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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 1 year

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Hello may I request platonic yandere Diasomnia. Where the reader is Lilia's daughter who's half fae half human.

Lilia would be a perfect platonic yandere so thank you for this request

Warning(s): fem reader, injury, protective dad Lilia, not proofread

Lilia was walking around the campus of Night Raven College, when he heard the familiar sound of Sebek yelling at someone. He would've ignored it, if not for the other things he heard. Namely, a young girl crying, Silver trying to calm multiple people down, and what sounded like growling. Whatever's going on, it can't be good.

The skies grew darker as Lilia felt a surge of magic appear in the area he was approaching. Yep, not good!!

"Malleus, take a deep breath, everything's going to be ok!" Silver frantically spoke. "They apologized to you!"

"They need not apologize to me. I am not the one they initially wronged." Malleus responded. "It is (Y/N) they should be apologizing to." He spoke calmly, but his expression was that of pure rage.

"HOW DARE THEY DISRESPECT LORD MALLEUS?!" Sebek yelled, his arms wrapped around you. "What's more, they refuse to apologize to the young one?! Lilia's daughter?! Lilia is a highly respected man! He was a royal guard feared across the land, and his kindness knows no bounds seeing as he adopted a lowly human such as Silver! (Y/N) should be treated with that same respect!!"

"Again, everyone, just calm down. You three, all we ask is for you to apologize to (Y/N)." Silver turned to the enraged dragon fae who was currently making green lightning crash down around them. "And Malleus, please do not change into your true form! You'd destroy the school!"

Despite Silver's best efforts, green fire surrounded Malleus, and he began to take a more monsterous form, quickly growing in size, and then-!

"Dear me, what's with all this racket?" Lilia asked, hanging upside-down from one of the trees in the courtyard.

Momentarily, he gained everyone's attention, and he thankfully arrived just in time to halt Malleus' transformation into a gigantic dragon.

Everyone began talking all at once.

"Now now boys, I can't understand you if you're all talking over each other!" Lilia got down from the tree and was now standing upright. "So, mind telling me what's going on here?"

"I was simply about to strike these idiotic humans with lightning for what they did." Malleus explained. "I was also going to take my true form and rain fire down upon them, but you arrived before I could."

"Mm... I see. Why, may I ask, were you about to do that?" Lilia inquired.

"To put it simply, they were bullying (Y/N)." Silver sighed. "I assume Malleus heard her crying and came over to see what was wrong, Sebek and I got here when we heard Malleus yelling at these three with (Y/N) sobbing in his arms." Silver gestured to you, still crying, though now it was from the stress of the situation. "They wouldn't apologize to (Y/N), and Malleus started getting angry, Sebek also was getting angry and only encouraged Malleus' rage, and I was stuck in the middle trying to calm everybody down."

"Little (Y/N) didn't even do anything to incur the wrath of these hooligans!" Sebek yelled, still holding you in a tight hug. "According to her, she was doing nothing wrong! She was just going about her day when she tried to pick an apple from the tree, when one of these humans picked it before her and started tossing it around to his friends, a cruel game of monkey in the middle! And afterwards, they began to insult her! Lilia, do something!!"

"Oh goodness!" Lilia said, brining his hand to his face. "Is this true?" He asked the- in Sebek's words- hooligans.

"No! Well, m-maybe a little! But just a little! I-I-I don't think we deserve to be roasted alive!"

"Ah, so you admit you did insult her..." Lilia surmised. "(Y/N), what would you like me to do?"

"F-father..." You sniffled and wiped your eyes of the tears. "Please d-don't hurt them t-too b-badly...!"

Lilia had no need to crouch down, as he was as tall as your twelve-year-old self, but he did it regardless. He placed his hand on your face, and smiled softly.

"Anything for you, my little bat." Lilia stood back up, and addressed your older brother, Malleus, and Sebek. "You three, head back to Diasomnia. Get something nice for (Y/N), maybe some ice cream of sorbet, and put on a movie for her! Pamper her, cherish her, cuddle her, make her understand she's the most wonderful girl in the world! I'll join you boys soon."

"Yes father." Silver said.

"UNDERSTOOD, LILIA!" Sebek yelled, standing up, still holding you in his arms.

Malleus merely scowled one last time at the three people who'd caused this, before vanishing into thin air and leaving behind only lime green sparkles.

There was a tv in Diasomnia, despite what people would assume. Silver put on a movie for you, one Lilia showed him when he was younger, a tragic tale of a young ruler being punished for his greed by being turned into a llama. It's sure to cheer you up!

Malleus, who had never seen it before, was watching just as intently as you were.

Why are you at Night Raven College despite being twelve years old? Well, Lilia didn't want to leave you completely alone while he attended the school, so he got some kind of special permission from the Headmage to bring you with him! So, you're kind of an honorary student of NRC and by extension Diasomnia. (Technically the Dark Mirror sorted you into Heartslabyul, but since you are twelve years old and the daughter of a Diasomnia student, the Headmage allowed you to transfer to Diasomnia with no questions asked)

"Young one, why did you tell Lilia not to hurt those humans?" Malleus asked you. "Were it me, I would not tolerate anything they said."

"Well... they didn't really do anything wrong..." You reasoned. "They were just having fun, even if it was at my expense."

"I do not understand your reasoning, young one. Please explain further."

"Well, I mean... I guess I just... don't think they should die just for making fun of me." You said. "They aren't perfect, I'm not either."

"And you wish to forgive them on that basis?"

"Yeah." You sipped the cup of apple juice Silver had gotten you before he fell asleep yet again.

"You confuse me sometimes, young one." Malleus told you, placing his hand on top your head. "You're very kind to those you don't know... as a half fae, you will likely have much stronger magic than humans... never forget your kindness."

"Ok, Malleus!" You said, kicking your feet happily. You don't know what brought that on, but you knew he was giving good advice. He's been alive so much longer than you, whatever advice he gives, it's probably good!

When Lilia returned to the dorm, it was very late.

He put you to sleep with a sweet lullaby, before discussing what he did with the others.

"Father, you did as (Y/N) asked, right?" Silver asked. "I know you can go... overboard sometimes."

"Fufu! Whatever could you mean, Silver?" Lilia laughed. "Of course I did! I didn't hurt them too badly!"

"Does that mean you didn't hurt them as much as you could have?" Malleus asked.

"Well... maybe they'll be in the infirmary for a few days." Lilia admitted, a devious smile on his face.

"AS THEY SHOULD BE! Serves them right for picking on someone smaller than them." Sebek added.

"That's right..." Lilia whispered.

"Nobody hurts my little bat."

#lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #silver #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere lilia vanrouge #yandere lilia x reader #yandere lilia vanrouge x reader #why doesn't silver have a last name

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drabblesmm · 9 months

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Unnamed Fic (pt.1)

(The beginning to a Shadowhunters Fanfic I've been working on, part 1)

Thomas Doe was known for stupid risks. It was the main reasons he wasn’t allowed on missions anymore, until he was eighteen, at least. It was why he wasn’t allowed a pet or to leave the London Institute. Except you can’t expect a thrill-seeker to stay in one building. No matter how big said building was. Thomas had been sneaking out of the London Institute since he was twelve. He knew all the secret passageways, all the dark corners and all the people who’d turn a blind eye to him. There were a few perks to being a child of the Institute, after all. That night was almost too easy. A few different attacks had led to the Institute being practically empty. The perfect playground for a wild seventeen-year-old. He drew runes on him to climb along the walls and stand on the ceiling. He made ‘potions’ (just various drinks mixed until they smelt weird and off-putting) in the industrial sized kitchens and pretended to be the Head of the Institute, Kairo Stewart. But even putting on a funny voice similar to Kairo’s gruff cockney accent was enough to cure his boredom. Thomas genuinely loved the Institute. He loved the people working there and loved doing his part to make the world better and safer. He’d like to even more if there were literally any other kids there. Thomas had been the youngest Shadowhunter there since he was brought there when he was one. No other kids had been brought in over the sixteen years since, and the other Shadowhunters who’d had kids in that time tended to keep them away from Thomas. He was a ‘bad apple’ who ‘wreaked havoc’. Thomas preferred the term ‘had too much fun’, but each to their own. Kairo seemed to be the only adult who understood him. Or, who saw the chaos as teenage fun and not purposefully disruptive. It was a bit of both, if Thomas was honest. Kairo was one of the oldest in the Institute. Shadowhunters rarely lived past thirty if they lived outside of their homeland, but Kairo was almost fifty and had never lived in Alicante. The peace was ‘too quiet’ for him, which Thomas could understand. Kairo was a gruff and sturdy built man, tall with enough muscle mass to threaten anyone just by standing there. The grey in his hair had arrived and stuck there, and Kairo didn’t seem to mind. It peppered his buzz cut and short beard, mixing with his natural black rather nicely. Thomas hoped he aged as nicely as Kairo, if he lived that long. Thomas was much younger, with ginger curls and little wisps of a beard that didn’t attach to anything else, so it was just little, extremely pale ginger hairs. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent besides a few freckles across his entire body. He was also really frail looking. He knew he could pack a punch, but his body hated showing any muscle mass, so Thomas looked like a strong enough wind would knock him over. And all his clothes were baggy in some way. His pre-pubescent dreams of low buttoned white shirt that showed everything were scrapped long ago. He was lounging around in the Head office, sitting with his feet on the desk. The Head Offices were usually very nicely furnished and organised. But not this one. Kairo rarely organised anything. Paperwork was scattered all over the desk, spare hunting gear was strewn over his hat holding thing, and every single surface had at least two cups of either empty or half-drank tea. Thomas was slightly impressed that it was somehow messier than his own bedroom. “Now, Thomas, you must behave like a depressed adult like the rest of us Shadowhunters are,” Thomas said, addressing no one whilst using his slightly off cockney accent. Thomas was decent at accents, but Kairo’s voice had traces of every county he’d worked in. And he’d worked all over the world.

#shadowhunters #fanfic #writers on tumblr #pt. 1

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littlexredxwolf · 5 years

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Pop the question

Fandom: Marvel Prompt: I'm no good at writing my requests in ask lol. can you please make me a one shot where tony is pregnant with his assistant and they start to fall in love but she doesnt believe that he does love her because she doesnt look as thin and pretty as pepper did even pregnant? i hope this makes sense please and thank you Word Count: Characters: Tony Stark & reader Warnings: none Author note: I'm sorry it’s taken so long, It’s slightly different, I hope it’s alright.

“I’m a whale.” You groaned as you stood in front of the mirror looking at your baby bump. You were thirty weeks pregnant with twins and your stomach had swelled twice the size, you’d not seen your feet since you were twelve weeks. Turning to the side, you watched as your bump moved out of the mirror. “I’m as big as a house.” You mutter glancing over at Tony’s door, as you left the bathroom.

Things between you had been strained lately, he seemed to constantly be working late, always with Pepper. You knew they’d had a relationship before, but you hoped beyond hope he wasn’t back with her, especially not when you carried his twins. Then again you were the size of a blimp, could you blame him? No, you couldn’t. Pepper was beautiful, tall, leggy, slender, and blonde. She was a man’s fantasy, wasn’t she? You were just a woman he’d slept with, if he was with her, well then he was.

You left him to sleep, went to get something to eat, and put on coffee for him. He’d be up soon and going straight back to work. Grabbing an apple, you returned to your seat and sighed. Tony walked out of his office, pushing a hand through his messy hair. “Morning.” He said looking at you, smiling gently you nodded. “Morning.” You replied after swallowing a piece of apple harshly.

You watched him in silence as he made his coffee, he was clearly tired maybe been up all night. “Y/n.” He said causing you to snap out of your daze. “Yes, Tony?” You asked curiously. “Are you free tonight?” He asked breezily like it was nothing. “Yes, why?” You replied, stopping yourself from rolling your eyes. You were pregnant, you were tired all the time and your ankles were swollen, of course, you were free.

“Great, I need a favour. Can you meet me upstairs after work.” Your heart started the pound as you nodded. “Wonderful, I knew you were the right person to help me pick out something for Pepper.” He said before walking off leaving you clutching your chest as tears pricked your eyes.

That evening, you sat looking at your desk you didn’t want to go to his, didn’t want to go and pick Pepper something. You felt jealous, angry, you longed for you two to be together, but it seemed that a one night stand while you were on a business trip together in Italy, and your twins would be all that the two of you would ever share.

“Y/N?” Looking up at Pepper you smiled softly acting like nothing was wrong. “I thought you’d be gone for the night.” She said as she leaned on your desk. “I am, I was just packing up.” You explained knowing you couldn’t wait around and avoid going anymore. “Don’t work too hard,” Pepper warned before walking off, her heels clicking as she went.

You watched her walk away, you were pretty sure she was floating. God, could she be any more perfect? You felt that sickening bitterness starting to fill you up as you watched her and thoughts about why the two were back together.

You stalled for long enough when Happy appeared. “Tony is waiting for you, he sent me to find you.” Looking at Happy, you nodded gently. “I’m going.” You mumbled grabbing your bag and going to the elevator. Part of you thought about pushing every button, holding out the journey for a while, but the sooner it was done, the better.

The doors to the elevator opened and instantly you were plunged into darkness. “Great a power cut.” You mumbled walking into the room. “Tony?” You called, looking around the sitting room. “Tony!” You called again. “In here Y/N.” Came a voice from down the hall, walking down the hall, you walked in and were instantly blinded by the light.

Blinking to adjust to the light, you looked around the room. It was a beautiful nursery set up for twins. “Tony…” you said surprised. “Do you like it?” He asked coming behind you. “It’s beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I finally finished last night, Pepper and Happy have been helping me.” He explained.

Turning around, you looked up at him. “This is what you’ve been doing each night?” She asked. “Yes.” He replied simply. “I wanted to give you a surprise, show you how much I care.” Tears were running down your face as he spoke, you’d released yourself from his arms and were walking around looking at everything.

Stopping as you looked in one of the cribs, you saw a box sat inside. “What’s that?” You asked. “Open it and find out.” He whispered. Slowly you opened the box and looked at a beautiful diamond ring. “Tony…” You looked up at his face, a nervous grin danced on his face.”Is this?” You could hardly speak as you looked at the man in front of you. He took the box off of you and went onto one knee.

“Will you marry me?”

#tony stark one shot #tony stark reader insert #tony stark imagine #marvel reader insert #marvel one shot #tony stark #avengers

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ezmisery · 6 years

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Dwell

He lumbers towards the house. First the right foot, then the left. It is exactly the same step every time. Knee up, ankle forward, foot down. It is infuriatingly slow. The winter air whips around his revolting body. The cold doesn’t bother him. He just keeps walking.

Mosquitos the size of golf balls hang off his ashen skin. They are swollen with blood. I can see the red of their bellies even from the house. I have never seen mosquitos so big. They drape like fat flesh sacks against his nakedness. He doesn’t try to swat them away. It is as if they are a part of him. They grow bigger and bigger as he gets closer. New ones sprout from his skin like exploding pimples. They cling to his cheeks as snow gently covers their jittering bodies.

It wasn’t always like this. He used to be beautiful. Loving. He would light the candles on cold nights and lay down extra blankets. The winter always slipped through the cracks of the house, but he found ways to keep us warm. He loved me like no other man ever had. Almost anything I asked he did for me.

There were some things he refused to do. He wouldn’t chop the wood and put it on the fire. He wouldn’t eat meat or watch me eat it. But the biggest thing, the most important rule, was that I was never allowed to go into the woods.

Ever.

Each morning I awoke alone, blissfully satisfied from the night before. He would be gone. In the woods somewhere. I would make breakfast for myself. Sometimes he came home before the tea had gone cold. Other days he wouldn’t return until the sun held the highest position in the sky. But he was always back before dinner. I was able to handle the lonelier days. I painted, sewed…I read voraciously. Dickinson and Woolf for the most part. Then in the darkness I would recite poems for him naked, straddling his perfect form. He especially liked the ones about death.

Yesterday I spent the entire day alone. I reread my favorite passages. I brushed my hair until it glimmered against the white of the outdoors. I finished two dresses and a shirt for him. The sun had left me by then. He had never stayed out this late. I watched the window, picking out the barely visible snowflakes ripped from the ground by the wind.

I remembered when he first arrived on my doorstep. I had just lost who I thought was the love of my life. Not to death – to be honest I would have preferred to watch him die than have him leave me. I bought the house near the woods so I could be alone. I had dreams of painting a masterpiece. A painting that would make any man insignificant. The house was mostly bare in the beginning. Just a bed, an easel, and my old sewing table. And my books, of course. Slowly I filled the rooms with things. Nothing important. Just odds and ends. After a month it felt like mine.

He showed up on my doorstep one particularly stormy night. In my head I knew it wasn’t a good idea for a woman alone to unlock her door for a strange man. But his eyes in the window looked so familiar. His face was tired but wore a rugged handsomeness that I couldn’t deny. He had no coat and no shoes. Despite this, I opened my house to him.

I swear he made the lamp light brighter. He made the entire house flicker with excitement. I had never felt like this before. I tried to share my dinner with him, but he insisted he didn’t eat meat. Instead he was satisfied to drink some warm apple cider. It tasted delicious on his lips an hour later, when we couldn’t deny our lust for each other anymore. Greedily I started to unbutton my dress but his firm hand stopped me.

“I will love you,” he said calmly. “I will be with you every night. I will keep you warm, keep you fed, and keep you happy. There will never be a night when you sleep alone.”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly. It was so easy to say yes to him.

“Before you agree, you have to know the terms.” He took my fingers and put them to his cheek. “I will never break a tree with my hands or with a weapon. I will never spill the blood of a fellow animal. And every day, with no exemption, I will visit the woods. I may stay all day out there. But you must never follow me. You must never step even one foot into the woods. Do you agree?”

At the time those rules seemed arbitrary. Pointless. I could see they were important to him, but they meant nothing to me. I only knew my thirst for him. “I agree,” I said hungrily. “Anything you say.”

That night we made love for hours. He never grew tired. He fulfilled me in every way imaginable. And when I fell asleep, I dreamt of flowers and bones. That first night was everything to me. And each night that followed, each day I could see him, became more and more addictive. I needed him. He was my air. Every day he went out into the woods before I woke up, barefoot and underdressed. I never knew what he did there. All I knew is that he always came back.

Yesterday I forgot the fervor with which he told me his rules. I only knew my loneliness. A deep unspoken fear blossomed in my chest. Maybe he had grown tired of me. Maybe he would never warm me up again. I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and walked out into the cold to find him. The frost bit my cheeks. It pulled at my skin and left painful gooseflesh. I stumbled through the snow. I didn’t know exactly where I was going, only that I needed to reach the tree line.

There is a magical spot where the vast white expanse of snow meets the trees. It made an almost straight line in the evening air. I reached out, expecting to feel some invisible barrier keeping me out. But nothing was there. I took one step into the forest.

I waited. I still don’t know what I was waiting for. Maybe a sign, or some harboring of doom? But nothing happened. No horrible repercussion. I shook myself off and started into the woods. It was beautiful despite the cold. Snow hung like doilies on the trees. I felt a little frustrated, to be honest, at seeing the beauty of the forest. He kept this from me for no reason.

I searched for him through the branches. I didn’t see any footsteps. In fact, looking back, I didn’t see any signs of life. No birds or squirrels. Just tall dark trees. They seemed infinite. I scoured the white darkness. Everything looked the same. The moon shed some light onto the endless woods but otherwise I had to feel my way around.

It took half an hour to find him. I followed an odd flickering light. Somehow I arrived at circle of saplings. I looked up and there he was. Suspended seven feet up. He was completely naked. Nothing was holding him up there. He just levitated. The light, I realized, was from within him. It licked and climbed his skin. But what really horrified me was the thick tree branch inserted into his mouth.

It must have been twelve inches thick. It flowed between his lips and deep into his throat. His hands caressed the branch like he would my cheek. His face was blissful, a look I’d seen many times after we made love. The branch sprouted from a tree behind him and seemed to keep growing deeper and deeper into him. He never struggled. From what I could see, he was in complete oblivious happiness.

I held a hand over my mouth, trying to keep from crying out. I stepped back and heard a loud crack. Terrified, I looked down and saw that I had snapped a small twig in two with my foot. The light from inside him died. He began to bellow, his eyes suddenly open and full of anger. The tree branch retreated from his inside him and he fell onto the snow. He looked at me. I had never seen such rage before.

“I warned you,” he screamed. “You stupid girl!”

His body began to bend and swell. What I had once found so beautiful became a twisted mass of muscle and bone. I whimpered. That’s when the first mosquito popped out of his skin. It was too much for me. I turned and ran back towards the house. I was sure he was following me, but his steps were far too slow to catch up. I ripped through the woods, powered by fear. Somehow I found the tree line and propelled myself over it. I got to the house and locked the door.

This is where I sit now, watching him lumber towards me. It’s been hours. He still has the rage in his eyes. I have no idea what he is or what happened to him. But I know he is coming for me. I wonder what he will do when he gets to me. Maybe he will snap me in half like I did to the twig. Or maybe he will drink my blood to replenish what the mosquitos are taking from him.

Until he breaks down the door I will recite his favorite poems aloud and think about how he loved me. He is close now. I cannot tell if it’s the wind beating against the door or his fists. Either way, I dwell in possibility. It is where I will live until I can live no more. In his memory and my foolishness.

#ezmisery #horror #scary story #monster #emily dickinson

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virmillion · 6 years

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As Above, So Below - Part 4

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 5 // Masterpost

It’s ya boi back at it with a second fic in the same day because they’re on vacation and time is an illusion - also sorry this one is twice as long as the last few, I apparently love writing from Logan’s perspective because descriptions are too fun

Ship(s): None yet

Warning(s): None, but let me know if you need something tagged

Logan strolls calmly through the corridor of the palace, adjusting his blue tie to sit straight and unwrinkled. The sun rises with the dawn outside, the floor-to-ceiling windows casting sunbeams into the hall, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the air and warming the space like summer. This is one of Logan’s favorite times of day—the silence at daybreak, a whole palace to himself as all of the other inhabitants doze peacefully for a few more hours. A close contender is late at night, when everyone else has retired to their rooms, or raided the kitchen already. The quietness and his own company are all Logan really needs, and just toss in a good book with some Crofter’s-jellied toast for a good day.

He reaches the end of the windowed hall, immediately feeling colder in the next room, with its curtains drawn and doors tightly shut. The library. An ideal room, full of towering bookshelves overflowing with every genre imaginable, organized thousands of different ways every week—one of Logan’s favorite hobbies. But that’s a task for later. For now, he continues through the cold room, trailing a hand over the only cypress desk in the room—a dark slab of wood amidst a handful of pale brazilian cherry tops. Fond memories live within this desk, of late hours preparing for royal court visits, or burning eyes from straining to read with the shrinking light of the candle wick, of escaping the havoc of Exolas and its problems for more peaceful, distant worlds.

In the hall and down the stairs, Logan runs his hand over the red mesquite banister, admiring the smooth finish—the palace staff finally replaced the offending old oak railing. It was like a stain overlooking the grand space before it, painted in a red and white pattern so unnatural it might well have been hundreds of candy canes lining the steps.

Having thoroughly criticized the old decorations, Logan jumps from the third-to-last step to the floor, allowing himself a small smile at the pleasure of it. An old tradition from when he was younger, a little less of a daredevil now than he was then—sliding down the railing on his stomach, face-first and hands in the air, isn’t exactly the safest way to get down the stairs anymore. It probably wasn’t necessarily safe in the first place, anyway.

On to the kitchen, just starting to see the beginnings of activity as the cooks prepare breakfast. Logan lifts a hand in greeting to the head chef, Grace, who waves back with a batter-covered spatula.

“Hi Lo!” she calls out, “why haven’t I seen you lately?”

“Busy with royal nonsense, you understand,” Logan replies, sidestepping someone carrying a platter larger than his head.

“Definitely, but when are we gonna see you down here more often? You’re missing training,” Grace whines, looking back at her oven as Logan recalls the near misses of a knife to his head in their ‘training.’ Admittedly, not a displeasurable time.

“Maybe so, but I would assume you’re missing it, too, if you’ve clawed your way to head of the kitchen staff. How long, precisely, has it taken you to get here?”

“Couple weeks, but you know I’m gonna fight tooth and nail to keep it.” Grace expertly flips a giant rainbow chocolate chip pancake to prove her point. Undoubtedly a special request from one of the younger denizens of the palace.

“I’m sure,” Logan grins. “I’ll look into coming back for training, as I do rather miss it.” He plucks an apple from a basket by the door and calls goodbyes as he slips out of the kitchen, wiping the apple on his shirt and heading for the stairs again. With the apple’s tart flavor spreading over his tongue, it’s time to traverse the endless hallways to find and wake Roman.

As Logan lifts a fist to knock on the tall white door, adorned with red ribbons and rubies, it flies open, Roman’s beaming face behind it.

“Since when do you wake up this early in a good mood?” Logan asks. “You’re the last creature alive I’d associate with being a morning person.”

“Because I finally found one that’ll stump you!” Roman declares triumphantly. He holds up a book of logic puzzles, from which he gives Logan one the first time they see each other every day. Needless to say, most of those who live in the castle avoid going to the bathrooms frequented by the pair in the morning, since they likely don’t want to hear another riddle when they’re just trying to pee.

“Alright, let me have it.” Logan smiles, biting into the apple again. Roman rarely gets this excited unless the puzzle is really hard.

“Okay, so there’s this guy trying to get into a secret club, right? So he stakes out the club building and watches other people get in. The person guarding the door says a number, and the one trying to get in says a number in response. The guard says twelve, so the first member says six. For the next person, the guard says six, so the second member says three. When the guy trying to sneak in goes up, he’s given the number ten, so he says five, but they don’t let him in! Why not?” Roman summarizes all of this from the longer description in the book, snapping it shut with an air of confidence that Logan won’t be able to solve it.

“Roman, I had high hopes for you! This one should have been far more difficult, given your excitement in its introduction,” Logan remarks.

“Big words from someone who hasn’t solved the riddle yet,” Roman pouts. Logan swallows an apple chunk and gives his answer.

“Not out loud, I haven’t. The guy sneaking in should have said three—three letters in the number ten, three letters in the number six, six letters in the number twelve.”

“Way to kill my mood.” Roman sticks his tongue out, tosses the book into his messy room, and links an arm with Logan, stealing a bite from his half-eaten apple.

“First of all, if you would give me a better riddle, I wouldn’t have to ruin your mood. Secondly, I’m about to make it even worse,” Logan reassures him, snatching the apple back.

“How so?” A note of dread tints the edge of Roman’s words. Logan making a threat is never a good sign.

“Today is AKI day.” Assessment of Kingdom Issues, otherwise known as sitting on a throne and doing nothing while citizens talk at Roman, letting Logan deliver the harsh blows before allowing Roman to comfort the people. What fun. “Come on, Princey, down to the throne room, where many great joys and adventures await you in the riveting political scheme of Exolas.”

“I thought I said not to call me that,” Roman grumbles, pretending to be upset. Logan ignores him, carrying on through grand ballrooms, expansive hallways, and peaceful lounges to arrive at the second largest set of doors in the palace. Just ahead of them in size is the entry doors, which proudly guard the building at three stories tall. The doors now in front of the pair are backed with white birchwood, the towering gates looming over the hall. They consume all light and attention with their inlaid rubies and diamonds, spitting it back in glittering patterns across the walls. Even the pashmina carpet, embroidered with gold, dances in the light of the shining stones, all crawling up the door and intertwining with gold piping as it runs across silver lace. Breathtaking, to say the least, but too manufactured for Logan’s tastes.

He throws the door open without a moment of hesitation to admire the shifting reflections of the jewels, exposing a room to rival the doors themselves. A long, vermillion carpet leads up to an elevated stage of hickory pine, polished to smooth perfection. Upon the stage rests one throne, cushioned with rose red and held up by a frame of gold inset with pearls. Only one throne, as the king never lowers himself to interacting with his subjects for AKIs. Dotting the walls of the room stand great marble columns, covered in reliefs of the king in stuff of legend, defeating every obstacle in his path. There’s but one column remaining incomplete, just to the right of the door; some servants hammer away at it, revealing a scene of Roman dueling a dragon.

Having already become desensitized to the scene over their many years of entering the room, the two boys walk right past it all, hardly noticing the striking progress on Roman’s column, or the fervent bows of the workers they pass. Roman settles heavily into the throne, situating his sash to be unrumpled before resting his right ankle on his left knee. Logan takes up position to the left of the throne, holding his shoulders square and clasping his hands behind his back. Roman twiddles his thumbs impatiently as Logan looks on, watching the large doors swing shut to allow unhappy people to line up behind them before coming in to yell at a prince who has absolutely no control over their rotten lots in life.

With a forceful clearing of his throat, Logan kicks the foot of the throne before holding out something very important that Roman somehow managed to forget—his crown. Honestly, it’s a downright miracle that Logan doesn’t just wear it himself at this point. He’s got half a mind to do so, but the other half is preoccupied with sorting out problems for those lucky enough to be able to vent their misdirected anger at Roman.

As Roman finishes adjusting the crown on his head, the doors swing open like a gaping mouth, allowing a castle guard to escort in the first unhappy citizen. Haggard, with tattered clothes and filthy hair, but the shoes on their feet are just shy of being worn all the way through, indicating that while this person might be down on their luck, they haven’t yet reached the bottom of the barrel, typically shown by wearing paper bags for shoes.

“That city of convicts is out of control!” they yell, prompting the guard to shift into a defensive stance. “Every day, they’re always out and about—”

“Doing what?” Logan interrupts, already disinterested and a good deal irritated. “Being human? Trying to move past their soiled backgrounds? Avoiding airheads like you that refuse to accept that some people have it worse than others, and that leads them to make regrettable bad decisions?” The person below Logan and Roman opens and closes their mouth a few times, not unlike a fish gasping in air. With a scowl, Logan jerks his chin at the door, prompting the guard to show the person out. “You aren’t the first person to complain about them,” Logan calls, “and I’m certain you won’t be the last.” Roman gives a half-hearted apology, but the snobbish complainer is already gone. Embarrassment, anger, or something else has made them rush out in a huff, without waiting for the guard, but quite frankly, Logan doesn’t really care.

The next person ushered in carries a basket of spoiled fruits and vegetables. Evidence, in Logan’s opinion, is always more useful in these situations than empty grievances aired for the express purpose of seeing the inside of the palace. This person has some issue about pesticides from a neighbor killing all of their crops, a real problem with an actual solution, finally.

Logan leans down to murmur in Roman’s ear, “send them back with a cease and desist notice for the neighbor, and have the guard take them to the kitchens for some produce-friendly pesticides. Say to ask for Grace, and mention that Logan sent them.” Roman repeats as much to the basket-carrier and the guard, pleased when this citizen walks out in much higher spirits than the one before.

AKIs aren’t so bad, truthfully. Just exhaustingly tedious. With few real problems and all too many complaints about the city of convicts, Logan and Roman are at their wits’ end, and it’s not even lunch yet.

“It’s about the city of convicts,” the latest person says, barreling straight through Logan’s automatic ‘holier than thou’ speech. “Not the convicts themselves, but there are these two boys that are nowhere near as rough as the other people in that city.” Before Logan can attempt to interrupt the person again, Roman holds a hand up in a stop gesture. This might actually be worth listening to. “Both of them have purple hair, kind of like yours,” they bow to the prince and Logan in turn, “and I’m just not sure that it’s in their best interests to leave them out there. I don’t know the two personally, but I’m concerned for their safety.” The person bows low again before allowing the guard to lead them out. The door shuts behind the pair and remains so. AKIs over.

“Now that’s an interesting one,” Logan remarks. Roman gives a noncommittal grunt of agreement, rising from his throne in search of food. Making a mental note of the latest complaint and carefully filing it away for later consideration, Logan follows.

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The Art of Bad Friends and Good Redemptions

Summary: Dan had never wanted to move away from home - no twelve year old did. But things look less bad when he makes a friend in the forest. And then they look way bad when this friend turns out to be a vampire.

Word Count: 6.4k

uhh i had like 6k of this written since halloween and just had to write the ending? talk about lazy assholes am i right

Dan was adamant about not moving. Of course, being only twelve years old and having no actual control over his parents’ decisions, this did virtually nothing for him. No twelve-year-old actually wanted to move, though. At this point in life he already had stakes in the ground, he had friends back home, had a school that he loved. And now he was supposed to live out in the middle of nowhere!

That wasn’t explicitly true, they had neighbors and such, but there weren’t any stores or shopping centers remotely close to them—if he ever wanted to buy something he’d have to get his parents to drive him all the way to a store. Not to mention the bus ride was going to be horrendous, seeing as the school was nearly an hour away. Dan didn’t see why his parents had actually thought this would be a good place to move to.

Dan kicked a box labeled “BEDDING” and watched it slide across the floor. His hands were shoved deep in the pocket of his hoodie, a couple sizes too big for him so that it almost seemed he was drowning in it. It was necessary though, seeing as it was cold out—it was cold in the house as well, as they’d only just turned on the heating. Day one of living there and Dan was already sure that it was only downhill from here.

“Stop sulking,” his mother said brightly, appearing from a doorway that led to the kitchen. Dan shifted his now-permanent glare in her direction. In normal circumstances he might’ve argued that he wasn’t sulking, but now he definitely was and he wanted everyone to know it. They’d ruined his life, they might as well have to see the consequences.

“It’s cold in here,” Dan responded. One complaint on his list of many.

“Dad just turned on the heat so it’ll be warm soon,” his mother replied. She set the box down by the stairs. Dan hated the stairs. They were steeper than his old stairs and they felt strange to climb—different. “Why don’t you go play outside or something? Take your mind off things.”

“There’s nothing to do outside,” Dan snapped. His mother huffed in annoyance, an eye roll already appearing for his sake, and she walked across the room and flipped open the lid of a box. Out came a soccer ball, which she tossed to Dan.

“Take that. Either go play or do something productive,” she instructed, and Dan grumbled angrily as he stalked towards the back door, slamming it behind him.

It was cold and dreary outside, the sky covered in low, overcast clouds. He shivered slightly as he dropped the ball on the ground and resolutely kicked it against the side of his house. He kicked it again and again, until he was kicking as hard as he could, his anger pouring out of him and into the ball and against the stupid house. The ball went flying, careening behind him and crashing into the woods. The forest behind his house was huge, the trees tall and seemingly never ending.

He started into the woods almost nervously, wondering just how many wild animals could be living in here. He spotted his ball soon enough, lodged under the low hanging branches of a bush. Soon enough he had his ball in hand and was ready to leave the forest, but something insistent and curious in his mind longed for him to travel deeper. In the end, it was the thought of his mother disapproving of him venturing too deep into the woods that sent him furthering his exploration.

Maybe he could simply run away. His parents couldn’t force him to live there, to go to school and make new friends, if they couldn’t find him. Dan kicked a rock into a nearby creek, moments later jumping over it. He felt a sort of change in the air then, something that set his heart racing.

He whipped his head around, examining the surrounding forest around him, before he saw a boy standing slightly behind a tree, so still Dan almost hadn’t noticed him. He looked to be about the same age as him, maybe a year or two older. He was pale with dark hair, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt despite the cold.

“Hi,” Dan called, turning to face him fully. The boy’s eyes widened slightly, before he stepped around the tree, looking almost sheepish.

“Hi,” he returned.

“I just moved here,” Dan offered, taking a step closer. The boy seemed to be holding himself stiffly, and Dan swallowed uncomfortably. “Um, I’m Dan.”

“Phil,” the other boy answered. He finally seemed to get ahold of himself and stepped closer, until he and Dan were at a close enough distance that they didn’t have to speak up to hear each other. “You wanna play with that?”

Dan nodded, tossing him the ball. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

—

Dan’s friendship with Phil began mainly because of how easy it was. He almost always showed up in the woods when Dan ventured into them, though he didn’t go to Dan’s school. Dan wasn’t very interested in making friends at his school; they all seemed pretty cemented into their friend groups anyway—he doubted he could make a real friend even if he tried.

Luckily, he had Phil, and so he wasn’t completely bored. Usually he’d come home after school and toss his bookbag onto his bed before escaping into the woods. A lot of the time he and Phil just explored, climbing trees and splashing through creeks.

“Phil?” Dan called, jumping over the familiar creek and continuing on the other side.

“Boo,” someone whispered in his ear, and Dan gasped, jumping away and spinning around. It was Phil, of course—it was always Phil, but that didn’t stop his heart from racing. He didn’t know how Phil did it, always managing to sneak up on him, but it was a skill Dan wouldn’t mind having himself.

“You jerk!” Dan accused, slapping Phil on the arm. Phil laughed and grabbed his wrist, tugging him deeper into the forest.

“Come on, I have something to show you,” he insisted. Dan grumbled as Phil led him to whatever interesting thing he’d found this time. And so their interactions continued for the next couple of months. Phil always being there when Dan went to find him, always having some fun activity planned. He’d never told his parents about Phil, or anyone else, for that matter. It felt like Phil was his own personal secret, someone only he got to know.

Plus, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his parents would disapprove of him for some reason. Maybe because he looked a little scary when you didn’t know him yet, or maybe because his skin always felt cool to the touch, and how the weather didn’t seem to effect what he wore. But Dan didn’t care whether his parents would approve of him or not, as he was easily the best friend he’d ever had before.

—

Dan took another bite of his apple as he ventured further into the woods, absentmindedly swatting a branch out of the way as he did. He was always hungry when he got home from school. He tended to skip out on lunch, seeing as he had no one to eat with. It felt too embarrassing to sit by himself, and so usually he’d hide in the bathrooms or an unused classroom, occasionally even retiring to the nurse. Though his mother always told him not to eat a whole lot when he got home from school lest he ruin his dinner, and so small snacks it was. Dan didn’t really mind, seeing as the alternative would be eating his lunch all alone, feeling embarrassed as he did.

Phil was apparently nowhere to be found, not appearing in the clearing they usually chose to meet in. Of course, this didn’t really mean much—Dan rarely saw Phil before Phil saw him. He braced himself, prepared for Phil to try to sneak up on him, but when nothing happened he glanced around curiously, wondering if Phil really wasn’t here today.

He continued to one of their other haunts, a big tree that was perfect to climb and even better to lounge in. Sometimes he and Phil would dare each other to go higher and higher, until they were balancing on the flimsiest branches at the top, their hands sweaty and their bodies pumping with adrenaline.

He had just opened his mouth to call Phil’s name when he heard a strange noise coming from his right. Brows furrowed, Dan continued in that direction, avoiding stepping on any branches in case he was about to scare an animal away. It’d be better if Phil was with him, of course, but at least he’d be able to tell his friend whatever he saw.

Dan had just stepped into the clearing when he froze, his brain struggling to process what he was seeing.

It was Phil. Phil, crouched low to the ground with his hands buried in a deer’s fur. Phil, blood all over his hands and dripping from his mouth, from what Dan could see. Phil, ducking down and burying his face in the animal’s body, seemingly drinking its blood.

Dan didn’t realize he’d dropped the apple until it hit the ground with a thud.

Phil jerked up at the noise, turning to face Dan, but Dan was already running. Monster. Monster! Phil was a monster, oh God!

“Dan!” Phil called after him, but Dan didn’t bother responding, panting erratically as he ran away. His knees felt weak with fear, his entire body tight and heavy and light all at the same time. He could barely even feel himself running, was barely even aware that he was doing it.

Phil had always beat him in races, but Dan must’ve been running too fast for him this time, or perhaps he wasn’t even chasing Dan. He didn’t care, and he wasn’t going to look behind himself either. He just crashed through the woods until he was free of them, until he was sprinting up his back steps and charging through his house, ignoring his mother when she called out a greeting to him. He continued up the steps, still not slowing, until he was in his parents’ room and digging through his mother’s box of jewelry, breathing a sigh of relief when he came across a cross.

Dan didn’t even think twice before putting the thing around his neck. He wasn’t sure if it would really protect him, if it would really ward off Phil, but he was willing to give it a chance. He was never going into the forest again. God, he’d been interacting with Phil for so long when he was capable of doing… that.

He’s legs felt shaky as he finally left his mother’s room. His heart was still pounding so hard and so loudly that he could hardly hear anything else. He was still panting too, struggling to get oxygen into his lungs both because of his erratic sprinting and because of the panic gripping him. Finally, after leaning against the wall outside his mother’s room and waiting for his body functions to return to normal, he ventured into his own room.

And he froze.

“Let me explain,” Phil said, seated on his bed. All the blood had vanished from his body, though that didn’t make Dan fear him any less.

“H-how’d you get in?” Dan whispered, taking a step back towards the door. And furthermore, how did Phil even know where he lived? Dan had never taken him to his house before.

Dan’s hand was on the door handle and he was ready to bolt.

“Dan,” Phil pleaded. Dan ignored him, wrenching open the door. In the blink of an eye, Phil was standing in front of him, one of his hands holding the door shut. Dan squeaked, trembling with fear before him.

“Listen to me!” Phil instructed. Dan shook his head.

“You’re a monster,” he whispered. Then he pulled his mother’s cross out from under his shirt and held it up. Phil made a pained noise, looking at the cross sadly.

“But Dan—“

“Go away!” Dan demanded, even daring to shove his friend. His ex-friend. The monster. Phil looked hurt, but he finally complied. He ran his eyes over Dan once more before climbing out the window and vanishing.

Dan finally let out a shaky breath, sinking to the floor with his back still against the door.

— — —

Dan sighed, staring out the window as his mother continued to drone on.

“…and no parties. Or girls.” Dan glared at her. Did it look like he had enough friends to throw a party? And yeah, he’d yet to come out to his mother, but did it really look like he was interested in girls? And even if he was, what in her right mind made her think he’d be able to get one to like him? Surely she could see how unpopular he was. “Got that?”

“Yeah,” Dan muttered. He didn’t see why his mother had to go on the business trip with his father anyway. And if she really didn’t trust Dan enough to leave him alone then she should just take him with her.

“Alright, I love you. Goodbye! And happy birthday again,” his mother said, with a flurry of hugs and kisses on the top of his head.

“It’s not a big deal,” Dan protested, pushing her away. “Goodbye.” Turning seventeen might be a big deal to some people, but not to him. It would be embarrassing if he was excited about it anyway, seeing as he didn’t have anyone to celebrate with.

He waited a few minutes until after his mother left to drag his bike out of the garage and start pedaling towards town. He could drive by now and hadn’t actually biked to the store in forever, but his parents had taken the car for their trip. Having a car might’ve made him feel a bit more comfortable though. Riding his bike down the roads that were surrounded with woods had never failed to make him uneasy, for obvious reasons.

Normally he didn’t like dwelling on it, on the things that’d happened when he was younger, but sometimes it was hard to stop the course of his thoughts. He could still remember seeing the other little boy bent over the deer, blood covering his hands and face. The same spike of fear went through Dan now, though muted with memory. Phil had actually left him alone after that, after he’d commanded him to go away. Sometimes Dan wondered if any of it had even happened at all or if it’d all just been his overactive imagination.

Thankfully, Dan arrived at the store in once piece a half hour later, making sure to weigh his bag down with soda and candy. Just because he couldn’t celebrate his birthday with others didn’t mean he couldn’t celebrate it with himself, anyway. Once he had a sufficient means of obtaining diabetes, he headed back out.

Night was already falling, a testament to how early his parents had left in order to get to their destination the next day. Riding home felt even creepier this way, though Dan just tried to shake off the unease. He was probably just paranoid.

Or maybe he was just really unlucky. He was pedaling quickly down the deserted road when a deer suddenly ran out in front of him. With a shout, Dan swerved to avoid the deer, clutching his brakes as he went flying into the woods, his bike bumping over various roots and branches. He was thrown from the bike after a particularly big jolt, his bike falling and tumbling down the sloping woods as he crashed along the ground. A tree stopped his descent, though only because he’d been flung into it. His rips ached where he’d collided with the tree, and the rest of him stung and throbbed with various cuts and bruises. He was breathing quickly, adrenaline pumping through him as much as the pain.

A quick survey of the forest suggested that retrieving his bike wouldn’t be worth it. He wasn’t sure he’d even be able to make it back to the top of the hill after getting his bike—plus it was probably too damaged to be of any use to him anyway.

He groaned, struggling to sit up with all the pain fighting for his attention. He felt supremely dizzy after managing to sit up against the tree and had to take a breather. God, how was he going to get home? And what was to say a wild animal wouldn’t come across him first? He tried to avoid thinking about the possibility of something even worse finding him.

After almost ten minutes of just sitting there and trying to get his bearings back, Dan used the tree to help drag himself back to his feet. He whimpered as the movement made his ribs throb, his legs shaking pathetical underneath him.

“Stupid deer,” Dan muttered, glaring back towards the road. He reached out for another tree, letting it steady him as he stumbled towards the road. It took a disconcerting amount of time for him to make it back to the pavement, time spent leaning against trees and panting over the little exertion, sweat steadily lathering his body. Once on the road, he found it was even harder to make progress, having to take slower and steadier steps with the absence of trees to lean on.

There was almost no hope of any cars driving by either—Dan had journeyed back and forth to these stores many times since moving here and rarely did he find himself with any company. He had no clue how long it might take him to get back to his house on foot, not to mention that he was moving slower than ever before. At this pace, it might take hours.

“Want some help?” a quiet voice said. Dan froze, the hand holding his injured ribs tightening with fear until he was crushing his already painful side, making it throb viciously. Dan turned slowly, peering into the woods, though he saw nothing.

I imagined it, he told himself. Nobody’s there.

Dan continued on his way, slow and steady and even more fearful than before. Occasionally he would think he was hearing something coming from the woods, a crack of a branch or a rustle of leaves, and that would leave him speeding up until he was panting and shaking from the effort, from the pain.

Dan continued forging onward even when he started to stumble, when the world started to spin in front of his eyes and he couldn’t quite tell which was was up and which was down. He continued as spots blinked across his vision, as he fell to his knees and vomited. And then he crawled, one hand still clutching his side, his other one assisting in the actual crawling. Good grief, Dan was sure he’d never been in so much pain in his life.

“You’re being ridiculous,” a voice said casually from beside him. Dan flinched before biting his lip and determinedly continuing. It’s just your imagination.

Suddenly a hand settled on his back, and Dan couldn’t go on anymore. He froze, a low moan of fear escaping from his lips at the contact. His entire body refused to work even as he begged himself to run, as he pleaded with his limbs to stop hurting and start moving.

A bloodied wrist found its way into his vision, before it was being pressed against his mouth. Dan protested, trying to shove it away, but he was too weak. He could do nothing as the warm blood filled his mouth, tasting not like blood at all but sweet, almost like an apple. All at once, the pain vanished from his body, along with the fog in his head. Dan was gasping and flinging himself away from Phil—monster—as soon as he could.

“What? Not even a thank you?” Phil taunted. Dan glared at him before taking a cautious step forward, trying to ease his way around him.

Phil huffed in annoyance before he was standing. A second later he had Dan pressed against a tree.

“Most people would thank a vampire who’d just saved their life,” Phil growled. Dan tilted his face away from him, his heart thundering in his chest. Perhaps most disconcerting was how attractive Phil was. Whatever vampire lore there was, whatever it said about aging was not true. Phil had clearly aged during the years that Dan hadn’t seen him, and he’d become better looking for it.

“Thank you,” Dan finally managed to say. “Now let me go.”

Phil hummed. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Dan stiffened in his grip, his eyes widening fearfully. Phil just scoffed. “Jesus, Dan, if I wanted to kill you and drink your blood I would’ve done it years ago. You don’t even lock your windows when you sleep.”

Dan spluttered. “I—what—how do you know that!”

Phil rolled his eyes before he leaned closer. He whispered in Dan’s ear, so that his every breath spilled hotly against his skin, making him shiver, making goosebumps rise all along his body. “What if I told you I’ve been watching you all this time?”

“Creepy,” Dan muttered.

“Maybe,” Phil relented. And then he finally pulled away from Dan. “Now how about we go celebrate your birthday?” With that, he held up Dan’s bag. Dan hadn’t even seen it when he’d fallen from his bike—Phil must’ve found it down somewhere near where his bike had ended up.

Swallowing thickly, Dan nodded in agreement. He wasn’t quite sure how many times someone could refuse a vampire without it getting angry enough to eat them.

Thankfully, Dan could walk easily now that Phil’s weird magic blood had healed him. And he didn’t pull any other crazy shit either, both of them just walking silently side by side back to Dan’s house. Dan felt anxious. Sure, Phil could’ve killed him any of the tons of time they’d hung out as children, but how he supposed to trust him just because he hadn’t decided to murder Dan? He didn’t know how a vampire’s mind worked; Phil could’ve had ulterior motives for not eating him.

Dan slowed slightly as they approached his house. He really didn’t want to let Phil inside, didn’t want him in his home. Maybe there was some way he could trick Phil? Maybe he could just close the door really quickly behind him and hope Phil got the hint and went the fuck away.

Dan had just barely enacted his plan, only managing to step into the doorway and just barely try to tug the door shut behind him, before Phil’s hand was stopping its movement easily. Dan glared at him.

“You can’t come in,” he said. “I just remembered I’m not allowed to have anyone over. And I have a ton of homework. And I’m tired.”

Phil just raised an eyebrow. “Your mother said you weren’t allowed to have any girls over. I take it she doesn’t know you’re gay?” He then shoved the door open a little wider—quite easily, despite Dan trying to hold it closed—and squeezed his way into the house.

“I’m not!” Dan protested immediately, not even bothering to ask how frequently Phil was spying on him. It must be quite frequent, if he’d heard even that conversation from earlier. Unless he’d just been aware that his parents were going away and had been paying extra close attention.

Phil just rolled his eyes before slamming the front door shut. Before Dan even had time to register it, he was being pressed against the door, Phil’s hands pinning his wrists above his head, his body aligned with Dan’s.

“This is the type of porn you like to watch, isn’t it?” Phil whispered. Dan gasped, trying to push Phil away, his face flaming red.

“No!” he denied, squirming against Phil’s grasp.

“Unless you were imagining doing the pinning?” Phil suggested, and a moment later their positions were switched. Phil’s back was against the door, his arms looped around Dan’s back and holding them close to each other.

“No—”

“I thought so,” Phil proclaimed, and then Dan was against the door again, Phil’s body pressed all along his. And damn his stupid teenage self—he really was getting turned on from this. He tried to remind himself that Phil was a monster, tried to remember what it looked like to see him preying on that deer. Instead, all he could think about was the firm planes of Phil’s chest pressed up against his, his cool fingers trailing up Dan’s arm.

“S-stop,” he whispered, fear coiling in his gut as he clenched his eyes shut. And with that Phil was gone—or at least, no longer pressed against Dan.

He opened his eyes to see Phil already lounging on the couch. Dan took a moment to wipe his eyes, embarrassed at the tears that had apparently built up there, and made his way to the couch as well. He sat on the opposite end and held himself stiffly, his entire body tight and unrelaxed. Phil, meanwhile, was comfortable spread out, seeming perfectly at home. He sighed heavily.

“Loosen up, Dan,” he said softly. Dan stiffened as he was addressed. Phil stood and made his way around the back of the couch until he was standing behind Dan, his hands settling on Dan’s shoulders (Dan flinched) and working into a steady massage. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You’re a vampire,” Dan said, as if that alone disregarded what he’d said. And maybe it did. Dan didn’t know all that much about vampires, he hadn’t even known they were /real/ until he was twelve, but surely they were evil?

“And I eat animals, obviously,” Phil muttered. Dan guessed that that might be true, seeing as he /had/ seen Phil eating the deer. He couldn’t help his shoulders relaxing under Phil’s ministrations, as his thumbs worked out the knots in Dan’s shoulders easily.

Eventually, Phil settled back down on the couch, this time directly beside Dan, who contained his flinch. He couldn’t help the fear that still thrummed quietly in his veins, but it was definitely less than before, proving Phil had helped to assuage it before. And surprisingly, Dan found himself believing that Phil really /wasn’t/ going to hurt him.

They ended up watching tv together late into the night, and when Dan told him that he wanted to go to sleep, Phil simply nodded and said his goodbyes. He even left through the door like a dignified person.

That night, Dan laid in bed anxiously as he tried to fall asleep. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Phil might be watching him, and his cheeks flushed every time he remembered the comment Phil had made about porn, because he wasn’t wrong—that really was the stuff Dan watched. Which meant that Phil had seen him watching it… which was horrendously embarrassing.

Multiple times, he whipped his head towards the window, trying to see if there was a figure outside of it watching him. He finally did fall asleep though.

The next morning, he woke with Phil sitting on the end of his bed, idly flipping through a book. Dan gasped when he realized he wasn’t alone, and Phil just rolled his eyes.

“Even after I told you that I knew you didn’t lock your windows, you /still/ didn’t lock them?” he said, exasperated. Dan flushed, realizing that that detail actually had slipped his mind. “You should be glad I’m really not a murderous vampire.”

Phil easily went about reinstating himself in Dan’s life. He showed up randomly, half the time scaring the shit out of Dan in the process. And he was an extremely touchy person, constantly pressing himself against Dan; randomly playing with his fingers or massaging his feet while he did his homework. And strangely, Dan stopped minding it, and he stopped fearing Phil too.

He became so comfortable around Phil that it no longer seemed odd to wake up with the other man somewhere in his room—usually his bed. Eventually, he even went back into the forest with him, though most of the time Dan preferred it when they were in his house. It helped that his parents weren’t home a lot, usually working or on trips or just out of the house, for some reason or other.

The only thing Dan really couldn’t get used to about Phil was his habit of pressing Dan against walls. If Dan said something that annoyed him, or if they were teasing each other and Phil wanted the last word, he’d just shove Dan against a wall and pin his hands above his head, which always managed to shut him up. It did more than that—it made him grow hot all over, made him breathe shakily and become embarrassingly turned on. And there was no way Phil didn’t realize what he was doing.

The fact remained that they were dancing around each other. Dan was waiting for Phil to eventually push him against the wall and then push /himself/ against Dan. Except he never did—he always just stepped away with a smirk, knowing that he was riling Dan up and doing nothing to fix it.

To make matters worse, Dan was too afraid to touch himself—even when Phil wasn’t around, he didn’t know if he might show up soon or, God forbid, be /watching/ him already. And when there were instances when he woke up already hard… well Phil was usually already in his room, and Dan had to sit awkwardly under the covers and wait for the problem to abate.

The only time he was safe was when he was in the shower. Or so he thought. All his frustrations would build to a crescendo and he’d escape to take a shower, leaning against the wall and moving his hand over himself as quickly as he could. He couldn’t help the quiet little gasps that escaped from his mouth as he got closer and closer…

And then there was a knock on the door. Dan abruptly bit his lip, letting go of himself and straightening up, his cock still throbbing.

“Y-yes?” he said.

“Dan,” Phil’s voice said. He hadn’t been here when Dan had gotten in the shower—it was just his luck for Phil to show up now. “You’ve been in there forever! I’m bored.”

“Entertain yourself somewhere else,” Dan suggested with annoyance, his hand already drifting back down to palm himself. He was careful to keep his breathing steady, knowing Phil had better hearing than him.

“There’s nothing to do,” Phil whined.

“Read a book,” Dan snapped. “And leave me alone.”

He waited a few moments, making sure Phil had left, and went back to touching himself. He breathed through his mouth, still doing his best to keep quiet…

Suddenly, he heard the door open, and Dan froze behind the curtain, listening intently.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded, as the door shut again. He heard Phil hop onto the counter.

“Keeping you company,” Phil said easily. “This way at least we can talk.”

“What if I don’t want you to keep me company?” Dan muttered, leaning against the wall and tilting his head back. The water pounded down on his chest, running steadily down his body. This really put a hitch in his plans.

“Whyever not?” Phil asked. Dan was almost sure he could hear a smirk in his voice, and he had to resist growling in annoyance. Did that bastard know exactly what Dan had been doing? Did he really expect Dan to never masturbate again?!

“Showers are private,” Dan answered anyway. “I’m naked back here, you know.”

“Of course I know,” Phil scoffed. “You just keep showering. You can entertain me while you do.”

Dan just hummed in response, silently resigned. Perhaps he should make the water cold and get out of the shower.

Or… maybe he could just continue.

Slowly, as if afraid the curtain would be yanked open, Dan brought his hand back to his arousal, slowly sliding it along his length. God, it felt good. He slid his thumb over the slit, unable to hold in the small intake of breath it caused.

“So I was thinking…” Phil started, and Dan hummed noncommittally. He made the right noises where appropriate—though they sometimes came out sounding more like moans. He gave is input when Phil asked for it, trying not to sound like he was touching himself.

“You know,” Phil said.

“What?” Dan gasped quietly.

“You’re completely unentertaining when you’re masturbating.”

Dan froze, his breathing suddenly harsh in his ears. He hadn’t expected Phil to call him out on it!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dan replied, subtly shifting towards the tap. He just had to make the water cold and then this problem would go away.

“Yes you do,” Phil said easily. “How kinky—touching yourself while I’m right here.” Dan couldn’t help groaning quietly, and then he was touching himself again. Phil just snickered, and Dan ignored him, tilting his head back against the wall and panting loudly.

“Does that feel good, Dan?” Phil asked. His voice sounded closer, as if he was standing on the exact other side of the curtain.

“Yes,” Dan whispered, his hand speeding up.

“Can I help?”

“Yes!”

With that, the curtain was being torn open, revealing a surprisingly naked Phil who stepped right in. He pinned Dan immediately, pulling his hands away from himself and pressing them against the wall. Phil was cold, as he always was, and Dan shivered despite the hot water.

“God,” he choked, arching towards Phil’s body, who was still standing just far enough away that this accomplished absolutely nothing. “C’mon Phil,” Dan murmured, his eyes wide and his throat thick with pleasure. “Touch me.”

“If you say so,” Phil said with a smirk, and then his hand was wrapping around Dan’s shaft and Dan was arching into his touch, keening and pressing himself against Phil’s cold body.

“Oh God, oh fuck,” he breathed, and Phil held him close, one hand steadying him and the other pumping over his cock quickly, leaving Dan jerking into his fist desperately. “Touch you?” Dan managed, around the general block in his brain caused by the movement of Phil’s fingers. Phil hummed his agreement, and then Dan was sliding his hand down Phil’s chest, taking a moment to cup his balls before he was wrapping his hand around Phil’s arousal.

Their wrists knocked against each other clumsily as they moved faster and faster, and Dan was pretty sure that all of his weight was rested against Phil, that if Phil were to move, he’d fall straight to the floor. He was bucking into Phil, panting into his neck, and he could barely concentrate on pleasuring Phil back, so overwhelmed with what Phil was doing to him.

Eventually, Phil knocked Dan’s hand aside and pinned his hands high above his head once more, until Dan could do nothing but uselessly tug on them as Phil’s hand flew over his cock with seemingly unnatural speed.

“Phil, Phil, Phil,” Dan chanted, his head thrown back, the shower tiles cold against his skin, almost as cold as Phil himself. Dan moaned, something long and drawn out, and he yanked desperately at Phil’s grip, feeling like he needed to hold onto something, anything.

With a sudden conviction, he knew he was going to fall. His legs were going to give out, were already quivering and he hadn’t even come yet. But he was about to, it was building and building and Dan was whining and whimpering, tossing his head from side to side and tugging his wrists petulantly.

“Phil!” he cried out. “Please!” He didn’t even know what he was begging for—release maybe, of either the orgasm kind or pinned-to-the-wall kind. Phil seem to interpret it as “suck on my neck”, however, and bent down to lath his tongue over Dan’s throat (his surprisingly warm tongue) and to suck the skin into his mouth, his teeth running gently over it.

All at once, Dan’s entire body seemed to fill with fire and ice, or maybe oil and water—either way things were reacting or repelling but definitely exploding and Dan was coming apart in Phil’s hands, and coming in his hand, and he might’ve been screaming while doing it. His legs definitely gave out, and he would’ve fallen if Phil hadn’t gathered him up in his arms, hadn’t held him up and breathed against his ear and whispered nice things like you’re beautiful and we’ll have to do this again and I love you.

Phil was still noticeably hard, and once Dan regained the use of his legs he leaned against the shower wall, the water starting to turn cold, and raised an eyebrow at Phil.

“You gonna do anything about that?” Dan asked, gesturing towards Phil’s arousal, and Phil titled his head in a manner that seemed distinctly predator-like.

“When you could be doing it for me?”

“I just think you have perfect wank material,” Dan said loftily, and he spread his arms, raising his eyebrows suggestively. He’d expected Phil to laugh, and then he’d expected to offer to get on his knees for the other man, but instead Phil just reached down and touched himself lazily.

Dan’s breath stuttered, and he watched with wide eyes as Phil worked over himself—first slow, and then faster, and faster. He came without much fuss, without all the moaning and whining that Dan had done (which he felt a bit embarrassed about now, in the face of Phil’s calm and collected orgasm), but he did it on Dan’s skin, his warm, sticky release splattering on Dan’s chest. And then he licked it off.

By this time, Dan was starting to get hard again, and they had to retire from the bathroom before the water bill climbed any higher (and before Dan got any harder). They ended up climbing into Dan’s bed together, curled against one another and tracing invisible patterns against each other’s skin.

“I think I love you too,” Dan admitted quietly, and Phil chuckled lowly into his hair. They laid against each other for long enough that Phil’s body stopped feeling so cold beside Dan’s—in fact, it almost started to feel warm.

#phan #phanfic #phanfiction #jilliancares #vampire!phil #uhh #yeah hi!#yes hi hello!#oh?#i should be alseep?#because i have work tomorrow?#no bitch!#i wanted to finish something for once!!!#enjoy

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hey if you still take requests or ever have the time, do you think you could write something with Stan comforting eddie after an asthma attack at school or something?? no pressure or anything ofc! love ur blog :)

here you go! its not a shipfic but i hope youll like it :0

Stan Uris had always wanted to be a doctor.

Cliche, he knows- after all, what Jewish set of parents DOESN’T raise their child to want that? But Stan’s desire is… different. He genuinely wants to help people; to give them second chances and third ones and new lives. The only problem is, he’s incredibly squeamish with even the slightest gore.

He loves the clean, crisp, medical aspect of doctoring. The smell of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol, cleaning products, the gleamingly clean tabletops. He loves how organized and sterile everything is, how sure and perfect. What he doesn’t love is the blood. The suffering. The feeling of failure if you can’t help, the sight of a person in pain.

Like all the Losers, their close brush with It put a burden on his shoulders. He feels, every day, as if he could have done more, should have done more! How many more lives could he had saved had he not been a cowardly sonofabitch?

So he lives, every day, hoping that he will get over it and be able to avoid much human suffering until med school.

Today is not the day for that.

“See you tomorrow, Richie!” Stan calls, watching his friend bound down the steps. He smiles absently, swinging his small book bag filled with texts about his favorite topic- birds. He has to return them to the library. He wonders absently if he’ll see Ben there, as book-obsessed as his bigger friend is, and decides to take the long way around.

As soon as he rounds the corner, he sees a small, prone boy sitting on the blacktop asphalt of the outside school basketball court. Stan smiles, recognizing the figure as the one and only Eddie Kaspbrak. He walks over, patting his shoulder jovially, before noticing something was wrong.

Eddie looks pale, unbelievably pale, almost the color of curdled milk. He’s wheezing softly, his knuckles as white as his face in their attempt to hold onto the ground as if afloat in the ocean. He isn’t, to Stan’s horror, coughing as he usually does during his daily dose of breath shortage, and Stan remembers something he learned from one of his textbooks; /coughing only happens during smaller asthma attacks/. Which meant that this wasn’t a small attack. Judging by the way Eddie’s adam’s apple is working soundlessly, this is not even a medium-sized one. This was a doozy.

Stan scrambles desperately, wheeling to face his friend, and grabs Eddie by the shoulders. Eddie’s holding his aspirator, and though he’s shot it into his mouth a few times, it is NOT working. Stan sits Eddie up straight, talking to him softly.

“Eddie, hey hey- you’re gonna be alright, okay? Just- just sit forward, like that, and… calm down.” Eddie’s face is one of incredulity, and Stan rolls his eyes. “I know, Eds. But you gotta just… space out. Think about anything, anything at all, okay?”

Eddie’s face sets in a look of concentration, and quickly, surely, his symptoms fall away. Color returns to his cheeks. He begins breathing normally again. He looks… like Eddie. Small, thin, nervous Eddie. Stan simply reaches out a hand, pulling Eddie to his feet.

“Want me to walk you home?” Eddie smiles and nods.

The boys walk side by side, laughing about something or other, before there is a lull in the conversation. Stan looks sideways at his friend, before asking, “so… what were you thinking of?”

Eddie smiles knowingly. “See, I knew you’d ask that, Stan. Always asking the good questions, you are.” Stan looks at him cynically, and Eddie continues. “You’ll… You’ll think I’m stupid.”

Stan snorts aloud. “Eddie, I’m so obsessed with birds that I used to have a crush on Daisy Duck from the Mickey cartoons. I don’t think I’m one to talk.”

“Wait, are you for real?”

“Yes, for real,” Stan says solemnly. “Continue, please.”

Eddie bites his lip. “Don’t… You’ll say I’m a weirdo.” The look on Stan’s face says otherwise, so he lets out a gust of breath and says finally, “Bill.”

“Pardon?”

Eddie whips around. “I was thinking about Bill, okay?! I just… I was thinking about how Bill would never feel so pathetic and small, and he’d never give in to himself so easily, and then I was thinking about his hair and his eyes and his hands and his lips and his arms… I was just trying to calm down,” he finishes meekly. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Stan looks calmly at Eddie, not shocked in this new development but shocked in the vocalisation.”I won’t hurt you. Tell me about him.”

“What?” It was Eddie’s turn to be perplexed.

“Tell me. About. Bill.” Stan says the words in a quiet, steadily staccato rhythm, and looked levelly at Eddie.

Eddie looks faintly mortified, but he presses on. “Oh… Um.” He gulps. “I… I don’t really know. Bill’s… He’s real nice. He’s a great guy, and brave, too. He’s just so brave, y’know? He loves all of us so much, and he’s so kind. And he’s got that laugh and that smile, and he’s so smart, too…” He trails off, already thoroughly embarrassed into a deep shade of pink.

Stan asks in a low, steady voice, “he sure is handsome, huh?”

“Oh, ayuh,” Eddie says instantly. “He’s real handsome. His hair, it’s… Ben talks about Bevvie’s, you know, all mushy and all, and… That’s Bill, too. And his freckles and his dimples, they’re so…” Eddie looks away in humiliation and discomfort with speaking his mind on Bill Denbrough, but Stan’s kind face pushes him through. “And his arms, he’s so STRONG, it’s just about the best thing ever. He gives the best hugs.” His head snaps up sharply. “Wait.”

Stan looks on mildly. “Yes?”

Eddie’s eyes narrow. “What do you know about Bill being handsome?”

“I dunno.” Stan shrugs. “I’m not blind.” A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie jumps up excitedly. “Yes! You like him too! You like him too!”

“Maybe so, maybe so.” Stan looks coquettishly at his friend. “After all, he’s hard to ignore isn’t he? All tall and big and beautiful…” Stan drawls, his voice a low imitation of a southern gentleman that would have made a twelve year old Richie green with envy.

Eddie’s face turns red, and he smacks Stan’s shoulder. “Stan Uris!”

“Yes?”

“One can’t say that!”

Stan grins teasingly at him, looping an arm through Eddie’s and saying, “one just did. Here’s your house, Eddie.”

Eddie looks up, and sees his house, his heart dropping in his chest. “Oh.”

Stan is already walking down the walkway, smiling and waving at Eddie as he walked away. “See you later, Eddie!”

Eddie waves back, feeling accomplished and happy he’s learned something new about his elusive friend. “Later, Stanny.”

He drops his hand, as did Stan, and the both walked home feeling better friends than they had been before.

And both very much appreciative of Bill Denbrough.

#bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #richie tozier #stanny #txt #it #stephen kings it

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hello this is a cute little highschool!AU for otayuri it’s my second fic ever don’t judge me anyways this was supposed to be a funny little crack fic based on some starter but here we are with 3486 words and a whole lot of regret

“prom?”

Yuri gasped, looking up from the ring at Otabek, who was eyeing him nervously, and nodding furiously. It was a perfect promposal. Not to over-the-top or public, but something simple and beautiful and quiet…just like Yuri’s new prom date. Otabek smiled widely, a rare gift from him, and plucked the ring out of Yuri’s fingers, sliding it back onto his hand. “I’m glad. You can call me Beka, by the way…if you want to…or whatever.” Yuri smiled widely. “Call me Yura.”

#fanfic #yuuri on ice #yuri on ice #yuri plisetsky #yurio x otabek #otabek x yurio #otabek altin #otayuri #otayurio #otaburi #otaburio #there are TOO MANY SHIP NAMES

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JAKKS’ Hot Holiday Toys are Available at Retailers Nationwide NOW

SANTA MONICA, CA – November 12, 2018 – Leading U.S. toymaker JAKKS Pacific, Inc. (NASDAQ: JAKK) is ready to deck the halls with its lineup of award-winning, innovative toys this season. From cute collectibles and dolls, to interactive tech toys and extreme outdoor play, JAKKS’ diverse portfolio of holiday favorites is sure to appeal to little learners, collectors, and play enthusiasts alike.

“We are honored JAKKS Pacific’s diverse portfolio of hot holiday toys have received top accolades from The Toy Association, as we well as retailer and toy experts alike,” said Stephen Berman, Chairman and Chief Executive Officer at JAKKS. “We pride ourselves on creating innovative and imaginative products that gift givers and receivers of all ages will love.”

Entertainment Licensed Properties:

With a wide range of products inspired by popular and premier licensed properties, JAKKS has something for every fan.

From Disney:

Disney Junior’s Fancy Nancy: My Friend Fancy Nancy Doll

Disney Junior’s Fancy Nancy is ready for a fabulous day of play dressed in her signature outfit of leggings, tiara, and chic party dress, which are removable for fashion play! This 18-inch doll has fully posable arms and legs with 12 points of articulation at the neck, shoulders, waist, elbows, wrists, hips, and knees. The doll works with the Accoutrements Assortment and Bistro Set that includes her doll Marabelle. My Friend Fancy Nancy has won the Hot Diggity Seal of Approval, the National Parenting Product Award Seal of Approval, National Parenting Center Seal of Approval, Parent’s Choice – Fun Stuff Award winner, and Toy Insider’s Top Toys for Preschool. Additionally, the My Friend Fancy Nancy Doll is a 2019 Toy Association Doll of the Year Finalist. The My Friend Fancy Nancy Doll is available for $34.99 and is recommended for kids over the age of three.

Disney Princess Playdate Rapunzel, Maximus, and Tower Vanity

Kids can partake in an immersive and imaginative experience with some of their favorite characters from Disney’s Tangled. Playdate Maximus and Playdate Rapunzel, both chosen as the Toy Insider’s Top Toys for Preschool Age Children, provide a complete play pattern that can be heightened with Walmart’s Top Rated by Kids, Rapunzel Tower Vanity. Inspired by Rapunzel from Tangled, the Disney Princess Playdate Rapunzel, Parent’s Magazine’s Best Toy Winner and Hot Diggity Seal of Approval winner, has long rooted hair, Royal Reflection™ Eyes, and over ten points of articulation. She features innovative design and is lightweight, large scale, and articulated. Kids can pose and play with Rapunzel in many ways for the best playdate ever! Disney’s Playdate Maximus, a National Parenting Product Award winner, stands over 2-feet tall. He will respond with motion and sound as kids pull his reins, and Maximus will even hold the included apple in his mouth and make “chomping” sounds. Maximus holds up to 70 lbs so both the Rapunzel doll and child can enjoy riding him. The Disney Princess Playdate line is perfect for kids ages three and older and ranges in retail value from $59.99 for Rapunzel and the Vanity, to $99.99 for Maximus.

Disney•Pixar’s Incredibles 2 Jack-Jack Attacks

Disney•Pixar’s Incredibles 2 is the highest grossing animated film of all time in the U.S., with audiences loving its youngest super hero, Jack-Jack. Kids can press on Jack-Jack’s tummy to hear him laugh, giggle, babble, cry, and shout, as well as make electric sparks sounds. Repeatedly pressing on Jack-Jack’s belly or pressing and holding his belly will result in him cycling through his “powers”: he will turn red to show off his fiery flames, he flashes yellow and creates spark sounds to show off his electric sparks, and his eyes glow blue to show his piercing lasers eyes. With lights and sounds, kids can recreate the epic movie scene battle of Jack-Jack and his many superhero powers against the invading raccoon. Jack-Jack Attacks morphs baby doll play and action figure play, making it exciting for all kids. Jack-Jack Attacks is Walmart’s Top Rated by Kids, TTPM Most Wanted Summer Toy, and was awarded the Fatherly Favorites and NAPPA Seal of Approval. Jack-Jack Attacks is available for $39.99 and is recommended for kids over the age of four.

Disney•Pixar’s Incredibles 2 Junior Supers Hydroliner

The Junior Supers Hydroliner playset allows kids to play out stories and recreate the exciting final scene from Disney•Pixar’s Incredibles 2. The playset include an Elastigirl figure and a Hydroliner with a launching missile, fold out ice slide, an escape watercraft, a grabbing arm, and other fun features. Kids can also roll the Hydroliner on its wheels and take Elastigirl into action with a separate watercraft. The Junior Supers Hydroliner Playset offers multiple play patterns, and the Junior Supers line was mindfully designed for pre-school kids, taking into account their dexterity and capitalizing on the evergreen appeal of imagination play. The Junior Supers Hydroliner Playset is available for $39.99 and is recommended for kids over the age of four.

From Nickelodeon:

Nickelodeon Automatic Slime Drencher™:

The Nickelodeon Automatic Slime Drencher™ is a passing game inspired game for two or more daring players. Load up the reusable Automatic Slime Drencher™ ball with a Slime-filled balloon to get started. Kids wind up the timer and then pass around the Automatic Slime Drencher™ ball until the winner gets Slimed! The Automatic Slime Drencher™ item includes four packets of Slime powder, which mixes with water so kids can make their own Slime. Fill the balloons (24) with mixed Slime using the included nozzle and load into the reusable drencher. The Automatic Slime Drencher™ toy is Toy Insider’s Top Summer Toys for School Age Children and a 2019 Toy Association Outdoor Toy of the Year Finalist, is available for $19.99, and is recommended for kids ages six and older.

From Warner Bros. Consumer Products:

Harry Potter Die-Cast Wands Assortment

There is nothing more magical than the holidays at Hogwarts. Kids will love to collect die-cast replica wands of their favorite characters from the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts series. There are twelve wands to collect, including the wands of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and other fan-favorite witches and wizards. These wands are four-inch scale and include a stand for display. Each wand is packed in a blind mystery box. The Die-Cast Wands are available for $4.99 and are recommended for wizards ages eight and older.

Harry Potter Wizard Training Wands

Kids can now train like a wizard with the interactive Harry Potter Wizard Training Wands. There are eleven different spells for kids to learn and master using the included spell training guide. The wand recognizes movement to know when kids have cast a spell. Each wand includes five modes of play: two modes of standalone play (spell training and free play), and three modes to play with a friend (spell practice, wizard tag, and advance training – similar to rock, paper, scissors). The light-up button allows them to select which mode to play. The assortment includes Harry Potter’s Wand, Albus Dumbledore’s Wand (i.e. The Elder Wand), Lord Voldemort’s Wand, and Hermione Granger’s Wand (Walmart Exclusive). The Wizard Training Wands are Walmart Top Rated by Kids, Toy Insider Top 20, National Parenting Product Award Seal of Approval winner, Hot Diggity Seal of Approval winner, and a 2019 Toy Association Innovative Toy of the Year Award Finalist. The wands are available for $24.99 and are recommended for kids ages eight and older. 3AAA batteries are included.

JAKKS Intellectual Properties:

Squish-Dee-Lish™

‘Tis the season for great value toys the whole family can enjoy, and Squish-Dee-Lish™ squishies are the ultimate affordable and adorable collectibles. This season JAKKS adds new adorable characters to the Squish-Dee-Lish™ family, with all new series of Classic and Wacky squishies as well as a new series of jumbo squishies for even bigger fun! Squish-Dee-Lish™ Series No.6features bright and whimsical designs such as a lamb, a princess, a hermit crab, and more! Wacky Series No. 3 introduces new gross, silly, and hilarious designs including, a mummy, a retro arcade game, and a blob! The Squish-Dee-Lish™ Jumbo Series No. 2 presents 7-inch jumbo squishies in six all new adorable styles including a fox, monkey, mouse, and more. Each Squish-Dee-Lish™ comes in a blind bag for an added element of surprise! The Squish-Dee-Lish™ line ranges in price from $4.99 for Classic and Wacky series, to $14.99 for jumbo squishies.

FanHeads™

FanHeads™ helmets are licensed, foldable, wearable football helmets featuring 65 college teams and all 32 NFL teams. They are a brand new way for football fans to show their team spirit! They are perfect for games, tailgates, and parties, and are easy to assemble, lightweight, and comfortable all season long. Simply pick your team and size, then snap and go! They are adjustable and can fit kids and adults alike. FanHeads™ helmets are a Toy and Game Innovator of the Year Awards Finalist for Art and Visuals and TTPM Holiday Most Wanted for Role Play/Dress-Up List. They are available for $9.99 and are recommended for fans ages eight and older.

Real Workin’ Buddies™ Mr. Banks™

Education is one of the best gifts of all, and this year JAKKS introduces an exciting new S.T.E.M.-oriented product to its Real Workin Buddies™ line of multi-feature vehicles. Real Workin’ Buddies™ Mr. Banks™ is your personal ATM… Armored Truck Machine, that is! Mr. Banks™ counts, sorts, and stacks coins! Use his motorized mouth to eat bills and keep them safe. Use his keypad and LCD screen to keep track of savings. Kids and parents will love Mr. Banks™ as he makes it fun to learn about money, savings and math! Mr. Banks™ has already been recognized for its unique approach to S.T.E.M. learning, and has won the National Parenting Product Awards Seal of Approval, Parents’ Choice – Fun Stuff Award winner, and Toy Insider’s Top Toy for Preschool. Mr. Banks™ is available for $39.99 and is recommended for kids ages three and older. Requires 4 AA Batteries (included).

Toilet Paper Blasters™ Skid Shot

The Toilet Paper Blasters™ Skid Shot blasts toilet paper up to 30 feet! It transforms real toilet paper into clean spitballs. The Toilet Paper uses water, not spit, for hygienic spitballs that are bio-degradable and easy to clean up with no skid marks! Get approximately 350+ spitballs per roll of 2-ply toilet paper. This novelty blaster is sure to be a hit among all family members, and is perfect for an epic TP battle at the next family gathering. The Toilet Paper Blasters™ Skid Shot is a Hot Diggity Seal of Approval winner as well as a Toy Insider Top Toy for School Age Kids. The blaster is available for $19.99 and is recommended for kids over eight. No batteries are required.

MorfBoard™

MorfBoard™ is a high-performance deck and component system that transforms in seconds to create an entirely new play experience through its Lock & Release Technology™. Simply drop Xtensions into the board and turn them 90-degrees. Launching with the Skate and Scoot Combo, the MorfBoard ecosystem has since grown to include Bounce and Balance extensions for fun anywhere and anytime. This holiday season, MorfBoard continues to introduce families to the world of action sports with the addition of exciting new accessories from grip tape to light-up wheels, as well as a variety of colors including chartreuse, cyan, black and red, and grey and mint. MorfBoard and its accessories retail from $2.99 for grip tape to $99.99 for the full Skate-Scoot combo. MorfBoard has already won the National Parenting Product Awards Seal of Approval, The National Parenting Seal of Approval, Parents Choice Award, Family Circle’s Editor’s Choice Award, Hot Diggity Seal of Approval, Toy Insider Hot Summer Toy Award and is a 2019 Toy Association Outdoor Toy of the Year Finalist. MorfBoard is perfect for kids over the age of eight.

JAKKS PACIFIC RINGS IN THE HOLIDAY SEASON WITH AN AWARD-WINNING LINEUP OF TOYS @JakksToys JAKKS’ Hot Holiday Toys are Available at Retailers Nationwide NOW SANTA MONICA, CA – November 12, 2018 – Leading U.S.

#2018 #disney #Holiday #Jakks Pacific #NFL #toys

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ezmisery · 7 years

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Dwell

Ever.

“I will love you,” he said calmly. “I will be with you every night. I will keep you warm, keep you fed, and keep you happy. There will never be a night when you sleep alone.”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly. It was so easy to say yes to him.

“I warned you,” he screamed. “You stupid girl!”

#scary story #horror #ezmisery #body horror #fear

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