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#they got like one (1) week of happiness before the horrors of act 3 hit. starting with Mayhew getting unwillingly astral tadpole'd

rhondafromhr · 4 months

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Nerds corruption au chapter 4!!

Took me awhile before I was happy with this one but it’s finally done!

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“We’re Gonna Become the Bullies” - Chapter 4: I’m The One To Wrong What’s Right

Grace starts her day the same way she always does: waking up to the shrill buzzing sound of her alarm far too early in the morning. She hates to admit it (sloth is a sin, after all), but every once in a while it would be nice to hit snooze a couple times. There’s no time for that, though. She has to do her sweep of the school bathrooms to check for graffiti. She has to make sure the side exit to the gym is safely locked so nobody can sneak out to “smoke up” during class. As hall monitor, it’s her sworn duty to keep Hatchetfield High safe from all the troublemakers trying to normalize sin and drag everyone down to hell with them. She figures it’s the least she can do to atone for the perverse thoughts she was having about Max Jägerman up until the Waylon place incident. Among other, more recent developments.

Then there’s the whole thing where she’s kind of friends with Maxwell now, along with everyone else who was involved in that prank. She brought that hatchet and the other supplies that night expecting a very different outcome (the specifics of which are between her and God now, since it never came to be. Only He can judge her), but this is intriguing, too. Being the “school snitch” only gives her so much power. Sure, she can issue a detention slip or run and tell a teacher, but she knows in the end all it does is get people to be sneakier about whatever they were doing wrong next time. Being in Max’s inner circle opens up a world of possibilities. People are scared of him and there’s not a lot they won’t do to avoid his wrath. It’s been a week and by now, everyone knows Max will absolutely fly off the handle at anyone who dares mess with the rest of the group. They’re also starting to realize that said group can be pretty intimidating in their own right and becoming more scared of them. Grace would be lying if she said the thought didn’t excite her.

She thinks back to that first Monday after the Waylon place, when Max first heard about Brad calling Peter that crass nickname. The righteous anger he exuded briefly brought that tickle back again. The next day at lunch, Max proudly recounted to the rest of the group the awesome punch Pete landed and how Brad ran away like a little bitch after and how Steph gave Brad the hardest slap with one hand while holding Pete’s in the other and wasn’t that the sweetest, most romantic thing ever. By the time he got to their stint in the principal’s office, she stopped listening, just imagining Peter and the crushing impact of his fist on Brad’s face. She thought about the slap over and over again, too: Steph raising her hand, staring down at Brad with rage burning in her eyes and bringing it down hard, leaving a red mark on his cheek. Her face, she realized with horror, was red, too, but for an entirely different reason. Oh, heck. Oh, no. Not again. But this was even more shameful than even the worst thoughts she ever had about Max. This was about two people at once, one of whom was another girl.

She tries to push away those thoughts for now and joins her parents at the breakfast table, where her usual cup of hot water is waiting for her. If they had any idea what’s really been going on with her, they’d probably send her away to live at Camp Idontwannabang with the Jerries permanently and the first time in her life, that doesn’t sound too appealing. So she’ll just have to continue acting like nothing’s wrong - essentially lying to them. Another sin to pile on top of all her others. As they say in that video game Richie likes: “gotta catch ‘em all.” Her whole life, all she’s ever wanted is to be a good, chaste, godly girl. It’s what her parents and her church friends have all come to expect from her. Not to mention God Himself. There must be something deeply wrong with her if she tries so, so hard to live up to this standard and still falls short. The feeling of being a failure is so crushing she can almost physically feel it bearing down on her.

“Gracie?” Her mother says gently, “Gracie, are you alright?” Grace realizes tears are stinging at her eyes. She strains to hold them back.

“Oh, yes, Mommy, I’m okay! It’s just allergies. I, um, stopped taking Benadryl. Even if it’s over-the-counter antihistamines, drugs are drugs! Might as well be smoking the devil’s lettuce. Oh, I should get going or I won’t be early for school!” She leaves hastily, not stopping for her usual kiss not the cheek.

“Wait!” her Mother calls after her “it’s raining cats and dogs today, you’ll catch a cold, let us drive you!” All she gets in response is the sound of the door closing.

As Grace rides her beloved pink Schwinn bike to school, she can’t hold back the tears any longer. It’s early enough that not too many people are out and about, so hopefully nobody sees. She supposes she could always use that Benadryl excuse again, it’s believable enough for her. When she pulls up in front of the school, she notices two familiar figures standing in front of the main entryway. Shoot, it’s Max and Richie! She hastily wipes her eyes and stops to park and lock up her bike before approaching them. She composes herself and goes into hall monitor mode, even if her heart isn’t in it. They’d better not be hanging out here waiting to buy reefer off of the smoke club.

“Hi, Max! Hi, Richie! What are you two doing here so early?” She says, trying to keep her tone as chipper as possible.

“Oh, we have an appointment we couldn’t possibly miss,” Max tells her. Great, so they are here to buy drugs! She can’t even save her own friends from the dark, dangerous path that starts with weed and eventually leads to them smoking much worse substances under a bridge somewhere. Maybe even in Clivesdale!

“Uh, yeah,” Richie says nervously. He rubs his fingertips together. “Chad Thompson called me a cringe-ass weeb back in seventh grade, so I guess we’re going to catch him on his way in and issue an ‘outdoor swirly’, whatever that is.”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it, Richie, it’s the best! Really subverts expectations. No one would ever think they’re about to get a swirly outside.”

“Yeah, I see your vision, but I feel like I’m really not grasping the logistics. Like, there are no toilets out here, how is it even possible?”

Grace is vaguely familiar with the term (“weeb”, that is. She’s just as confused as Richie about the outdoor swirly thing). She’s pretty sure it refers to people who are into those Japanese cartoons that Richie likes so much. She’s actually heard him refer to himself that way a few times and sometimes Ruth calls him that, too. It never feels mean when she does it - it’s obvious she loves that Richie’s a “cringe-ass weeb” and she wouldn’t have him any other way. They might be two of the most lewd, crass people she’s ever met, but she has to admit their friendship is something special.

“I don’t get it,” she says “you call yourself a ‘cringe weeb’ all the time.”

“Well, he said it like it’s a bad thing! It’s not just the words we say, but the way we say them that can have a long-lasting impact. I learned that at the anti-bullying assembly!” Oh, Max and his anti-bullying quotes. Grace would never tell him this, but she thinks flipping them to be pro-bullying is quite creative of him. Entertaining, too. Sometimes, she just has to giggle at the absurdity of it. Her mood finally starts to lift. She’s glad she ran into her friends. Her friends. She can call them that now.

“Well,” she says “I’d better go do my morning perimeter sweep. See you later, boys!”

“Later, Grace!”

“Bye, Grace, see you at lunch!” Poor Richie still looks a little terrified.

The downpour lets up and becomes a light drizzle as she starts towards the gym, fully intending to go take care of that pesky side entrance so the smoke club can’t ruin class today. Then, on an impulse, she makes a u-turn. What can she say? She’s a little curious about the logistics of Max’s new trick, too. She watches as they accost Chad. Oh, an outdoor swirly just means shoving his face into the huge rain puddle that’s formed on the ground. Max does it first. He moves slowly and intentionally, giving Richie instructions to accompany the demonstration. Appropriating the very forces of nature to enforce his rule over Hatchetfield High. It’s actually kind of poetic. She wonders what his backup plan was if it didn’t rain.

Max hands Chad off to Richie. Chad struggles, but can’t seem to get free. Richie must be stronger than he looks. His hesitation disappears and he moves with more confidence, seeming to delight in the torment just a little. He pushes Chad’s face down into the puddle, holds it there for a second, then yanks him out so they’re face to face, leaning over him menacingly.

“Who’s the cringe-ass weeb now, bitch? Trick question, it’s still me! But I bet you’ll think twice before talking shit about it next time,” he says as he shoves Chad to the ground.

“You guys are un-fuckin’-hinged! I don’t care what anyone says, I’m reporting this. You basically just tried to drown me!”

Maybe Grace can be of some assistance. “I’m the hall monitor and that’s not what I saw,” she says.

“Oh, hi Grace! I thought you left to go do your rounds,” says Max, as upbeat as ever.

“What did you see, Grace?” There’s a mischievous glint in Richie’s eyes.

“Well, Richie, I saw him shove you into that puddle. Completely unprovoked, no less. You were just standing here minding your own business. He held you down for a solid thirty seconds. I was scared he was going to drown you! I was about to go get a teacher, but then you finally broke free.”

“Fuck off, chastity belt! Who would believe that? He’s not even wet.” If Ruth were here, she’d have something to say about that phrasing.

“Well, for one, the principal would, because I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I’m the hall monitor and I’ve never given him a reason not to trust me. Who’s he going to believe between the two of us?” As childish as she knows it is, she can’t help but stick her tongue out at him. “How could you attack poor Richie like that? What’s he ever done to you?”

“Yeah! Oh my god, Richie, are you okay? That must have been traumatic for you,” Max says dramatically. It seems like he’s having fun with this.

“I’ll- I’ll live,” replies Richie, trying to sound meek and pathetic. It’s not too much of a reach for him.

“Your life is so hard and yet you’re so brave,” Max says with feigned solemnity. Richie pauses for a second, as if he’s debating what he should do next, then theatrically throws his arms around Max and buries his face in his chest. He adds a couple fake sobs for good measure.

“It’s okay, bro. It’s okay. We’ve got you.” Max smirks as he pats his back. Richie stays in position, but raises one of his arms in order to flip Chad off.

“God, fine, whatever!” Chad storms off.

“Grace,” Max says excitedly “that was awesome! You know, I always forget you’re the hall monitor.”

“Yeah,” Richie adds “We’ve really been sleeping on the potential for abuse of power!”

There’s a thought. She’s had real power this whole time, she wasn’t leveraging it to its full potential. It’s a shame - if she’d realized this sooner, she would’ve been much more effective at keeping the hallways free of debauchery. She’ll just have to make up for lost time.

“Just doing my job,” she says, now sporting her own mischievous grin.

And if she actually had fun hamming it up with Max and Richie and she’s a little proud that she was able to help them pull off their stunt, then that’s her business.

Before Grace knows it, it’s the end of the school day and she doesn’t feel like going home and being interrogated about this morning just yet. She sends her parents a quick text claiming that there’s an “emergency abstinence club meeting” and begins to wander the hallways aimlessly until she reaches the auditorium. She knows they’re currently doing rehearsals for The Barbecue Monologues. Ruth is always complaining about the actors flubbing their lines and messing up her lighting cues. Up until now, she hasn’t had much of an interest in the show. Apparently, it contains some foul language and references to sex (in a high school production! What is this world coming to?), but she has to pick her battles and her effort to get homecoming canceled has been time-consuming enough. Curiosity gets the better of her and she slips into the auditorium. She’s not sure what she expects to see, but it certainly isn’t Ruth standing center stage absolutely belting her heart out. Her voice is angelic and she puts so much passion and raw emotion into her performance. Beholding it is an almost religious experience. Grace would know.

The number draws to a close and Grace can’t help but applaud.

“Oh, no, my anxiety! Who’s there?” Ruth cries.

“Ruth, that was beautiful! If you’re that good, why aren’t you in the show? You should be the lead!”

“What, no! I’m way too nervous to do that! Plus it’s too late, rehearsals have already started and Trevor’s the lead.”

“Well, what if he wasn’t?” Grace says with a conspiratorial grin.

“But he is,” Ruth replies, not quite sure what she’s getting at.

“Have a little faith, Ruth! Things can change.”

Oh, no, she’s snapping again.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #npmd corruption au #grace chasity #max jagerman #peter spankoffski #stephanie lauter #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming #hatchetfield #lautski #cw drug mention

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inkribbon796 · 2 years

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Egotober 2022 Day: 23 Stalking Treatment

Summary: Nothing says “good patrol” day like being followed.

Prompt: Creepy

Characters: Jackie, Silver

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Jackie knew something was wrong. Henrik was still gone and Anti had been unnaturally quiet for a long time.

In the years and years that Jackie had fought against Anti, he knew that the demon liked to toy with whoever he was hunting. And usually he got too impatient for long, drawn out hunts. And Anti was suddenly creeping around his territory, stalking Jackie in particular.

Anti was up to something, and it was getting bad.

Jackie was on a patrol with Silver, they were walking around Althone and he could feel someone watching him.

“Any changes?” Silver asked quietly as they got to a Korean food truck they both liked to hit during patrols.

“Not yet,” Jackie said as he grabbed his own little meal tray and they took their food up to a random rooftop so they wouldn’t be interrupted or scare people.

“He’s been stalling around my house,” Jackie admitted around a mouthful of rice.

“He found another place you live at?” Silver paused eating to stare at Jackie in horror.

“Yeah and he hasn’t done anything yet,” Jackie said. “He hasn’t bothered my girlfriend, hasn’t bothered our cat, hasn’t even marked the house yet and that’s always the first thing he does.”

“Should we get the brainiacs and do something?” Silver asked.

“Not yet, Henrik is sending texts but they’re weird,” Jackie said. “The first few were fine, but now I don’t know what’s wrong with them but I don’t think Hein is sending them.”

“Do we know where he is?” Silver asked.

“No.” Jackie stabbed at his rice with a fork. “But Anti might, and that’s why he’s acting weird.”

“How do you know that?” Silver stared at him.

“Cause Henrik and Anti have kinda been conjoined at the hip for a long time. And we know they’re probably dating, but if it keeps Anti from killing people every week then who cares?”

“How long has this been a thing?” Silver asked.

“Officially, for a while,” Jackie said. “How long they’ve actually been dating, we don’t know. We kinda hoped if we didn’t bring it up before they did, that Anti wouldn’t get uppity and he’d just stay calm.”

“That’s certainly better than having a knife-happy demon on the streets,” Silver agreed.

“Yeah, but it just feels weird, you know?” Jackie said.

Then he looked down at the street.

“Hey, Silv, watch my food for a second so the birds don’t get it,” Jack set his tray down and zipped down to the streets and zipped past a normal looking dark blue van to see a read of the license plate. Something about the van set his teeth on edge. He didn’t know why he didn’t trust it, he just didn’t. Then he quickly raced back to Mark up on the roof.

“Bad news?” Silver asked, handing him back the tray.

“Thanks,” Jackie told him. “Maybe. It doesn’t seem to be Anti though. I noticed that van down there following us twice, it has the same license plate as the other ones I saw.”

“Should we say something to them? You sure they’re watching us?” Silver finished his food as Jackie just inhaled the rest of his.

“Maybe not yet, don’t want the feds on our case just cause we knocked on their door,” Jackie said.

“Yeah,” Silver picked up off the roof top as Jackie stood up and got to fully stretch out and then went back to trying to trail Anti. All the while the white van would periodically follow them, and then they’d lose Anti’s trail for a bit.

So Jackie called them off to go somewhere else. The van followed them for a bit before they completely lost track of it. Anti crossed their path close to the base and Jackie and Silver went in to talk to Bing about the situation.

Jackie saw the van still following him while on patrols. Jackie’s unease didn’t led up either but he waited. He waited for himself or someone else to get attacked. He was not starting this fight, but he was certainly ending it.

#Egotober2022 #Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #jackieboy man #Silver Shepherd #stalking #getting lunch on patrol with the bestie

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timepool · 6 months

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TTRPG Devlog- Qet 3.0

I'm gonna try to do devlog sorta talky posts occasionally! So this week I've been doing some work on my big dark fantasy eldritch horror TTRPG, Qet.

Qet has been one of those projects that's been on/off aince 2019, as it was my first TTRPG endeavor. It originally began life as a 5e module which...meant a lot of 5e's brainrot came with me when I transitioned Qet into its own game.

I've taken various breaks from Qet to develop smaller, tighter games, to study other games, and to generally sharpen my understanding of game design. This has lead to a cycle where I often return with a new perspective and identify a major problem that needs to be fixed.

This time, that problem is that Qet as-is has wayyyy too much emphasis on combat. A problem that absolutely stems from its origins. Yes the rules do a lot to make combat scary and not ideal, but the problem is a lot of the rules and equipment are specifically made for combat...which emphasizes it by virtue of volume and connection.

This is a problem I've seen at various stages and moved to correct without actually identifying the root, as I think I have now. How am I going to fix this? I'm straight up going to strip out most of Qet's combat mechanics.

For reference, Qet has a combat system I am actually happy with, it's just in the wrong game. It's got some Monster Hunter DNA with limb targeting and injuries, you can even cut off body parts mid fight to change the course of things and also to use said body parts in alchemy. There's a rock paper scissors damage/health type system that gives each weapon, attack, body part, and armor piece a different damage/health type- inspired a bit by DOS2. You can only hit body parts with health types that are vulnerable to the damage type of your current weapon/attack. That sorta thing.

There's also a whole set of mechanics related to acting out of turn, and mechanics for interacting with the environment around you (like lighting grass on fire, breaking walls, kicking people off cliffs, etc.) and rules that tell storytellers to put interactive elements in their maps.

This is a horror game! We don't need all that here! We Just Don't! My basic plan is as follows:

1- Cut out damage/health types.

2- Simplify limb targeting. (It needs to be quick and easy, without needing to look back and forth between sheets and the books.)

3- Cut out maps, switch to range bands. (I have an idea that would actually make this suit the genre quite well.)

4- Cut out misc combat mechanics.

I will salvage the cut mechanics to use as optional modules in Fruit Forge, which is a game all about picking and choosing what mechanics suit the type of story you're trying to tell.

It's gonna be a lot of work to do this and will require me to rewrite a huge chunk of the current rulebook draft, as I had finished all of the rules writing and was at the stage where I was filling out all the various tables. It will be worth it, though.

I might make the now defunct Qet 2.0 draft available to patrons if there's interest, so those curious about what I'm working with and why I'm changing it can check a look.

Fruit Forge is still #1 right now as it's closest to complete (currently at the first playtest phase!) but I'll probably start picking at Qet again soon. Ok GUTGUN might need to be before it, though. Or...

#timepool #ttrpg design #ttrpg #qet #ttrpg devlog

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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Beauty and the Beast- Lycoris

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE :)))) We know it’s been a while since we updated our series, but we can assure you more BIG updates will be happening soon! For now, here is the first post of the 2022. We’re really proud of this one :) - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut, talk of blood, degradation, mention of death and mental and physical illness, horror, angst 👀

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Lycoris- These Asian summer flowers are laden with cultural significance, believed to guide disembodied souls to reincarnation. They also go by the name “red spider lily” due to their multiple spindly, red petals.

The conversation weighed heavily on Harry’s mind for weeks.

He truly couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was impossible. There was no way that she could be his beloved, because his was no longer of this earth. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t notice the telltale feelings he got around her. How sometimes he matched certain expressions of hers to his beloved in the past and the mannerisms matched along with little saying or brushes of skin…

Harry was terrified.

The vampire had to be going insane. Had to be losing it. Ever since he had truly begun to think, he hasn’t had a moment of peace since. He needed to have some, and yet he couldn’t. Mind swirling with thoughts that spider webbed to each other and how things that should be so blatantly clear were not. How could it be?

He had been slightly avoiding her as he came to terms with what may be his ill fate. It happened to some of the vampires who lost their beloved.

They lost their minds.

Originally he had believed to escape it due to lack of time together, the bond, despite how strong it felt, being weaker in terms of time. Alas, he was beginning to believe it was finally coming to get him, the fate he had naively thought to have avoided.

It started with mood swings. Check. And then, delusion. Check.

He wished for his beloved back, so he projected her on to Y/N. His poor, sweet and unknowing human. It wasn’t fair to her. He was a fraud. A scam of a man. He didn’t deserve to touch her smooth skin or let his lips grace the curve of her neck, let alone drink the sweetest blood he had ever tasted on his tongue.

So he didn’t. Instead, he slunk away into the one room she wasn’t allowed in for most of his time. His… tribute, so to speak. Where he had painted portraits and leather bound journals filled with their stories and his feelings towards her. His sweet little rose, who he aches for daily.

For some reason, being in the room didn’t soothe the ache the way he wished it had. Instead, he felt the incredible, powerful pull to be wherever Y/N was. Sitting at her feet to watch her read or plaiting her hair so he could simply be touching her. Feel her energy.

That couldn’t be, though. He deserved to live in this pain, not falsely lead her on… though he didn’t think that his romantic interest was false. He did have feelings for her… but in that, he had begun to project traits that weren’t hers.

All of these things were symbols that he was close to death. The way vampires can die, anyways. Only through this madness.

He hadn’t eaten in 2 weeks, and he knew he looked rough. Sitting in his office once again, he had the curtains closed and some simple black coffee to try and soothe the rumbling pain in his stomach. Harry knew well enough that nothing could soothe the burn in his throat, so he didn’t even try. If he was going to die… he wanted to do so weak. So he couldn’t act out and hurt sweet Y/N.

The soft knock on the door was unnecessary, Harry having heard the sound of soft footsteps approaching just minutes before her hand hit the wood. Of course, Y/N was ever so polite— and on edge.

It was understandable. Who wouldn’t be on edge living with a starving vampire? And though their relationship had surely improved, it seemed as though their closeness had revealed even more problems then they had before.

She’d noticed his change in behavior rather quickly, Harry had never been particularly good at hiding his worry and stresses during their morning walks around the grounds or when they met again in the evenings. At times it felt that she was the stresser.

Y/N cracked open the door after hearing a croaky ‘come in’ from the other side of it, her face displaying a look of genuine concern.

“Harry… you need to feed.” She spoke in a hushed tone, not bothering to greet him. He was already aware of antsy behaviors, always too scared to push him too far in case he did lash out— he never would.

“I— I don’t know if it’s something I did or said or if you simply have lost interest, but I’m worried about your health.” Y/N knew she sounded pathetic practically begging, but what else was she supposed to do? She couldn’t let him starve when she was the reason for his livelihood. If you could even call it that.

“Please just… tell me what you need. I can get Niall or Ida to call for someone else— I just sit here and watch you wither away for much longer, Harry. You must understand.”

He hadn’t realized that his behavior was also making her feel as if he lost interest. If anything, he was trying to do that but utterly failing. Still… he didn’t want her to feel as if she wasn’t desired.

“You mistake my actions.” His voice was raspy and his throat sore. It was partially why he hadn’t been speaking to her— it hurts. “It isn’t to do with losing interest. You haven’t done a thing to warrant that.” He reassured. Y/N didn’t deserve to be feeling unwanted, when it really is the opposite. She didn’t deserve his woes.��

“It’s that… I fear I am unwell. I do not wish to feed.” He said quietly, crossing his arms. The silk black shirt clung to his body, the hair on his chest tickling his bare forearms from where it was unbuttoned. He had been dressing simply because he did not have the energy. “It is not safe for me to do so. I fear I will take too much from you.”

Harry feared for her. He would never be able to live with himself if he injured such a beautiful soul. She deserved the best of the best… and as of now, Harry could not provide that.

“You need to feed, Harry. It wasn’t a suggestion.” She pressed, taking steps towards his desk before taking a seat on one of the chairs like she did the day she met him. “Regardless of if I’m mistaking your actions or not, you—“ Y/N let out a sigh in response to his poignant stare.

“I’m worried.” She stated plainly, hands on her thighs. “A few weeks ago we had that chat and I really thought we were on the same page again and now it’s as though we’ve taken steps back farther than we were to begin with I just— I don’t know what’s going on.” She didn’t want to make him feel any worse than he already did, but it was a bit unfair of him to keep her in the dark when he was clearly deteriorating.

Y/N stood up again and approached him slowly, allowing for him to tell her to step back if need be. He looked so dull, so distraught— something was bothering him deeply and she wished she could take it away. She feared it was something she couldn’t assist with… she felt helpless.

“Tell me what you need…“ She trailed off, setting her hand on his thigh while squatting down beside his chair.

He winced as he felt her warmth on his thigh. Sitting close. Too close. Too close to him for comfort, because he wanted to surge forward and collect her warmth into his figure, hug her and let her melt into his skin.

The human smelled unlike any he had witnessed but a familiar note he couldn’t 100% place. The sickness told him it was of his beloved but that simply wasn’t… possible. Still, it didn’t lessen the pain of his throat climbing up to his gums, teeth throbbing at the draft wafting her scent closer to him.

So fucking sweet.

His mouth salivated more than it had in weeks, his hands gripping the end of his desk so hard that it began to crack. Self control was something the vampire prided himself in… but at this current moment, he wasn’t able to keep his head straight, though trying.

He needed a lot of things. Sanity, blood, love. He needed to work on the garden himself for his beautiful roses and see the koi in his pond. He needed to leave the house and get fresh air and watch the night sky.

But right now, all he wanted was her blood.

“I need to control myself.” He growled lowly. “You are tempting me, Y/N. I will hurt you, and if I do that I will never forgive myself. You haven’t done a thing wrong. It is a problem with me.”

He wanted her so close and to push her far away so she was out of his line of sight, out of reach so he couldn’t tarnish something so pure.

He was visibly ill. The dark veins under his eyes, his pale skin almost looking ashen. His hair had gotten dull and his green eyes had faded to a grey green, weak for a vampire’s standard. The worry she felt was able to be felt… and he hated that he had dragged someone else into his deterioration.

Swallowing thickly she stepped back, rising back to her feet to give him some space. She didn’t want to overstep, but something had to give. Y/N refused to let him die just because of his pride.

“So you do wish to feed— you’re just… making yourself ill? for what?” Y/N was confused, “to protect me… from yourself?” She was piecing things together but she still felt like there was so much she didn’t know. “Harry, I know what I got myself into— I understand the risks involved, how are they any different to when this started?” She tried to catch his eyes, but he wouldn’t even look in her direction.

“I am… Ill.” He swallowed, wincing at the burning coating his throat. “I am not doing well. And if I try to feed… I am worried I will take too much.” He tried to calm himself but the lingering scent of her had already infiltrated his senses.

“You volunteered your blood for a safe and easy trade. I provided for you, and you gave me blood. But it has gotten far more complicated than that, and you know it.” He gave her a look.

It wasn’t her fault. But he felt cornered and nervous because so much of these feelings had burrowed up and he had been able to avoid them somewhat, but she was right in front of him now.

“I can not and will not allow you to do things that put you into danger. I get too… rough. I hold too tight. And if I take too much, I will never never forgive myself. You are a radiant, beautiful woman. So pure and kind.. you mean much more to me than you realize.” He coughed, rolling his head as he tried to keep himself from reaching out towards her again.

“When I am… this way, I do not trust myself with a treasure like you on my lap. You’ve given so much to me already.”

“You’ll die, Harry! Do you not understand?!” Y/N barely let him finish his sentence. She couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of him ceasing to exist. His words hit her harder than she expected, taking a second to bite back any tears that threatened to make their escape.

“This is not the time to be poetic or heroic— a large part of this arrangement was to make sure you stayed in good health.” She pointed out, “and I could never forgive myself if I watched you wither away without helping you. So let me.” Y/N demanded his attention, her tone far more serious than it had ever been with him before.

“How can you sit there so calmly and just now tell me you’re essentially dying after weeks of…” She tilted her head back and swallowed thickly trying to calm herself down. “You don’t want to get better? Is that what it is?”

“I’m dying anyway!” He snarled, standing up, slamming his hands on the desk as he looked at her finally. Letting her see the pale grey of his eyes, surely looking fearful.

“I’m already dying. And you can’t… you can’t ask me to harm you to fix something that’s already broken.” His chest heaved as he took her in, feeling his stomach drop as he saw the fear on her face.

“Damn it all! Now I’ve shown you… I am a terrible being.” He clenched his fists, but the hands off the desk made him sway slightly and he had to catch himself before falling.

The weakness was getting to him. It was hurting him and her and he felt like a terrible being now more than ever because he had been the cause of the fear in her eyes. She never had experienced his loud voice, especially not directed at her.

“Don’t you see, Y/N? I am not worth endangering.” He swallowed again, his own eyes glazing over. “There is no future for me. I thought… I had escaped a fate. I have not. Time was kind to me, but after… after what has happened in my lifetime, it is clear that this may be the end for me. I am going mad. Imagining things. I can’t keep a clear head. All signs of the wasting heart illness.”

Like a deer in headlights Y/N stood and watched as he leaned against his desk, using his last bits of energy to communicate with her. The pain ran deep throughout her, her heart clenching both at the sight and at his confession. He was under the impression he was a lost cause. That he wasn’t worth saving. That he had lived long enough.

But even he who considered himself to be a monster had the kindest heart she had ever known, far too gentle and attentive to even be considered evil in her eyes. Even with his outburst, the look of fear in her eyes didn’t stem from the fear of him, but it stemmed from the fear that he was too far gone.

It hurt too much to think about what this wasting heart illness implied. To be hit with the harsh reality that she couldn’t be the one to show him what true love was… that she wouldn’t be the one to save him. It was so silly. She had been so silly to entertain that thought.

“Are you asking me to let you go?” She asked in a whisper and almost immediately wished she could push the words back in her mouth. Y/N didn’t want to hear the answer. She’d stay to the bitter end whether he wanted her to or not.

“I won’t sit here and beg you to choose life if you’ve already accepted your fate. I could only hope that you do…” Y/N trailed off and ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “It all turned so quickly… you didn’t tell me anything, I could have helped!” She squeaked, swallowing thickly once again.

And as if it was one final attempt at restoring his belief she walked up to him, cupped his cheeks and forced him to look her in the eyes.

“Please, don’t make me beg.”

He stiffened. Her body was close. Her hands on her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes gazing into his, the complete heat it shot through his body could make him moan.

It was a relief. Feeling better touch after weeks. Not through fabric but skin to skin, his knees weakening and falling into the chair as he watched her face turn to concern. He wasn’t sure why she wouldn’t just let him go. Why she cared so much.

“It’s much more complicated than you could imagine.” He whispered, feeling her step between his thighs. Stroking back his hair and tilting his head up, making him shudder. It felt *so* fucking good. The gentle affections, the warmth, her body in between his legs.

“I… cant continue to go mad. It’s starting… I’m terrified.”

Y/N watched him with careful eyes, watching for any signs of discomfort or defensive responses. “You need to understand I’m only asking because I need to know, if there is another option or something you aren’t telling me… please…” She let out in a whimper.

“Do you really think that if you feed from me right now you will not be able to stop?” Y/N knew this wasn’t like some movie or book, that she honestly had to believe and not push him when it came to his very real and life threatening limits. But then again, it was true that he underestimated her often.

“If not… I can ask Ida to help me make some blood bags for you, some nutrients… something … I want to help.”

His eyes flashed.

“No.” He snarled. “No one else can touch your blood. It’s mine.”

It was sudden, quick change of pace. He didn’t like the idea of someone else touching her at all, let alone for blood purposes. His hands gripped her waist and tugged her into his lap, grunting as he felt the territorial urge fill his chest.

“I want it.” He whined, sinking into a softer stage the moment her hands went back to his hair. “Want… want to drink from you. But I am scared.” He knew he had impeccable self control. But the fear was much larger than anything he had known.

“I… I think I can. But I fear for the notion that I can not. I am territorial over you. Your blood. No one can rip me off.” He squeezed her hips lightly, her warm body relaxing him further. It was the most at ease he had been in weeks.

He was feeling even more insane now. Because… what is this? Why did a human relax him so? It was already proven that the sickness could cause delusions but this didn’t feel artificial.

Her heart was beating quicker now, but she wasn’t scared. The rush she felt was one she only ever felt with him, and though it may be the chemicals talking, Y/N was confident that Harry was someone she had grown to genuinely love. Maybe not in the traditional sense but nothing about their relationship was traditional.

“I need you to try...” Y/N spoke softly, brushing the hair away from his face and behind his ears with both her hands. With her thumbs pressed gently against the edges of his jaw, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. She waited a beat before moving to kiss his nose and then rested her forehead against his.

“I can’t lose you.” She admitted in a hushed whisper, lips brushing against his only for a brief moment.

“You deserve better than me.” He wanted so badly to kiss her, to hold her in his arms and protect her from the dangers of the world. Maybe she wasn’t his beloved but she had already given him a new lease on life, that he had gone and fucked up.

Why now? Why did the sickness have to catch him now, out of all the times? When she had been placed into his life, curing his miserable emotions. Giving him excitement and childlike giddiness.

He nearly purred, eyes closing as he let her touch and caress him further. Her sweet lips brushed over his and caused his mind to perk up just a bit.

“I will… try.” He resigned. How could he refuse this woman anything her gorgeous heart desires? Even if he did start to go even more insane, he could lock himself up. He could be safe. Work on more self control.

“In the drawer… middle. There is an iron blade. If I do not let go… reach for it. Swipe it on my bare skin. If need be, stab me.” He said lowly, eyes opening to look at her, more serious than he had ever been.

“I want you to promise me you will. I will attempt… for you. But I need your assurance that you will keep yourself safe. It is all I ask.”

She almost couldn’t believe that she had gotten him to agree, blinking rapidly as she listened to his instructions.

“Blade… in the drawer, middle…” She repeated to herself, swallowing thickly before reaching for it. She placed it on top of the desk where she could easily reach it from where they were sitting, realizing that this could be very traumatic for the both of them.

But he needed this. He needed this if there was any hope of him getting better.

“I promise.”

A shaky breath was taken, Harry’s face nuzzling into her neck. It smelled so good, and her touch was so welcoming.

This was the feeling of home. It was so beautiful and it let him relax, just a little bit. His teeth throbbed but he took a moment to embrace it, puckering his lips against the tender skin.

The thundering pulse could be felt under his lips, making him hum. Her body sagged into his, his kisses trailing down to his favorite spot. It was clean of his mark at all, and that irritated him. He loved to see his proof there, and he knew he would love seeing it remain there after this time.

“M’sorry…” he whispered, licking over the spot to prepare it. “I know I worry you. I don’t mean to. You… have brought me joy.” His tongue brushed it again, hand caressing her hip while the other brushed her hair to the side.

“I’ll only take the normal amount. Thank you for caring.” He wasn’t sure if this would be his last feedings but he was eager. Wanting her body to relax and her hands to grasp him as she used to.

His teeth bared, slowly sinking into the skin. Ever so gently, taking his time to close his mouth over it before he began to drink from her.

No matter how prepared Y/N thought she was for a bite, it always ended the same. She didn’t even have time to answer him before her eyes glossed over. Her mouth fell open, lips in a permanent pout, hands gripping at his arms for dear life.

It felt incredible.

She for a moment let herself get lost in the euphoria, allowed herself to truly feel the very real intimacy that had formed between them.

Y/N wasn’t even sure if it was possible, but it felt gentle. Maybe it was due to his weakness, but she felt like he was being as careful as possible with her despite him drinking from her eagerly.

Her stomach twisted in a familiar way, a moan escaping her lips as one of her hands traveled up to grip the hair at the nape of his neck.

“There you go…” She breathed in delight.

He was doing his best to relax and drink slowly, because he knew how easy it was for him to overdo it. She was a delicate creature, despite taking each feeding and handling it like a champion.

He grunted against her, hand tightening on her hip as the blood dripped down his throat, and making him feel better by the second. The coating soothed the ache that had burned his throat for days, the relief good enough to make him want to moan too.

Instead, he held her still as he drank, ignoring how it aroused him because he was just thankful he felt even a little bit of control. He had truly expected to start losing it, but it was easier to focus as each beat of her heart sent another rush of blood into his system.

His strength was returning. It wouldn’t be at the full level but it was enough that he felt happy with it, purring against her throat as he felt her start to sag more into his chest. The sign he had to finish.

He slowly pulled back despite the urge not to. He could sit and nurse on her skin for hours, and if he knew it wouldn’t hurt her, he could continue the whole night. Take sips. Lick. Kiss.

Instead, he focused on lapping up every drop of blood that had leaked on her skin, moaning as her fingers held on his hair. It was no secret it also brought her pleasure— he could smell it.

“Good. Good, good, good.” He slurred. “Tastes so good. Thank you, angel. Such a beautiful little petal.” He kissed all over her throat, wet and messy. He tangled his hand in the hair at the back of her neck and tugged her head back, giving himself more access.

“Lovely, lovely little Y/N. So sweet to the taste. All the ways. You take care of me…” he stroked his fingers under her shirt with the hand holding her hips, taking a moment to bite down again. He didn’t suck— no. He simply bit a new spot. Licking it clean, hearing her gasp and smelling her arousal dampening her panties.

“Mine. M’sorry.” He said lazily after licking the beads of blood from the new bite, finding another spot. “M’sorry. I didn’t… want to upset you. You think… I lose interest.” He growled against the wet skin. “The opposite.” He bit down again, harder this time and felt her chest heave against his.

Her breath hitched at the sharpness of each bite, immediately relaxing into the tingly feeling of warmth that followed suit. She felt like she was swimming in emotions, so many that they were all blending into one pastel haze of joy.

“You’re so good… did so well for me…” Y/N praised with a breath. Though she had known he would be able to control himself, a dopey smile appeared on her face because she was just so proud. Surely that was one of the most difficult things he’s had to endure and yet… he managed.

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It was rare that Y/N woke up before Harry. He always liked to remind her that vampires didn’t really need to sleep if they were in good health. It was a common occurrence for her to wake up to his gentle caresses and a look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite put a finger on.

Until now.

The sun’s rays scattered across her bedroom as they hit the stained glass of her windows and created a halo around Harry’s sleeping form. She had never seen him so calm and relaxed before— so at peace.

Her hand dared to reach up and touch the smooth skin of his cheek, admiring how well that bit of blood had already nourished him. He needed this rest, poor thing had been struggling for weeks all because he was too scared to tell her he was ill.

He said he was dying.

The movements of her hand suddenly stopped as she was reminded of the fact. Y/N couldn’t explain how she had managed to feel so strongly for Harry in such a short amount of time, but the idea of losing him struck fear into her. She had just found him— just started feeling like she was finally living life instead of simply existing. It was Harry who was helping her fall back in love with life.

Seeing the joy and curiosity in his eyes whenever she showed him a meme her friend sent her or whenever she told stories about her days at work. Even things like having bad breath in the morning or having cravings for different foods. Things that were her normal, things she had always taken for granted.

Her humanity.

Y/N’s hands moved to gently stroke his hair, taking this time to etch every detail of his face into her mind. She wanted to remember him like this forever if his time did come. Y/N refused to believe that this could be over before it even began.

Y/N was ripped away from her thoughts when she heard a click and turn of the door knob, turning over to see none other than Ida standing in the doorway.

“Hello, dear.” She spoke, coming into the room with a tray. She was quiet as she set it down on the desk next to the door. She didn’t enter too far, because it was obvious to her that the couple needed their alone time.

She had wondered how long harrys would go about this sting. Being self righteous in a sense, not even attempting to talk to Y/N. He was an old stubborn man, but she knew he had a kind and gentle heart. She envied that.

“I brought some essentials. Coffee and creamers, some breakfast for you and some pastry for him. A guilty pleasure.” She smiled kindly, looking fondly at Y/N’s hand rested on his pale face.

“I also wanted to thank you. He was getting insufferable.” Ida was sweet but direct. Harry was dramatic at times, and blond to what was in front of him. He *had* been on the right track but… alas, he was still a man. Regardless the species, they were slow at times.

“I know what he’s said. He warned me that he was dying. He isn’t. At least, I don’t think so.” She murmured, keeping quiet. “I think he is confused. Please… you are the only one he will listen to. Keep the sense in him. He will do anything for you. Just keep doing as you are… cling to him a bit.” She poured a cup of coffee for her, adding her cream and sugar as she always requested.

“He hasn’t known affection in years. Show him what he will miss if he gives up.” She winked, knowing that the both of them were ticking time bombs of love and passion only new soul mates could have. The door closed behind her, leaving Y/N with her thoughts.

A warmth filled Y/N’s cheeks at what Ida was suggesting, but she knew she was right. Y/N had all the power to make him reevaluate his plans, see that he still had so much life to live as long as Y/N was in it. She must have gotten through to him last night, enough to where he willingly drank from her after growling at her for ‘tempting’ him.

The coffee smelled wonderful and Y/N felt her stomach rumble at the, cursing herself because she really didn’t want to wake him when he was resting so sweetly beside her. To add to it, she felt like her bladder was going to explode. Even if she wanted to get up she couldn’t, his arms were firmly secure around her waist.

Y/N began to press kisses to the crown of his head, humming lightly just so she could wake him enough to have him let go of her for even a few moments.

“Mm.” A groggy hum left his throat as he entered the weird space between dream and reality.

Harry had thought he was imagining the kisses, but the smell of his human filled his senses and he let a tiny smile quirk up his lip. The softness, the warmth, his hands finding their way back under her shirt and splaying out on her bare back as he tugged her closer… all of it felt like a dream come true.

Kisses to wake up to. After the hellish last few weeks, he needed that. A soft purring nose erupted from his chest as he held her body, foiling her plans of getting up.

She stopped to giggle, but he shook his head. “More.”

He was unusually cuddly and soft, but he supposed that was going to happen when the person you think you are falling in love with saves you from almost dying of blood thirst. Allowing him to touch and hold. Sleeping in the bed. He relished in this.

Y/N continued on with pressing kisses to his head upon his request, caressing his head as he shifted to rest his head against her chest. How could she deny him when he was so soft and clingy? He’d never been this way before, she almost felt like he wasn’t even properly awake.

She wanted nothing more than for him to continue sleeping like this, comfortable and warm in her hold. So she stayed like that for as long as she could, until she truly felt like she was going to burst.

“Harry darling….” Y/N whispered, “I promise I’ll be right back and we can continue this… but you have to let me go.” She cooed lovingly. She really tried to sweeten the deal the best she could. It really broke her to ruin such a sweet moment like this.

“No…” he grumbled, hiding his face in her neck. He didn’t want to break this moment. He was sleepy, comfortable and warm. Oh, so fucking warm.

He let out a grumble as he felt her squirm and realized she did have to get up. He wasn’t unreasonable, no. But he was selfish in this moment, huffing as he loosened his grip. The warmth he could lay in forever was perfection to him and he wanted more and more and more.

“You have got 3 minutes. I will get cold.” He kissed her hinge of her jaw, pulling back with sleepy eyes as he watched her get up and go quickly to the bathroom. Scurrying as if she knew he was serious about being cold.

He never in his life felt more comfortable than that moment. The haze of hunger was lifted and instead, the hunger for affection had risen. He wanted kisses and touches he had been denying himself of for so long. He wanted her to smother him in it. Clinginess was foreign to him but she hadn’t seemed to mind, per say.

“Petal.” He croaked out. “Hurry, please. The bed is cold.”

“I’m coming!~~” She sing songed, finishing up her business in the bathroom as quickly as possible before rushing back. She even made sure to grab the tray of food to place on the bedside table so she wouldn’t have to get up again.

“I’m sorry, I know, I know…” She spoke in a hushed tone as she heard him grumble again, allowing him to once again engulf her in a warm cuddle without disturbing his sleepiness. Y/N knew he hadn’t been able to sleep properly because of how hungry he’d been so she wanted him to be able to fall back asleep with ease. It was second nature to her to nurture him, fully relaxing knowing he was comfortable and at ease with her. She avoided making conversation, allowing him the time to fall back asleep if he so pleased.

Was he milking it a little?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Did he care? No.

He pulled her back into his body, feeling refreshed. Back to normal. His face was buried in her neck, inhaling her smell as he pulled the blankets up over their bodies and let himself take the warmth in again. Relaxing and allowing himself the pleasure of her hands back on him.

The vampire felt a mixture of emotions. Sadness, happiness, relief, stress, arousal. All of them conflicting and yet, making more sense than one could imagine.

He slept for a while longer, this time holding himself to her neck and chest. The next time he woke, he let out a deep sigh. “You smell delightful. All the time.” His rough voice rasped, tugging on the hem of her shirt and inhaling her scent. It was important to him, blanketing him in it and soothing him fully.

“I feel good. Touching you. Talking to you. I’m sorry.” He gave a kiss to the middle of her throat. “So, so sorry, sweetheart. I was a fool for believing I could stay away from you, even if I believed it to be for your own good.” He frowned, pulling his face up. One hand slipped from her shirt and came up to cup her cheek.

“You are far too good for me. I do not know how I’ve managed to have you care for me the way you do, but I am eternally grateful.” He leaned into her, kissing the plush cheek. “I can not begin to apologize enough for worrying you… or making you feel unwanted.”

Y/N’s face was adorned with a look of endearment, her eyes pleading and lip jutting out in a soft pout.

“I’ll admit, you were being stubborn and selfish… but I understand why.” She let out a sigh, “I just… I wish you would believe me when I tell you how I feel about you… Like I know that you do believe me, but you don’t value yourself the way I value you.” Y/N explained, maintaining eye contact with him despite how much it made her stomach feel like it was being attacked by butterflies.

“I don’t know who or what put the thought in your head that you aren’t worth ever bit of fight I have in me, but I’ll keep reminding you.”

He pursed his lips but nodded. It was a mystery to him, how she could ever be so… so enamored with him. But he would take it. If she wanted to say it, he wouldn’t dispute it.

“Thank you.”

His lips began to kiss all over her face. Her cheeks, her nose, making her smile rise back to her face. He kissed her eyebrows and forehead, her ear, even. Just smothering her back with the affection he truly felt.

“I’ll remind you as well. I will try and be better.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “But please tell me you’ve eaten something while I slept. You need to rebuild your strength. I fed last night…” he rubbed his thumb over the girl’s bottom lip, examining her features. She looked good, not too sickly.

“Well… I was asleep while you were and I only woke up a little bit before you.” Y/N hummed, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb, “but Ida brought us some breakfast. Would you like some pastry? I think it’s a croissant but I’m not sure if it has filling or not, I forgot to ask.”

Y/N shifted a little, pulling him to sit up with her before she brought the tray to sit in their laps. She figured he didn’t want to have it between them and frankly, neither did she.

By this point her coffee was cold, but she liked it better this way. Y/N began digging into the bowl of fruit, humming at how fresh they tasted. You’d think after living there for as long as she has she’d get used to the quality and taste of the food Ida made. She’d always said Harry was a man of fine taste.

“What do you want to do today?” She asked curiously, “I think it would be fair to say you more feeling better?” Y/N giggled before pressing a kiss to his cheek once again. “Also… if you need to feed again later, please don’t be shy in asking. You need all that is safe for you to take so you can be back in good health.”

“Mm. I am. But I would like to rest… with your company, if that is alright with you.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t think she would want to, but he didn’t want to take up her time *or* make her feel as though she had to. He would make due without her… probably.

“I may need to feed again. Just a tiny bit.” His eyes went to her throat, a happy feeling bubbling in his chest. He raised his fingers to trace the marks he left, licking his lip as he remembered how good it had felt to do that.

“I hope you can forgive my possessive behavior. I… fear it won’t dissipate.” He admitted. Honesty was the best policy, right?

“It will continue to grow. I’m a possible being in general, but when it comes to you… you’ve seen how I feel” he smirked just a tiny bit as he felt her shiver from his touch.

He watched her take a bite of a strawberry, the juice dripping by accident down her chin. Watching her eyes widened and reach for a napkin, he simply stopped her hand.

“Shh. I’ve got it.”

In his more daring behavior while not feeding, he lifted her chin and let his tongue gently lick up the trail of sticky sweet fruit juice. Ending it at her bottom lip, which he brushed gently with his tongue before pulling back.

This intimacy seemed to be a new second nature to him. He was surprised but also not. In a lot of good ways.

Y/N was also surprised, her eyes stayed wide even after he pulled away. She could handle the cuddles and tender affections, but it was clear she was feeling a bit flustered when it came to touches that were more bold. When she was a little more subbed out, things like this didn’t make her as shy, but bright and early in the morning? She felt the heat crawl up from his stomach to her face rather quickly.

“I-uh…” She sputtered, completely losing her train of thought and instead eating a piece of fruit to distract herself. She swore she had a whole sentence ready, a question even. It was clear that she was adjusting to this new level of intimacy that had only really been present during their feedings.

He found that he liked making her distracted. Taking a piece of fruit to himself, he took a bite and smirked at her face, seeing the blinks of surprise. He had been holding back on the affections and the true wants of his body. He shouldn’t. She should be able to see the want he has for her.

It didn’t matter that he was hard right now, either. He wouldn’t push that hard unless he got the signal. Which he was trying to coax out.

“The fruit is good.” He chewed the strawberry. Leaning in slightly, he did test her ability to fluster though. “Tastes better on your skin, but this will do.”

“M’glad you like it.” Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in through her nose. Though she knew he’d pick up on the fact that she was easily flustered, she reminded herself that he needed to rest and not over exert himself by tending to her desires. What she really wanted was him. All of him. But he hadn’t given that to her yet.

It has been weeks since they’d properly touched, so she was also feeling rather touch starved and thankful that he was being as affectionate as he was. It did make her feel good and desired. She could tell he was in the mood too just by the way he toned his voice down.

So she tried to change the subject.

“How’s the pastry?” She asked, knowing it was a lame question and knowing he would see right through it. But she was making a real effort here!

He grinned at her attempt to change the subject. He would let it go… for now.

“It’s good, darling.” He chuckled, shaking his head. It was fun. This game. Usually she was the one making him blush, and now it was his turn to. He was feeling much better and it was showing.

When the breakfast was finished, he let her tend to him by helping him to the shower. It was quick, but he needed to do so. Washing off the negative emotions and feelings, he let a soft hum of a song be given as he walked out into the room in his towel.

Was it planned to make her think about his body? Yeah. Yeah it was. And he was going to play innocent as he walked to the closet, turning around and dropping the towel as he pulled the sweats on his body.

Sweatpants were his favorite garment of modern clothing for sheer comfort.

He had given her a good view of his backside and his bare, damp back, leaving himself shirtless as he returned to the bed.

It’s true that while Harry was in the shower Y/N was having a mental battle trying to pull herself together. Thoughts from last night came flooding back in her mind as she caught a glimpse at her neck in the mirror. Last night she had allowed herself to lean into that feeling of true submissive bliss for all but 10 minutes before pulling herself back out. It wasn’t the right time for anything else and she let it go.

Seeing him all freshly clean and bare before her though, blurred the line for her as far as resting went. She started to think maybe it would be good for him to relieve some tension, get his muscles to relax even more, he'd surely sleep like a baby afterwards. She didn’t see the harm. She was needy, she’d waited long enough, it didn’t need to be special.

Y/N bit her lip and shifted a bit to face him as he joined her in bed once again.

“Feel better?”

“Mhm.” He agreed, tilting his head as he observed her. Though this time, he was assessing her levels. He wanted some more blood.

“It felt nice to get clean. But I’m wondering if I could get another bite in? If you’re feeling up to it?” Now he was nearly naked, his bare torso shown to her.

She was staring. Bingo

“I just need a little more. I took less than needed last night because I was worried but I am capable of control now.” He promised, stroking her arm.

“Yeah…” She was already nodding, “I mean— Yes, of course.” Y/N snapped herself out of her staring to look at him with a shy smile. It was almost funny how easy she was to read. She had this naivety to her despite being a very intelligent and wise woman.

It was one of the many reasons Harry liked her so much.

“I-I uh… I would have showered, but I remember you said you liked how I smelled this morning so…” She trailed off, suddenly getting a flashback to the time they were in the car after work and he was so infatuated with how she smelled that he bit her in public.

“Yes. I love how you smell.” He reassured her. In every day. But he loved how she smelled when he fed from her especially.

She always got aroused and soft and pliant and he loved how she would give him her soft voice and eyes after he finished.

“Why don’t you come on my lap? Straddle, please.” He turned to sit over the edge of the bed, anticipation flooding his nerves. He wanted her to get to that state. Where she was more relaxed and easier to talk to, to show her true desires.

Y/N moved quickly, obedient as ever— she even tripped up a little bit while moving on the bed. Sexy.

She did however feel comfortable once in his lap, despite his hungry stare making her stomach do backflips. He had always made her feel comfortable when it came to feeding, it was actually the one thing they probably felt the most comfortable doing, as insane as that might sound to others.

“Which—“ She trailed off, blinking up at him with innocent eyes as she pointed to both sides of her neck. They were both conveyed in marks at this point so it really didn’t matter all that much.

“This.” His hand tilted her head to the desired side. There was an unspoken tension in the room that had him buzzing, smoothing her hair away from the side of her neck.

“Remember… do as you please, beautiful girl. Whatever feels good to you. It’s a shorter bite.” He murmured, well aware that she was horny. He could smell it, feel it drifting from her body. The moment she shifted forward, she would feel his cock and know the feeling was mutual.

His tongue prepped the area, licking up the side of her neck and finding a nice spot. Kissing over it a few times and gently squeezing her hip as a warning before letting himself bite.

“Mmh” She couldn’t help but whimper the moment she felt his teeth break into her skin. She was aware that she could get away with just about anything, even before the bite. Though she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t a massive help when it came to feeling looser and freer to act upon impulses.

It was better than being drunk or high… It felt unreal.

Rocking her hips forward on instinct she let out a happy moan at the feeling of hard cock, repeating her actions in hopes of getting some relief. Unfortunately, she had on far too many layers of clothing for her liking and she became huffy with each and every rock of her hips for the lack of friction and skin to skin contact.

He moaned at both the taste of her blood and the feeling of friction on his cock.

He was horny.

There were major differences between last night's feeding and this one. Last night was far more soft and intimate in terms of heightened emotions and gentleness. But now that he had recovered from that weakness, a cloud lifted in the ‘should he, shouldn’t he’ mindset, he was allowing himself to enjoy it.

To be pleasured.

He held her hips and pulled her closer as he drank, growling happily as his teeth sank deeper and the warmth of her cunt could be felt through the layers. She was huffing, but Harry dipped his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, digging the fingertips in as he pressed her down harder.

“Fuck, Harry!” She gasped, one of her hands gripping at his shoulder to stabilize herself while the other tugged at the roots of his hair. She couldn’t really resist the urge of rocking against his fingers, her whines only getting louder and more prominent as pain and pleasure blurred together.

This was exactly what they needed. A spark to get the flame going once again— although she had a feeling that once they started they wouldn’t be able to stop. For a while.

“I want you… I want your cock— please,” Y/N whimpered, ''I've waited for so long, I feel so empty!” She squeezed around his fingers.

It had been so long since they'd touched in any way, but it was a long time coming. He needed this. She needed this.

At the end of the day, he was going to take advantage of the time he had if he truly was losing it. Having her, in whatever way she offered him? He would take it.

He pulled off of her, keeping his fingers on her cunt as he messily licked up her neck.

“S’that what you want?” He questioned. “You really want my cock?”

It was no shock that she was wet. Soaking his fingers as he found her clit, rubbing it in circles as he took in the feeling. So hot and slick against his skin, the scent of her filling the room. Her blood, her cunt, he was dying for it.

“Where do you want it, angel? I’ll give you anything.”

“Inside me, please!” Y/N pleaded, feeling breathless even though they’d barely done anything. Poor thing was desperate to finally feel close to him in a way she never had before.

“I missed you… so much” She continued, accompanied by a few hisses at how sensitive her clit was after weeks of no action. Though she usually had a high sex drive, she’d spent the last few weeks far too worried to even think about it.

“Want you to make me feel good, I wanna make you feel good, I wanna make it all better, wanna show you how I feel.”

He chuckled, flipping them so she was pinned underneath him. Looming over her, he gave her a dirty grin with his shiny teeth.

“I missed you too, my beautiful flower.” He began to lower himself down on her, pecking her lips. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you cock, kisses… anything you need. Just be good for me, my darling.” He crooned, releasing her wrists and gently tugging at the bottom of her shirt.

“Let me see your breasts. I’ve waited long enough to see them. I want to heal… heal using your body. I’ve been celibate far too long… and I think I’ve been patient, waited my turn.” He wanted to see her whole body. But her breasts were something that taunted him daily.

Y/N was quick to lift her arms up, assisting him in taking her shirt off because she too wanted him to see. She was far gone, her true instincts taking over now that he had properly fed.

Her body shuddered under his stare. She didn’t want to rush him despite the fact that she was incredibly desperate to be touched and loved up on. Instead she just watched him with a pout, hoping that he would have mercy on her.

Incredibly impatient she was.

“Look at you… my beautiful darling.” He cooed, looking at her bare chest. Perfect for his taste. Stunning. He cupped each one in his hands, thumbing the nipples as he watched her face fill with pleasure.

“Feels good, hm? Finally getting my hands on you… I’ve been waiting just as long. Been so patient…” he smoothed his hands down to her shorts, tugging them down swiftly. Exposing her bare bottom half.

“Fuck, no panties either. You filthy thing. Came to me without them on, too.” He whispered. “You want me just as badly as I want you.”

His lips connected to hers, kissing her firmly before trailing down her chest and over the swells of her breasts. “I’ll mark these one day. When we aren’t as needy… I’ll bite and mark them with my teeth so every time you look at them, you remember who has them. Who touches them.”

Pink lips wrapped around the erect nipple, hooded eyes looking up at her. Suckling on the thing, rolling it with his tongue. Moaning against her breast as he pulled back, leaving it wet.

“I want to wreck you.”

I want to wreck you

The words echoed in her head. If there was any part of her still there she was gone now, entirely under his spell of submission. She was preening, back arching up with every kiss and suck his mouth provided her. The sounds were filthy, but she liked them that way.

Y/N felt like she was dreaming, as if she couldn’t believe that he was actually above her, finally giving her what she had been dreaming of. Ever since the first time he fed, she’d thought about how incredible it would be to have him take control of her and have her feel truly at his will.

He held her life in his hands.

“Please sir, I’ll be good! I promise, please— Please wreck me.”

He switched to her other breast, humming in agreement against it. She would be a good girl for him.

“Of course you will. Always my best girl, aren’t you, angel?” He stood, letting his sweatpants fall down and revealed his cock to her. Thick, hard and long, the tip red and weeping with precum.

Years of sexual frustration in the making.

“How do you want it, baby?” He spit into his hand, beginning to stroke himself. The groan of relief echoed in the room as he prepared himself for the sweet little cunt. “How do you want it? Want to lay there? Hands and knees? How do you want me to wreck you, darling?”

Her mouth was moving but not many sounds were coming out as she looked at him standing before her. She was in awe of him, truly, but also she was too far gone and thinking about all the ways in which he could fuck her into the next century.

Part of her felt really sentimental, wanting to look him in the eyes as he fucked the light right out of them. Another part of her wanted him to shove her head in the pillow while he plowed into her from behind.

“Your favorite way.” She responded, “whatever you want, however you want me.” She knew they’d have time to do it every way possible soon enough. Y/N just wanted to please him.

His favorite way would be any way he could happen to get her, if he was being truthful. If it was with her, he was going to want it.

But for the first time, he felt it was only right to take her while looking at her pretty face. See how gorgeous she looks when he pushes into her, how she feels each time his cock pressed into her.

“So, so beautiful my girl. Gorgeous. I can’t believe you’ve managed to make such a mess of me.” He really didn’t know how he had gotten to the point of no return but the little human had a solid grip on him, one so solid he felt like he couldn’t unstick it even if he tried.

“Why don’t we try a few, hm?” He stroked his hand over his cock, nudging her legs open. “You’re so wet.. I think we can give your pretty cunt the fuck it deserves.”

Harry pursed his lips, spitting right on her slit and watching it drip down before rubbing the tip of his cock over the slickness. It made his eyes darken, the feeling of wet, hot cunt touching him building anticipation.

“Always smell so good… get so wet for me when you let me feed off of you. Makes me crazy.” He pressed the head in a bit, spreading the mess over her clit and dipping down to her entrance, transfixed on how erotic the sight was. “You’re filthy. My dirty girl, yeah?” He spread her legs further to get a good view.

“Tell me you want my cock. Where you want it.”

Y/N felt as though she was pinned under his stare, unable to look away. Not that she wanted to, seeing him take on what she felt was his true form was enthralling. Her mouth fell open to respond, but instead she was met with his cock gliding teasingly over her. It seemed that he was just as impatient as she was. She whined as he moved away again, clearly teasing her.

“Please sir, give me your cock— please, I need it inside me! It feels so good, I wanna be full of you forever and ever, I want you to fill me up every hour, don’t want to spend a minute not feeling full of you—” She was babbling, sure, but she was loopy and thirsty for cock. “I’m yours— take me, fuck me, ruin me! please, sir, I need you.”

That was what he needed to thrust inside of her. Pushing inside, watching her eyes widen and mouth open up in a silent moan as the girth of his cock began to stretch her open.

Despite how wet her cunt was, she still struggled slightly to take it. He wasn’t small by any means, and her pussy was tight. Squeezing him, making him clench his jaw tight as he groaned loudly. Sinking in deeper and deeper, his eyes going back and forth from her face to the perfect hole swallowing up his cock.

“Yes… that’s it.” He rasped. “That’s what I’ve wanted.” Harry had been dreaming of this for ages and now he was finally getting it. Her cunt wrapped firmly around him. “How is that, pretty girl?” He leaned down, arms holding her legs apart. “Does it feel good to take my cock? I know… it’s stretching you out. Making you feel it… you’re so fucking tight.” He swallowed, pulling out slightly only to push back in with a grunt.

“H-Harry…” Y/N let out a pathetic whine, struggling to keep her eyes open from the insane amount of pain and pleasure she was feeling. It was as if every fiber in her being was asking for him to bite her again.

“So good…” She shuttered, clenching around him as he continued to pump in and out of her with steady thrusts. “Harder— please..” her voice got caught in her throat as he snapped his hips at her request.

Y/N allowed her eyes to flutter open once again, meeting his eyes as a way of communicating how truly incredible she felt in that moment. She leaned up to kiss him, her hand flying up to grab a fist full of his hair.

Harry gave in, giving her his mouth as he began his thrusts. Kissing her deeper than he had before, moaning into her mouth as his cock sank into her. Over and over, he gave it to her. Giving his cock to her generously. Of course it wasn’t a selfless deed, because he was probably on cloud nine at the moment too.

To finally be buried inside of her cunt, to be giving her the fucking she and he had both been desperately craving… it was a relief. He had been dreaming of this day, and wasn’t sure if it would ever arrive.

“You feel so good.” He praised against her mouth. “So fucking good wrapped around my cock. Where you belong.”

She was positive that his words would be what took her over the edge. It was as if the two of them were the only people in the world, an air of true tranquility and pleasure surrounding them. Y/N wished they could stay in their bubble forever.

Breathing heavily against his mouth she trailed off to press sloppy open mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck— lapping, sucking and biting his most sensitive spots. Y/N wanted him to feel just how good he was making her feel.

“I’m so close, Harry— please let me cum, cum with me, please…” She begged as she felt her cunt throb around him. With every thrust she squeezed his cock, hoping to milk the orgasm from him.

Her teeth sinking into his neck, although blunt, sent him spiraling. He was hungry for her but in a way that didn’t require her blood.

No, It was for her body. Her whimpers, moans, her orgasms. He wanted multiple of them. He wanted all of her pleasure to be his, and vice versa.

“Fuck… cum for me, precious girl. But I want more than one.” He urged, moving his hips harder. She would get his orgasm, she would get it all over the walls of her cunt. But he had plans for her.

“Cum for me, my girl. Let go while m’inside of you, cum all over my cock.” He purred, smoothing her hair back as he increased the depth of his thrusts. The slick noise of their wet sex filling the room, his grunts and moans, her perfect cunt clenching hard around him… it was heavenly.

Her legs began to shake as the tightness in her core snapped into a crashing wave of ecstasy. Her orgasm practically ripped through her as he continued to thrust into her at the same quick but strong pace that had gotten her to this point.

It seemed that she was unable to make noise, too overwhelmed to even breathe it seemed. Y/N wasn’t sure what it was like fucking a vampire, but now that she knew, she was positive no one else could make her feel this good.

The effects of the bite would have normally fizzled after this amount of time, but it seemed that the orgasm had reignited the reaction. Her mind fuzzy, only thoughts of Harry.

Harry, Harry, Harry

She didn’t realize she was actually whimpering out loud.

The chanting of his name only added to his pleasure, and him losing it. Holding tightly to on her hips, he began to fuck into her harder. Deeper.

Her orgasms were incredible. The way her face dropped and pure pleasure washed over it, her startled gasp, he’d hands holding tightly to his forearm as he gave her the proper fuck she needed… this was perfect.

The clenching on his cock felt like heaven. He was truly heaven sent from his woman’s cunt. Heat rushing through his body, he was teetering on edges of pleasure he hasn’t been in ages.

“Soak me.. that’s my girl, cum on my fucking cock.” He snarled, loving how his name fell from her lips. Over and over, letting him know he was the creator of her pleasure.

As soon as he was able though, he pulled out. Smirking at the whimper of loss from the girl under him, he flipped her over quickly. On her knees, she scrambled to get herself up but he didn’t wait. Slamming his cock back into the welcome, warm hole, his fingers curled around her hip as he began to fuck into her again.

“I want another of those.” He crooned. “I want… your cunt cumming ‘round my cock while you writhe in my bedsheets.” He gently pushed her head down, making her lay with her hips up.

“Lay there. Such a princess… lay there and take it. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

And she did.

Y/N barely had a chance to catch her breath. It seemed like her eyes could only focus on the pristine burgundy sheets as a series of moans and heaving breaths came from deep within her.

If it wasn’t for Harry’s voice reminding her that he was indeed still there and behind her, she felt as though she would truly float away into this blissful feeling.

“Feels so good, sir I—” She squeaked, as he thrusted back into her quite quickly. Y/N had lost count of the orgasms he had given her, she was surprised she could still take more. “Please— don’t stop! Please, please, please.”

He wrapped her hair around fist, tugging her up as he fucked her.

Hard, solid thrusts inside of her squelching cunt, feeling it quiver around his thick length. Over and over, taking her roughly and steadily like he had been craving.

“Fuck, you’re so good around me. Feels so fucking good.” He spit down to where they were connected, smearing it all over her ass. His balls smacking her cunt, using her as she begged him to do.

“Don’t ever want to stop… using you like this. You are… perfect.” He spoke through gritted teeth. Her cunt was swollen and wet, hot and drippy all over him. Balls soaked, and he couldn’t stop.

“Tell me you love my cock.” He pulled her body up by her hair once again, one hand collaring her throat as he fucked her hard. Going a bit crazy. “Tell me… I’m the best sex. The best fuck. That I own this pussy.”

“You’re the best — FUCK!” She growled, the warmth of his hand on her throat making her purr. “I love your cock, harry… it’s so good, you’re so fucking— oh my god!”

Her head fell back against his shoulder, hands gripping at his thighs as she tried to keep herself stable. The pace was deliciously fast, her legs again starting to shake as another orgasm began to build.

“I love your cock, I love you.”

He growled deep in his throat, letting go of her hair and turning her face so he could kiss her. It was messy, sloppy. A wet passionate kiss that he couldn’t get enough of, grunting into her mouth as he realized what she said.

“Love me? You love me, you beautiful girl.” He grinned wickedly. “Again. Tell me again.” He squeezed her throat again, breathing in her pants.

“Tell me you love me… you want me… tell me you’ll never leave me. You perfect girl.” He snarled, eyes flashing as he kept his pace. His cock throbbed as he felt himself get close… but he needed this.

“I love you so much, it hurts.” She tried so hard to keep her eyes open, watching the way his flashed with passion and something she’d never seen before. It was like a fire lit up in her stomach, her cunt squeezing around him again just begging to cum.

“I-I’m not gonna leave.” She moved to press their lips together again, desperate for more of the taste and the feeling. Y/N would let him swallow her whole if that was possible. She felt like she was about to burst.

“Please make me cum, Sir. Please, please, I wanna cum for you, I’m so fucking ready— please.”

He grunted loudly, burying his face into her neck as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Colors flashing over his closed eyelids as he breathed her in. His pace was steady, feeling her clench and spasm around his length as he worked himself hard into her, over and over again. She loved him. He loved her so much it hurt too, and she would know that.

“I love you more than air.” He panted against her skin. “Love you… fuck, I love everything….” He bit down as he came, hard. Not able to stop himself from reaching his own orgasm.

He moaned loudly against her as he felt her blood breach his tongue, his cock burying deep with each hump he gave her as his load released into her cunt. Painting the walls of her, the sticky cum filling her up as he rubbed her clit.

The pleasure was indescribable to him. He had the woman he loved in his arms. Buried as deep as possible inside of her, her blood coating his taste buds for a quick sip. Forming a bond he hasn’t even realized he did until he felt the peace wash over him.

It all happened so fast, Y/N had sworn she blacked out. The only thing reminding her that she was alive and present in the moment was the slickness she felt running down her thighs. She fell back against him, far too caught up in the chemical high her human body had not been prepared for.

Breathing was all she could do. Deep, big breaths.

She meant what she said. She did love Harry. Very much so. She hadn’t meant to say it then, but it seemed like she couldn’t keep it from him any longer. She thought she was losing him, thought he had given up and expected to have her live on without him as if he wasn’t the greatest love of her life.

How he could ever think she didn’t feel the same was beyond her, but she felt thankful to be here with him right now, breathing the same thick, sex filled air.

Y/N opened her eyes again to find him, mumbling something incoherent in hopes he’d understand.

Harry felt drunk. The closest to drunk he had felt in hundreds of years, mumbling soft coos and praises to his fucked our lover.

Love.

They were in love.

He didn’t say it out of desperation. She had said it first, yes. Bur he had felt it for ages now. Since their first feeding, the seedlings had taken root and grown into a love even he couldn’t fully understand… but it was there.

“Shhh… I know.” He whispered, letting her lay down as he pulled out. With gentle precision, he moved her to lay on her back as he hovered over her. Stroking her sweaty hair from her face, kissing her swollen lips to soothe the drunken feeling she must also be feeling from the bite. “My girl… my love.” He nudged his nose with hers. “Relax. It is alright.” He murmured. Puckering his lips for tiny kisses, he held her face.

With a tiny nod and whisper of agreement, Y/N continued to take deep breaths. Every so often she would open her eyes to gaze up at him, inevitably pursing her lips as if to as for another small kiss. She giggled every time, feeling him smile against her lips.

They were love sick, kissing as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. Their teeth even crashed together a few times due to all the smiling. It felt great. She truly never wanted this feeling to end and with as loopy as she was, she felt like it was forever.

“I love you.” She whispered to him once again.

“I love you too, my darling.” He smiled, kissing her once more.

And he did. He loved her more than he ever imagined possible. It was terrifying, exhilarating, wild. He wasn’t sure what this was going to come to, but he did know he would be doing the best he could to keep her.

“Lay down. Rest. Let me clean you, my love.” He whispered, nudging his nose against hers and pressing one last kiss to her swollen lips.

He wanted to give her all the love she had been missing the past few weeks. All day. And he did.

For hours, going back and forth between cuddles and kisses, watching her sleep while she napped. Letting his mind wander. Keeping her closer than he ever had and knowing he would never let her go willingly.

His sweet human. His love. She had become much more important to him than he ever anticipated.

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The following morning Y/N woke up to the feeling of a large hand rubbing up and down her back, feeling warmth similar to a Crystal pressed against her front.

“Sweet girl…” Harry rasped, “I’ve got something I have to do, will you be alright here for a few hours?” He pressed kisses to her hairline.

Still very much sleepy, Y/N agreed, not really questioning him. She was sure whatever he had to do was important otherwise he wouldn’t just leave her.

“I’ll be back soon. Be good.” Harry hummed and pressed a kiss to her lips before climbing out of the sweet oasis they’d made in their bed. He watched as Y/N snuggled back into her pillow, smiling softly to himself.

He hoped he would be able to find some answers today.

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Y/N jolted awake about an hour after Harry left, catching her breath as if she had just run a marathon.

She had another dream.

At first it wasn’t something she thought she should worry about. This woman would appear every so often and she didn’t seem like she had any ill intent— but she began showing up all the time. In dreams and out of dreams. Not as a ghost, but just… when she looked in the mirror for too long.

There was something familiar about her. At times when Y/N looked in the mirror and saw herself she thought it was the woman. Maybe she was paranoid, but it felt like she was apart of her in a weird way.

A knock on the door startled Y/N out of her thought. It was Ida who had come to bring her breakfast.

“Good Morning Sweet Pea… Harry called saying he won’t be home till after lunch, so it’s just you and I for the morning.” She smiled, walking over to the bed where Y/N was to place the tray in her lap. She noticed Y/N was a bit shaken up, “Did you have another dream?”

Y/N thanked her and nodded as an answer to her question. She’d let Ida know about the strange woman in her dreams a few months back. Ida simply nodded, clearing her throat and deciding not to press on.

Y/N she looked down at the tray and went straight for the strawberries again. Strawberries fixed everything.

“Did he tell you what he’s doing?” She asked Ida curiously, wondering if she had the answer. The older woman seemed to have a knowing look on her face, but shook her head no.

“I’m afraid not my dear… but I will say, take the day to explore.” She put simply, giving Y/N a pointed look.

Explore.

Now, there weren’t many places in the mansion Y/N wasn’t allowed. Harry let her roam wherever she pleased— except for one room.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t allowed inside, he never explicitly said that, but it seemed it was a place he liked to go alone… a place he would always lead her away from.

So after breakfast, Y/N decided she’d finally figure out what was in there. She felt like it would answer a lot of her questions.

Still in her pajamas, Y/N padded down the hallway carefully. She didn’t have to be sneaky, but for some reason she felt a chill shoot up her spine as she reached the door.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N opened turned the handle and flicked on the light. What she saw made her blood run cold.

Paintings— hundreds it seemed, all of the woman Y/N had seen in her dreams.

At first she didn’t know what to think, swallowing thickly she tried to connect the dots though she had very few to work with.

Harry knew her? Ida knew of her?

Y/N carefully walked around the room with her hand covering her gaping mouth, paying close attention to the detail of these paintings. She looked like her. Not entirely, no… just her lips and— her eyes. They looked nearly identical.

As she neared the corner of the room she noticed there was a mirror there. She would have laughed at the irony if she wasn’t shaking in fear.

Of course she looked into it, stupid girl.

All she saw was the woman.

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I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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Graveyard Siblings (3)

Some for revenge and some sibling bonding.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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Adrien was next to be visited. Plagg woke him up from his sleep.

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“Kit, wake up. I want camembert.”

“Plagg, silence. You are not getting any cheese if you do that.”

“Sorry, Adrien but you are not my ‘master’ anymore.”

“Plagg? Why are you here? Where’s the ring?”

“The ring is as far away as possible and kept safely away. I am here because someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who?”

A cloaked, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows to his room.

“Kitty. My Chaton. Did you miss me?” A sweet, familiar but yet so terrifying voice came from the figure.

She pulled down the hood to reveal Ladybug with a wicked-looking black mask with white lenses.

“What am I talking about? You do miss me. Your Bugaboo. Too bad I don’t feel the same, Adrien.”

Lightning flashed and it started to rain. The mask was gone, revealing his dead classmate, Marinette with chilling red eyes. The pigtails grew longer and curved upwards, giving the illusion of her having horns. Twin blades flashed and she leaped towards him. (Damian gave them to her with some lessons in exchange for spending time with, babysitting, the kwamis.)

Adrien scrambled away from the bed in the nick of time. A sword impaling the spot where he just was.

“Plagg, help. Where is the ring? I need to transform.”

“Sorry, kitten. I am not telling you. Even if you did have the ring, it’s not going to be much help.”

“Kitty, stay still. Then, we can be together. Just like you wanted.”

Adrien continued to dodge.

“What do you mean?” He all but screamed at Plagg.

“Pigtails, here, is a vengeful spirit. She’s not going to stop until she is satisfied. How about asking her what she wants?”

“Ladybug, what do you want?”

“What I wanted was a partner I could rely on, someone I can trust with my life, someone who wouldn’t stab me in the back for his own selfish gain. I wanted a friend who would have my back and not tell me to keep quiet at the price of my mental health and my relationships with people I care about. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!”

She managed to get a cut on his left cheek.

Soon, he was on the ground, bleeding out on the round.

“Tell Hawkmoth that he better watch out. Because-” lightning struck and Plagg and Ladybug had disappeared, “his downfall is coming.” Her voice echoed through his room.

Adrien laid bleeding until Natalie opened the door after hearing a crash from the room and came to check on him. As she called an ambulance for Adrien, she wondered if it wasn’t too late to ask for redemption and be spared from Ladybug’s wrath for her part in her murder.

Adrien had the word ‘TRAITOR’ carved into his back. Forever reminding him of his crimes.

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He wasn’t in school for a week after the incident. They all were told that Adrien had an accident while fencing.

Gabriel was a little panicking now.

He hired an exorcist, (John Constantine got a hefty amount and did a few flashy magic tricks to appease Gabriel but he didn’t lift the curse Maria put on the place. She is not someone to be on the bad side of and he thinks that he can’t lift it even if he wanted to.)

Emilie gets a little sus at Gabriel when he brought this strange man with a British accent into their home after their son got attacked in his own room with security tighter than Fort Knox.

She doesn’t buy that ‘accident’ bullshit that her husband, son and even Natalie tries to sell her. She thinks it is connected to what happened while she was in a coma.

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Adrien has a curse too.

(Credit to @raeuberprinzessin for giving me an idea)

He couldn’t act like the ‘Perfect Adrien’ in public anymore. Acting more like Chat Noir at first then, later a spoiled brat. His friends thought that he was finally rebelling against his father and encouraged it a lot.

Adrien started criticizing other people, strangers at first then to the people working on the photoshoots to his fans to his other school mates, people in his class and his friends. (The curse planted ideas into his head about what he should say and he said them all without thinking about the effect it has on other people)

People started avoiding him not liking his attitude and his comments about how they should behave and change something about them because he doesn’t like it that way and guilt-tripping them when he doesn’t get his way. Even Nino started to distance himself after he saw how Adrien talked to a fan.

The public thought it was a phase but as he got progressively worse, people started despising him. Adrien doesn’t realize this of course so far, happy that his father let him get away with ‘ruining the Agreste image.’ (Gabriel was worried about a potential vengeful ghost and making sure his wife didn't know about his stint as a supervillain. There was also the fact that the Afterlife made more sales than him again and managed to get on the cover of Vogue when he should have, dammit.) He was finally able to say what he wanted to without repercussions. Until he realized when Nino and everyone else cancelled for a hangout for the third time that week that he was slowly losing his friends.

He panics and tries to fix the situation. He didn’t want to be alone again.

He talks to Nino about it and to his horror, he couldn’t stop himself from saying many things that were a little hurtful. (Second part. The moment he realizes he is going to be alone. He is going to find out that yes, lies can hurt people. He is going to see it happen firsthand.)

Nino moved seats and told Adrien that their friendship was on hold until he apologized.

Soon, nearly every time his mouth opened, lies and insults about his friends or their embarrassing secrets came spilling out. Everyone hated him now and Mme. Bustier tried to give him a reprimand about his behaviour, which when he tried to defend himself, he found himself unable to speak.

He managed to explain to his father what caused his unpopularity by writing what happened to him. Unfortunately due to his poor behaviour before the second part of the curse was activated, his fan base was dwindling and people didn’t like him anymore so there was a hit on the Gabriel brand.

He no longer has to do modeling, clearing his schedule. But no one would spend time with him.

The best solution he could do with his predicament was to keep quiet and endure the loneliness and the glares of his classmates at school. Adrien was relegated to the back and nearly everyone avoided him. He was now a social pariah.

Even Lila avoided him because of her own curse which made Adrien turn into one of her previous victims. (She also didn’t ponder why Marinette rarely appears compared to the others.)

If Adrien felt a tiny bit remorseful or guilty for making Marinette keep quiet or betraying Ladybug, he can gain a little control over what he says.

The curse can be broken if he apologizes to Maria herself or to her grave.

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The first few months, while Marinette adapted to living with the Waynes, Jason stayed over at Wayne Manor because having Maria living with him at his apartment wasn’t a good idea and he had no clue how to take care of a teenage girl.

On paper she is adopted by Bruce because Jason can’t. (Some CPS reasons.)

Making Jason a little more salty towards Bruce. “I found her first. I called dibs.”

Brought Maria to meet the other Outlaws and they adopted her too. “Hey, guys. She’s my sister first.”

Jason was the one to teach her how to shoot a gun because he was ‘the most capable’ of teaching her.

The first few months were a little tense with Marinette not fully trusting them and the same with the rest of the Batfam.

Jason warmed her up a bit to him by telling a little of why he took her here.

He was also the one to book them flight to Paris with Bruce’s credit card so she can tell her friends that she wasn’t dead in person.

They bonded more after stopping some nefarious plot in Paris while they were there. Let’s say Gentleman Ghost and something involving the catacombs in Paris. (I watched some Batman: Brave and the Bold for childhood nostalgia.)

Kwamis were animal-shaped and they were interesting creatures to be around. And very very curious.

There was a stressful day for Maria when all the Kwamis decided to play hide and seek. Damian somehow got roped into helping her as the only available person in the Manor and he will deny that he enjoyed it.

Damian is the little brother she always wanted and she is more tolerable compared to his brothers. There is also the fact that she trusts him with the kwamis and deep down, he feels super-honoured. (I just love older sister!Mari)

Tim and her being insomniac/coffee buddies. There has been many many interventions to stop this.

I get that Marinette is this selfless person and loves making people happy but she has siblings now and them eating the stuff she made for herself to enjoy, should get on her nerves after a while.

She makes a box with booby-traps in which she puts in her cookies and food.

There are many different layers of traps because this is the Batfam and each of them is non-lethal and more ridiculous.

Okay, I once read a fic about Marinette making a bear-trap style box to hide the Miracle Box so this box is also like that but kept for food. (Traps and Sneaks by quicksilversquared)

Someone (I vote a hungry Dick or Jason, maybe a suspicious Bruce) made a mistake of putting their hand into the box and the first trap activated.

Screams filled the house.

Everyone came down including Marinette.

Bruce asked, “Who did this?”

“It was me.”

“Why?”

“They kept eating the cookies.”

“There are other ways to stop them from doing that you know like a ‘Do Not Touch’ sign not a death trap box.”

“They are non-lethal.”

Bruce locked it away but Tim later stole it to tweak it and store his coffee. ------ (Part 4)

#graveyard siblings #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #adrien salt #adrien bashing #platonic jasonette #platonic daminette

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spring troupe and gender neutral s/o watch horror movies

about time i finally write for this blog... i was hit with the image of masumi watching a horror movie with his s/o, thought how lovely it would be if there was content of that, then realized i have that power now

word count: 1,935

tags: established relationship, non-detailed mentions of horror themes (gore, monsters, etc)

sakuya sakuma

🌸 when the topic of a horror movie date first comes up, he’s a bit scared. he’s only seen a couple, one of which was for mankai play research.

🌸 when it’s actually showing, though, he’s pretty calm! the anticipation was the worst part, and he somehow doesn’t get scared even during the most terrifying movie of the year. he’s great at reminding himself it’s just fictional in the end

🌸 vampires? not scary. aliens? he thinks they’re cute! gore? well, yeah, it’s unnerving at first but it’s all fake, and once he reminds himself of that he’s fine

🌸 he gets scared at the littlest things though. there might be a continuity error where a knife is in its holder on the counter in one shot and then removed the next, and no one in the movie acknowledges it nor is it supposed to mean anything but he can and will psych himself out thinking about just what moved it

🌸 king of predicting plot twists! he might be very good at spotting continuity errors, but he’s even better at picking out little bits of foreshadowing and putting together the mystery

🌸 gets spooked the most by jumpscares. every time he squeaks a bit (on really bad ones he might scream) and every time he always does the same embarrassed sigh afterwards and goes to squeeze your hand to calm himself

🌸 psychological horror is definitely the best pick for sakuya. he thinks a lot about what’ll happen next in the movie and loves to discuss about movies with you regardless of the genre, so with thought-provoking psychological films it fits him like a glove

🌸 and hey, if things ever get too intense he loves b-list horror movies! he thinks the bad acting is endearing and always finds something to compliment even with the trashiest, corniest flick

🌸 if you ever get uncomfortable, he might commentate in the movie and try to poke fun at it- i mean, the killer clown is kind of funny! look how bright and colorful it is compared to the rest of the set! he keeps his voice light and sunny so you have something comforting to concentrate on

masumi usui

🎧 he loves the idea of horror night. cuddling with you, holding you protectively as the suspense rises, stealing kisses to distract you from the monster and erase your fear...

🎧 he’s only seen a few horror movies in his life, less than the fingers he has on one hand, but whatever. it’s a movie. it’s not real. if he got too immersed he could just tell himself it’s fake and be done with it.

🎧 spoiler alert: he didn’t.

🎧 masumi did not, and i repeat, did NOT expect to get so invested??? even if you’re scared, he’s definitely the most terrified

🎧 that’s not to say he’ll show it. he’s doing everything to keep a neutral face, and you’ll probably assume he’s holding to you tighter during the scary parts like he’s protecting you.

🎧 (it’s actually because you’re the one [1] thing grounding him. you’re protecting him, not the other way around! in hindsight, he likes being cared for even when he thought he’d be the one spoiling you, not the other way around. he just wishes it didn’t have to be during such a scary movie, that’s all)

🎧 will take his fear to the grave... unless you ask him directly about it. please hold him and tell him the monsters aren’t real, even though he’s a heavy sleeper he will stay up until 3 am, his mind reminding him how creepy the movie was every time he’s about to drift off

🎧 so does not fuck with ghosts, if he didn’t believe in them before he certainly does now. the poor guy looks up how to ward away spirits and ends up carrying around a salt packet on him for the next two weeks

tsuzuru minagi

📖 tsuzuru’s not exactly a horror fan. he claims it’s brainless and pointless

📖 (admittedly he’s a little scared of them, but he still thinks they’re dependent on shock alone, and have zero rewatch value since the writing is more focused on in-the-moment spooks than actual plot.)

📖 he’ll roll his eyes and tease you a little but eventually he’ll go along with watching a horror movie

📖 to psych himself out of his fear tsuzuru decides to watch them critically and note what plot points to do (or more likely not to do) for future plays

📖 this works out for the beginning but by the middle of the movie he’s enraptured. he can’t tell if it’s actually good or if it’s a car wreck he can’t help but watch

📖 does the corny move where he yawns and wraps an arm around you, and you’d almost buy it from his earlier cynicism but then the killer shows their face and he tenses up like hell and you just know

📖 gets embarrassed every time he’s scared- he even turns pink, and gets even redder if you try to hold his hand or cuddle him closer (even though there’s nothing he’d want more after something that creepy)

📖 by the end he’s got a few new ideas that might go to autumn or winter troupe’s latest plays, and admits okay, fine, maybe horror isn’t so pointless after all

itaru chigasaki

🎮 screw movies, you’re playing horror games instead!

🎮 most of itaru’s horror games are single-player, so one of you takes the controller while the other sits next to the player, but itaru’ll drape his arms around you from behind in a back hug the entire time you play

🎮 he doesn’t really shut up. the entire time, he’s either cracking a joke or trying to freak you out more, if only so he doesn’t get in his head and overthink the creepy atmosphere

🎮 asshole only quiets down when the game gets tense, and then suddenly puts his hands around your shoulders or neck to scare you. regardless if you fall for it or not, he always laughs at himself and just-so-happens to break the tension as a scary cutscene plays

🎮 still commentates when he’s the player, but gasps or jumps even at small atmospheric scares

🎮 itaru definitely overthinks the game. he gets super cautious over tiny details and makes the missions way harder than they should be since he keeps overestimating the enemy line of sight and how noisy the avatar is

🎮 if you happen to be playing a co-op horror it’s a constant “no u” battle over who should do the scariest tasks

🎮 “reader, we need to cleanse the room next. you should do it” “no, you should do it. you have the quartz item remember” “i can give it to you since you have the ghost ward” “the ghost ward doesn’t apply to this quest, besides, you’re better at this ghost attack quick time event than me” “no it does, and you’re more optimized” “i can just give the items to you-“ “no you should do it” “no you” “no you” “no you” “no y-”

🎮 you both lose

citron

🍋 citron loves horror movies! he thinks they’re... comforting?

🍋 turns out he’s only seen movies about cursed dolls and b-horror, which explains a lot- he loves dolls too much to be scared by them and he thinks b-list horror is hilarious- but he’ll still proudly proclaim he’s unflappable and swear to protect you from the bad guys

🍋 when you’re actually watching the movie you can’t tell if he’s faking his reactions or not. he’s very noisy

🍋 he gets scared enough during the gruesome and horrific scenes to hold you close and tight like a teddy bear, and during the worst of it he might muffle a scream by diving into the crook of your neck, obscuring his vision until the scene changes

🍋 and yet, he laughs at the next scene’s unrealism, and manages to poke enough fun at the movie that you giggle and his terror disappears, he loves your laugh way more than he can be afraid of monsters

🍋 can’t do gore for the life of him, but when it comes to the actual plot, he’s rather critical of characters acting dumb. he catches on to nonsensical writing quick, but usually asks you to clarify the plot holes before realizing that he found a loophole in the writing

🍋 whenever you’re scared and not even his goofy reactions and commentary can help, he plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, strokes your hair, and holds you close to his chest until the fear goes away. he’s surprisingly good at protecting you from the movie

🍋 after the movie he’ll say his country has a similar legend to the movie monsters, but he claims the legends are true in zafra, and zafrans have a very specific tradition to prevent the monsters from attacking them

🍋 the movie also gave citron the idea of creepily standing behind you silently until you turn around and get startled, or occasionally chanting in a strange, cultish language and pretending he didn’t say a thing, or making a doll with the same markings as the clown puppet from the movie...

🍋 citron continues to be even scarier than the actual horror movie, but can’t wait until the next horror night! maybe watching it was a bad idea after all...

chikage utsuki

🌙 chikage just doesn’t get the appeal of horror. it’s just a fake movie, why do people get so creeped out by terrible sfx and unrealistic monsters?

🌙 he’s seen scarier things than any werewolf pack, zombie outbreak, or witch coven can throw at him. if you insist on watching a scary movie, fine, he’ll be happy to let you sit on his lap, just don’t expect to creep him out as well, or else you’ll be sorely disappointed.

🌙 he analyzes the movie more than he watches it, but doesn’t speak up even though the fight scenes look pitiful. if this were real life, he’d sweep the whole brood of shambling monstrosities in record time and be back home in time for izumi’s curry

🌙 chikage runs his hands under your shirt whenever the monster’s on screen to scare you. it’s actually really creepy- his fingers are light and quick and always makes you flinch, even if you know it’s just your boyfriend

🌙 he’ll listen to your thoughts about the movie, but doesn’t have strong opinions himself. he thinks the scares are mediocre at best, even without considering his background, but won’t mention how unrealistic it was unless you mention it first.

🌙 psychological horror, however, is a whole different story

🌙 maybe chikage can’t get scared by generic spirit halloween monsters but once you introduce thought-provoking plot, questions and dilemmas, now he’s hooked

🌙 he really likes wondering if the protagonist is actually the good guy and making theories about the origins of the monsters and why they’re so destructive, even if he forgets about them once the movie’s over.

🌙 love love looooves the “the monsters were harmless creatures before humans dished out the first blow” trope. he knows how common it is, but there’s a lot of ways to go about it, especially on a subtextual level, and he just can’t get enough

🌙 the deeper the plot is, expect a longer conversation about the ins and outs of it. they get surprisingly thoughtful and introspective, even if chikage throws in a few bullshit stories related to the movie just to watch you squirm

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hoe-doroki · 3 years

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ana’s bnha x reader masterlist

first updated 11.17.20 last updated 07.13.21 desktop version found here bkdk masterlist: desktop | mobile

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Thanks for dropping by! I want to note that I no longer write x reader and instead am writing bakudeku shipfic. So! By all means, read, like, comment on my fics here! But I can't recommend that you follow me unless you like bakudeku. Hope you enjoy your time here regardless! <3

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ratings are bracketed: e.g. [g], [t], [m], [e]

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characters x reader: no ship (1), aizawa (2), bakugou (12), endeavor (1), iida (2), kaminari (1), kirishima (4), midoriya (7), shinsou (2), todoroki (19)

Everything is in alphabetical order <3

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2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort

The results are in and your class is all with you as you process the results

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Stress Relief | [e] | 3k | smut

There's a new regulation that forces you to take an extra class before you can graduate college. When you learn that Eraserhead is teaching the class, you’re a little more interested.

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Aizawa reminds that you were prepared for this and, together, you can handle it.

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You and Katsuki manage to make it to your parents' house for the holidays, but you've come down with a little cold.

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You.

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Bakugou thinks that people who wake up not remembering where they are are idiots. This is confirmed when it happens to him, head aching from a night of drinking. Idiot. But when he looks over, and sees you there, he realizes he doesn’t remember anything. So he has to gather the scattered pieces from the day before to figure out exactly how he ended up with you. Companion to Can’t Find My Breath

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Steel and Lace | [e] | 3.8k | smut

The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

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When the Smoke Clears | [e] | 17.4k | slow burn, smut

Soulmate AU. After his battle with Hawks against Hood, Endeavor wakes up in the hospital to find that a young doctor saved his life, their quirk being able to counteract the negative effects of his own. His first thought is that he has to talk to you–you might be able to fix the drawbacks of his quirk. His second thought is oh no, not again.

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Broken Glass | [g] | 1.8k | fluff, mild comfort

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 32

Happy Halloween to everyone! I hope that you enjoy this treat. Sorry this took so long to write out. This one took a few rewrites to get it where I wanted it to be.

Plus, Real life stuff got in the way So hopefully this will be a nice little treat for you all.

(Master Post)

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Marinette watched in horror as she watched her best friend struggle on the floor.

She dashed to her side, and tried to help Alya get that weird mask off her face.

“By all means go right ahead. Its already too late.” Masquerade laughed as she watched Marinette struggle. “Soon enough she will be helping me take you down.”

The designer pushed the words of the psychotic akuma out of her mind. She refused to let her friend get turned into a mindless drone like before.

“It wont come off!” Marinette grunted as she tried so hard to remove it.

Masquerade watched her bracelet, waiting for a change to occur.

Alya’s muffled screams and frantic movements stopped.

“Alya?”

Marinette jumped up as she watched her friend transform, her casual clothes transformed into a familiar black and white costume. The Wi-Fi symbol on her chest. Lady Wifi has returned.

Masquerade’s bracelet gained a new charm, one looking reminiscent of a cell phone.

“And now she is my friend.” The villain stated as she watched Marinette start stepping away from the enslaved akuma.

“Alya… you need to fight it. You can’t let her control you.”

“Sorry Marinette, but Alya is unable to answer.” Masquerade mocked. “But I can take a message for you.”

Lady wifi stood silent, like an inactive robot, awaiting orders from its master. The inner machinations of the mind are not shown with the emotionless white mask covering her face.

Marinette turned her eyes toward the mask themed akuma, anger burning in her pupils.

“Let her go Lila. Let them all go before things get serious. Your plan will fail, Ladybug and Chat noir will arrive and beat the akuma out of you. Then you will have to answer for this too.”

Masquerade’s smile faded when she saw the fierce look. Marinette was not a sniveling mess, she actually looked even more defiant then before!

“Acting all high and mighty. I think I will enjoy turning you into my helpless puppet next.”

Masquerade lifted her hand towards Marinette, waiting to unmask her deepest secrets, and break her down.

“When I get a peek at what is hiding behind all of that fake courage, it will all come crashing down. Now let’s see your greatest secrets.”

Marinette looked around, trying to think of something. If Lila figured out her big secret, it was over. Ladybug would be exposed. She needed a way out, until she noticed something. Masquerade wasn’t doing anything.

“Huh?”

Marinette was perplexed by the akuma simply standing there.

“Ummm... are you going to do it now or...”

“Why can’t I see your secrets? My powers should allow me to see what you’re hiding and allow me to exploit it. It worked on everyone else I used it on, why not you?”

“Maybe I just don’t have any secrets to hide.” Marinette commented, watching with a bit of satisfaction as the akuma’s smug look shift.

Masquerade felt her frustration and anger boil at the comment. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Hawkmoth!” She cried out in rage.

A purple butterfly outline popped out.

“What is it?” The dark voice connected in her head.

“Why can’t I read Marinette’s secrets?” Masquerade angrily questioned.

“What?”

“Her secrets! I was able to zero in on everyone else I’ve used the ability on. Why does it not work on her!? Of all people I want this power to work on!”

Marinette felt both concerned and a bit flattered that she was the one Lila wanted to defeat the most. It was sort of mutual.

“Your power works on anyone I’ve akumatized, regardless of who it is.” The butterfly villain communicated.

“So… your saying you didn’t akumatize her before? How is that possible?”

“I haven’t gotten to every single person in Paris.”

“You’ve akumatized that stupid pigeon man 26 times! How have you not gotten everyone!?”

“Paris is a big city, even if I akumatized someone every day, I doubt I would have hit 1/10th of the population. Besides, it takes strong negative emotions for me to send out an akuma. And that man seems to just be the easiest target for it. “ Hawkmoth defended himself. “Its not like I WANT to akumatize him every other day.”

“Unbelievable!”

“Just get the miraculous. That is your focus, the girl can wait for later.”

Masquerade’s butterfly outline dispelled as hawkmoth was finished with that conversation.

“Well that sucks. I guess I can just go back to plan A. Having you watch as I turn everyone against you... aren't here. What!”

Masquerade frantically looked around for the teen she had been antagonizing and found that she was no longer in the same spot. In fact, she was no longer in the office!

Marinette had decided to slip away from the akuma while she was having her little tantrum to the evil butterfly man.

“Why didn't you do something!” She shouted at Lady Wifi.

“You did not give me an order.” Lady Wifi answered robotically.

Masquerade glared at the akuma servant. She would almost think it was rebelling against her.

“Even as a mindless servant you still find a way to ruin things.”

She looked around and noticed the other akuma in the room that was still on the floor.

“Dark Owl get up!”

The owl themed akuma got up from the floor. Removing parts of the broken pot from his costume.

Masquerade snapped her fingers. Catching the attention of Dark Owl and Lady Wifi.

“Both of you, I want Marinette brought back to me right now! I want to make sure she stays quiet and sees everything we have set up. I don’t need her causing trouble.”

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“…and that is everything.” A young woman said with a mixture of relief and excitement. She had finally finished setting everything up in the school infirmary. She had organized the files, restocked the bandages, changed the sheets on the resting cots, and put her personal decals on the desk. She was starting her first day as the school nurse, and things have been going up.

She put herself back out there and started dating Curtis, the sweet guy she met last week despite what would’ve normally been a deal breaking misunderstanding, she got into the med school program she wanted to get into and will be attending part time, and she managed to get a job at the school she went to when she went to Lycee.

She heard a ding from the front of the nurse’s office just as she was about to sit down.

“First student of the day. I better see what they need.”

She exited the small office area in the infirmary to see a blonde student who was clearly impatient

“What is taking so long!?” The teen shouted.

“Hello there. How can I help you?”

The blonde looked up a bit to see the nurses smile, she rolled her eyes.

“Who the hell are you? Isnt there supposed to be a different woman here?”

“If you are referring to the previous school nurse, she retired officially last week. I am the new school nurse. You can call me Nurse Angela.”

Angela never really liked using her last name, it made her sound old. So, she would be fine with the kids calling by her first name. It also helps with psychology, allowing more for a social dynamic based on mutual respect rather than authority.

“Whatever.”

Angela felt a twinge of frustration at the girl’s dismissal. But she kept her smile.

“And you are?”

The teen smirked.

“Chloé Bourgeous. And before you ask, yes, the daughter of the mayor.”

Angela felt a shiver go down her spine. She remembered from what the previous nurse told her. That Chloé was the mayor’s bratty daughter who would use her father’s influence to get anyone fired if she got angry enough.

‘That at least explains her rude attitude. She is a spoiled Brat.’

Angela was not going to let this bother her. She was going to take it in stride. She would be kind and courteous as she planned to be with any student at the Dupont.

“So, Chloé. What brings you here?”

Chloé walks in.

“My chair broke because someone sabotaged my chair. I ended up bruising my… anyway I need some ice, and anything to numb the pain.”

“My goodness! That sounds terrible. Who would do such a thing?”

“It was probably Marinette, that nasty little rat. Adding insult to injury now that she is dating Adrien.”

Nurse Angela moved to get some ice from the freezer for the bruised bottom of the Mayor’s daughter, listening to the girl vent. She was sure that whoever this Marinette girl was, probably didn’t do it. And if somehow, she did, it was likely because the annoying blonde deserved it. But that was not something Angela felt was worth mentioning. She kept that bit to herself.

“She is probably blackmailing my adrikins with something. There is no way he would be dating her without some sort of reason.”

“Is it possible that maybe he just likes her?” Angela inquired as she presented the bag of ice to Chloé.

Chloé looked at the nurse as if she had just told her that she had 3 eyes and a scorpion tail.

“Adrien liking Marinette?! That is ridiculous, Utterly ridiculous! There is no way that Adrien would…”

Chloé felt her mind flash through moments. Adrien and Marinette about to kiss for that movie, Adrien and Marinette dancing at her party? The photos she found of them running from fans, that kiss at the picnic during heroes’ day. Adrien taking Marinette to that interview instead of her… The stubborn blonde felt as if everything clicked into place.

“Chloé? Is everything okay?” The nurse called out, trying to get the spaced-out teen’s attention.

“He might actually LIKE her!”

Chloé felt her own skin crawl as she made her realization.

Angela didn’t know how to respond to this situation.

“I am going to straighten Adrien out right now! I am not going to let him make such a foolish mistake!”

The nurse could tell this could be bad if the mayor’s daughter was so heated, what if she got this innocent girl expelled? If she stood by and did nothing then her time at the school would be internally marked with the regret of not stopping such a potential disaster.

“Wait, Miss Bourgeois.”

Chloé stopped.

“What is it?”

“I… I just noticed that you’re limping. The injury might be more serious than you think. Let me have a look at it closer before you leave.”

The mayor’s daughter would simply have left without a second thought. But having a limp would make her walk much less dignified and lacking the power she needs to intimidate, but mainly that she would look lame with a limp.

“Alright, just make it quick.”

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“I don’t get why you felt the need to leave.” The cat kwami rolled his eyes. “If you want to be rebellious Adrien, we could leave the school and head to the movies. Though if we do, you should invite your girlfriend.”

“Plagg, this isn’t about rebellion or future date ideas. Something isn’t right with this whole situation. I just want to sneak a peek in the office, make sure Marinette and Alya get their story out, and then I am headed right back to class. No problem.” Adrien summarized as they kept walking.

Plagg noticed someone headed their way and went to hide in Adrien’s pocket.

Adrien took notice that it was his homeroom teacher. Perhaps he could ask her.

“Hey Ms.Bustier. Can I ask you a quick question?”

The red headed teacher walked past the teen without acknowledging his question. Her eyes focused on what was ahead.

“That’s weird… She would always stop to help a student.”

Adrien could feel that his favorite teacher may have been affected by something sinister.

“Ms.Bustier, can you hear me out for a second?” He asked as he touched her shoulder to try and get her attention.

The mirage of her appearance shifted from the homeroom teacher to the stylized patchwork costume of a familiar akuma enemy.

Adrien was surprised to see the true form of the imposter. The kiss zombie maker, Zombizou.

The akuma turned to show the face mask that hid her face. Her attention was now firmly on the boy, whether he wanted it or not.

Adrien backed away, nervously keeping his eyes on the teacher as he carefully backed up.

“You know, I think I will just ask someone else.”

Adrien took down the next hall running.

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Masquerade reclined in her chair, her frustration was growing as she wondered what was taking those two minions she sent out to capture Marinette so long.

“They shouldn’t be having that much difficulty. She is just one person!”

She heard a ring, and knew her sentimonster was trying to contact her.

“What is it Simulare?”

“The illusion I had on Zombizou was broken. Someone is on to us, and the minion is in pursuit.”

Masquerade felt a headache forming. She didn’t have time for a wild goose chase. She needed to move on to phase two of her plan, making her army of akuma.

“Track down Marinette and this other person that found out about Zombizou, keep them busy as long as possible. I am going to move on to phase two. Make sure no one is on to us.”

“Understood. I’ll get them back in the office and make sure neither of them escape.”

“Good”

Masquerade ended the call and felt her head ease a bit. The sentimonster she was given was obedient and competent. It was based on her mindset, so it would make sense that it would be capable of handling this problem.

“Now, let’s get that army.”

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“Give me a break.” Marinette muttered to herself.

She thought she would have time to transform once she escaped the office, but the two akuma were right out of the office before she had time to make sure everything was clear.

In her rush she cut a corner down a hallway and ended up colliding with another person.

“Ouch.” They cry out in unison, both looking to realize who they bumped into. Their faces turned to relief.

“Marinette!” “Adrien!”

The two called out in unison.

“Why are you running?” “Why are you running?”

“An akuma!” “An akuma!”

“An akuma?” “An akuma?”

They both look behind the other to notice the incoming akumas approaching them.

“As cute as this is, we need to go.”

Adrien Grabs Marinette’s Hand and they both head to the open area and try to get to the main entrance.

‘I need to get Adrien somewhere safe, then I can go transform into Ladybug.’ Marinette thought to herself, unaware that Adrien was thinking the same thing.

They make quick movements down hallway, moving up and down staircases to confuse their pursuers. They managed to give them the slip as the controlled akuma seemed to not be able of basic reasoning and quick fake outs and movements.

The two make their way down to what appeared to be the front of the school.

“The entrance!” Marinette called out. “Okay, we split up at the entrance and try to get help. They can’t catch us both.”

The run to the entrance only for them to stop short, colliding with some invisible wall.

It was only after making contact did the front entrance of the school shift back into a wall. The layout of the entire school seemed to shift instantly. The school had been put under an illusion to trick them into thinking they were escaping.

“It’s an illusion. Which means Lila must be involved with that group of akumas.” Adrien exclaimed.

“More like she is the cause. She is the one controlling the akumatized mask wearers. She got the Principal and Alya.”

“Wait, does this mean that Lila’s power is to make akuma!?”

“From what I saw, she can only akumatize people that have been akumatized before using her face masks. You haven’t been akumatized right?” Marinette questioned.

“No, and since she didn't get you, you haven't either right?”

“Yea, though I have had a few close calls.”

“So, if Lila’s power is akumatizing people, what akuma made this illusion on the school?”

“That would be me.” A third voice calls out.

The two turned to look and see a familiar fox themed villain smiling confidently.

“Volpina!”

“Not exactly.”

The Volpina impersonator looked around to see if the other akumatized servents were going to arrive.

“Seems you both are quite clever when it comes to annoying Mistress Masquerade.”

“Masquerade?”

“That’s what Lila’s calling herself.”

“Oh... cause of the masks.”

The villain rolls her eyes, encapsulating the personality of the arrogant volpina that it was pretending to be.

“Masquerade realizes that you two are both quite difficult to snag with mindless servants, so she requested I handle this.”

“No, you won’t.” Marinette grabs Adrien’s Hand and tries to run away only for the Faux Fox to flip in front of them

“Yea, I am not letting you out of my sight. Now be good and come along peacefully.”

Adrien moves in front of Marinette.

“Go, I’ll hold her off.”

“But…”

“Go. I trust you.” Adrien smiles as he looks to her for a moment.

Marinette wanted to stay and fight with him, but she knew that she needed to go and transform. Ladybug will be needed before this blows up.

“I’ll get help.”

Marinette runs away from the two as fast as she can. Adrien making sure to block the way should their foe get any ideas.

“She won’t get far, she will get captured before she even gets a chance.”

Adrien shook his head.

“You would be surprised with how just how amazing Marinette is.”

Marinette rushed out of sight and into the closest bathroom, quickly making sure it was a safe place to transform.

“Coast is clear. Time for Ladybug to step in.”

“Let’s hope we can get to Adrien in time before things get worse.” Tikki commented.

“Don't worry, I trust he’ll be okay. Tikki! Spots on!”

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“Can you believe it Juleka?” The peppy perfume enthusiast squealed. “Marinette and Adrien are finally an item.”

“Yes, I was there rose.” Juleka commented with an eye roll and a smile.

“I know! I am just so happy for them both.” Rose calms herself a bit. “Though… how will your brother take it?”

The purple haired teen reflected on the comment.

“It will be an adjustment, but I am sure Lulu will be fine once he gets a couple songs out of it.”

“I’ll be sure to be supportive.”

Juleka patted Rose’s head, smiling sweetly at the blonde’s caring attitude. She decided now would be a good time to spring that surprise on her. She was planning on showing her during lunch, but since Ms.Bustier wasn’t in class. Now would be the perfect time to show Rose the earrings she got her.

She casually reached into her bag, sliding her hand into her lunch bag, trying to find the earring box, only to notice it not there. Her hand moved frantically searching.

“Is something wrong?” Rose inquired, a bit of concern on her face.

“No, nothing. Nothing is wrong, just…” Juleka dismissed as she kept searching only to know for certain that her gift was not in there.

“Are you sure?”

“I just need do something really quick.”

She quickly grabbed her phone and calmly while hoping that her brother would see her text.

In her quick movement, she failed to notice the door of the classroom opening.

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“Psst, Luka. Luka!” A dark-haired teen whispered, trying to get the attention of the teal-tipped hair guitarist that was hiding his sleeping face with an open science book.”

“Hmm?” The tired teen responded with his eyes still closed. He was barely awake. He had been up all night working on that new song that was stuck in his head. He could still hear it playing in his thoughts as he tried to shake himself awake.

“Your phone vibrated, seemed important.”

“Oh, thanks Theo.” He moved his hand to take a look at his phone.

The science teacher was rambling on about molecules or something, clearly unaware of how disinterested everyone in the class was with his boring lecture.

Luka looked through to see a few text messages from his sister.

‘Hey, can you check your lunch to see if there is a jewelry box in there? Rose’s gift is in there.’

‘If you find it, can you swing by around your free period to bring it to me?’

Luka quickly snuck his hand into his backpack and sure enough he felt the small box. He was about to text a response. But stopped when he read the last two texts.

‘Sh*t there is an akuma in the class!’

Luka’s eyes shot open, his sister was in danger. Which also meant his band was also in danger. He needed to get there.

He shot up from his chair. And started making his way to the door.

“Mr.Couffaine, where do you think you’re going?”

“Family emergency.”

The science teacher was about to tell the young boy to wait until his parent calls, but he remembered who is mother was and what she did the last time he held up her kid when Anarke wanted to pick him up early. The teacher proceeded to held back his response.

“Proceed. Just be sure to get the notes from today’s lesson.”

Luka was out the door before the teacher could finish.

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A car speeds down the road, the driver cursing to herself as she tries to move faster.

‘Get in, get Adrien, and get out before everything hits the fan.’

Nathalie mentally repeated to herself. She knows that pushing herself too hard was also dangerous. She couldn't risk feeling weak right now.

The driver slammed the break as she arrived at the school. She needed to hurry. She parked the car and opened the door.

“Lets hope that this akuma hasn't gotten to Adrien yet.”

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Ms. Bustier’s class had diverted all their attention to the costumed individual in the front of the classroom. The eerie masks that adorned her costume seemed to unsettle everyone.

Juleka put her phone away and joined in on what everyone was staring at

Alix was the one to say what was on everyone’s mind.

“Who the f*** are you?”

The akuma smirked.

“Excellent, a volunteer.”

Raising her hand and pointing towards Alix, her charm bracelet began to glow.

“Interesting, seems that you have quite a soft spot for cute things.”

The class turned to look at Alix with confusion.

Alix kept her cool.

“And? Is there a point?” Alix rolled her eyes, ignoring the akuma’s attempt to get under her skin. It would take more than that to actually do anything to her.

“You pretend you have this ‘Devil may care’ attitude, that you are too cool to care about what people think, but really you are more obsessed with how people perceive you than anyone else in here.”

Alix felt her smirk falter for a second.

“You are really sensitive about your height and anytime someone brings it up you are in a bad mood for the rest of the day. But what really gets to you is your ‘Family’. You hate how your brother is a laughing stock because of his crackpot theories and your greatest fear is that no matter how much you try to be this punk rebel, you will always be cast as ‘The Conspiracy nut’s sister’.”

“Shut up! You don’t know my life!” Alix yelled.

“Not so fun getting exposed, is it?”

The class realized immediately who this mysterious akuma was.

Masquerade smiled as she flung a mask right at the pink haired teen. Causing her to fall down. And struggle to get the mask off, but before anyone could help her. It was too late.

The class could only watch in horror as their classmate transformed into their Akuma persona. Before standing up.

The class tried to make a break for it. They knew full well the dangers of this new akuma.

“Timebreaker, guard the door.”

The akuma skated to the door and everyone jumped back. They knew that touching Timebreaker was not a good idea.

“Lila, this isn’t cool. Let Alix go.” Nino called out.

The Mask akuma shook her head.

“Lila is not a thing anymore. She was unmasked and dismissed. But now I have a new mask, I’m Masquerade. Soon enough, you will all be unmasked and given a new mask that better suits you. Alya knows that very well.”

Nino’s his eyes flared at the statement.

“What did you do to my girl?”

Masquerade pointed her hand at him just as her charm bracelet glowed, now with a rollerblade charm added to it.

“The same thing I am about to do to all of you.”

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Will the rest of the class fall victim to Masquerade’s evil plan? Will Ladybug be able to save Adrien from the Sentimonster? Will Nathalie get to Adrien before its too late? Will I ever update consistently?

Fine out all these questions and more in the next part.

Thank you all for reading the most recent addition to Soulmate Survey.

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hellisheuphoria · 4 years

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Chapter 1: Recluse.

In which the MC relives the memory of their death every night since it happened, followed by confusion of their feelings towards Belphegor and his brothers- and whether or not they will truly get over their hiraeth.

[I’m on mobile, so I apologise for weird formatting. Also, this chapter itself contains scenes depicting violence and trauma, so read at your own risk <3. I’m sorry for any mistakes, and I’ve also written this on my AO3, my username is ‘impendingcorruption’.]

”To think that I’d be saved by a human...!”

Belphegor snickered, a sort of amusement flowing through him at the thought of being rescued by you, a mere human.

He laughed again, practically drowning in his joy. “It really is ironic!” You shifted slightly, uncomfortable in his sudden happiness, which was rather quite suspicious.

He stopped and turned to you, his attention focused on you solely. Revisiting it now, it may have been the look of a predator looking down upon their prey.

”In any event, MC, all I can do is thank you.” He smiled brighter, “Now I can finally achieve what I set out to do!”

Then he opened his arms wide, signalling you for a hug. That very action diminished any flame of suspicion or doubt you had on him- a decision that you would soon come to regret.

Happily enough, you accepted his hug- feeling absolutely content and prideful at the fact that you had managed to let him out of the attic- whether it was really you or not.

He then sighed, his chin on your shoulder. “Ah... this really brings back memories. This feeling...” His body then went rigid slightly, as though he attempted to keep a sort of coldness to him. “I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve touched a human?”

The air shifted dramatically, your brain slowly gearing into fight or flight mode.

”So, MC...”

His attire changed completely. The air turned cold and frosty, replicating the aura coming off of him as he suddenly let go of you, slightly pushing you back- away from him. You cowered slightly at his dramatic change of personality.

His form shifted, horns protruded out of his head and his clothes resembled those of a cow, with a gold horseshoe on his right side and a cow design sporting his left. A tail violently blew behind him, as though he was ready to attack and agitated.

“...How can I express how I’m feeling right now? What can I do?” He looked at you with a look so cold that you swore you would have just froze over.

Then once again, he changed. He switched personalities. He laughed like a madman, like a sociopath- like someone who relished the look of you in fear, cowering and shaking. But he was, he definitely was. You could see it in his eyes, damn it.

And then, you were pinned to the wall, with one of his hands holding you in place by your throat, your toes barely touching the ground. A black, misty sort of aura became oh so visible around him, making itself violently clear to you.

“You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren’t you?” His head shook in a sort of disapproval, but you could tell he enjoyed it. He loved this feeling of empowerment. The air no longer reached your lungs and you feebly attempted to call for help.

“You’re so stupid that I can’t help but laugh. Don’t blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.” His eyes because glassy and glazed over, like he wasn’t there anymore.

His claws dug deeply into your throat that you swore you could feel blood in your damn lungs. He gripped harder, only to throw you into the ground like a piece of trash.

Your head hit first, blood dripped from your forehead and breathing was so hard that you were gasping for it, begging in your mind for somebody to save you from this monster.

Your vision glazed over and tears gushed down your cheeks due to your helplessness and fear. You wanted to call for help, but your throat ached so bad that any attempt to talk felt like molten nails were being scraped down your throat.

You raised your head and feebly attempted to crawl away, but Belphegor clamped his shoe on your back and held you down, then he raised his leg and kicked your back hard enough to the point where he either severely bruised you or fractured your spine.

”If you die, the exchange program will be ruined, and Diavolo’s reputation will be in tatters.”

He didn’t consider you a person with feelings, he only considered you a pawn for him to break and cause havoc against the three realms with.

“I hate humans, you see. I hate them more than anything in the three worlds.”

He propped you up against the wall and kneeled in front of you as you moaned in absolute misery and pain. You swore that he was only a few seconds away from breaking your spine and rendering you unable to move.

He gripped your face tightly, his claws digging into your soft skin and copper dripped down your cheeks, mingling with your tears as you waited for him to put an end to you.

His hand wrapped around your shoulder, then smashed it against the wall as your arm lay limp and paralysed.

With both hands on each side of your face, he continued.

”Hehe, does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must feel very unpleasant.”

He smacked the back of your head on the wall, a horrible feeling of liquid made your hair sticky and a strange shade of red.

“I have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this...” He stared at you, a sadistic smile on his lips.

”...Why, it’s so much fun that I can barely stand it! I... I can’t contain the laughter!”

And with his horrible, amused laugh ringing in your ears, you succumbed to a dreamless sleep.

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You woke up with a start, your chest heaving and your heart felt as though it were in pain. It hurt to breathe and tears gushed out like waterworks. It was surprising you didn’t scream as you woke up.

Sobs barely escaped your lips as your body shook with the intensity of your dream- rather, nightmare. There was barely any light peeking in from your bare window so you assumed it was late into the night, probably midnight.

Tear stains were everywhere on your pillow and your bed was rough and tousled. Your hands shook violently as they touched all the parts you were brutally injured with in your dream.

It still felt as though you were choking, even if you really weren’t. The weight of your emotions made your chest feel heavier than it should have, and you pondered if putting up a facade for your emotions was really possible at this point.

After you came back to life and you found out about your heritage, all did seem right for a while. Belphegor never really did apologise, but back then you let it go for the sake his brothers. They had only just got him back.

But in the back of your mind, you still had a sort of fear of Belphegor brewing in your head. Even if that was a different version of you, you still had those horrible memories.

And a few weeks later, when all had calmed down, the nightmares began. It would all feel so real until you woke up violently and thrashing around, defending yourself from someone that wasn’t there.

Everything had changed, and it hurt. You missed waking up early in the mornings and enjoying breakfast. You missed the happiness and contentment you felt having a life with everyone. With Lucifer too, even though he scared you.

You mourned the loss of your old life, a sort of homesickness becoming ever so stronger in your everyday life.

You hadn’t noticed before, but things were just so much more tiring as of late.

The nightmares had such a toll on you that you just couldn’t wake up on time before. Dark circles positioned themselves under your eyes for what seems like forever. It was bad enough that even Belphegor winced seeing them.

Life felt so much more dreary and not worth it. Breakfast would not stay in your stomach, and you could barely look at Belphegor or even stay in the same room as him.

And yet, nobody noticed or cared. They didn’t care about how you felt from dying at the hands of Belphegor, or how it felt to just watch your other self disappear in Mammon’s arms.

Heck, Beel would probably have no problem with remaining oblivious as long as it meant that he’d have Belphegor back. Everyone seemed like that, too. Lucifer was even getting along with him a bit more than usual.

And you just didn’t have it in your heart to crush that for them. God, no. You loved them way too much.

So you tried to cry as silently as you could, gripping yourself with your head on your knees as you silently cried for the loss of yourself and the misery that became a part of your life from since then. Who were you to ruin that? Certainly not yourself, a mere human. They’d never understand anyway.

Human life spans were only a blip on their radar. They would live for thousands of more years to come, and you would be gone in a matter of decades.

A knock on your door shook you awake from your thoughts.

”Hey, MC? I’m coming in.”

In horror and complete surprise, you lay down on your bed and tried your best to make it look like you were sleeping.

The doorknob turned and a figure came in. Judging by the voice, you recognised him, Belphegor.

Still red eyed, with your nose sniffling and face a mess, you hid as much as you could and pretended to sleep as he came ever so closer to you.

He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and shook you slightly, “I know you’re not asleep, cut the act.” Your heart lurched as you opened your eyes and could see him standing in front of you.

He was holding his signature pillow, the one with a cow based design on it, and a laptop with a CD.

”MC, if you can’t sleep, do you want to watch a movie with me? I could hear you moving around, even from my room!” He chuckled slightly, a smile on his face. He looked different than how he was from his dream. He looked calmer not, but you were still deathly afraid of him.

Speechless, you shook your head as your body shook from being in such close proximity to him. You didn’t wanna be near him, especially not now.

As cold and as not cold you could be, you replied, ”No, I- I don’t. Please just go, I’m tired.” You could barely push the words out as your voice was raspy and your throat hurt, looking away from him.

His eyes narrowed in observation, “You look like you’ve been crying. Are you okay?” He tried to hold your hand, but then realised just how shaky it was.

”MC, seriously, are you okay?” He tried again, but you snatched your hand away and moved back, as far away from him as you could.

”Just go! Leave me alone!” You sniffled, your eyes darting everywhere but not on him. “I just wanna be alone. I don’t want you here... please.”

He was shocked at your sudden outburst, still standing there in disbelief as he nodded his head and tried to get a better look at you, but all you did was turn away, hiding your face in your hands.

He walked away, still holding his belongings in either hand as he left the room, not speaking a word. He stood outside your door for a second but then walked away. Thank goodness.

But then you realised how awkward it would be when you would have to face him at breakfast tomorrow. And what if he told Beel? Oh no.

You slapped yourself slightly, ashamed of what you had done. You just had to go ahead and ruin it, didn’t you? Now they’ll be asking you if you’re okay, smothering you in affection that you didn’t want.

Scolding yourself, you lay down once more and anxiety built up in your chest as you thought of tomorrow. What if they all start ignoring you because you can’t get along with Belphegor? What if Beel became uncomfortable with you because of Belphegor? What if everyone did?

That would mean that.. that you would have no one. That everyone would leave you behind and you would be forgotten. No friends, no family. And in the devildom, where demons are constantly looking to take your soul, that’s a horrible situation, if you were ever to find yourself in there.

What if you just let them eat you? You wouldn’t be much of a burden or home wrecker as you are now. And they probably wouldn’t even bat an eye. But then again, Lucifer wouldn’t want to have Diavolo’s exchange program ruined. Imagine the atrocity!

The walls felt so much more constricting now, in your room. The air felt hard to breathe and your body refused to listen to you. You were just so... tired from everything.

With a final glance at the time, you closed your eyes. Only a few more hours until you would have school. And that would be all the time you would need to imagine yourself in your original timeline, living a happy life. If only.

The world disappeared, and so did you, clutching onto your dreams as the way out of your own living nightmare.

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Ducktales Final Four: The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck Review! or The Batman Trial Episode but with Ducks, Sharks, And the Fonz

Hello all you happy people and welcome to the penultimate Ducktales review... for season 3 anyway. I still have most of season 1, all of season 2 (I did cover one but I’ll probably redo it), the tie-in comics, the 87 series, and even then i’ll never really be done with ducks between all the scrooge comics and other duck related shows like Darkwing Duck and Quack Pack. But as far as covering the show as it comes out as i’ve done for the past year, that’s’ts almost done. It’s honestly just starting to hit as I type this: this is the second to last episode. After next week while there’s always fan fiction (And I certainly aim to contribute to that), a possible Darkwing Duck Reboot under frank (though that’s in doubt) where they could show up, and a movie down the road given what we saw with Phienas and Ferb and the show’s popularity it’s still not the same as getting these well animated, well crafted adventures every week with breaks or the ocasional entire week of them. The show won’t go on, and whatever happens with the property next is a mystery no amount of ducks can solve.

So with all that in mind naturally this episode is a breather episode: It’s not unimportant: like the rest of the season it ties off a lot of loose ends, adds in some stuff we didn’t know we wanted, and in general feels necessary like every episode this season. It’s something I credit the season for immensley: They knew this would probably be it so while they had more stories to tell, they made sure if these were their last, to leave no loose ends. And outside of ones they just never wanted to address in the first place like “What happened to Donald’s parents”, “Why was every trace of Della missing despite Scrooge’s search for her having just ended”, and “What did Della thing of the decades long seperation”, they’ve tied up pretty much all of them except for FOWL and what Beakly was lying about, and I feel both are about to ducktail into one another int he finale. Could be wrong but I applaud them for tying off almost every loose end and character arc by this episode that isn’t related to FOWL in some way. Not every show can do that: She Ra was a masterpiece but still had a few things like Scorpia and Catra’s broken relationship, Hordak’s reformation and Adora’s Parents just left up in the air due to time constraints, Steven Universe ONLY got to go back and answer a lot of questions because they were lucky enough to get an epilogue mini series, and Star Vs... was not as good as either show by the end and by the finale about 80% of things it’d brought up all had the following answer:

My point is it’s VERY hard, even when you know the end is coming to tie everything up in a neat bow. And I can’t know how good the finale be or how satsifying it will be but given how well this season’s wrapped everything up so far, i’m betting on immensely. But we can talk about that when it finally comes around next week. For now we have a trial episode to talk about that’s mostly good.. mostly. See why the mostly under the cut as I discuss and recap the episode with full spoilers. Count it down!

We open in the Mansion, where a bunch of tribble like Fuzzy creatures are running amok. Unsuprisingly, Scrooge bought one for Louie as a pet to teach him responsiblity.. again. And once again he instead turned into a get rich quick scheme, didn’t read the manual and now they have an infestation.

ONCE AGAIN, Louie is written like he’s barely changed at all in the past three seasons. Anyone whose been following my reviews regularly knows this has been a pet peeve of mine for the entire season. Despite having an ENTIRE arc about Louie growing as a character and learning the human cost of his scheming and to use his angle seeing talent’s wisely, the writers keep writing him as if he learned nothing. I went back to track it and while not as often as it felt I noticed a few things. The first is that it WASN’T like this for the first half of the season. No really. He even learns brand new lessons in The Trickening and Louie’s Eleven. Granted he also exploits his uncle in Louie’s Eleven but that’s mostly played for laughs.. still not a great bit but not a major part of the episode.

So he was fine for the first act of the season... but then for whatever reason from Let’s Get Dangerous onwards (Again I don’t count the Christmas episode as both of those are meant to slot in anywhere and chronologically take place before this season for the timeline to make any sense), he’s just...

He’s utterly insufferable in his small parts of the first half of Let’s Get Dangerous! as he berates Huey for daring to look a gifthorse int he mouse.. even though everytime he’s seemingly got something for nothing or minimal effort it’s backfired and it’s something that seeemd to stick with “The Richest Duck in the World!”. He’s fine in Impossibin and alright in split sword as while he clearly hadn’t learned lying isn’t the best policy we at least got a good story out of it. He then went right back to obnoxious with New Gods on the Block where he, EPISODES AFTER THE SOLEAGEO FISACO again thinks an easy way out is the right way, and has NO guilt over possibly killing a bunch of people with his gold powers and in fact is disapointed he dosen’t get to keep a living being turned to gold!. He spents all of Fight for Castle McDuck being a huge dick to Huey AGAIN iwth no lesson, and now has yet another family endagering get rich quick scheme he feels no remorse about.

I will admit when I”m wrong and I DID think it was in way more of the season than I thought. And let’s face it in real life personal issues don’t just go away and you can sometimes slide back, i’ve done it way too many times and i’m not proud of it. We’re only human. But this isn’t real life, this is cartoon ducks. And cartoon duck wise most character development has stuck or if a bad trait’s come back it’s been in a new way. Webby is still trusting, but knows how the world works now and while idolizing scrooge dosen’t think he’s perfect anymore. Huey is no longer a skpetic towards the super natural and hasn’t forced a party on anyone. Dewey hasn’t craved other people’s love or thought he needed to earn his mom’s love again. And that’s just the other kids. They aren’t the same people theyw ere going in, neither is Louie. So it’s grating when an episode acts like h’es exactly the same, let alone almost a fifth of the season.

What makes it even worse though is that he had an ENTIRE STORY ARC dedicated to learning some of these lessons already. With the others if one episode were forgotten i’d let it slide as it happens with tv, i’m used to it. It’s not a great look but it happens. Mistakes happen again we’re all human. But you can’t act like an entire arc of a series didn’t exist. While they ignore Della’s history somehow being hidden for the rest of the show they don’t ignore that Dewey spent a whole season looking for her, as he never hides something like that from his brothers again nor do they, and he’s out of them the biggets mama’s boy. While they did take a while to adress Lena, partly because the episode got pushed back, they didn’t act like season 1 never happened and she was still working for her aunt. Della still isn’t on the moon and Owlson still isn’t working for glomgold. Actions. Have. Consequences. That’s the whole point of this episode, but they act like none of it got through to louie and it makes his arc feel like a giant waste in hindsight. This episode even feels like it was SUPPOSED to be in that arc: Louie is back to his season 2 characterization, Scrooge is actively trying to mentor him again.. it just feels really out of place as our second to last episode in that way and drags it down a bit.

Thankfully after Scrooge bars the door, and possibly leaves everyone to their deaths but he presumably has enough faith in the kids, the twins and Beakley to take care of it, he gets a summons to court.. and gets kidnapped. He and Louie are whisked away to a mystic court presided over by a giant statue of justice holding scales, that judges someone based on Karma. Scrooge’s foes have brought him to court, blaming him for being evil and if he looses he looses EVERYTHING. And their proscutor?

Sadly not Droopy, maybe next continuity, but searing the same Hannibal-Esque Getup is Doofus Drake to Louie’s horror. As for why he’s like this.. he thought iht was fun. Great gag.

After the credits we find out why he’s doing this: He’s still pissed about Louie taking half his inheritance and giving it to his family, so he’s going to take LOUIE’S inheritance. It’s.. honestly a great setup: Doofus was already a villian I liked, being a nice weird evil mirror dewey instead of a walking fat joke like last series. So I was glad to both see him pop up one last time to make it a full trilogy of apperances as an angonist and to see him take a step up from his passive roll in the past: in his first two apperances while he was evil and abusive, and still is, his evil was mostly due to his own warped logic, feeling he could put shock collars on and control people and that Louie lying to him was enough to warrant making him into a pinata. He’s still a bad person mind you: kid or not he ensdlaved his parents, tried to enslave louie and goldie and in general REALLY needs some help empathizing with people. But my point is that before he didn’t come after anyone.. so it’s a nice capper to have his final turn as antaognist be him going after our hero.. and at his most dangerous. Before someone would’ve come for Louie eventually in Doofus’ first apperance and Goldie would’ve found a way out or Scrooge, despite grumbling about it, would’ve helped.. if nothing else than to lord having to save her from a 12 year old over her. Here if he wins the family is out on the street and three of their greatest enemies are now infinitely more well funded.

So while naturally unnerved by his rival Louie offers to defend Scrooge who denies it despite the fact that Louie is REALLY good with words, and Scrooge, while not bad with them, can’t stop shouting and keeps pissing off the baliff, played by my boy Henry Winkler whose done a lot of voice work and also played Fonzie on Happy Days, is currently on the HBO series barry and in general is just a fucking delight. The irony is also not lost on me that he’s not playing a lawyer here despite being one on arrested development.

We get our first witness: FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD. Hell. Yes. It’s nice to see him in his full glory one last time, as I don’t know how much he’ll be in the finale. Scrooge blows of the Duke Baloney thing, which is fair given that while Scrooge screwed up there, Glomgold still stole money from him right after and then spent his whole life trying to one up him. But Glomgold has a different tale in mind as he stole something else from him: the limelight.

It was 1980-something and Glomgold was a bonified celebrity in Duckberg for his hot dogging, grandstanding and treasure hunting loved by all and took Baba Wawa, a nice mix of Barbra Walters and the parody of her on SNL by the late Gilda Radner, to a shark shaped cave to get the gem of the shark god, a ruby tooth at the end of the cave. Naturally Scrooge popped up and easily made his way through and stole the spotlight. As it turns out he wasn’t always well loved and it makes sense: he dismises Baba asking him about how disliked he is, and dosen’t care and even in the current story, or rather season 1 of it, he dismiseed PR entirely in Jaw$. He was rich enough and enough of a job provider he just didn’t see the need for fame or glory, that just came second so it’s logical no one liked him. Fortunes naturally reverse as you’d expect though: Glomgold dashes forward and ends up putting Baba and her camerabird in danger and being Glomgold he irrationally assumes she’s working for Scrooge and leaves her to die. Scrooge however, after getting the rock, goes out of his way to save her because it’s the right thing to do. He can be selfish at times, and as we’ll see monstrously so, but at his core Scrogoe is a good man who will do right when the chips are down. So this leaves Glomgold trapped and Scrogoe getting his good press instead and realizes he likes the attention.

As the flashback ends Glomgold fills in the gaps, pointing out he was stuck with the sharks for days, but slowly bonded with them learned from them and they became family, helping him with traps, joining him for thanksgiving and even getting a heart taatoo with a shark on it. Awww. Look I didn’t really need to know where Glomgold’s love of sharks came from, nor that he had some weird tarzan origin story with them.. but my life is 100% better knowing all of this so thank you Frank and Matt. Thank you. I’m also entirely convinced the two have had this whole part of his backstory ready to go for three seasons and were waiting to use it, along with the other two bits we’re about to get to. This episode as you can tell is also a vingette episode, but one where the wraparound is way more improtant than usual.. but it works given the setting and allows the stories to be as long as they actually need to be, and it addds some nice stakes instead of just having Scrooge’s villians gripe about him.

Scrooge protests and the Bailiff puts a clamp on his beak, so he has no choice in the matter when Louie steps up for the defense. Louie also proves that irresponsible he may be.. he’d be a damn good lawyer, as he easily picks things apart, pointing out Glomgold was ALREADY bad by then, Scrooge had no intent to steal the spotlight and Glomgold is currently planting dynamite under his chair, with predictable and hilarious results. So he gets put on the “good” side of the scale. Next witness.

Next up is Ma, and I was delighted that as I’d hoped and theroized this episode wrapped up one little plot point that while not major, was something I was curious about: Ma’s claims Scrooge stole Duckburg from her family. This was also likely the backbone of the episode at one point as Frank pitched a beagle trial episode at one time, but Disney nixed it. Likely the magic stuff was added both to justify it better and to distract Disney Channel’s higher ups because they constantly underestimate what a child will like. It was for the best though as the beagles are just a bit weaker here: While Character Actress Margo Martindale is a delight and was specifically cast for the role, overall it just feels like they ran out of ways to make the beagles a big threat and releigated them to muscle when needed, to the point they only appeared in one episode besides this one this season as with FOWL about, they didn’t really need villians of the week and what ones they did use like Glomgold and Mark were far more entertaining villains who needed a coda to their stories.They aren’t bad characters, but in a series where their breaking into the bin or mansion wasn’t a story the crew was interested in they served no real purpose.

So we finally get answers about the whole Deed thing: It was sometime in Ma’s childhood, good look guessing when, and the Beagles owned Duckburg having clearly overwhelmed Fort Duckburg at some point in history between Clinton’s defense of it and now, with Grandpa “Pa” Beagle finally making an apperance. In the comics he was basically what Ma is to both series: the scheming brains behind the beagles who showed up on occasion and it was a good idea to use him as the past version of her.

Scrooge naturally comes a calling and unsurprisingly Ma was lying: Scrooge offered to buy the place first from Pa, he refused outright, and then when Scrooge showed off the money he was offering, Pa bet the deed for it in an arm wrestling contest. Not only that but as Scrooge finds out as he almost looses, Pa was cheating having a smaller beagle boy operate pull a lever in a device attached to his arm to give pa extra force. Scroooge simply dropped a few coins to distract the guy and claimed victory and the deed.

Little Ma is left dejected though and Doofus claims he ruined his life, but Louie steps up, at this poitn Scrooge has learned to reign himself ina nd accepted Louie as his defense without saying anything, a nice subtle bit. He probably realized that while irrepsonsible.. Louie has everything to loose her and no reason to slack off and dosen’t even relaly have to lie for his uncle to get him off: he’s simply using his ablitiy to see all the angles to poke holes in their story.

Case in point, he orders the “tape” to continue and finds Little Ma berating her dad for his failure and forcefully taking control of the family. LIke Glomgold, Scrooge may of cost her something.. but it was something she and her family hadn’t earned and they were still on a bad road. Scrooge just made it worse.

But suprisingly, its MAGICA, who we’ve established is an uncaring monster, who has a story Scrooge genuinely feels bad about. Like the rest she was not a good person: Long ago she and her brother Poe were extorting a villiage, and lording over it as gods, changing the population into goats, toads and other things. The only diffrence from what Magica would do to the blot and presumiibly others later, is that Poe reigned in her manical tend ices, trying to get her to think things through. The goat transformation was so they’d have milk and at least get something out of it and as to not waste all their slaves. Poe is voiced by Martin Freeman of The Hobbit and Black Panther fame. Great actor, does amazing work here. So like the others Scrooge changed things, and fought someone with bad intentions for his own self. He talked Magica into fighting him with both amulets by playing into her ego and Poe trying to talk her down, and easily deflected her bolt with the dime to turn her into a crow with her own spell. So far it’s just like the other tales in a nice mirror.. it’s what comes next that makes Scrooge into a bad guy too. Not as bad as Magica and Poe.. but sitll not good. Poe dives selflessly in front of the coin.. and shockingly while she cared nothing for Lena.. that wasn’t the case for Poe. Magica is truly devastated, desperatly trying to put the amulet back on and begging scrooge for help while he just ignores her and fills up his sack. And while they both deserved it... Scrooge and Louie both recognize he was wrong as the flashback ends with Poe escaping and Magica sitll haven’t having found him to this day. And props to Catharine Tate here a she takes a normally hammy terrible person who was wholly unsympathetic and manages to make her painfully human.

What makes the act so terrible is not who it happened to, they both desrved it, but Scrooge’s attitude, utterly callous to magica’s pain with not a drop of sympathy. While she deserved it as did Poe.. he’s not doing this to her as some justice for her crimes, or because she did something horrible to him or any valid reason.. he’s doing it because he’d rather get more of her and poes gold than lift one finger to help someone who had , for all his evil, selflessly sacrificed himself for his sister. For all Poe’s evil and tyranny.. there MIGHT of been a good man in them, in both of them.. and Scrooge could’ve cared less. He shut the door on Magica ever becoming a good person, ever getting her brother back to line his own wallet and to satisfy his own ego. See that’s the true mark of a hero: how they treat others, even the worst of them. And in his lowest moment Scrooge could’ve cared less about anyone but himself.

Scrooge feels bad and Louie does finally get the responsibility thing and this is where things start to go off the rails: he apologizes to Doofus and admits he dosen’t want an enteral rivalry and h’es sorry for any pain he caused. The off the rails part is because Doofus is genuinely not a good person, ahs done very bad things and is trying to bankrupt Louie for the crime of “taking half your fortune after you used it to torment and enslave your own parents’. It just.. dosen’t play as well as they’d like. That said I DO like both Louie deciding to bury the hatchet instead of just avoiding him and Doofus showing some nobiity in accepting it. Maybe he’ll change.

He goes off into the night, and Scrooge genuinely apologizes and accepts repsonsiblity... and here’s where the plot finishing going off the rails and into someone’s living room: the bailiff AWARDS THEM SCROOGE’S FORTUNE BECAUSE HE ADMITTED SOME CUPLABLITY AND WAS HUMBLE.

This just.. it makes no sense, it will never not baffle me and it hurts my brain> Yes he admitted some wrong doing and apologized for it.. but it was also THROUGHLY proven the other two weren’t his fault, and he was simply being a good man which should get him some good. Thankfully the conclusion is a bit better, as Louie points out while they made him, he made you so who made who, who made you... okay i’m getting into the AC/DC of things point is these incidents all shaped Scrooge into a better person. His mistake with Magica. is clearly learned from. He’s stopping a group of bullies in Ma’s story and saving a life without a second thought in the second. He learned to value others, to value family all because THEY showed him what happens when you don’t. By seeing the worst person he could be.. he became the best. So the trial’s thrown out his assets are returned, and their teleported out before magica can hit them with lighting. Lesson learned.. well kinda Louie tells scrooge to do it because he got the pet.

Final Thoughts for The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck:

Great title aside.. this one is a mess. It’s not a terrible episode: the flashbacks are genuinely engaging, each one helping flesh out the villians and in Ma’s case pulling one last dangling plot thread. Glomgold’s was just entertaining , clevelry using his 80′s origns for an 80′s style news special and giving us the origin to his love of sharks that we didn’t know we needed., Ma’s tied up a loose plot threat with a fun flashback and Magica’s was genuinely heart wrenching and did the tall task of making us feel for someone that terrible. The wraparound.. was a bit weaker. Doofus was the best part, playing an excellent manipulative bastard lawyer, and being a genuine threat and his walking away peacefully was a nice touch, and Louie having to defend scrooge was great and showed him off better than ever. And Louie did get some moments to shine.. it was just wierldy bookened with him acting terribly AGAIN, in a way he should know better than in an episode where he acts fine for most of it and even then he thinks lying to a judge is a good idea! I know he’s 12 but he’s not this stupid and while as I made very clear i’ve seen this shit before, I haven’t seen it flip flop in the same episode. Louie deserves better than this.

But it’s also in service to a responsiblility aseop that just.. dosen’t work as presented. Yes you should take responsiblity for your past, yes you should learn from your mistakes and own up to them, I have, and yes it’s all too easy to slide back> That’s all fine.. but him apologizing to Ma, whose family was terorrizing a town, and Glomgold, who he did nothing to, and having Louie apologize to Doofus, who while he tried to exploit him still enslaved his own parents and deserved to loose half his fortune AND loosing half his fortune wasn’t even the main thing Louie wanted to do as his main goal was getting BOYD a loving family.. it’s bullshit. Just pure Grade-A bullshit. Why are you booing them their right. It’s a good idea for a moral but it’s executed so overwhelmingly poorly it bogs down what was otherwise an exceptional episode, into just passable. It’s just mind numbing and saddening to know the next to last episode wasted so much good ideas on a clumsy moral. Thankfully I have hope the finale will be better, and again at least we got some good out of this one.

Next Time: Endgame Baby! Clan McDuck and their Amazing Friends Vs F.O.W.L. for the fate of adventure itself! One last ride! I can hardly wait!

This week on the blog: Ducks Ducks and more ducks.. and a top 12 list of my faviorite superheroines later today’s for international women’s day. But after that we have more of the Della arc, the last step in the Lena arc before Shadow War next week, and the 87 ducktales pilot treasure of the golden suns!

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bucky-s-girl-n-stuff · 4 years

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Everything that could happen in a week part.3

summary: you’re invited to the Thrombey’s Halloween party, by your friend Meg. Between old man being too handsy while drunk and the others having heated political arguments borderline racist, you manage to survive for a week thanks to a new acquaintance you make.

pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

warning: almost sexual assault, alcohol, swearing, trauma, fight, blood.

->part.1 ->part.2

When I came back from the restroom, I couldn't see either Meg or Ransom. I couldn't have missed them if they had gone to the restroom. I thought that maybe they were outside, needing some fresh air. The second I got out, the cold hit me hard because I hadn't put my sweater on. I instinctively crossed my arms trying to warm myself up. The music could still be heard from outside but muffled. I walked a little further from the entrance looking at the parking lot. My car was still there and there was no one in sight. Maybe Meg wanted to puke or something and they went into the alley? I started to make my way to the dead-end but had trouble seeing far as there was no source of light. I heard some noises toward the middle of the alley and froze. What was I thinking, going to a dead-end all alone with no light whatsoever that could prevent me from seeing a robber or worse? Clearly, I was not thinking and acting like those dumb girls in horror movies. I shook my head in a disapproval manner and turned around to make my way back into the bar. Right as I lifted my head, I was shoved against the wall violently. I hit my head on the concrete wall and got disoriented by the headache forming in my head.

"What do we got here?" I heard a voice say. "such a pretty girl... What are you doing alone pretty girl?" All I could smell was the alcohol emanating from the man's breath. It was intoxicating. I couldn't understand what was happening. Everything was blurry from the hit and the drinks I had had earlier. When I felt his hand going down my body, I realised what was going on. I began to push back and screamed at the top of my lungs for help. He was not happy about it because he slapped me and told me to shut up. I closed my eyes and felt so stupid for going outside all alone without anybody knowing where I was. I tried to scream one more time and the man lifted his hand to hit me again. I huddled up to avoid his hand but it never came down on my face. I opened my eyes hesitantly when the weight holding me to the wall was gone and grunts began to fill my ears. All I saw was Ransom, punching the guy to death. There was already blood everywhere on his face and I was too shocked to say anything. Everything had happened so fast. I didn't know what to think or do. the realisation of the events came down to me and I felt tears go down my face. It was an out of body experience where I felt nothing but at the same time everything. When Ransom heard me sniffle, he immediately stopped himself and forgot about the comatose man to give me all of his attention. "Are you okay? What did he do to you?" he asked me in a hurry cupping my face in his hand. I got away from him and just looked down in terror. "don't touch me, don't touch me please..." My whole body was trembling and I couldn't stop my voice from shaking. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. You're safe with me y/n." His voice was sweet and reassuring. I just didn't want to be alone, so I caved in and got into his arm, holding him for dear life. I couldn't stop sobbing and the fact that he was rubbing my back and being so nice didn't help. After a moment, I had finally calmed down. He put me down away from the man who had attacked me and got his phone out to call the police.

How I got back to the house was a mystery. I was sitting on my bed, staring at the ground with a blanket around my shoulders. Everything sound was muted around me. I was pulled out of my trance by a cup of hot cocoa put between my hands. I looked up and saw Ransom with a sympathetic look on his face. I tried to smile and whispered a thank you. He sat down next to me on the bed. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked hesitantly after a moment. I shook my head no and took a sip of the hot cocoa. He nodded comprehensively. "Thank you...for what you've done for me... I don't know what would've happened if he..." I couldn't even finish my sentence graphic images coming back to me. He must've sensed that because he began to rub my back. "It's okay, I'm glad I got there in time," he said. He seemed like he wanted to say something else but he didn't. "Where's Meg?" I asked, suddenly remembering that I hadn't seen her for hours now. "She was passed out on the guy she had met a the bar. I put her in her bed." I nodded at his answer, relieved she was fine. "You should rest, it's been quite a day," Ransom said as he got up. He proceeded to take my cup from my hand and put it on my nightstand. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I got under my covers while he was backing to my bedroom door. "Wait!" I called to him when he turned the light off. "Could you let it on please?" I pleaded, feeling scared all over again. "Okay, but remember, your safe here. I'm right next to you." "I know but...Could you maybe stay until I fall asleep please?" He seemed surprised at my request but went to the desk that was in the corner of the room to retrieve the chair and put it next to my bed. He then sat down on it and smiled at me. "I'll stay here to protect you, now sleep, beautiful." I closed my eyes and released a deep sight making myself comfortable. "You're not so bad you know..." I mumbled falling asleep quickly, tired by the events that had occurred. "What?" I heard Ransom ask me. "You're a hero" was the last thing I said before falling into a deep slumber.

Ransom didn't move from his position all night like he promised and was still there when I woke up the next morning. He got up in silence when I began to wake up and I just saw his back going out of my room. Even after what had happened, a smile came to rest on my lips at the thought of Ransom. Everything had changed now that I had seen this side of him.

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autistic-stedebonnet · 4 years

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Mako’s Journey in Learning to Love Theater Kids

chapter 1

Chapter 3/?

In which Mako doesn’t cry, and that’s not necessarily a good thing

Mako did not like Wu one bit. He did not like how Wu would blow his curls up when they got in his face, in fact, he despised Wu’s curls and how soft they looked. He hated that Wu’s smile was almost blinding, and that his laugh was big and jovial and nothing like what he’d expect from someone who was clearly very wealthy and well-raised. Nope. Wu was obnoxious and loud and way too...touchy. There was not a single flutter in his stomach when Wu grabbed his bicep to show him something. And he did not feel suspiciously similar around Wu to how he’d felt when he first met Korra.

“You and Wu seemed to hit it off.”

Mako whipped his head around in horror to face a smirking Bolin. “What?! We didn’t- he just- he wouldn’t leave me alone!”

Bolin’s face softened and he lay a hand on Mako’s shoulder. “Hey. You know I’ll love you no matter what, right?”

“Bolin-”

“Seriously. If you like Wu, it’s fine Mako. There’s nothing wrong with-”

“I don’t!” Mako cried, trying to ignore his heart sitting at the bottom of his stomach. “Like Wu. I don’t like him. I’m…” No, he was not going to cry. Mako did not cry, or get confused, or falter on anything. Mako was composed and strong. “I’m straight.” He’d made an attempt to sound content and unwavering, but his voice cracked on the last word and his eyes burned. Stop it Mako, this is stupid.

Bolin dropped it and the car ride home was silent. --- Mako had been to the Earth Kingdom once. A little over a year before his parents were killed, his family had taken a trip to Ba Sing Se. Apparently his father had to do some work there, but Mako didn’t really remember that part. He wished he did. Anyway, Mako kinda hated the city. Everything was so rigid and divided and there was something unsettling in the very air, something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He was only 7, but he knew it was wrong, separating people like this. He hated it and he wanted to go home.

About a week into the vacation, he’d gotten lost while out in the busy shopping center of the middle ring (his family wasn’t rich, but they were well off enough to afford a hotel room in the middle ring.) Practical even at 7 years old, Mako had planted himself at the front of a little tea shop and held his head high to try and seem intimidating. He’d tugged on the sleeve of the shop owner and asked in his most mature voice if the man could use the loudspeaker to report Mako’s location so his family could find him. And he waited.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but it wasn’t his fault that they people at the table near him were talking so loudly.

“...hear what happened in the fire nation last month?”

“Yes! It’s revolting.”

Mako strained his ears, he wanted to know what was revolting!

“The fire nation citizens are practically rejoicing, the poor souls can’t even recognize how unnatural it is.”

“Legalizing same sex marriage.” The person had scoffed very loudly. “Next thing we know they’ll be letting us marry furniture.”

Mako’s parents, and Bolin had walked in after that, hugging Mako in relief and scolding him for wandering off. Mako took it all in stride, like any 7 year old would, and went right back to his trip. But that overheard conversation stuck with him, whether he entirely realized it or not. It stuck with him at 8 when he found himself thinking that boy in his class was pretty, and at 13 when he found himself wanting to run his hands through the hair of a boy that he and Bolin hung around for a brief time. Even after those old-fashioned, bigoted notions had been set right, and after he saw Korra and Asami so happy together, it stuck with him. Maybe not in the way that made him actively hate gay people, but certainly in the way that made him sub-consciously hate himself. --- Bolin’s selfless act of dropping the subject didn’t last very long, nor did it stay very private, as he announced over breakfast the next morning: “So, Mako, I’ve decided to invite Wu over today. To, y’know hang out.”

Mako promptly choked on his moon peach and turned to his brother in dismay, still coughing violently. “You- why???” He cried.

“Well, he’s my friend!” Bolin replied grinning horrifyingly large.

“No he’s- Bolin you hate him!”

Lin, who had been sitting at the end of the table quietly, raised an eyebrow and Mako was sure that she was once again, wondering what possessed her to take them in 3 years ago. “Isn’t Wu that annoying little shit that paid his way into the advanced theater class?”

“He didn’t-”

“That’s the one,” Bolin replied, shoving the remainder of his food in his mouth.

Lin groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine, but keep Mako’s little boyfriend out of my way.”

“Lin!” Mako shouted. “He’s not- I just met him- I’m-”

“You’re straight, yup, I said the same thing when I was your age.” She clapped Mako on the shoulder and smiled in the same strange way she did when she was about to try and fail to give him advice. Like someone had pinned boulders to each of her feet and was threatening to kill her if she didn’t smile. --- Mako didn’t give a fuck what he was wearing that day. He had not picked out that one shirt that he’d accidentally crashed into a perfume barrel while wearing that one time because it still smelled like jasmine. Well, not on purpose anyway. In his defense, it was a nice shirt; a soft, black button up with red stitching and buttons that he’d been given as a gift last year. He adjusted the collar, which had a habit of sticking out in all the wrong ways, and debated on whether or not to tuck it into his loose, grey jeans. The ones he’d bought right after receiving his first ever paycheck working at Narook’s. They weren’t much, but they were durable and- what? Why is he thinking about his clothes? He’s not trying to impress anyone, spirits! Mako groaned and buried his face in his hands. Stupid, Mako, you have no reason to dress up… Maybe do slip on that nice red coat though- no! He stopped himself before kicking a hole in the wall, deciding on a simple sigh of defeat and sinking to the ground fighting back tears that were pricking threateningly at the corners of his eyes. This was absurd. He didn’t like Wu, hell he could hardly tolerate him. That was a lie, that was a lie and he knew it. But hey, internalized homophobia will do that to you, won’t it?

Mako wiped furiously at his eyes, gritting his teeth, because this was ridiculous! I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m… He shut his eyes as tight as he could manage, locking his thoughts away neatly in a box, like he did with all significant emotions. If it wasn’t about school or survival it was unimportant, trivial. He locked it away with his anxieties about Lin getting tired of him and kicking him out, his memories from before it all went to shit, and everything else. He was not having a sexuality crisis, nope!

“Mako?” Bolin knocked gently on the door, but as was customary with them, it was more of a warning than a question. He walked in and upon seeing Mako curled up in the corner, sat beside him. “Mako-”

“I don’t wanna talk.”

“Mako that’s what you always say when you really need to talk but don’t know how,”

“No it’s not.”

“Yea, it is, dude. C’mon, you know I’ve just been messing with you.”

“Yea.”

“Mako!” Bolin’s face was crunched up exactly how it always was when Mako got like this. “I don’t see why you can’t just talk to me! Do you think I’m gonna judge you for whatever emotions you’re failing at hiding?”

“Bolin…” Mako’s mouth hung open, but he couldn’t make the words come out. “It’s just.” He hardened his jaw and breathed in slowly, steadily. “It’s…”

“I know. Well actually, technically I don’t, but uh… I can try, I guess.” He sighed as if searching for the right words. “Look Mako, I have no idea what you’re going through right now, but we’re brothers. You can talk to me. I understand not telling Lin, cause she’s not exactly Ms. Advice, but you can tell me things.”

“I know,” Mako whispered, but his tone was stiff. He wasn’t gonna talk about it, not yet at least. But it was nice, knowing for sure that no one was gonna hate him when he finally was ready to talk. Not that he didn’t know that before, but…

“I’m gonna go, and… uh, Wu couldn’t make it, by the way. He’s busy. But I didn’t think you’d wanna have anyone over right now… anyway.”

Mako watched as the door shut behind Bolin and he leaned back until his head rested on the cold wall. He wondered if he might get stuck there if he stayed still for long enough. He also wondered how long it would take for his brain to sort things out. Lastly, he wondered if it was possible to go to Ba Sing Se to find those people that had single-handedly ignited a flame in his mind that over the years, had grown into a fire large enough to seep into all his thoughts and emotions and burn them to ash. He wanted to hit those people. He wanted to cry full on, big, ugly tears and not feel guilty about it. He wanted to stop feeling guilty about everything, blaming it all on himself because it was easier to carry the burden of everyone’s mistakes than to face his own demons that couldn’t seem to shut the fuck up. --- “You heard from that Lee girl recently?”

“Nope. Not since she started running numbers for the Agni Kais.”

“The Agni Kais? But isn’t she…”

A soft, almost mournful chuckle rang through the alley. Mako pressed himself further against the crates. He’d just come to get some food for Bolin, he hadn’t meant to run straight into Triple Threat Triad territory. But this conversation didn’t seem threatening at all. It seemed sad.

“Yea, she was. I heard they didn’t take too kindly to it. Don’t know why she joined to begin with. ‘S no secret the Agni Kais won’t hesitate to strike down anyone like her.”

“Desperate for money, the girl was almost starved.”

“Probably. I would’ve given her somethin’.”

“You…”

“Don’t go ‘round telling people, but I got a soft spot for the kid. She was smart, that little girlfriend of hers too.”

Mako’s heart was spiraling in his chest. Strike down people like her, little girlfriend… he felt like he was gonna be sick. He knew Lee. She was just a couple years older than him, had only been on the streets for two months after he parents had kicked her out. She was the only homeless kid he knew that had a phone, and she’d let him play games on it when he got overwhelmed. And she was gone. They’d done what? Killed her just cause she liked girls. They hurt people like her. They hurt people like that. They… he curled in on himself, biting his lip to stop the tears. They hurt people like him. --- Mako hadn’t smoked since he was 15. He’d picked up the habit when he was young and stupid and so so scared. It’d helped with the emotions that were too big and too complicated. But a couple years ago, Lin had found his cigarette stash and fake ID. She confiscated it all, saying that she may have no clue what she was doing, but she sure as hell knew that 15 year olds weren’t supposed to be smoking. That was the end of it. It was easier anyway, to not smoke. It was easier when he had a roof over his head and a guaranteed meal every night.

It wasn’t hard to get more, he knew that Lin kept some stashed away for when her sister came to visit and she needed an excuse to go outside, away from everyone. Su said it was a disgusting habit, and Lin would point out that Su hadn’t thought that when she was 16. Mako always tuned out the argument right about then.

The smoke plumed around him and he began to remember how he got addicted to this stuff. There was ash, sparks in his throat and he wondered if he would breathe fire when he exhaled. Wondered if a flame licking at his throat would make him feel alive in the way that didn’t terrify him.

He had planted himself on the roof of the apartment building, knowing that he could easily lean back the wrong way and go tumbling off. He considered it for a moment, then took another drag on his cigarette. It was cold and he’d left his coat inside. He brought the withering cigarette up to his hand, almost leaving a burn mark on his palm, desperate for warmth. Maybe if he stayed out here long enough, the smoke would consume him until he was ash in the wind. Maybe that would be easier.

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chapter 4

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snowdice · 4 years

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The Horror of Stereotypes (Part 5)[Dice Roll 6]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Remus/Logan/Patton with Remus/Logan focus (more pre-romantic considering the situation), Remus & Roman, Logan/Patton (established, but not at the forefront for most of it)

Characters:

Main: Remus, Logan

Appear: Roman, Patton, Deceit (but blink and you’ll miss it)

Summary: There had always been a certain stereotype about people like him for as long as anyone could remember. After the Heart War of 1963, those stereotypes had been legalized and places like this had been created to enforce the universal truth: everyone had a soulmate. One soulmate. No more and no less.

At least they were supposed to.

When Remus’s brother gets arrested because of his two soulmarks, Remus risks everything by infiltrating the facility he legally should be in as well due to his own two soulmates to save him. There he meets Logan and it turns out they have a lot in common: they both got hired this week, they both have two soulmates, and they’re both here for the same reason.

Oh. And as it turns out, they’re each other’s soulmates too.

Universe: Soulmate AU

Genre: Horror (Yeah, it’s a fun combo. The horror vibe is mostly contained to chapter 3 though. It’s all still horrifying, but that specific tone is pretty much only there.)

Notes: Torture, Torture of a main character, Dystopian, Blood, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Leg wounds, Mentions of Desecrating an Animal Corpse by a Main Character, Imprisonment, Mentions of Cannibalism, Genocide Suggested, Sexual Innuendo, Fear, A tasteless but not serious incest joke, Medical procedures.

This is part of my Roll the Dice Event which is where I do random ships, universe, and genres for the Sanders Sides fandom. For more details see this post. I posted my results from this dice roll here.

Hey look, it’s your friendly neighborhood Gavin here to help with all of our plans.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The office mostly drained of people by 5:15, most of the other employees in the office rushing home to live their happy normal Wednesday nights. Most of them had chatted about having kids to or around Remus the last few days. So, many of them were rushing off to cook dinner for their kids, to pick a group of them up from after school actives, or volunteer for those Wednesday night church program youth group things. He briefly wondered what they’d do if precious Jimmy aged up to 18 and got the wrong number of soulmarks. He imagined he already knew the answer.

Even Gavin rushed off a few minutes before 5 even before Remus had a chance to pretend to leave. By 5:30, Remus and Logan were the only ones left.

Remus shut off the main office lights and snuck into the side room where Logan already was. “We’re good out there,” Remus told him.

Logan nodded. “We’ll need to leave soon if we want to be in position on time.” He reached into his bag and tossed Remus an energy bar which Remus absentminded started to shove down. Meanwhile, Logan pulled up the map again. “Point to the places I showed you earlier,” he demanded.

Remus dusted the crumbs off his hands and pointed to one of the squares representing cells on the floorplan. “Patton’s there,” he said. He moved his finger up the hall to the staircase. “We go up that.” Logan hit a button and the map changed to the first floor. “Out the door and the car’s right there.”

“Good,” Logan said, his hands dropping from the keyboard onto the desk.

“I’ve got it Nerd. Don’t worry about it.”

Logan nodded and reached back into his bag. “Here,” he said and dropped a set of car keys into his hands.

“I…”

“There are two pairs. I have one too. It’s… just in case.”

“Alright,” Remus said, voice a little thick. He stuffed them into his pocket, “but just so you know, I’m planning on you driving so I can antagonize you about how you’re doing it wrong from the back seat.”

“Looking forward to it,” he said with a half-smile. He turned back to the screen, his fingers tapping out a nervous pattern on the desk.

“You’re thinking,” Remus said. “What?”

Logan glanced up to meet his eyes. “I’m just trying to figure out if I should turn the cameras off or not,” he said. “If we leave them up, we’ll be easier to find if they notice something wrong, but if we take them down before we go, someone would be sure to notice, and it would take away the element of surprise. Yet, it would be harder for them to find us without camera access. If we don’t act quick enough, they might be able to lock everything down before we get out. What do you think is best?”

“Well, I think,” a voice said from behind them, “you should really make sure everyone’s gone before you start having your little huddles.”

Logan and Remus whipped around to see that Gavin had somehow snuck up on them without them noticing.

“We were…” Logan started.

“Or,” Gavin continued, “make sure no one followed you back from the bathroom on the first night.”

They paused, and Logan squared his shoulders. “I don’t know what you think you head but-”

Gavin put up a hand. “I’ll shut down the cameras for you.”

“…What?” Remus asked.

“I assume you have a program set up that will be easy enough to use,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll wait until the two of you are in position and then shut them off. I’ll even set off an alarm in the west wing to divert attention from where you are.”

“You…” Remus said. “What?’

“Oh,” Gavin said dryly, “my apologies, I have a bit of nervous stutter. Must be hard for you to understand my words. That’s why they always give me these specific low-stress jobs.”

“And what jobs are those?” Logan asked.

Gavin scoffed. “Remind me to tell you when the two of you are better at deception.”

“But,” Remus said, “you said multis and everyone who sympathized with them should die. You liked listening to me talk about all of the ways to torture them.”

“What can I say,” Gavin said, face twisting up into a toothy smile. “I’m a liar.” Remus stared at him blankly for a few moments. “Now go get your people before I change my mind about risking my own objective, and then run.”

Remus and Logan shared a look. ‘Could they trust him?’ Remus asked with his eyes.

‘Do we have a choice?’ Logan replied with an eyebrow raise.

Logan turned back to Gavin. “Don’t get caught,” he said.

“Oh, I never get caught. Also, next time, don’t use your real names. Idiots.”

The level that Patton was on was not quite as bad as the level below it, though Remus wasn’t sure if that was because the people here were treated any better or if it was simply because they’d chosen the time of day where the people whose jobs it was to cause the screaming wouldn’t be around as much. There was still wailing and sobbing from every direction as Remus walked down the hall to the cell he’d been looking for. He waited outside the cell until the alarm started going off in the distance. He swiped his card and the door opened for him automatically.

The man who must be Patton did not look at him when he entered the room, his eyes fixed on a spot on the opposite wall. The man was in a bad way, bloody and bruised, but his lips were set in a firm line. If Remus didn’t already know he hadn’t given anything up by the fact that Logan hadn’t been discovered yet, he’d know by the look on his face. Studying the man briefly, Remus had the feeling that Logan never would have been given up no matter how long he was here. Luckily for Patton, Remus didn’t plan to allow that theory to be tested.

“Patton,” he said gently. Patton didn’t move his eyes from the spot on the wall, but his jaw did tick. “Listen Patton, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m getting you out of here.” No response. “Lo-…” He wasn’t going to say it just in case. “Lo sent me. You know who I mean?” That did prompt a reaction. Patton’s eyes finally met his.

“Lo?” he asked softly, and Remus winced at the sound of his voice. His brain supplied the thought that he’d probably been screaming recently; Remus hated his brain now more than he ever had before.

“You didn’t think the nerd would leave you here, did you?” Remus asked with a small smile. “I’m sorry, but there’s not much time to explain. Hear that alarm? We have about until it stops to get both of us out of here, okay?” Remus offered him a hand.

Patton hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded. “Okay.” He grabbed the offered hand, and Remus felt a burning on his forearm similar to what he’d felt a few days ago when he’d met Logan. Patton’s wide eyes met his.

“Like I said, there isn’t time to explain.” Patton looked like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t. He just did his best to pull himself to his feet with Remus’s aid. His face twisted up and Remus could see why as soon as the man wasn’t curled into a ball on the floor. Remus said nothing. He just leaned forward and picked him up bridal style as carefully as he could.

Patton tensed, but then relaxed, pressing his face into Remus’s shoulder. As soon as he had a good grip on the man, Remus took off back out of the cell and down the hallway. “Not how I imagined my soulmate would sweep me off my feet when we met,” Patton breathed next to his ear.

Remus couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle even as he sped up the staircase. “Wow, I think I’d die for you,” he said without meaning to.

Patton shook his head. “Please don’t.”

“Working on it Sunshine,” he promised. The alarm shut off right when he made it to the exit. “Fuck,” he hissed, but didn’t stop, shoving through the door to the outside and booking it straight towards the woods. He heard someone yell but didn’t manage to make out what they were saying. A gunshot rang out and he felt something hit his arm, but he didn’t stop running. Though, he did hunch over Patton just a bit more as more shots were fired.

He made it to the woods and saw a car. There were already two figures in it. The backseat door was opened from the inside for him. “Sorry Sunshine,” Remus said and dove in, jostling the poor hurt man. He released him and reached back to shut the door behind him. “Go, fuck, go!” Remus’s head slammed against the door when the car lurched forward and he ended up on his knees on the floor, scrunched behind the back of the passenger seat and the backseat. Remus didn’t get time to catch his bearings as the car swerved violently. He lunged forward to keep Patton from rolling off the seat.

Patton grabbed him in response to try to steady him. Remus managed to get his ass on the floor and his back against one of the doors even as the car tried to ram them all violently every which way. He threw one arm over Patton as a makeshift seatbelt and curled the other around himself to try to protect his head.

Remus felt a hand touch his back, which prevented him from being thrown around the next time the car jerked. His eyes flickered up to the man in the passenger seat. “Hey Ro,” he said.

“You’re such a crazy bastard. I love you.” Remus cracked a smile and used Roman’s steadying arm to get into a bit more of a secure position even though the car was still swerving and bouncing madly. Who knew Logan had a bonkers racecar driver somewhere in him? Remus leaned his head against the car door and finally breathed.

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My head is in a really weird space right now.

I think really it's been going a little downhill for the past week. I think for the most part I'm good at distancing myself to keep away from an unhelpful pit of despair. I've got a lot to be happy for.

I know I've been a little snappy, kinda snarkie with Badger over the last couple days.

This morning I just felt like I didn't care to try and keep my bad thoughts and gloomy mood at bay. I'm allowing myself to over think it all and worry my day away.

I'm even teary eyed as I write this, hoping that wiring it down will somehow put order in place.

I guess the number 1 issue is work, I don't work right now, and that makes me feel like a layabout, even when I'm not laying about. It doesn't matter how much I do around the house, it never feels enough. Cleaning, cooking, decorating. It doesn't earn money and money means worth perhaps.

I've been looking, I've had a couple of interviews, but since lockdown 3 I've noticed a lot of the kind of jobs I'm looking for are either delaying their interviews or talking about remote working. I just feel like starting out a new job totally remotely will be so hard. I'm kinda a people person when it comes to work and starting that way feels like it will be quite a negative start.

We aren't struggling, Badger earns well and now we are in this house I'm getting a little rent from the old house.

But I want the contribute something more substantial. Yesterday we went through finances, splitting stuff fairly because Badger was paying it all before I started getting rent. But still it doesn't feel like I'm contributing enough.

I told him this and he pointed out that when we discussed me quitting work, he had said he would financially support me, even giving me money so I didn't have to go without, even if that meant silly things like clothes and makeup. He pointed out that in the 4 months I haven't worked he hasn't given me any money, and at that point I didn't have an income at all.

It was the stubborn side of me. He shouldn't have to give me any money, despite him expecting he would. I managed to save enough that I worked out I could live off for about 6-8 months.

Finding a job right now is just so scary, but I'm hoping it will work out.

The other big thing is the pending hospital appointment, which also throws in the worry on weight loss.

I'm still mad about it, and it makes it hard to be motivated. I've lost about half a stone but I've still a way to go.

I feel like I might go to that consultation to be turned away.

I'm thinking about food in such an unhealthy way because I feel so much pressure to not fuck this up because they tell me I'm too fat.

I've but really talked to anyone about this hospital stuff and I don't really have anyone but Badger to talk about it with. And of course it's good to talk to him, but sometimes you want someone who's a little more removed. Or a girlfriend to hash it out with.

There is a couple reasons why I haven't told people. I feel like it adds pressure, it also makes it more real and I just don't want sympathy.

I don't know...

Overall lockdown 3 has maybe hit me the hardest. I suddenly feel more isolated...

I miss everyone and everything so much more.

The first time around I kept so busy, initially on furlough we were doing up the previous house and looking for the new house, then I was busy back at work and despite the horror of a pandemic there were still things to look forward to, and I think in my mind there was an end date to this and soon I'd be back to meeting friends for dinner and drinks...

Now... All the big exciting things happened. And I'm still keeping busy with decorating, that really is one saving grace.

I miss my friends, texting, phone calls, zoom, it's all good, but it's just not feeling enough. I miss being close.

My brother has gone mad, he's basically all about that anti vax life now and he is so aggressive with his opinions that I just can't really talk to him at all anymore. And most of what he is saying is nonsensical.

I've a friend who seems to be distancing herself from me. And I don't want to sound arrogant, but I think it's jealousy. She doesn't seem to care or be happy for me at all. When we talk it's only about her anymore... I've stopped trying to tell her about my stuff.

My Dad... ughh, he doesn't seem to care about covid. He sees the above brother most, so I think that feeds into his already blase way of dealing with covid. He keeps trying to come to the house to do DIY and acts stupid when I explain why he can't. It got to the point I basically had to tell him he was making me uncomfortable with how pushy he is being and how he isn't taking any of this seriously. Technically Badger and I could have seen them for Christmas, but I told Badger how I didn't trust they would actually be sticking to any of the restrictions, so I just didn't want to take that chance.

Essentially I can't really see where it's all going, I'm left feeling lost, a little lonely and like restrictions are endless.

#long story #sorry #thought process #personal

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