do I have to say that you don’t sully good coffee with cheap creamer?” He seethed and pulled into the parking lot, shoving the car into park. “It’s a waste of good coffee.”

She laughed again and unbuckled her seatbelt. “I’ll make sure I have every single flavor in the fridge. Even down to the disgusting seasonal flavors. Pumpkin Spice. Egg Nog. Mint Chocolate.”

“That’s it.” Damian flung open his car door and stepped out, glaring at her over the roof of his car. “The offer has been officially revoked. You are no longer allowed to be my roommate.”

Raven laughed and followed him into the animal shelter, her steps uneven. Damian glanced down at her and realized her clothes didn’t fit quite right. Which meant she was probably wearing Donna’s shoes as well as Donna’s dress. His heart did something weird in his chest, and he realized that Raven had dressed up for him. Something like excitement and pride mixed together, and he found himself wanting to kiss her. Of course, he always wanted to kiss her, but right now… he was ready to throw caution to the wind and make out with her right on the animal shelter steps.

“Kittens.”

Her voice was soft and strained, as if she was trying to contain her excitement, and it pulled Damian deeper into his internal struggle to not fall in love with her any more. He glanced up to see Raven taking a shy step forward, looking through the window at the kitten and cat room. They lounged on trees and in beds, watching her with a curious expression. For a moment, he stood there and let this memory burn in his head. Raven’s eyes were wide and bright, and a soft smile played on her lips. She looked… cute. Too cute. His heart twisted even more in his chest and he guided her to the front door.

He smirked and held open the door for her. “You can pet them, you know.”

Raven glanced up at him, and Damian was pretty sure his insides were now permanently mush. She looked so eager, and he wanted to get her whatever she wanted just to keep that expression on her face.

“It’s gonna take me a bit to get the paperwork completed for the donation.” He was trying not to look completely and utterly enamored with her, but knew he was probably failing. “Go play with the cats.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, before her face fell back into a stern expression, poking him in the chest. “This stays between us.”

“That you turn into a small child at the sight of a kitten?” He forced a sarcastic smile. “You think I’m not going to take a picture of you and put it all over the internet.” He wasn’t, but she didn’t know that. “I can see the headline now: Resident Hardass, Raven Roth, Actually has a Soft Side.”

Before he could blink, Raven reached into his pants pocket and yanked out his cell phone, holding it up in front of his face. “I’ll keep this until we leave. Consider it collateral.” Sticking out her tongue at him, she shoved his phone into her bra and out of his reach, before turning around and heading to play with the cats.

“Your girlfriend is cute.”

Damian turned and looked at the office worker who had come out to meet him, and he didn’t bother correcting the assumption. Raven was cute, and he desperately wanted her as his girlfriend.

He finished up with the donation, writing out the check and posing for a few promotional photos with workers from the animal shelter. But his thoughts were thirty feet away, with Raven as she moved around the room, playing with cats. Damian stood there for a few minutes and watched her, all spread out on the floor, cats and kittens crawling over her and making her light up and smile so damned bright. Damian stared at her, his heart so heavy and so full that breathing hurt. He didn’t understand how he could protect his heart anymore.

He was irrevocably in love with her, and it was only going to hurt him to keep denying it.

Raven looked up and saw him standing there. She picked up a kitten that had been crawling up her back, and set it on the floor before stepping out of the room to meet him. She was covered in cat fur, and that somehow only made her cuter. He was so damn gone for her.

“You’re a mess.” He said, shaking his head with a laugh. “And you desperately need a lint roller.”

Damian went and borrowed one from the front desk clerk, taking time to roll off the back of her dress and her skirt. The whole act felt strangely intimate, but Raven didn’t seem to mind. Instead she was laughing, twisting away when he found a ticklish spot near her side. Forgetting who he was, Damian wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back to him, running the lint roller over her stomach and letting himself bathe in her joy. She felt like liquid sunshine in his arms, happy and honest, and so unlike the usual studious hardass she was. His world was shifting even more, and Raven was standing in the center like a beacon.

“Careful, Dami.” Her voice was soft and breathy from laughter, and she smelled of lavender and vanilla. God. He could feel her heat spilling through his clothes and warming him in the best way possible. She turned in his arms and plucked the lint roller from his hand, tilting her face up to meet his own. Her lips shifted to the side, and she poked a finger in his chest. “People might get the wrong idea about us.”

His mind was filled with one thought: Let them.

#damirae #demonbirds #college au #LOOK CATS!#I know this is saccharine and too sweet #BUT LET ME HAVE THIS #please #also I'm so sorry #dialogue is not my strong point #so I hope this isn't too bad #thank you for letting me just make terrible decisions

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laequiem · 3 years

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No tricks, only treats [ONESHOT]

/ Cardan and Jude join the rest of the family to enjoy Halloween in the Mortal World.

Part of Tales from the Mortal Realm, a collection of random moments in the lives of the Queen and King of Elfhame.

"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"

I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.

"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."

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"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"

I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.

"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."

I saw him prowl towards me through the glass. He slid his arms around my waist, staring at me through my reflection.

Today is October 31st and Oak insisted we join him in celebrating Halloween. Of course, this means we all need costumes. I decided to go as the one character I knew more than anyone else.

Cardan.

I looked through his wardrobe for my outfit. It was quite hard to find a top that was loose enough to account for my breasts, as most of his clothes were tailored to fit him perfectly. I also found a dark blue coat, its collar covered in iridescent feathers. I gave up trying to find pants in his collection, as my hips would never fit, and just wore a pair of black leggings with black combat boots.

"What do you mean, dear Jude?"

"The only thing you love more than booze is yourself."

He raised his brows, making a show of looking offended.

"Your capacity to lie to yourself will always impress me,” he said then plucked a kiss to my temple, “I love you more than I love wine."

I don’t think I will ever get over him being caring . It felt as if he was a completely different person from the boy who would disturb lessons just to get attention.

Cardan turned me to face him, then inspected my face. “Something is missing.” He took my hand and directed me to his personal vanity. He opened the drawer and pulled out some cosmetics. He lined my eyes with kohl and coated my lashes with dark mascara. I suppressed my laugh when I saw he was so concentrated that he had stuck out his tongue. Then, he took out some glittery gold powder and applied it on my cheekbones.

He took a step back to look at his handiwork and smiled.

“And the final touch,” he said as he plucked his crown off his head and put it on my head at an angle, “Voilà!”

I looked at myself in the mirror. I did not bother with any kind of wig. I put my hair up in elaborate braids, letting a few short curls hang in a few places. Yet, even without his signature dark hair, I still looked like him. I made faces at myself in the mirror, trying to get his grin right.

Finally, I got up. “Your turn now, dearest Cardan.”

When Heather learned that Cardan would be coming too, she started suggesting outfits for him. She even went as far as drawing some of them. Something about his otherworldly looks inspired her. Maybe it's the tail, since a lot of her designs included it: a devil, sexy cat man and my personal favorite, a cute puppy.

In the end, I chose my own, petty idea. I walked in the closet and pulled out the outfit I had the servants clean for the occasion.

“A King needs his Queen,” I grinned as I revealed the Queen of Mirth dress and crown.

Cardan threw his head back laughing. “You sure know how to hold a grudge.”

Thankfully, my husband was a team player, and he went with it. Even in this, he looked strikingly handsome. Or pretty, I guess. Unfair.

We landed in Maine in the early afternoon. It was strange to be awake so early, but Cardan did not seem bothered at all. We met up with Vivi, Heather, Oak, Taryn and Garrett at the entrance to FallFest, some kind of harvest festival that was held every October in the local park. It had everything from harvest contests to food stands, a section with typical carnival games, a small hay maze and even a haunted house.

I was not surprised to see my eldest sister dressed up, she went crazy for Halloween every year. Vivienne would dress up for a week straight before Halloween, even when she still lived in Elfhame. She was wearing a tight black bodysuit with a tail and claws as well as a black leather mask with cat ears. Heather dressed up as some kind of … plant lady? She had a short bodysuit made of green ivy leaves, green stockings and a long red wig. Oak was with them, wearing a reddish pink shirt with a big yellow star on it. I can only assume they went for pop-culture references I am unfamiliar with.

The real surprise was seeing my twin Taryn and her quiet lover also dressed up.

"What are you dressed as?", Cardan inquired, cocking his head to the side, "You ought to have dressed as Jude, you have already proved to be so good at it."

I snapped my head at him and slammed my foot as hard as I could on his. He was joking, of course. But the peace between me and Taryn was still fairly new. We mostly kept to ourselves and rarely talked. Garrett was back with the Court of Shadow and we were friendly, but he kept his professional and personal lives completely separated.

Cardan was hopping on one foot, scowling at me like he did not understand why I was upset. Taryn understood, though. She was sheepishly looking at the ground.

"I… I'm sorry for tricking you, Cardan."

I tried finding something to say to end the awkwardness. I wanted Cardan to apologize for what he said, but I knew he would not. Fae don't apologize.

Thankfully, Vivi broke the silence. "C'mon guys, we're here to HAVE FUN!" she complained, "What ARE you two dressed as?"

"Phantom of the Opera." Garrett replied.

"Nerds."

"Says the one dressed up as Catwoman." Garrett mocked.

The bickering continued, though less mean-spirited than Cardan’s original comment, as we walked down the main path. Our first stop was the pumpkin carving station. Each couple got their own pumpkin to carve, though Vivi and Heather’s pumpkin was mostly Oak’s handiwork and the couple making sure he did not stab himself. Taryn and Garrett made some intricate flower design on theirs, Garrett being the one doing the carving of course. As for us, well… Cardan had creative ideas, but no skills with a blade, and my skills were more of the stabbing variety. We settled on giving our pumpkin a traditional jack-o-lantern face.

After the effort of carving pumpkins, we were starving. Oak was complaining, dragging his feet on the ground so much that Vivi and Heathers were holding both of his hands to pull him along. Behind them, I saw Taryn with her arm looped around The Ghost's.

I was suddenly very aware that Cardan and I were the only ones not holding hands.

Nobody knows us here. We needn't keep the appearance of the power couple, together to rule and nothing else.

I took my hand out of the pockets of my borrowed coat and tentatively brushed my fingers against Cardan's hand. I saw him whip his head towards me, and I blushed when I witnessed the surprise in his face. Soon enough, he smiled. One of those smiles he kept for me and only me, blissful and happy. The smile he gives me when we have the time to spend hours cuddled together in bed, enjoying each other's presence.

Cardan took my hand and squeezed. I squeezed back.

We spent the rest of the afternoon eating good food, trying to guess the weight of giant pumpkins and visiting a haunted house. Cardan was fascinated by the weird human traditions and absolutely ecstatic about the food. Pumpkin-spiced flavored food will become the new trend in Elfhame, judging by his reaction.

When the sun started to go down, Taryn and Garrett left for Madoc’s, who decided to try giving out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Heather and Vivienne had initially volunteered to take Oak trick-or-treating himself, but when one of their friends invited them to a party, we offered to take him instead. Oak was excited to spend more time with me and “Uncle Cardan”.

I had not gone trick-or-treating in...10 years? Maybe 12? Since my parents died. Cardan, obviously, had never gone. So, dressed up as each other, with Oak dressed as some cartoon character, we roamed the residential streets of the city to beg for sweets.

“If it is called ‘trick-or-treat’, does that mean I can make bargains if someone refuses to give me candy?” Cardan asked as we watched Oak go up to a house.

I gave him my best ‘I’ll-strangle-you-if-you-do’ stare. “No. No turning people into cats, no curse making them hear imaginary insects buzzing around their ears.”

“Why is it called trick-or-treat, then?”

Vivienne told me they had to explain this to Oak, too, a few weeks ago. Someone at school had mentioned being excited to go trick-or-treating and my brother had been very confused.

“I don’t know.”

Cardan hmmed and smirked, “Perhaps the Folk were involved when the holiday was first established.”

I crossed my arms.

“If that’s the case, not all traditions need to be brought back.”

He laughed at that, then reached around me and pulled me closer to him.

“You win. I won’t trick anyone,” he crooned in my ear, “but I want a kiss for being well behaved.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically. “So needy.”

Once again, I had to remind myself that nobody knows us here. Nobody recognized our costumes today: in the mortal world, dressed as each other, we were only The Guy In An Ugly Dress and Fashionable Emo Boy. Nobody knew we are King and Queen of Elfhame, therefore there are no expectations to be the hedonistic king and his murderous wife.

I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him down. I felt him smile as I captured his lips with mine.

“Ew, gross!” Oak’s voice came from the other end of the driveway, “Stop that, come here.”

Reluctantly, we pulled away from each other and looked towards the house. Oak was in front of the opened door, talking with a couple.

“Honey, look,” the tallest woman exclaimed as we walked down the driveway, “She’s dressed as High King Cardan!”

“Oh my god,” the other one replied, sounding so very human, “that sounds kind of profane. Do you think he would have her hung for this?”

As I looked at the two women, I realized that Oak had stumbled upon the house of a Fae couple. They saw through his glamour, and he saw through theirs.

“This is my sister Jude,” Oak started, “and this is my Uncle Cardan.”

Both females had gone completely still and were staring at Cardan with wide eyes. Simultaneously, they bowed deeply.

“Forgive us, Your Majesty. We weren’t expecting you.”

“We so rarely see our kind around here,” the shorter one said nervously, “we… wanted to meet who little Oak was with.”

“We have tea, if you would like.”

I dared a glance at Cardan and noticed he seemed amused. Was he delighted to make them uncomfortable?

“That won’t be necessary,” he said as he took my hand, “My wife has us on a tight schedule, we have other houses to visit. Have a nice evening.”

I caught the emphasis on wife and realized they only recognized him as royalty. ‘ Your Majesty ’, singular. I could tell from the two females’ expressions that they also understood their mistake. I felt bad for them knowing they had no ill intent, probably unaware of the situation in Faerie. Yet, I could not help the grin that crept on my face. I worked hard to become High Queen. I fought and killed my way through the ranks, almost dying. Multiple times. I made decisions that will haunt me until the day I die. I am High Queen, and the Folk must know.

“It was nice meeting you,” I say as I take Oak’s hand, “You are welcome to visit us at the palace if you wish.”

My memories from before Faerieland were to blurry, I did not remember getting so much candy. Did Taryn and I get that much? How could we possibly have eaten all of that? Cardan and I each had a smaller bag, only accompanying Oak to some of the doors, but Oak had multiple full bags. Once he went to sleep, Oriana was more than happy to give us some. She had learned how bad candy was for children’s teeth - even little Fae kids. She filled little bags for us to take back to Elfhame.

Like anyone eating candy for the first time, Cardan went a little crazy. He wanted to try everything. Faeries might be different in a lot of ways, but I now have proof that chocolate is addictive even to them.

The High King of Elfhame ate so much candy that he fell asleep on the couch, to the former General’s dismay.

#tfota #the folk of the air #cardan #cardan greenbriar #jurdan #judecardan #jude duarte #the cruel prince #the wicked king #queen of nothing #holly black #fanfic #fluff #laequiem

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seasonsofeverlark · 4 years

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you & I (just meant to be)

Author: @rosegardeninwinter

Prompt: This silly, silly ditty was inspired by two (count ‘em! two!) lovely prompts which are as follows “Peeta can’t stop staring at Katniss in her costume :0” and “Everlark meeting at a fancy dress party dressed as a ‘matching’ pair, although they don’t each other - maybe a famous couple but who don’t need the other … Joker and Harley Quinn, Batman and Robin or my favorite: Anna and Elsa from Frozen … Peeta would make a wonderful Anna” - I thought these two went well together, and took a couple of creative liberties to make them jive. Hope you lovelies like! [submitted by @deardiaryithinkiamaghost and @wendywobbles]

Rating: T, for implied Everlark shenanigans

Author’s Note: Thank you to my dear @archersandsunsets for her second pair of eyes on this one and to all the lovely moderators and coordinators of @seasonsofeverlark, the true MVPs. It’s been a busy month, so I apologize for any incoherence. Sometimes, the heart just wants goofy modern AU fluff. Alrighty, Chatty Cathy is done … enjoy!

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“Katniss, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Prim exclaims, though it sounds pretty pathetic with her congested, pinked nose. “You make the perfect ice queen!”

“I don’t think that’s usually a compliment,” Katniss says dourly, plopping down on the couch where her sister is situated with several fuzzy blankets, a box of tissues, and a large bowl of ice cream. She can’t taste it very well, but it’s the spirit of the thing that counts. Prim is in denial.

“I wish I could go,” she whines, holding the “o” in a long, dramatic note.

“I wish I could stay,” Katniss shoots back, holding the “ay” just as long.

“No you don’t,” Prim shoos. “You love our friends.”

“I do,” Katniss sighs, plucking at the silver sequined sleeves of her—well, Prim’s—Elsa costume. It’s too long on Katniss, with her sister’s good half inch on her, but it’s all they’ve got. Her original plan was to pull the classic black top and pants plus cat ears, but when it became apparent Prim wasn’t budging from the couch this Halloween, the real snowy blonde princess of the family had insisted Katniss take her outfit.

“You can’t show up to Finnick’s in a slapdash, last second costume, Katniss,” she’d said. “The man lives for Halloween. Don’t insult his extravagance with plastic headbands and tails.”

“I do love our friends, but … I don’t want to go out tonight. I’m tired.”

“Just half an hour,” Prim says. “Snag me some candy, make some pleasantries” — “okay, Jane Bennet” — “and then come home. At least one of us needs to show up. Just pretend to have a social life for thirty minutes, okay? For me.”

Katniss rolls her eyes as she gets up from the couch in a twinkling of blue overlay and snowflake hair pins in her braid. She does a quick once over of her shadowy makeup in the hallway mirror as she grabs her car keys. “What do you want?”

“Chocolate. Anything with chocolate and peanut butter. I’ll save it for when I can experience taste again,” Prim calls back. “Oh, and if Delly’s cousin is there, all of the cupcakes he brought.”

“Mmkay. All the chocolate and cupcakes, coming right up,” Katniss says with a resigned smile. On her way out, she clicks on her phone. It’s just now eight. She resolves to be firmly ensconced in bed by nine at the latest. She gives her sister a wave, keys jangling. “I’ll be back. Soon.”

At ten thirty, Prim looks up from her Harry Potter induced doze to find she’s received a text from her sister.

Staying a little later. Fifteen minutes maybe. Have the treats.

Prim checks the time stamp. The text was sent forty five minutes ago. This might be cause for alarm were it not for the text underneath Katniss’s, from Finnick. It’s a photo, taken in front of a makeshift photo op with purple and silver and orange streamers in the background and cutesy little bat and pumpkin and vampire fang cardboard props for people to hold up. It’s captioned “You can’t marry a man you just met!”

Prim brings her hand to her mouth to catch a laugh before it turns into a cough. Her sister, Elsa costume sparkling in the flash, is pretending to shake her finger disapprovingly at her “Anna” counterpart. The laugh breaks free this time. Prim grabs for her tepid tea to soothe her throat as she cracks up over the really incredible image of Peeta Mellark, Delly Cartwright’s stocky older cousin, in a red braided wig, and strikingly accurate green rosemaled gown, sitting quite comfortably, if amusingly, over his athletic build. He’s pretending to gripe back at Katniss about why exactly he can marry Hans of the Southern Isles. Their mock scowls barely contain smiles.

Prim quickly fires a text back to Finnick: How??? Did that happen???

Finnick’s text comes through a second later: The Lord works in mysterious ways! Idk!

Okay but like?? Yes??

I know!!!!

Some people are worth melting for????

Her cold never bothered him anyway? *finger guns*

Omg.

Katniss arrives back at the house at five to midnight, and Prim pretends to be asleep, watching with one eye cracked half open as her sister unstraps her silver heels and dumps them by the front door, drops her keys into the bowl. Sets down a full bag of what Prim can only guess are cupcakes and sweets.

She’s humming under her breath. It sounds like the chorus of “Love is an Open Door.” Prim wonders if it’s possible that her folk and indie music loving sister actually listened to a Disney album on the way home. Katniss unbraids her hair and shakes it loose, dropping the pins on the side table as she sinks into the squashy chair kitty-corner to Prim’s couch. She curls up, knees to chest, making her look like some sort of ice mermaid as she takes out her phone and taps something on it, still humming. Prim watches her chew her cheek pensively, as if deciding to send the text. She takes a deep breath and taps one final time on the screen, then drums her phone nervously against her lips for a moment. Prim’s nerves are firing with anticipation.

They wait a silent minute. Two. Three. Three and a half —

Katniss’s screen lights up again and she flips the phone up to stare at the reply. Her whole face softens. Eyes, brow, edges of her mouth. Katniss bites her lip and closes her eyes, letting her head fall back onto the chair cushion with a contented sigh. “‘You know what’s crazy?’” she sing-songs in a mumble under her breath. “‘We finish each other’s sandwiches … I’ve never met someone who thinks so much like …” She yawns. “Me.”

“You know,” Prim says, and Katniss shrieks, sending her phone flying to the carpet, “Peeta Mellark strikes me more as a Kristoff than a Hans.”

“Prim!” Katniss yelps, going red. “Wha — what? What do you mean?”

“So we’re done with stupid plastic cat ears for Halloween then I take it?”

[the very next Halloween]

“Whoa. Okay.” Peeta sits up from the pile of cushions at the head of their bed, eyes wide and staring in approval, pupils gone dark. “Katniss Everdeen in cat ears is not something I knew I needed until this moment.”

“Oh sure,” Katniss laughs. “Because it’s definitely the cat ears that are doing it for you. Not these.” She hoists one stockinged leg up onto the bed like a mountain climber posing for a magazine.

“Well, those are certainly part of the appeal,” he teases, reaching for her leg, running his hands up and down the silk tights. “As is this lovely number.” He toys with the hem of her dress, a strapless black velvet thing that falls just above her knee. “Where’s this from?”

“Jo,” Katniss sighs. “She says if I’m going to be a cat, I need to be a Gretchen Wieners level cat.”

“For whose benefit, I wonder?” Peeta muses, cheek nuzzling gently at her lower thigh.

“You wonder?” Katniss laughs, taking her leg away and flopping onto the bed. She glances over at him, eyes sly and somehow soft at once. “I don’t.”

“I can’t help thinking,” he muses. “that this is something of a counterproductive plan on Jo’s part. Because now, I have a sudden and distinct interest in staying in tonight.”

“Oh?” Katniss raises a come hither eyebrow and pushes up on her elbows to accept the kiss he plants on her lips as he crawls over her, urging her back to the headboard. “Is it the cat ears?” She reaches up to give the (already molting) plastic and faux fur ears a flick.

“The Kat ears,” he says. He nips softly at her real ear and she shivers. “The Kat nose.” He kisses that too. His nose nudges her head back, inclining her neck at the perfect angle for him to plant a stretch of kisses down it. “The Kat neck.” His mouth wanders down the front of her dress and he scoots down the bed with it. “The Kat’s cradle.”

“You have that,” she says, hiking her legs up to hug around his middle because her arms can’t reach to hold him. “You’ll always have that.”

“A piece of that Kit Kat bar.” He kisses her stomach. “The whole Kit and Caboodle,” he teases and she laughs loudly, but on a dime his tone is changing, from silly and playful into husky and dangerous, as he moves lower. “Kitten,” he murmurs and her fingers curl in the bedsheets at the name. “Grab my phone,” he tells her, hooking his fingers around the band of her tights, “Tell Finnick we’re going to be late.”

An hour or so later finds the cat ears lost somewhere among the remains of their costumes and a hasty snack of pepperoni rolls cooking in the convection oven. Peeta, festooned in boxers and an old apron, presides over the food like it needs a baker’s supervision. Katniss perches on the counter, wrapped chest to toes in the white sheet she pulled from their bed, feet batting absently at the cabinets.

“This is a good look too,” he tells her, gesturing with the salad tongs he’s using to handle the pepperoni rolls.

“What is? This sheet?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of sexy ghost.”

“Or sexy Roman senator,” she laughs, tossing one edge of the sheet over a bare shoulder. “Sexy Julius Caesar.”

“You’d make a good Julius Caesar,” he says.

“Why?”

“You’ve got that “came, saw, conquered” vibe. Least that’s how I felt that night at Finnick’s party.”

“Conquered?”

“I was gonna say seen, but — yes. Conquered too. I couldn’t stop looking at you.” He snaps his fingers. “Sexy ice queen? Definitely.”

“I’m not exactly sure what kind of Freudian analysis one could make on falling in love with the guy dressed as your fictional sister but — ”

Peeta shrugs as the timer beeps, and he sets to fishing the pepperoni rolls onto a plate for them to share. “I choose to think of it as a metaphor for how the two people you love most in the world are your real, actual sister …” He sets the rolls beside her on the counter and sets his hands gently on her sides. She lets the sheet fall and pool slightly around her waist to cup his face as he leans in to kiss her forehead, very gently, thumbs rubbing circles on her hips. “And some loser who has the luck of … oh, I guess having the same first initial and hair color as she does,” he jokes.

“And the same beautiful heart,” Katniss corrects in a whisper. “I mean that.” She’s rarely so sentimental to anyone except him. She smirks. “And I haven’t even started drinking yet.”

“Well, my pretty kitty,” he starts, wrapping both his arms around her middle and hoisting her off the counter. She rolls her eyes, even as her hands card through his hair. “The night is still young.”

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #autumn #autumn 2020 #rosegardeninwinter #submission #octoberlark 2020 #octoberlark

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quirkswriting · 4 years

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witching hour

Overview: Halloween has always been an extra magical time of year for you, and when you happen to run right into a very cute guy at the candy table at the party you're attending then you just know this is going to be one supernaturally good Halloween! And not even a talking cat can ruin it for you. Pairing: Iida Tenya x Fem!Reader (Aged up Supernatural AU!) Word Count: 4.4k Warning(s): A little bit of cursing? And the reader is FEM! So if you are uncomfortable with that please be aware! Author’s Notes: This is part of the Sweater Weather BNHA Sanctuary Fall Collab 2020! You can find the masterlist here, and please go check it out and give the other fics some love too! They’re all AMAZING!!! This one is unashamedly cheesy, corny, and definitely inspired by Sabrina the Teenage Witch (because that just screams Halloween to me, and I hope it does to you too!)

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“Hey, I’m home!” you called, walking in through the back door of the house with your shopping bags in hand. You nudged it closed with your elbow and put the bags down before pulling your shoes off. There was no answer, but you could spot a folded piece of paper on the table that would most likely tell you where your uncles could be found. You picked the bags back up and moved them over to the counter before walking back to the table to take a look at the note.

Your name was written across the front in Uncle Toshinori’s neat, blocky handwriting, and as you opened the letter it flew out of your hands and started hovering around your head. Both of your uncles owned fully functional mobile phones, you made sure of it, but sometimes they still preferred doing things the Witch Way.

“Hello, young (Y/N!)” the letter started speaking, your uncle’s voice coming out loud and strong as if he was standing next to you. “Taishiro and I have gone shopping for Halloween gifts for Nemuri’s party! We’ll be home in time for dinner, so save your appetite! See you soon!” As soon as it had finished, the letter exploded into tiny pieces of confetti; you were happy to see that they were tiny little orange pumpkins and black bats, perfect for the time of year. Brushing the confetti off of your sweater, you walked back over the counter where you’d deposited your bags and started pulling everything out so you could start to put it away.

Maybe it was corny, and maybe it was cheesy, but Halloween was hands down your favourite time of year. Everything about the month of October was great; the leaves started changing colours, the temperatures dropped for that perfect sweater weather (for a week or so, at least, before it got too cold), and the fact that this was the one month of the year that all of the weirdness that usually followed you around could be excused as part of the spooky season. Which, okay, not that it was ever really excused by your mortal friends, but still. Being a Witch was never easy, but least Halloween made it easier than normal.

For Witches like you and your uncles Toshinori and Taishiro, Halloween was more than just an excuse to decorate the whole house, dress up in costumes and consume an absurd amount of candy—which you definitely did, you wouldn’t deny that—it was the season when your magic was strongest, and it was a time when you would get together and see all of your friends and family who didn’t live in the Mortal Realm like you did. And this year would be extra fun because instead of going to the family party this year (being held by Uncle Tsunagu, which always promised you’d be bored to tears), you were going to a costume party being thrown by a friend of your uncles.

“Ooh, what did you bring me?” You were shaken out of your thoughts by a voice to your left, and you turned to see Shinsou, your uncles’ deep purple cat, had jumped up onto the counter and made himself at home on one of the empty plastic bags. Sneaking up on everyone else was one of his favourite things to do (aside from take naps, provide unwanted sarcastic commentary, and pretend he didn’t love playing with the cat toys around the house unless he thought he was alone). You rolled your eyes, reaching over to scratch him behind the ears.

“Nothing, you nosy cat,” you told him, and he swatted at you with one of his little white tipped paws. You withdrew your hand, going back to emptying the bags.

“Rude. You leave me all by lonesome, no one to give me food or throw my mice for me, and you don’t even bring something home for me?” he asked. You ignored that. You instead turned to the pile of things on the counter—most of it was Halloween candy you were planning on hiding in your room to snack on when you were studying, but you’d also gone out to get a costume for the party that you were going to. Shinsou walked closer, making his way around the boxes to come and see what you had.

Holding up the costume against your body, you showed it off for the feline. “So? What do you think? I thought it was really cute!” you told him. He looked you up and down, his small face scrunching up.

“You’re going as a Witch? Really? And I thought your uncles were unoriginal,” he said. You pouted, folding the costume and putting it back on the counter. It was a really cute little dress and hat combo that you’d picked up, and you thought it would go perfect with some tights and shoes you had in your closet somewhere.

“Oh yeah? And what are you planning to be for Halloween?” you asked, and Shinsou huffed. He brought one paw up to sweep through the air as he gestured across the kitchen.

“Well, the last time I was human for Halloween was when my cult—er, my organization was planning to make me Emperor of Earth, and I was a pirate,” he said. You could only imagine Shinsou in an absolutely ridiculous outfit, probably dressed just like Jack Sparrow, right before he was busted by the Witches Council for trying to take over the Mortal World. Sometimes you had to wonder how someone like him could do something like that, but he had this weird ability to talk people into almost anything. “Everyone loved it. But now I’m a cat, so I guess for Halloween I’ll just be a cat who pretends to listen to you whine about how you’re still single and eating candy corn by the bucket.”

“Well if you liked being a pirate so much, why don’t you do that again this year?” you said, huffing slightly. You pointed your finger at Shinsou, concentrating, and then in a poof of smoke and sparkles, he was sitting on the counter in a tiny pirate costume. He stood up and looked himself over, turning in circles. You couldn’t help but laugh as you grabbed your candy and your costume and took off out of the kitchen and started climbing the stairs. You could hear the jingle of Shinsou’s costume from behind you.

“Hey! Come and take this off of me!” you heard him yell, and you only laughed louder as you ran into your room and closed the door before he could get inside.

“Have fun, Shinsou!” you called, and you heard his little claws start scratching at your door. You could hear him grumbling something about no one appreciating his sarcasm and you walked away to go hide your candy from your uncles.

Yep, Halloween was always fun in your house.

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A week later, you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup before you were supposed to be leaving for the Halloween party. You were sitting at your desk in front of the mirror while Shinsou was on your bed, stretched out and toying with one of the tassels on the end of one of your pillows. You were still happy with your costume choice, no matter how many snarky remarks Shinsou made—there were a lot of them—and dressing up as a Witch was fun! Plus, the outfit itself was very cute, especially since you’d been able to find the tights and cute black shoes you’d been looking for.

You heard a knock on your half open door, and you looked up to see Uncle Taishiro poking his head through the doorway. His face was stretched wide with a grin, and you saw that he’d slicked back his normally unruly blond hair and left his face on display.

“You about ready, kiddo?” he asked, and you nodded. You finished up and quickly packed away your makeup before standing up and picking up your hat to place on your head. Uncle Taishiro stepped fully into your room, and you did a twirl to show off your costume. He gave you a thumbs up, laughing just a little. “Very nice! You make a very lovely Witch, (Y/N), if I do say so.”

“And you make a very handsome Gaston,” you told him, seeing his costume. He brought up an arm to flex, winking at you. You had to admit that his costume did look very good, and very authentic. He most likely magicked that up, but why not? You’d used a little bit of help yourself, just to make the details on your dress sparkle a little bit brighter in the light.

“If you’re both done goofing around, we have a party to get to,” Shinsou interrupted. He made his way across your bed wearing his little tuxedo and bowtie, before jumping off the bed and up into Uncle Taishiro’s arms. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag, pulling it over your shoulder and walking out of your room behind your giant of an uncle (you swore there had to be some kind of giant genes in your family, because both of your uncles were humongous—well, Uncle Toshinori used to be, before his… accident, but still). Uncle Toshinori was waiting in the hallway, and he was wearing a skeleton costume that you were pretty sure you had seen him practicing a spell for earlier in the week to make sure it was showing off his real bones. He really did go all out for Halloween and you admired that about him.

“Young (Y/N)! Very cute, you make a very good Witch,” he said, holding up his camera so that he could take a photo. You smiled and let him do it, and you took it from him to take some photos of him and Uncle Taishiro before the three of you left.

It wasn’t long before the three of you (plus Shinsou) were going through the hall closet to get to the entrance to the Other Realm, which was surprisingly empty tonight. Everyone else crossing over had most likely done it earlier in the day, which worked in your favour. Uncle Toshinori entered Nemuri's address into the system and then you all stepped through the door, popping out the other side and right into the party.

“Tai! Toshi!” came the loud voice of the host, Nemuri Kayama, who came over to give them big hugs. She was wearing some kind of leather looking bodysuit—maybe she was Black Widow? You had no idea. She did look good, though. She always did. And when she spotted you, she was quick to bring you in for a hug as well, crushing you up against her chest. It was only for a few seconds (but it felt like a lifetime before you could breathe again, black leather and a big chest were not a good combo for close quarters). Then she was letting you go and while you readjusted your hat, she started ruffling Shinsou’s fur.

“Aw, look at the fancy cat! Are you a butler, Shinsou?” she asked, and he swatted at her hands.

“Absolutely not, I am James Bond, thank you very much,” he told her, puffing himself up to show off his little tuxedo jacket and bowtie. You hid a laugh behind your hand. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to find the catnip bar and enjoy myself while talking to people who will appreciate me and what I have to say.” And with that he jumped out of Uncle Taishiro’s arms and threaded his way through the crowd. He’d find his way back eventually—that, or you’d end up finding him passed out somewhere or playing with Nemuri’s curtains. Both had happened at family gatherings before.

Uncle Toshinori handed Nemuri the Halloween presents—which was a tradition, exchanging Halloween presents was a big deal among people in the Other Realm—and then he and Uncle Taishiro were being pulled away by friends who had spotted them and wanted to see them. You recognized Keigo and Miruko, who came by the house pretty often, and there was also a man with very, very long blonde hair dressed up as a cowboy and a man with not quite as long dark hair who looked like he had also taken your idea and dressed up as a Witch. You smiled and waved, and Uncle Taishiro told you that you’d be leaving at midnight and one or two of your cousins were hanging around so you should look out for them if you needed anything. You nodded, but there was no way in hell you were going looking for your cousins. With your luck, it would end up being Izuku. Who was fine, really, you liked hanging out with him when you were kids and he was a nice enough guy (you talked at all mandatory family functions and usually stuck together along with cousin Mirio to protest being stuck at the kids table) but you wanted to have fun and he was… well, too quiet for having fun at a party like this. Sometimes you wondered if he really was from the Werewolf side of the family. But you decided to try and have fun on your own. Which… lasted all of about five minutes before you realized there were a lot of people here. Maybe you needed to take some time to make a plan before you approached anyone else to talk.

So here you were, standing by the snack table, trying to decide what you wanted to eat while you formulated your plan of attack. You’d vaguely recognized a few people on your way over there—a lot of your uncles’ friends were here, and they’d all brought people (Siblings? Children? You had no idea) who looked about your age. Or, well, you thought they looked about your age, but you could never really tell. Especially with vampires. You got yourself a cup of punch (which was a very cute little goblet! Witches really do take Halloween very seriously) and you were browsing the wide selection of food before you saw it. The biggest bowl of candy corn that you’d ever seen. And it was calling your name (which it may actually have been, for all you knew Nemuri might have bewitched the bowl to entice people to eat it. Not that Witches ever needed a reason to eat candy corn).

You walked towards it, reaching for the scoop to get yourself some of the nice little treat when your hand collided with something—or someone, actually, who was trying to grab it at the exact same time. You looked up, startled, to see a young man who looked about your age standing on the other side of the table. He was… well, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t absolutely handsome, and you couldn’t help but stare at his face. He had short, neatly styled dark blue hair, with some very uniquely shaped pointed eyebrows that were almost near his hairline. His eyes—which told you that this was a Vampire—were red and shining behind black framed square glasses. His face was square, with a very defined jawline, and you were now realizing that you were just standing here staring at a very pretty, very strange new person who was probably wondering why you were being so weird when all they wanted was candy corn.

Your eyes met his and you smiled at him, shrugging one of your shoulders as you moved your hand back and away from the bowl to let him go first. That caused your hand to brush against his once again, and then all of a sudden the bowl was in the air and there was candy corn everywhere. It took your brain a second to catch up, just as the bowl hit the floor, before you realized he had flipped the bowl over.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the look of absolute shock on his face. His cheeks very quickly turned bright red, and he bent down to pick up the bowl. You looked around, and thankfully the music seemed to be loud enough that no one had really noticed. You pointed your finger and then in a flash of sparks the bowl was full again and the floor corn was in the nearby garbage.

“Didn’t know you were that against candy corn. Did it hurt you when you were a kid?” you asked, the words coming out before you could stop them. You really had to stop hanging out with Shinsou so much, he was rubbing off on you. The stranger blinked, before setting the bowl back down on the table and clearing his throat.

“Um… I was just surprised, is all,” he said. His voice was deeper than you’d thought it would be and it suited him way more than whatever you had imagined in your head. “I didn’t think you would actually be a Witch, though. Your costume is a little on the nose.” Oh, so he wanted to play that kind of game, huh? You reached forward and grabbed a handful of the candy corn as you looked him up and down. He was wearing some kind of… knight costume? Which looked pretty authentic, you had to say. It was white and polished, with gold detailing that looked like leaves all across his chest, and a deep blue cape slung across his shoulders and falling down behind him.

“Mine is on the nose? Are you supposed to be some kind of… prince? I hope that armour isn’t made of silver or you might piss some Werewolves off tonight,” you said, and you were surprised to hear him snort at that. You popped some pieces of candy into your mouth, smiling again, and you saw his cheeks flush once more.

“I’m a knight, I’ll have you know,” he told you. You shrugged. He looked good either way, honestly. “This was my brother’s. Not silver, thankfully. But at least a little more creative than some other costumes.” You frowned, your eyebrows pulling together. So he was being serious when he implied you weren’t creative?

Your train of thought was interrupted, though, when a loud voice yelled “TENYA!” and you looked around, startled. Not too far away was another young looking man with the same colour hair as the man in front of you was waving over at you. He was dressed up as Batman—a very, very good looking Batman with his mask sitting in his lap so you could see his face and how much it resembled the pretty boy in front of you—and he was gesturing towards you. But your name wasn’t Tenya, so it must have been towards the person in front of you. Who was probably named Tenya. You looked between them, and the Vampire in front of you sighed and excused himself. You watched him make his way over to Batman, who nudged him lightly on the arm before they started talking.

You couldn’t help but watch the two of them go back and forth, trying to imagine what they were saying. Batman was making a lot of hand gestures, some in your direction, while Tenya kept very rigidly waving his arm up and down with his hand open and palm flat out. Maybe Batman saw what happened with the candy corn? Or Tenya was supposed to bring him candy corn? You kept eating it yourself.

After a moment or two had passed, you realized that okay, it was probably time to go and find someone else to talk to. Which was sad, because as odd as this Tenya was, he was still very cute and you did like going back and forth with him. But you should probably try and have some fun before you had to leave. Looking around the crowd, you spotted a group of younger people not too far away, and they looked friendly enough—there was another young woman who was dressed up as what looked like a pink fuzzy sheep? Beside another woman dressed as Bo Peep, and a guy dressed up as what looked like Gomez Addams—so you figured it was worth a try. You grabbed a handful of candy for the trip, and you turned to leave. But you didn’t make it two steps before all of a sudden Tenya was back in front of you.

“Um, wait!” he said, holding his hands up in front of him. You nearly jumped. You always forgot how fast Vampires could be; you didn’t know very many back in the Mortal Realm. Batman was coming up behind him, stopping his wheelchair just behind him.

“Is everything okay? Did you forget something?” you asked. Tenya paused, just for a moment, one of his hands coming up to rub at the back of his neck. It looked kind of cute, really, a little flustered and out of place. Vampires were usually old school and old money (from what you knew) so this was unexpected. But not a bad thing. You leaned against the table, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him.

“Are you four hundred or are you four? You can do this! Come on!” Batman probably meant to whisper that, but he was loud enough for you to hear. Tenya groaned.

“Look, I… yes, I forgot something,” he said. He pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose, and for the first time tonight you saw his lips curve up into a smile. You mirrored it, unable to help yourself. “I forgot to tell you that while your costume choice is on the nose, it’s also practical and… it suits you very well.”

Well. That was unexpected, but you weren’t going to complain. You uncrossed your arms and brushed your hands along your dress, smoothing out the fabric. “Yours does too, Prince Charming.” You knew he’d said he was a knight, but you couldn’t resist. Batman laughed from behind Tenya, who turned to shush him.

“She’s great! Don’t let this go to waste, Tenya,” he said, slapping Tenya on the back. The armour made a loud clang, and Tenya swatted at Batman’s head. The older (you thought? Maybe? God, Vampire aging sucked because no one could ever tell how old anyone really was) blue haired man waved at you, before taking off across the room. The armoured male turned back to you, shrugging.

“Please excuse my brother. He’s… probably drunk,” he said. You laughed loudly, waving your hand in front of you.

“It’s okay! He’s pretty funny,” you said. That got a smile out Tenya, and you were happy that he’d come back over. You grabbed another handful of candy and offered him some. He took a few pieces, and the two of you eased into conversation. You found out his name was in fact Tenya, he was definitely an old money Vampire, and he was planning on studying History (since he had already lived through a lot of it, why not get a good grade out of it? But seeing how animated he got discussing his passion for all things old and dead in History books, you thought it was kind of cute).

Before you knew it, hours had flown by. It felt like minutes, really, and you were definitely happy you hadn’t ditched the candy table to try your luck with the other people at the party. You were just getting to learn about Tenya’s brother’s wild antics as a soldier wearing the armour you’d admired earlier when you heard your uncle Toshinori call, “Young (Y/N)! We need to get heading back! Time to go!” You looked over your shoulder to see your uncles waving to you. Uncle Toshinori was holding Shinsou in his arms, and his jacket was unbuttoned and it looked like the cat had a very good time because he was currently passed out. And most likely purring. You nodded, sending them a thumbs up.

“It’s been nice talking with you,” you said as you turned back to face Tenya. His smile had turned into a frown, and he nodded. “Those are my uncles, I gotta get going. Have to head back before the door to the Mortal Realm closes for the night. But this has been really fun, Prince Charming.”

“Yes, of course, please get home safely,” he told you, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit disappointed that he hadn’t asked for your number. But at least it would be a cute story to tell your friends, and maybe you’d see him next Halloween? Hopefully? You hiked your bag further up your shoulder and started walking towards your waiting uncles. But after a few steps you stopped. Did you really want Shinsou to make fun of you for hanging out by the candy and pining after a Vampire when you could have done something about it? Absolutely not. Tenya was cute, you both liked candy corn, and how cute would this story be to tell when people asked you how you started dating?

Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, but you were gonna go for it.

You turned on your heel and walked back over to Tenya. You dug one hand into your bag, digging through it until your hand closed around what felt like a pen, and thankfully was a pen when you pulled it out to take a look. You took Iida by the wrist, pulling his hand close to you, and clicked the pen so you could scribble your name and number across his palm.

“This is my number. Let me know the next time you’re free, and maybe sometime before next Halloween we can go get some candy corn together and not have it end up on the floor,” you said, drawing a little heart underneath your number. You looked up at him and smiled, and you were happy to see his mouth hanging slightly open as he looked down at his hand. You squeezed his wrist once before you let it go. Uncle Taishiro called your name again, and you waved at the boy in front of you before turning around and following your uncles out of the party. You kept that big smile on your face the entire time, and pretended you didn’t notice the looks your uncles were giving each other behind you.

Yeah, Halloween was definitely your favourite time of year.

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“in the arms of a father” [skz: hyunjin ft a wayv member ]

genre: FLUFF

ficstyle: timeline + bulletpoints

requests: “hello! so i especially liked your “in the arms of a father” fics out of all your writings and i was thinking if you could maybe do one for Hyunjin! take your time and dont feel rushed 🥺💖” + “ Can you do a “in the arms of a father” for hyunjin please I really liked your first ones 😁 “

note: I’m not completely back from my hiatus but I hope I will be writing again soon

[NEWBORN]

Hyunjin has been on edge since he heard that you were pregnant

what if something happens to the baby?

am I qualified enough to be a dad?

what if the baby does like me?

do you think the baby is a cat person or a dog person?

he’s literally asking so many silly questions you don’t know the answers to

all you can say to put him at ease is, “everything will fall into place, just go with the flow”

every time you have a contraction, he’s ready with your go bag and the keys to the car

“what are you doing, it’s just a contraction”

“I just wanna be ready”

but the moment your water breaks, he’s like “SHOULD I CLEAN THE FLOORS BEFORE WE LEAVE?” “DO YOU WANNA SIT IN THE FRONT OR THE BACK SEAT?” “SHOULD I HOLD YOUR HANDS OR PUT BOTH HANDS ON THE STEERING WHEEL?”

literally a chaotic mess

while in labor, he’s having more of a hard time breathing than you are

he’s quietly crying as your cutting the circulation from his arm

you let him hold the baby first because this guy is still pumping with adrenaline and he needs to calm down

he’s literally hogging the baby for a whole hour before you’re able to hold your own child

this is going to be daddy’s little girl for sure

(you two named her Madeline)

[1ST BIRTHDAY]

Hyunjin literally invited everyone he knows for Madeline’s first birthday

it’s almost as grand and extravagant as your wedding

the whole time you’re literally thinking that he’s going to spoil this little girl rotten

this guy literally bought this little one 2 whole luxury hand-crafted cakes and went as low budget as possible for your wedding

when the guest comes in, he’s telling all the little boys that they’ll never be good enough for his daughter

“babe stop picking fights with the toddlers..”

“BUT WHAT IF THEY TRY TO COURT MADELINE”

he barely lets other people hold her

you didn’t tell him but you saw that she has liking to Chan because if you did, he would ban him from seeing her

even though Chan is her godfather

[KINDERGARTEN]

Hyunjin was so worried that Madeline would get hit on or picked on at school

he was insisting the teacher to let him chaperone

but Madeline told him that she was a big girl now

“how are you going to say no to that, honey?” you nudged at him

he was left speechless

“bye baby, I’ll see you after school, okay?” you kissed your daughter on the cheek

Madeline ran up to Hyunjin

“papa, are you going to say bye to me?”

Hyunjin bent down to give her a hug, one that was a little too tight

“papa! I can’t breathe! I’m not going away forever!”

he kisses her on her little button nose, “I’m gonna miss you, princess..”

“bye now, papa! bye mama!” she waves happily before turning to play with the other kids

Hyunjin was quiet on the ride home, “you know.. she’s going to leave one day..”

you held his hand that wasn’t on the wheel, “you’re thinking too far ahead, just take a step back, okay?”

he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses it, “what would I do without you..”

30 minutes passed and he was already getting antsy; he was so close to picking her up early from school

[MIDDLE SCHOOL]

Madeline was starting to get a little distant as she made more friends and joined the basketball team

she was charismatic and charming just like Hyunjin

which worried Hyunjin

he always told her to be careful of boys

but there’s nothing she can do about it, a lot of her classmates are into her

she assured your husband that she’s way too focused on school and sports to be worried about boys

she begged you to convince him

“some things will never change,” you chuckled

he was so scared that she was going to become a moody teenager so he bought her a dog to enforce more family time

it worked

[HIGH SCHOOL]

Madeline was becoming more and more beautiful, and more and more popular

just like her father in high school

“I hear they call you, Princess Madeline..” you brought up

Madeline’s eyes widened as she knew what was to come, “MOM SERIOUSLY?”

Hyunjin dropped everything and clung onto her for dear life

“I WILL NOT ALLOW ANYBODY TO CALL MY SWEET LITTLE PUMPKIN, PRINCESS.. ONLY I CALL HER THAT!!”

you laughed as the two quarreled like squirrels

“DAD I’M NOT A BABY ANYMORE”

“YOU’RE MY BABY”

this was probably they only type of “arguments” they would have because your husband was too soft for her and your daughter had one for him too

thank the Lord, Madeline didn’t go through a rebellious phase or else you would be the villain of the house

you loved your family but you weren’t the spoiling type

you’re so happy that they get along so well; they’re two peas in a pod

you couldn’t help but think about what will happen when she goes off to college?

[LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL]

“MOM! DAD! I GOT INTO THE COLLEGE THAT I WANT!” Madeline was ecstatic and your husband put on a feigned smile to show his support

“which college?” he asked as he ruffled her hair

“the college where you met mom!” she beams

you didn’t even know what school she sent applications to, so hearing that she got into the school that you met your husband warmed your heart

“you got so many scholarships from so many other amazing schools..” you hugged your daughter

“yeah but.. I want to walk along streets on campus where dad walked you home and go to the library where you had study date... I want to find my prince at the same school you went to..”

Hyunjin was going to tear up

he always thought that she never had a serious relationship because she didn’t want to worry him and focused on school

he didn’t know that all of her efforts were to go to the same school as him

“I have high expectations,” he joked

Madeline smiled as she snuggled closer to him, “I know”

[COLLEGE GRADUATION]

you and Hyunjin just about cried when your daughter walked to get her diploma; her shoulders were adorned with cords

her smile radiated on the projectors

Hyunjin proudly said, “that’s MY daughter,” when other parents murmured about how beautiful she is and how proud her parents are

when the ceremony was over, Madeline spot you two from a mile away and sprinted in her heels

she jumped into Hyunjin’s arms and he spun her around

“we are SO proud of you, baby,” you finally had a turn to hug her

“those college days are over and done with!” she really looked happy

from the corner of your eyes, you saw a boy shuffling his feet; waiting

“mom.. dad... I have someone I want you to meet..” she walked up to the boy and dragged him in front of you and Hyunjin

“I know I didn’t tell you about him but this is Hendery.. my boyfriend.. we’ve been together since my sophomore year...”

Hyunjin put on his tough face, which was kind of comical because you knew that wasn’t him

the boy straightened his posture and gave the two of you firm handshakes, “nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Hwang.. I’ve heard many wonderful things about you from Madeline..”

“well aren’t you a handsome young man, come here,” you gave him a hug to relax his nerves because he was probably nervous

“I hope you’re taking good care of my daughter,” was all Hyunjin said

Madeline rolled her eyes, “dad.. seriously..”

“I’m doing everything in my powers to make her the happiest girl in the world, sir,” Hendery said with a bright smile

“what a prince,” you nudged at your daughter as she blushed

Hyunjin squinted sternly at Hendery but Hendery’s smile did not falter

“okay..” was all he could muster, because he couldn’t admit that Hendery reminded him of his younger self

[WEDDING]

it was your daughter’s wedding, she was getting married to Hendery, 5 years after she graduated from college

you were so happy for her

so was Hyunjin

over the years, Hyunjin slowly got closer and closer to Hendery

Hendery completely won over Hyunjin’s heart

but he wasn’t ready to let his baby go

Hyunjin took one look at his baby girl and knew that she was ready to start her own life, her own family

which is why her wedding was going to be even more extravagant than all her birthdays and your wedding combined

it was inspired by “The Little Mermaid”

he was so excited to have some father-daughter time while planning for the wedding

when he finally saw her in her wedding dress, the wedding started a little late because he could not stop crying

he took his time walking her down the aisle because he wanted to cherish every second

you bet that the father-daughter dance took 30 whole minutes because he was emotional

he was so proud to have a daughter like her

(he can’t wait to have a grandkid to dote on)

End.

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