#And his kookie cousin

[melodythebunny]

"wait they were..?"

"YEAH."

She suffers from memory loss oof

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Fourteen

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 4,5k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, Stockholm syndrome, fluff, smut, slight panic attack at first, body worship, pussy worship, pussy eating, face riding, fingering, nipples licking, couch fucking, vaginal sex, intense orgasms and devastating emotions, soft yandere Jimin, mentions of ruined childhood

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! 🥰❤️

Hope you are happy with this update! This one is a bit longer than the others! Always let me know your thoughts, you make me very happy ❤️

PS: Forgive me for the mistakes, it was not an easy week for me and I did not have much time 😭❤️

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"I finally found you," huffed Seokjin in front of Choi Minhoo, the man had been tied to a wooden chair, only Minho, Seokjin, Jungkook and Namjoon were present in that warehouse. The latter were just waiting for Jin's order to act; they were vibrating with fury.

"Be careful, Jin! My family members won't be happy about this!" he ranted with foam at his mouth, as frightened and rabid as a rat in a trap, Jungkook growled at those words, put his hand to his gun that he faithfully kept in his pocket, but a glance from Seokjin froze him in place.

"Uh, that's scary," put on a fake pout Jin with those beautiful rosy lips of his, "Now I'm going to shit my pants, look."

"Take the piss out of me, they're going to destroy you anyway," he growled, but that only made the man in charge of the Bangtans smile more broadly.

"That slut of a cousin of yours hurt Jimin when he was just a little boy, the result was that her body was dismembered by my dogs, and she was still alive while they ate her, you kidnapped and raped his woman, which amounts to another member of my family now," he began as he walked toward Minho, before grabbing the collar of his torn jacket, "I'm tired of having to pick up the pieces of what you and your damn family break, I will kill you all, child or adult, I will eradicate you from this world as the haughty and arrogant scum that you fucking are," he hissed, tightening his grip so tightly that the tendons in his wrists trembled before he pulled away.

Inhaling before recomposing himself, Namjoon and Jungkook looked at each other with a smirk-that was Jin.

"Jin! Jin! Kim Seokjin, stop!" shouted Minho after him as the man walked away, giving way to his bodyguards, "You said you were interested in politics, right! I can introduce you to the prime minister!" he finally shouted desperately, but Seokjin ignored him expressionlessly.

Neither he nor Jimin would have soiled themselves for such a being. He had deliberately decided not to tell Jimin about Minho's capture, knowing him he would have wanted to kill him with his own hands, but he wanted him to spend more time with Y/N.

He knew that sooner or later Jimin would fall into the arms of a woman he would love with sincere passion, that was what was needed for a troubled soul like his.

They needed to be done with the Choi family forever, all of them.

For days there had been a tense air in the house, Jimin was not there-according to him he had vital research to do-and in his place Taehyung had arrived to keep her company. He did not even use the guest room, preferring the living room sofa to Y/N's dismay.

The living room was her favorite place to read and eat, with Taehyung having conquered that piece of the apartment by now she could always be found hanging around it and disappearing.

Taehyung on his part tiptoed around when she was present, feeling uncomfortable.

He had endangered her with his indifference, plus he had also seen her in an extremely delicate moment, where she was weak and naked in every way.

He always peered at the girl with a pout, undecided how to start a possible conversation, she was not helping him at all in this, she was always so quiet and on her own....

With a snort he saw her head for the kitchen for a snack. He had to do it now.

"Y/N" when he reached her the woman gasped slightly, she had not expected him to come and talk to her, they had ignored each other so peacefully until now, inside she regretted leaving her room.

"Yes?" she huffed slightly, turning away.

At first glance Taehyung looked like a man of integrity, serious and good at his job, but at that moment he was showing his face full of emotion. He seemed nervous about something.

"I ... would like to apologize to you," he said with a note of embarrassment, the girl's eyes widened.

"To me?"

"Yes, it was my fault that they managed to catch you that day. It was my responsibility to control and protect you, I broke my word and for that I apologize" Taehyung bowed respectfully, Y/N was simply stunned.

They had never treated her with that much respect, why now?

Something told her that Jimin's hand was present.

"It's not totally your fault, I attacked your friend and you were reasonably pissed off, I apologize for making you worry about Jimin's condition.... I lost my mind in that instant, I did the only thing I thought was right so I wouldn't suffer anymore," she explained with regret.

"You did what anyone would have done," Taehyung replied, "My anger aside, Jimin was not behaving well with you and you did what you thought was right, that doesn't mean I would allow you to do it again, but I can still understand and yes, it remains my responsibility what happened to you, there won't be a next time."

Y/N nodded a little embarrassed, the determined expression in those languidly slitted eyes put her slightly in awe.

"Um... would you like some strawberry tea? I've made too much for myself," she said turning slightly toward the full teapot, with a small smile Taehyung agreed.

"I love strawberries."

Jimin came home with such a serious look on his face that it made Y/N guess that it was better to turn away from him.

Taehyung had left ten minutes earlier and the idea of being alone with a Jimin in that state unnerved her, she did not want to think that the boy would attack her again for his frustrations, so it was best not to pull the cat's tail too much.

The boy in question noticed the girl's strange attitude, she was moving in a hurry to wash her dishes, she wanted to run to her room and this would have been clear even to the least empathetic person in the world.

"Y/N" the sound of his voice uttering her name so quietly made her freeze suddenly, the water continued to flow in the sink without any more purpose and she did not move to stop it, "Can you come here please?"

She closed her eyes with a soft, inaudible sigh, counted to three before turning away with a slight smile.

She left everything in the sink and turned off the water, then walked over to him who sat at the table staring at her with predatory, glittering eyes, one rings-decorated hand tapped on his thick, muscular thigh, the elastic fabric of his pants wrapped around it beautifully and she found herself swallowing, "Sit here."

She did as she was told and the boy's arms soon wrapped around her at hip level, Jimin buried his head between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.

Y/N felt herself flaring up, the sensation of Jimin's warm breath warmly caressing her made her heart, already swollen with unexpressed emotions, throb.

"Jimin?"

"I've missed you," he repeated the words with which he had returned her the day he found her, Y/N instantly relaxed noticing that Jimin did not mean to hurt her in any way.

"I missed you too," she returned the hug, sinking her face into the soft locks of the man who smiled broadly in response.

"It's been especially stressful to handle things today."

"Are you looking for Minho?"

She asked quietly, not giving away how much even mentioning his name destabilized her, but Jimin knew her well by now; in fact, he sent her a reproachful look.

"Don't ask things you don't want to know, baby," he softly stroked one cheek still marked by a light bruise.

"I just wish you would confide in me, you keep everything inside and then you get sick."

"I won't be sick if you're with me," he replied seriously, peering longingly at her, his eyes lowered to her sugary lips and he closed his eyes, trying to hold himself back.

"Jimin...."

"Y/N." he stopped her by pronouncing her name firmly, "I want to make love to you."

A delicious twinge of pleasure made her intimacy throb, the arms she held tightly around the boy's neck trembled, "Jimin, I don't know if..." she felt so confused.

Fuck, she wanted him. She wanted him with all her heart, but she didn't want to be reminded of Minho, or his henchman hitting her repeatedly as she and Jimin lost themselves in their moment.

"Let's try it," she narrowed her eyes at the man's pleading tone, it was a new side of Jimin she never thought she would see, perhaps he had never begged any woman to fuck, the idea that she was the first one he begged even for a kiss appealed to her, "If anything happens I will stop immediately."

After that reassurance she found herself nodding with soft legs, Jimin kissed her with transport, savoring those sweet lips that tasted of tea and strawberries, fuck, it could become his new favorite taste.

Y/N reciprocated more calmly, trying to keep up with the man's voraciousness that did not just stop at her lips, but sank into her mouth languidly seeking the woman's tongue, gently intertwining in a perfect dance for them.

In a way she found it touching how tender Jimin was in squeezing her hips without hurting her, she had never experienced such intimacy with a man before, she liked it, and she did not want it all to end and go back to the dry old normal.

When they parted a few tears escaped from the young woman's eyes, Jimin stepped back slightly wiping the path they traced along her tender cheeks.

"Should we stop?" he asked sympathetically, but Y/N denied it immediately.

"No, it's just... I liked it, I've never done it like that," she said.

"Like that?"

"So intimate, with someone who loves me" she pulled up with her nose crinkling her eyes.

Jimin's blood froze in his veins, not that he had been a saint, but those words punctuated how much the childhood of the girl he was holding in his arms had sucked.

He kissed her again, feeling in his mouth the salty, lukewarm taste of her small tears that broke his heart, yes, Park Jimin now felt sorry for a past that did not belong to him, but love did that and more, it changed people and Jimin fit perfectly into that category.

He loved her and would get anything that made her sad out of the way, he slid into the neckline of her blouse, kissing every available flap of skin before he himself pulled off every single button that separated him from that body that drove him crazy. From the first time he had seen her, he knew he would desire her every hour of every day, sometimes it hurt so much it was unbearable.

When he freed her from that restraint he found himself face to face with the young woman's bare breasts, he inhaled wordlessly at the sight, god how much he had missed this, even as Minho's now superficial footprints on that divine temple made him growl.

Then he frowned, "Were you bra-less the whole time with Taehyung around?"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, "It hurt..." she mumbled embarrassedly, referring to the bruises clearly, the bra pressed painfully against them.

Jimin inhaled softly, again bridging the distance between the two of them with yet another kiss of the evening, lulling her gently with his breath, his hand slipped over a rosy little button, teasing its tip, which rose turgidly under Jimin's expert touch, which descended to gently lick the areola before gently biting the tip of the sensitive nipple.

Y/N in response pushed her chest into Jimin's mouth, sighing in sweet waves of desire.

The man pulled away only long enough to effortlessly pick her up and carry her to the sofa in the living room, Y/N held back a surprised sob, and she watched the man's playful smile.

"Will we do it here?" she asked curiously, Jimin chuckled.

"We'll do it everywhere, sweetheart," he sighed, attaching himself to the girl's neck with his mouth, sucking and kissing her soft neck to leave his personal mark; he wanted to remove Minho's presence everywhere from her, "And I'll make you feel sensations you never had a chance to experience."

"Mh..." she squeezed her eyes shut under the weight of Jimin descending lower and lower, marking a glowing trail of wet kisses and bites all along her belly, with his hand he passed the barrier of her panties and barely grazing her pubis he sank his hand into her intimacy, gathering between his fingers a large amount of transparent essence that had already left her throbbing slit. It was the first time he had felt her so soaked for him; it felt like a dream.

"Fuck," he cursed excitedly, quickly slipping off his pants with his free hand, giving his big, hard cock some relief.

He went back to sucking one of her turgid nipples as his fingers began to play between her folds, Y/N moved her hips willingly against his hand, in her mind the only thing present was the idea of Jimin taking her on that couch.

"How do you feel?" he asked blowing hot air on one nipple, Y/N's clit twitched seeking attention.

"It feels good... so good," she whimpered, her thighs trembling, "And I want to feel you inside me, Jimin."

The latter smiled, amazed at the woman's stance, before a more wicked grin furrowed his cheeks.

He leaned closer to the girl's ear before murmuring, "And I'm going to come inside you with my cock and my fingers, soon my cock will be the only thing you'll feel between now and tomorrow, baby doll," he ignored the girl's faster breathing and continued licking her earlobe between his lips, "But first I want you to feel what my tongue can do, I'm going to lick your pussy so well that you'll cry for it," he took off his shirt as well, showing off his well-delineated and strong abs, a deep V went down to below the layer of his boxers that he hastened to carelessly throw on the floor, the sight of his swollen cock already moist with precum made her swallow without any more saliva.

She simply spread her legs for Jimin, but the position reminded her of the one they had forced her into and she stiffened.

"Jimin..." she closed her legs again shaking her head, Jimin immediately reached for her.

"Hey, hey...what's going on, baby?"

"I can't do it like this, I'm sorry" she still couldn't get over her trauma, she was about to have a panic attack and didn't want to disappoint Jimin, but the boy hugged her again.

"There are many ways to do it," he chuckled lightly trying to make her calm down, "Don't feel wrong, you're not."

"R-Really?" she looked at him curiously, wanting to have sex with him, but other than missionary and doggy style she had not tried anything else, ever.

The man nodded, "Give me some space, love."

She did as she was told and saw Jimin lie down in her place, she stood looking at him confused.

"What should I do now?" she asked innocently, Jimin gave her a smug look.

"Sit on my face."

The woman widened her eyes, what was she to do?

"I ... are you serious?"

"Trust me, we'll both like it," he replied biting his full lips, making Y/N's legs tighten.

She sighed slightly and listened to the boy, with some difficulty due to her inexperience she found herself with Jimin's face at the height of her soggy core, she found it incredibly awkward, but that feeling of imprisonment was gone.

From his side Jimin gazed in ecstasy at her wet intimacy, licking his lips he opened her folds with a gentle thrust of his fingers, before leaving a long, slow streak of saliva with his tongue, until he stopped at her swollen and needy clitoris, Y/N widened her eyes and collapsed onto the man who did not complain.

With her nose pressed against the young woman's pubis, she sucked conspicuously on that sweet trembling pearl, Y/N cried out in shock at those strange sensations she had never experienced before, Jimin's soft tongue enveloped her softly, but the pleasure was intense, it was all so terribly beautiful and hard at the same time that she began to shake her hips trying to escape from the continuous strokes of Jimin's fast tongue. The boy seemed to love eating her.

"Fuck, oh... oh! Jimin!" she shrieked breathlessly, the man held her thighs tightly preventing her from escaping, sinking his tongue into her hot and wet entrance, Jimin's eyes rolled back at that sweet taste, he could drink Y/N's essence all his life, she would never be enough for him, his cock trembled releasing thick whitish liquid, he could have easily come that way, his balls throbbing painfully with every moan or scream the girl let out without any more reins.

"Please, please stop!" she cried as she felt something coming, something powerful and devastating.

With the tip of his tongue Jimin again played with the shiny, quivering clitoris, finishing with a light bite that made the young woman stiffen, locking her in the grip of a powerful and strong orgasm, breathtaking in places, her first fucking orgasm.

She began to tremble and weep, no longer even able to bear the gentle caresses of the man adoringly wiping away all her pleasure that had soiled the inside of her thighs down to Jimin's chin.

She rolled to the side clutching her legs and wincing again, Jimin lying on his side wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and shoulders, gently brushed one thigh and invited her to raise one leg, "That's it, baby girl... let me feel how good I did," he chuckled as he aligned himself with her entrance, lightly pushed the massive tip of his cock already lubricated with his own cum against her ultra-sensitive slit, Y/N gasped slightly with blurred vision, but let him.

Jimin pushed himself into the sublime depths of her pussy with a delighted sigh, tried to be gentle and delicate, but her almost impossible to groove intimacy soon made him lose his mind, the girl's previous orgasm had made her walls more perceptive and consequently also tighter, each thrust was an immense rush of pleasure and stun for the boy, who pounded hard until his swollen balls popped against the girl's sweaty skin, who opened her mouth wide, feeling a stunning mix of enjoyment with a hint of pain that made her lose her mind, pressed her mouth against the back of the couch to keep from screaming, Jimin gasped against her ear.

It was different from all the other times, she was experiencing pleasure, those thrusts were delicious, not painful, Y/N was simply happy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You hold me so tight, my love," he sang lost in his daze, his swollen shaft began to quiver and tremble over and over again, he was coming, "Aaahh... Oh, my-! Fuck, Y/N!" he growled her name like a prayer, quickly sank his cock deeper, touching her cervix again and again, causing the woman to tremble wordlessly as she reached for the man's hand to clasp it between hers.

"I'm coming!" he exclaimed without now a breath, the girl nodded.

"Me too, oh God, me too," she replied without any more concern for her moans, Jimin smiled proudly and taking the young woman's chin in his hands he forced her to look at him.

"Open your mouth" he grunted with dark eyes, Y/N obeyed already knowing what was about to happen and accepting it with pleasure, Jimin spit into her oral cavity and before giving her time to swallow he kissed her, mixing their flavors and tongues, that was enough to make the young man's cock throb, whose pleasure exploded in violent spurts of white liquid in the girl's lap, over and over again he pumped himself into her, who came in an orgasm more intense than the previous one, she could not even find the strength to scream, she just stood there taking the man's seed in spasms.

Jimin waited for her to calm down before leaving her with his now soft and satisfied cock, he lay down beside her more comfortably and kissed her many times, wiping her face of tears with his lips and and gifting her affectionate gestures that even he did not know he was capable of.

He was fucking in love with her.

"I have a surprise for you," he murmured in her ear.

Y/N turned to him with a joyful smile, it had been two weeks since that intense and wonderful evening, Jimin had woken her up the next morning with a series of sweet kisses and breakfast in bed, he was so different from the man who had kidnapped her and that helped her fall in love with the boy even more.

"Really?" she asked trying not to appear too excited, Jimin nodded softly.

"Close your eyes," he said, but the girl looked at him suspiciously.

"Is this perhaps another one of your wild sessions that see your mouth eating me, Park Jimin?" she said with a raised eyebrow, Jimin at first had spent so much time telling her that he would never give her pleasure with his mouth, she still could not believe how much the boy liked to use his tongue to fuck her over and over again, he seemed almost obsessed. She obviously did not complain.

Jimin grinned slyly, "That one later, love," he chuckled, confirming the girl's thoughts, but Y/N stopped at that affectionate nickname, he always called her "love".

She smiled with a warmed heart once again and closed her eyes, when Jimin was satisfied he moved on to the next step.

"Now open your hands."

Y/N puffed slightly, but listened to him once more, something very light and rectangular was placed on her palms.

"Open your eyes."

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in front of an emerald-colored letter. It was beautiful, little gold leaves were drawn around the edge, intertwining, but still she did not understand what the boy was getting at.

"You wrote me a letter?" she laughed softly, but Jimin shook his head.

"Open it..." he said simply, and there Y/N could see all his nervousness.

She looked at it again, opening it slowly and pulling out a parchment-colored wrapper, she unwrapped it too and her breath caught.

She brought a hand to her mouth and sobs immediately escaped her control, Jimin held her by the shoulders to prevent her from falling.

In her hands were two photographs, the first depicted her sister smiling in the arms of a man with western features, it had been taken at a park well lit by green trees and sunlight, she looked so happy and healthy.

In the second she always had a big smile on her face, but in her arms she held a small bundle that she looked at with eyes full of love.

"She's alive," she sobbed against the chest of Jimin, who nodded relieved to have seen no negative reaction.

"Yes, she ... was bought by a wealthy american, he wanted to give her to his son as a birthday present, but he didn't expect that his son would fall in love with her and decide to marry her, she is fine and lacks absolutely nothing, Y/N."

Y/N lifted his flushed gaze into that of the boy, "Thank you, Jimin.... I know you shouldn't have investigated a client, but you did and I thank you," she hugged him as if he was her only pillar of support, which he really was.

But the boy did not look happy, shortly afterwards he sighed.

"There is also another thing in truth."

Y/N broke away slightly.

"I know everything, I know why you ran away from your family, I know why you changed your name, everything."

The woman froze.

She began to shake her head, trying to pull away, but Jimin held her back, "How did you… no, why?" she was lost, why would Jimin do such a thing? She wanted to forget her past!

"How long have you known?"

"Since you disappeared, the last words you said to me… I had to understand, Y/N."

"No! You shouldn't have done-"

"Your uncle met the end he deserved to meet," he said suddenly.

The implication was there, heavy in both their minds.

They looked at each other a few moments, then Jimin hugged her out of the blue.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he began to repeat like a mantra with his lips pressed to her temple, "He won't hurt you anymore, baby," he whispered, Y/N snuggled softly against him.

"Never again?" she made in a tiny little voice, as if the child self was asking for reassurance from the man who had become the center of her world.

"Y/N, I haven't changed," he said, the steel in his eyes confirmed to the girl what she had suspected. Jimin had not changed, he loved her and treated her well, but the killer behind those half-moon eyes that smiled at her was always there, ready to snap at Kim Seokjin's every command, and to tell the truth that realization calmed her, "I made him pay for every single disgusting thing he did to you and I made sure he will never do anything like that to anyone else ever again," he concluded, returning his mind to the moment of capture.

It had not been easy to track him down, it had turned out that he was a loan shark under the command of another Korean Mafia family, that was what got him a lot of money unlike his brother and sister-in-law.

"He played us, he said he was going to help our family," she trembled with her eyes glazed over and grainy, looking at Jimin with sadness and sorrow, "Instead it was just an excuse to..." a gasp of vomit blocked the words in her throat, Jimin brushed a light kiss against her forehead.

"That bastard got the punishment he deserved, now you're with me, that's what's important, okay?" Y/N nodded quickly, seeking comfort in his arms. Little Y/N cried bitterly in the mind of the now adult girl, seeing her mother giving in under her father's pressure, the man feared losing her brother's favor and ending up on the street.

"Do you really love me?"

"More than my own life," Jimin replied immediately, Y/N licked her lips.

"Good, because I love you too, Jimin," she whispered dimly, but the boy heard her anyway, smiling relieved he still cradled her with his chin resting on her head.

"I'll take care of you, I won't let you lack anything," he promised, Y/N closed her eyes letting him carry her to bed like a cute little doll.

[iz1331]

Alternative Universe where Astrid Deetz and Wednesday Addams are cousins and as classic Addams family kookiness, they look identical! Lydia's mom is an Addams! 

The other direction of this AU is Astrid being Betelgeuse and Lydia's child, and Betelgeuse is an Addams. But, Richard is such a cool dude and Astrid loves him so much, and he made Lydia happy before they fell out of love. Except for the part where he ghosted (literally and figuratively) Lydia and Astrid all these years after his death, though he turned out fine in the end. So, I didn't want to completely cut him off the Deetzes life.

Since, we now know that Lydia's biological mother is still alive, maybe when she heard about Charles' death, she reached out to Lydia and Astrid after the events of the film.

Not really sure if they're estranged from one another all these years, but it's an AU, so make room for author's creative liberty with the relationship.

She finds out that Astrid can now also see ghosts, and offered/suggested for her to be transferred to Nevermore Academy when she heard that one of Astrid's Addams cousins has also started going there.

And wouldn't it just be the wackiest plot twist if Betelgeuse was appointed as the new principal? (I've got a whole ass story of how this could be possible, but maybe in the future posts.)

With Lydia now ending Ghost House, she could've been offered a place in the teaching staff. Maybe a position about communing with ghosts or negotiations or something.

Astrid and Lydia may not be aware that the new principal is Betelgeuse in disguise.

"Here's a preview. Be warned. It's intense."

Add his Bruce Wayne glasses and boom! A changed man! Or maybe a pair of Hubane Vernum blackout glasses (subtle black and white striped motif, of course) that he refuses to take off because even with his altered appearance, personality and mannerisms, those dark circles just ain't coming off. You know what I mean? They're more stubborn than the mold/moss.

This started out as an Astrid centric AU/potential fanfic in my mind when I watched the teaser for Wednesday Season 2, with background Lydia and Betelgeuse. Then, it kinda spiralled down into Astrid living her teenage life only to be caught in this maelstrom of love-hate-sexual tension filled drama between her mom and this kinda familiar, but also not, guy that shoved himself in their new life. 😭

I may update this AU from time to time, but, feel free to add anything you want here.

[libraryofgage]

Addams Family Steddie Part 5

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

The fact that we're on part five is wild to me

Anyway, here's the wedding! It's probably the longest part so far lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

Wedding planning was, unsurprisingly, a stressful process. Planning for a wedding only two weeks before the event was even more stressful. Thankfully, Steve wasn't planning alone; he was in charge of finalizing the guest list, sending invitations, and catering while Eddie was in charge of floral arrangements, music, and decorations for the ceremony.

Steve had felt the division of labor wasn't fair, but Eddie insisted he'd be able to do everything himself.

And Eddie had been right. He'd kept the cemetery just creepy enough to still feel right while decorating it with flowers and ribbons and surprisingly comfortable chairs considering they look like they're made of bones. Everything leads up to an altar right on their shared cemetery plot, where Eddie's Cousin Itt is standing in front of their tombstone to officiate the wedding.

It's all very nice, and Eddie did a wonderful job of setting everything up, but Steve can hardly appreciate it right now. He's too nervous. Not about marrying Eddie; no, he's excited and over the moon for that. He's nervous about meeting Eddie's family, his stomach upheaving over the idea that one of them may not like him.

"You're worrying over nothing," Eddie whispers, his lips brushing against Steve's earlobe before playfully tugging on it with his teeth. He wraps an arm around Steve's waist, the reassuring weight helping him feel grounded. "They're gonna love you."

"Your cousin has been glaring at me since she saw me," Steve whispers back, turning to look at Eddie and letting their noses brush.

"That's just Wednesday. She glares at everyone."

"Does she always glare at people like she's planning five ways to cook them for dinner?"

"Only the ones she likes."

Steve snorts, taking a deep breath and letting his head drop onto Eddie's shoulder. "What would she do if she didn't like me?" he asks, glancing down at the bouquet in his hands. The rose stems have been clipped of their flowers, leaving only the thorns and white lilies.

"She'd kill you," Eddie says bluntly.

"What, no torture?"

"She only tortures the people she loves."

"Oh," Steve says, glancing at the pale man next to Wednesday, "that's why her partner looks like that."

Before Eddie can start cracking up, the sun begins to set and El begins playing the piano, a low and haunting version of the wedding march. "You ready, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, his smile matching Steve's in love and joy and sheer excitement.

"Of course," Steve replies, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before letting Eddie lead him down the aisle. The left side of the aisle is filled with people who give off the exact same vibe as Eddie: mysterious, kooky, and altogether ooky. Wayne is standing on Eddie's side of the altar, looking two seconds away from tears of joy. On the right side of the aisle, Dustin (a black velvet pillow holding two rings in his lap) and his friends are filling the seats, along with Jonathan (an old friend from high school, sort of; it's complicated), his partner Argyle, and Nancy (Steve's ex-girlfriend from high school, part of the reason his friendship with Jonathan is complicated, and now making eyes at Robin). Robin is standing on Steve's side of the altar, practically buzzing in her dark green pantsuit.

When they get to the altar, standing almost perfectly centered on their plot, Eddie can barely put any distance between them. Steve is the one who has to smile at him reassuringly while taking a small step back, keeping a tight hold on Eddie's hand. Eddie squeezes tightly enough that Steve is almost worried about bone fractures, but Eddie wouldn't do anything so fun in front of others.

Steve glances at Cousin Itt when he starts speaking, his words unintelligible, high-pitched noises that Steve is somehow able to follow. They're the general officiant stuff: dearly beloved, marrying two men, joining them in unholy and downright sacrilegious matrimony. Honestly, Steve ends up blocking it out at some point, too busy getting lost in Eddie's eyes.

He looks handsome in his black suit with blood-red accents, his fingers uncharacteristically devoid of all rings except the engaged-to-be-engaged ring from Steve. When Steve had asked, Eddie grinned at him and said he didn't want anything to distract him from the ring Steve was about to give him. His hair is pushed out of his face, too, just barely tamed into something the humidity will destroy after about two more minutes. Strands are already falling back into his eyes. Steve likes it, though, and he reaches up to gently tuck one of the strands behind Eddie's ear.

Eddie catches his hand, bringing Steve's palm to his lips and playfully biting. "Stevie," he says, and Steve suddenly realizes they've somehow gotten to the vows when he wasn't paying attention, "I would kill for you. I would die for you. I would live for you. You haunt my dreams and bless my nightmares. Your voice is music to my ears, a symphony of love and passion to which my heart beats. Sweetheart, you will have my undying love for the rest of eternity and whatever may come after. Ask anything of me, and I will do it without question. I would wear pastels for you. I would dive into a rainbow ball pit. Darling, I would drive kids to scout meetings in a minivan for you. There is no truer happiness to me so long as you smile and say you love me."

Somehow, Eddie manages to go the entire time without a single tear shedding, but Steve isn't nearly as lucky. His eyes watered from the moment Eddie called him Stevie, and tears would be staining his collar if Eddie weren't wiping them away with his thumbs before they could fall. "You're so romantic," he mumbles, unable to help a short laugh at himself.

"What can I say? You're inspiring," Eddie replies, winking playfully.

Cousin Itt says something more and then looks up at Steve, bending forward slightly to indicate that it's his turn to recite vows. Steve takes a deep breath, steadying himself and gathering his thoughts. "When you first knocked on my door, I wasn't sure what to think of you, Eddie Munson," Steve says, reaching up and placing his hand over the one Eddie has on his cheek. "But you romanced me, completely swept me off my feet, and helped me feel more comfortable showing love in a way that feels right. Every time I look into your eyes, I fall in love all over again. When we're together, the entire world fades away. My love for you is as unwavering as the tides, as all-consuming as a black hole that would swallow the universe."

From the crowd, Steve can just barely hear a man's voice saying, "Tish, they're almost as romantic as us."

"Oh, Gomez, you always do love competition," a woman responds.

Steve has to keep himself from laughing, suddenly looking forward to meeting Gomez and Morticia.

Eddie notices his barely contained smile and nearly buzzes with the want to kiss it. He glances at Cousin Itt, jerking his head in Dustin's direction and raising his eyebrows. Cousin Itt garbles a response, something that sounds like a scolding but is quickly followed by a slight bow toward Dustin nonetheless.

Dustin jumps up and walks over to them, holding up the pillow. As Cousin Itt starts his version of exchanging the rings, Eddie picks one up. The band is an inky black with tiny, multi-colored gems scattered across the top like stars. Inside the band, Eddie's name is engraved in red. "Now, you'll always have me with you," Eddie says, grinning at Steve as he slips the ring onto his finger, nestling it against the engagement ring.

It's a snug fit, just tight enough for Steve to know it's there and wonder if it's impossible to take off. It's perfect.

Steve picks up the identical ring with his own name engraved on the inner band. "And you'll always have me with you, too," Steve replies, sliding the ring to rest against his engaged-to-be-engaged ring.

What follows is Dustin quickly retreating and Robin yanking away his bouquet while Cousin Itt bows slightly to the both of them and happily squeaks out one last sentence. Steve barely braces himself for Eddie pulling him close, spinning him into a dip, and kissing him breathless. Steve can't help laughing into the kiss as he wraps his arms around Eddie's neck, brushing his tongue along Eddie's lips and tasting cyanide punch still lingering behind his teeth.

Wolf whistles (Robin and a few of Eddie's cousins), cheers (Wayne and the rest of Eddie's family), and exaggerated exclamations of disgust (Dustin and his friends) surround them as Eddie bites his bottom lip before breaking the kiss. Steve grins at him, playfully tugging on a lock of Eddie's hair as he asks, "You gonna let me up, handsome?"

"You could poison me and I'd only hold you tighter, sweetheart," Eddie tells him.

"Promise?"

Eddie grins and pulls Steve out of the dip, keeping him close as he turns to the crowd with a happy smile. "Okay, everyone," he says, his hand dropping down to Steve's lower back, "the reception is over by the Sheffield Mausoleum. Stevie and I will be joining you shortly."

Steve reaches out for Eddie's left hand as the crowd rises and disperses towards a mausoleum behind the altar. The wedding ring pairs nicely with the engaged-to-be-engaged ring, and the gems on both reflect the last, soft rays of the setting sun and the lamps hung all around them so guests can still see in the dark.

The only one who hangs back is Dustin, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Eddie notices him and gently pulls his hand from Steve's so he can hold an arm out. Dustin lights up and barrels straight into them. "You're, like, my brother now!" Dustin says, looking up at Eddie with stars in his eyes.

"Gee, was I not doing a good enough job?" Steve asks.

Dustin snorts, poking Steve's ribs as he pulls away. "Sorry, man, you're just not as cool as Eddie."

"Woah, woah," Eddie says, maliciously ruffling Dustin's hair, "that's my husband you're talking about. I won't tolerate a single bad word about him."

"Oh, gross, you're gonna be even worse now," Dustin whines, slapping Eddie's hand away.

Steve can't help laughing, about to make a similar joke about brutalizing his husband only to be interrupted by a familiar and dreadful voice coming from his left.

"Steven?"

Every muscle in Steve stiffens, his entire body becoming straight as a board against his will, and he sees the exact same thing happen to Dustin. He doesn't want to, but Steve still forces himself to lean forward so he can see around Eddie.

There are two people standing right on the border between the green grass with clean tombstones and the stubborn weeds and vines climbing up worn stone. Both are middle-aged; the woman has blonde hair perfectly curled to frame her face and brown eyes, and the man has dark brown hair carefully styled with just barely too much gel and dull green eyes.

Steve feels his palms grow clammy as a spike of white-hot anxiety shoots up his spine. He glances at Dustin, reassuringly pats his shoulder, and pushes him closer to Eddie. His husband (he should be feeling much happier when referring to Eddie as such, and the fact that he doesn't fills him with anger and frustration equal to the anxiety caused by the man and woman) clearly has questions but doesn't say anything. Eddie just places a hand on Dustin's shoulder, the same spot Steve patted.

Steve takes a deep breath and turns, plastering on a smile so fake that it makes his stomach churn. "Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?" he asks, walking over to the two but staying on the brown and ancient side of the grass.

His mother raises a single, perfect eyebrow at him. "We received news of the wedding from our secretary," she says.

"Honestly, Steven, what else are we supposed to do when our eldest son gets married?" his father asks. And for a brief moment, Steve thinks they'll be supportive. Maybe they'll pull out a small but thoughtful wedding gift and mingle with the rest of the guests. He's wrong, of course, but it was a nice delusion while it lasted. "Of course, we had to come and stop you from getting married to this Munson character."

His mother huffs softly, her fingers twitching like she's about to reach for a cigarette even though she claimed to stop smoking years ago. "It seems we're a little too late for that, though. No matter. We're friends with a judge, so come along, Steven, we'll get this marriage voided before morning."

Honestly, Steve is surprised Eddie managed to go so long without inserting himself. The moment his mother threatened to void the marriage, however, Eddie definitely isn't able to hold himself back any longer. He steps forward, wraps an arm around Steve's waist, and asks, "So sorry, but who are you, and why are you intruding on our wedding?"

The sheer offense on their faces almost makes Steve feel better as he places a hand on Eddie's chest right over his heart. And he says almost because the offense is quickly followed by his mother saying, "We are Steven's parents, and you are about two seconds from legal action."

Eddie actually laughs in her face, and Steve feels the tension drain from him at the sound. "Please, go ahead. We Munsons love a good court battle. They've yet to make any charges stick, you know," Eddie says, his grin nearly feral and sending a thrill from Steve's scalp down to his toes.

He grips Eddie's shirt, gaining his attention and flashing a suggestive smile. "Eds," Steve whispers, briefly forgetting about his parents and the rest of the world, "what charges?"

That feral grin somehow widens, bringing Steve's attention to the too-sharp canines that he wants to drag his tongue against until it bleeds. "Would you like the list in chronological or alphabetical order, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, leaning close until their lips are just barely touching.

Steve licks his lips, tongue brushing against Eddie's teasingly, and watches as Eddie's eyes darken into something hungry and insatiable and terrifying and thrilling.

"Oh, gross, seriously?!" Dustin cries from behind them, throwing his hands in the air. "Save it for the honeymoon."

That seems to break Steve's parents out of whatever stupor had overtaken them. "Steven!" his father warns, voice low and threatening and utterly laughable. "Step away from him this instant. Is this the kind of example you've been setting for Dustin? We promised his parents to raise him properly when we took him in."

Oh. That's the card they're going to pull now. Steve sighs, whispers, "Later," to Eddie, and turns to look at his parents. Eddie buries his head in Steve's neck, teeth playfully brushing against his skin despite the audience. "One, he's my husband," Steve says, raising a finger for each item that follows the first, "Two, any example I set will be far better than the one set by your absence. Three, I suggest you leave before you find yourself stuck in this cemetery indefinitely."

Eddie huffs softly against his neck, and Dustin moves closer to Steve's side, grabbing his sleeve tightly. "You haven't raised me at all," Dustin tells them, his voice prickly and indicative of the hackles that would be raised if he had any.

"That is enough," Steve's mother snaps, effectively shutting up her own husband as she takes a single step forward. It's the first one she's taken since they started speaking, but she still avoids stepping over the line made by the grass. "Steven, if you insist on this...mistake, we'll simply have no choice but to cut you off. We'll also have to take Dustin since you clearly aren't the good influence you promised to be."

Steve should probably be angry. In fact, he is, but that anger is overshadowed by the undeniable urge to laugh in her face. Which he does. Loudly. "I haven't used your money for myself in ages," Steve tells her, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the house, "In fact, it's all gone toward house payments and bills. So, sure, take the house. Eddie and I will get a new place with an even bigger room for Dustin who, by the way, is going fucking nowhere."

"Oh, I love it when you curse," Eddie murmurs, kissing a line up Steve's neck to just below his earlobe.

Despite himself, Steve grins a little. And then Dustin tugs on his sleeve, gaining his attention before saying, "I really don't want to go with them."

"You won't," Steve promises, continuing before either of his parents can say anything, "because you're sixteen. I'll make sure the custody case drags itself long enough for you to turn eighteen, and then they won't have any say over you."

"That would be very expensive, Steven," his father says, taking on a gentler tone like he's suddenly trying to play the good cop to his wife's bad cop. "I don't think you realize that supporting yourself won't be easy."

This, apparently, is what truly offends Eddie. He finally pulls away from Steve's neck, narrowing his eyes as a cold wind suddenly picks up. "Stevie won't have to support himself because I'll support him. You missed the beautiful and hauntingly romantic vows we just spoke, but Stevie won't be wanting for anything as long as I'm around. And that extends to the people he considers family."

As he speaks, the lamps around them seem to change, casting ghostly shadows over the cemetery. Something whispers in the wind, voice drawling and unintelligible but still threatening. An overbearing pressure begins to cast itself over the area, sparing Steve and Dustin but pressing down relentlessly on their parents. "Now," Eddie says, "unless you've suddenly become interested in the local real estate, I suggest you leave."

"Are you threatening us?" Steve's mother asks.

"Not at all," Eddie replies, his voice low and dark and that honeymoon can't start soon enough, actually. "I'm making a promise."

The wind shifts and howls, kicking up loose dirt and weeds and swirling around Steve's parents. Their faces drain, becoming increasingly pale, and Steve's mother looks ready to try speaking again only for his father to place a hand on her shoulder. At least he's smart enough to know when they've lost.

Steve watches them retreat, the wind following them until they've left the cemetery, and then turns to Eddie. "You look so beautiful when you threaten people," he says, grabbing Eddie's collar and yanking him down into a searing kiss that his husband happily returns.

It doesn't last long before Dustin interrupts, literally shoving himself between the two. "They won't come back, right?" he asks.

"Well, they might," Steve says, reassuringly messing up Dustin's hair, "but they won't be taking you anywhere."

"Yep, you're stuck with us," Eddie adds, picking up Dustin and throwing him over his left shoulder. He grins as Dustin squeaks. "Now, let's go party."

Steve snorts and grabs Eddie's right hand, leaving his left free to hold Dustin, as they walk towards the reception. Now that he's paying attention, he can hear the band playing and laughter-filled conversations filling the silence of the cemetery. He can also smell a whiff of something delicious, his stomach suddenly growling as he realizes how hungry he is.

Thankfully, a plate is shoved into his hand the moment they reach the outskirts of the crowd by a short man with greased-back hair, a wild glint in his eyes, and a cigar hanging from his lips. Next to him, a hand on his shoulder, is a tall and pale woman with blood-red lips and a knowing smile. "There you two are," the man says, removing the cigar as Eddie drops Dustin to the ground and shoves him towards the crowd. "Took you long enough."

Dustin sticks his tongue out at Eddie before running off, leaving them in the dust to join his friends. Steve shakes his head at the kid as Eddie smiles brightly at the two. "There was some trash to take care of," Eddie says, shrugging as he steals a roll from the plate in Steve's hand.

"I assume it's been properly disposed of?" the woman asks, an eyebrow rising slowly.

Eddie shrugs, holding the roll up to Steve's lips so he can take a bite. "For now. Might need to make good on a few promises, though," he says, biting off a piece after Steve.

The man laughs, clapping a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Just let us know if you need any help, old man," he says, his grin wide and his eyes excited, "I always did love a good hunt."

Steve swallows the bread in his mouth and smiles at the two, finally getting an idea of who they are. "Gomez and Morticia, right?" he asks, his guess confirmed by Gomez's widening grin and Morticia's approving nod. "I've heard a lot about you. Thanks for the cutting from Cleopatra, by the way. Nix has been a great addition to the family."

Morticia straightens slightly (Steve didn't even realize that was possible). "You've named her Nix," she says, nodding once, "Fitting. How's her health?"

"She's gotten big enough to need three pounds of meat per week."

"How wonderful. She's almost matured. You've been taking very good care of her, then."

"Tish does love her plants," Gomez says, placing an arm around her waist and pulling her close in a familiar gesture. Maybe it runs in the family. "She grows the thorniest rose stems, you know."

Steve is about to respond when Eddie lights up, clearly seeing something that Steve doesn't. "Well, Stevie is haunting on the piano, not to mention how well he can swing a bat," he says, his chest puffing out slightly.

"Impressive! Tish is a killer at knitting and keeps her needles incredibly sharp."

"I remember she knit Pubert's onesies," Eddie says, and Steve swears he can hear a young man groan in the distance. "Stevie makes wonderful traps. I never see them coming until I'm hanging from the air and losing my breath."

Ah. Steve suddenly gets it. He looks at Morticia, silently asking if this is common, and her amused smile says it is. "Steve, walk with me while our husbands play together," she says, holding out her hand.

Steve nods and presses a quick kiss to Eddie's cheek before pulling away and offering Morticia his arm. She leads him around the crowd, staying on the outskirts. "I'd like to officially welcome you to the family," she says, his voice steady and reassuring and lingering. "You seem to fit in quite well."

"Oh, uh, thanks," Steve says, feeling that anxiety from before starting to churn in his stomach again. At least it distracts his stomach from the hunger. "This isn't, like, a threatening thing, right?"

"Would you like it to be?"

"Not particularly."

"Then, no. Not for now, at least. I don't see you requiring any threats, though. Everything I've heard about you tells me that you'll have no trouble adjusting to the Munson family and its Addams relatives. Just know that we watch out for our own, dear, and we gladly feast on those who would subdue us for we are always hungry."

Steve nods, finding that this aligns well with everything he's seen from Eddie, Wayne, and El. "I've always wanted a big family," he admits.

Morticia smiles at him, and it feels warm despite her initially cold demeanor. "And now you have one," she says, looking up and waving to someone in the crowd. "Speaking of, I'd like you to meet my children."

Three young adults slip out from the crowd, two boys and one girl. Steve already knows them, and he smiles, the expression only returned by the boys. "Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert, right? It's nice to meet you."

"We'll see about that," Wednesday replies, her voice dry and devoid of any inflection.

Pugsley, meanwhile, smiles brightly and claps Steve's shoulder. "Nice to meet you, Steve! Welcome to the family. How do you feel about explosives?"

"Good for some jobs, but lacking subtlety for others."

"I told you," Pubert says, shoving Pugsley aside to stand in front of Steve instead. "What about daggers?"

"Easy to hide but too subtle for some messages."

Pubert frowns slightly at this response but doesn't argue. Wednesday, meanwhile, stares at Steve for a few intense seconds before saying, "What are you afraid of?"

"Eddie being out of sight," Steve replies, not even needing to think of an answer. He glances over to where they left Eddie and Gomez, happy to see his husband is still there. Though, the two seem to have engaged in a sword fight at some point.

"How sickening," Wednesday says.

Steve looks back at her and grins. "Don't be jealous, Wednesday. I'm sure your partner feels the same," he says playfully.

She tenses slightly, seemingly unused to this kind of backtalk, but quickly relaxes. "You're interesting. I'll be keeping in touch." And with that, she turns on her heel and walks back into the crowd.

"Aw, man, she still has my kidney," Pubert says, quickly chasing after her. Pugsley shrugs, looking like he'd rather not be left out, and quickly follows Pubert after waving goodbye to Steve and Morticia.

"They like you," Morticia says, sounding pleased. "You should come visit us after your honeymoon. Where are you planning to go?"

"Paris and Rome. I want to see the catacombs in Paris, and Eddie wants to visit this museum in Rome where all the decorations are made with the bones of monks."

"Oh, how romantic," Morticia says, glancing to the side as the sound of swords crossing grows louder. She waits a few more seconds before saying, her voice staying the same volume as always, "Gomez."

The fight immediately stops, and Gomez seemingly materializes next to Morticia. He takes her hand, pressing kisses along her knuckles and up her arm. "Yes, cara mia?" he asks.

"How long has it been since we danced?"

"Hours," Gomez replies, grinning brightly as he pulls Morticia away and to the dancefloor.

Eddie appears next, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist from behind. "Stevie," he whispers, breath tickling the back of Steve's neck. "We haven't danced, either."

Steve snorts, places his plate on the nearest chair, and turns in Eddie's arms. "Well, lead the way."

With an excited glint in his eyes, Eddie drags Steve to the dancefloor as the band begins to play the waltz. A few other couples have begun dancing together, but they all make room as Eddie leads Steve to the very middle of the floor. He pulls Steve close, one hand on the small of his back and the other holding one of Steve's hands. Their fingers interlock, and Steve lets Eddie lead him around the dancefloor in graceful spins and flourishes.

"So," Eddie says, his voice quiet but immensely clear to Steve as the rest of the world fades away, "other than that brief interruption, how did you like the ceremony?"

"It was beautiful," Steve replies, sliding the hand on Eddie's shoulder to wrap around his neck and playfully tug on a lock of hair. "We should get married again."

"How does next month sound?"

"I was thinking of a wedding in Paris and one in Rome. Just for us, nobody else, with ancient bones as our witness."

"You say the most romantic things," Eddie says, his voice slightly dreamy. "I love you."

The waltz comes to an end as he says this, and Eddie leans down to kiss Steve as they continue dancing through the break in music. Steve smiles, letting his eyes slip shut and trusting Eddie to make sure he won't fall or trip on anything, and pushes his tongue past Eddie's lips.

"I love you, too," Steve whispers when the kiss breaks long enough to allow words. He's barely finished speaking when Eddie pulls him back in, drowning Steve in love and passion and promises of later.

Steve finds he doesn't mind the idea of never surfacing again so long as Eddie's lips never leave his own.

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[istadris]

Aight, my mind decided to start doing crossovers again so now I'm telling you about it.

How do you think Luigi would handle the Addams Family? Because while the family is the aesthetic Luigi fear, they are not malicious and are in fact very welcoming. I'm certain Gomez and Morticia would treat him as if he's another one of their cousins.

Luigi is easily spooked. That's a fact. Surprise him or put him in a creepy house and he'll be scared out of his wits.

However, when it comes to ghosts themselves, it depends on how they behave toward him. Sure, they'll still scare him because they appear out of nowhere and are mischevious...but in the endings of Luigi's Mansion 2 and 3, our green bean doesn't mind friendly ghosts and can even have fun with them. Loom at Polterpup!

Likewise, the whole shtick of the Addams Family is that they're creepy and they're kooky, but never malicious and always welcoming.

I'm not sure Luigi would enjoy all of their brand of weirdness (this is still a family that considers murder attempts like cute flirting), and he would definitely be scared at first from Cousin It, Lurch or the hand thing, but once he'd understand they're not mean or agressive, he'd like them more.

As for the Addams Family, they're always welcoming and friendly, but the adoption papers would certainly come out once Luigi says "oh I keep attracting world-destroying artefacts and I once became my own evil twin trying to destroy the world with my friends ...?"

"Oh, 'Tish, doesn't it remind you of our honeymoon?!"

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

what do you think aelor's, aelora's, and daenora's childhood was like with rhaegel and alys as their parents? how much of an impact do you think their father's alleged "madness" had on them? maybe it was only because of rhaegel's eccentricities that the aelor/aelora marriage was signed off on.

Tbh I think there would be a massive difference between the childhoods of Aelor and Aelora versus the childhood of Daenora. In my mind, Rhaegel wasn’t so much “mad” as he was just an incredibly eccentric guy (rip man you would’ve loved being a kooky rich guy in the victorian era 😔) so whatever his behaviours were, they didn’t negatively affect his children too much. That being said though, Rhaegel I think could’ve had a big interest in their valyrian heritage, to an extent that he might’ve not seen the whole incest thing as inherently wrong, leading to the twins themselves probably thinking their unhealthy attachment to one another was completely okay seeing as their dad could give them the seal of approval if they asked really nicely. So, on the outside looking in they probably had a normal childhood?? Just as long as we ignore how quick the twins were to accept that one day they might marry, and how lenient Rhaegel might’ve been when signing off on it lol.

As for Daenora though, I unfortunately don’t see her as having much of a childhood around her dad. If we’re just going on timelines, she would’ve either been a toddler or not even born at all when Rhaegel died. Hell, a decent chunk of her relatives were dead by the time she came into existence, if Alys even had enough willpower to raise her in the most kindest gentlest and patient way possible, I can’t see her childhood being anywhere near normal, especiallyyy when both her older siblings die! And, to add the icing onto an already shit cake, she also has to do the incest thing, except with her cousin who at the VERY best (going based off guesstimated birth years) was old enough to be her dad himself!

I think this did turn into an incredibly off topic rant….. whoopsies lol. Conclusion being in my silly little brain soup world none of Rhaegel and Alys’ children ended up being normal, but I think Rhaegel’s alleged madness either didn’t have any impact or very little impact, they got all their issues by themselves I’m so proud of them <3

[yadchi-i-guess]

Tangled in Kelp

By Yadchi (hey that's me)

Mermaid AU by @leefl00f (Come get your food :3)

So basically Nori gets herself stuck in a kelp forest and Uzi, Doll and Khan have to free her using a method that has worked time and time again.

Word count: 2188

It was a bright, simple day in the ocean. Save for an occasional school of fish, it was idyllic paradise. Not one disturbance of water to be felt. The perfect, peaceful place to let one's mind wander.

Until the calm before the storm was no more.

The storm disrupting the tranquil silence of the sea was a pod of four orca-like drones. Uzi, the smallest of the group, was chasing her cousin Doll. It was a half-playfight, half-race with each other, only mildly controlled by Khan.

"Girls, play nice," he reminded them for the millionth time. As long as he said this every couple minutes, no one would get hurt.

"Imma get you!" Uzi yelled, propelling herself forward with great speed and colliding with Doll.

"[Ack-! Take this then!]" Doll retorted, slapping Uzi with her tail and breaking free. She dove down to avoid getting tackled again, only to nearly crash into the fourth member of the pod.

"Thinking about taking me on, eh?" Nori teased with a grimace. Doll yelped, and not wanting to be wrecked by an orca drone much larger than her, retreated to Uzi's side.

"Nori, don't be like that," Khan scolded with a light laugh. "You'll scare them. You know how they already are with humans."

"Bite me!" Nori shot back. "I'll be as much of a gremlin to them as I want!" Khan replied with a kiss, which made Uzi and Doll hold back giggles at his antics.

Nori gave a small "hmph" and kept her gaze down. She stared at the dark ocean floor, occasionally staring at something shiny or a flurry of movement; however, it wasn't until she noticed the entire floor seemed to be moving that she stopped mid-swim.

"Nori?" Khan asked, following his wife's gaze but unable to see what her attention had come to.

"The... seabed... something's off about it," Nori commented. "Er... you guys keep swimming. I'll catch up with you.

"Looking at his daughter and niece, both of whom shrugged, Khan gestured for both of them to follow him. Nori may have been a bit kooky for seemingly absurd reasons, but it came with being adventurous. He bid her a temporary goodbye and swam off, leaving Nori to investigate what piqued her curiosity.

The now lone orca drone dove down, the glints of light coming into focus better. There were dozens of them, all moving on the ground. Still puzzled, Nori held out a finger to touch one of the shiny objects. It snapped back by grabbing her hand with a pincher.

"Ouch!" She yelped, shaking the thing off her hand. It fell back on the ocean floor to rejoin its comrades. A herd of crabs! And they were in such a large, condensed group that their glimmering shells feigned the appearance of a moving ocean floor.

That was what intrigued Nori the most. She had never seen such a big herd of crabs together. And where were they going? It wasn't migration season... and there wasn't the faintest scent of food anywhere.

On the other hand, crab meals usually don't consist of oil or metal, she thought. Forgetting entirely about wanting to keep this brief, Nori followed the scuttling crabs. For such a close-knitted group that was practically walking on top of each other, not one stumbled. Not even when their travel was interrupted by a massive kelp forest. Unfortunately for the mermaid drone trailing them, she didn't notice it either until a stray piece smacked her in the face.

"Oh crud..." Nori muttered, feeling her heart stop as she looked up.

She'd gotten tangled in kelp before, and it was never a pleasant experience, especially getting out of it. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then slowed to a near stop. Careful not to make sudden, abrupt movements with her tail, she slithered through the maze of kelp, feeling it threaten to wrap around her like fishing nets.

After several tense minutes, she saw light. A lot of it. The edge of the kelp forest! She was almost there. She just had to make it a little farther... she flicked her tail harder to push herself forward...

Then something tugged on her tail and wouldn't let go. She swerved around to see if it was a crab.

It was kelp, tangled and knotted around her tail.

Cursing under her breath for getting excited too quickly, Nori curled closer to her tail to free it from the kelp. But her hand couldn't quite reach the kelp. Her now panicky movements and desperate struggling caused her hand to get tangled too.

"Oh no... no no no, get off me!" Nori yelled at the kelp, but she would have had better luck getting cement to listen to her. She reached over to her arm, only to realize both her arms were indisposed by the restraints of the kelp. The once ubiquitous silence of the ocean strayed further into non-existence as Nori let out a scream for help.

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"Race you to that rock!" Uzi challenged as she gave herself a head start.

["Hey! You're cheating!"] Doll yelled back. ["But I'll beat you anyway."]

"In your dreams!" Uzi teased. She rose higher in the water and dove down like a pelican, slowing down just before she crashed into the rock. For a moment, she thought she won, only to be poked on the head by Khan.

"I win, little torpedo!" Khan declared happily.

"HEY!" Uzi retorted. "I didn't say you were playing!"

"Ah, come on," Khan said teasingly. "Can't you let your sweet old man play for once? I get bored, too, ya know."

"Bite me!" Uzi snapped. "Doll, you're on my side!"

But Doll was no longer interested in the debacle of the game. She looked off in the distance, searching for even a glimpse of the missing member of the pod.

["Shouldn't Nori be back by now...?"] She asked.

"Huh..." Khan replied. "Yeah. Usually she isn't gone this long. Unless..."

He trailed off, lost in a sea of his own thoughts. Doll and Uzi looked at each other, unable to make heads or tails of what he was thinking. Suddenly, there was a faint scream that spooked the three of them out of their stupor.

"D-did you hear that?" Uzi asked, startled.

["Sounded like someone saying 'help'..."] Doll replied.

No further words were needed for the orca drones to realize Nori might be in trouble. They all sped off, retracing their path to where they separated from her. The yells became gradually louder, but it wasn't until the trio swam close to a kelp forest that they finally saw her. She was face up, floating on the edge of the kelp forest.

"Oh, thank robo-god!" Nori said, her voice hoarse from calling for help. "Was beginning to think you guys couldn't hear me!"

"Mom!" Uzi said happily. "We thought you were in trouble!"

"Well... I kinda am." She admitted, pulling her tail and arms up for the others to see. "The thing I saw was a big herd of crabs, you see. And they went into this kelp forest, and I uh... yeah."

Khan laughed as his wife trailed off, "You never fail to get yourself in weird trouble Nori. Now you know how we gotta free you."

"How, dad?" Uzi asked, confused at the grin spreading across her father's face. Doll tilted her head in equal puzzlement. Khan turned to his girls for a moment.

"Well, my little purple torpedo," Khan explained in a hushed voice that Nori could still hear. "Your mom used to get stuck in kelp all the time when we went on dates. And there was always one way - and one way only - to get her untangled."

To demonstrate, he reached under Uzi's chin and wiggled his fingers, eliciting a giggle."Hehehey!" Uzi snapped, suddenly realizing what Khan meant. "Hey..."

She swam over to Nori, humming thoughtfully about where to strike first as the trapped orca drone whimpered with nervous anticipation.

["Careful not to get yourself caught in the kelp Uzi,"] Doll warned.

"Bite me!" Uzi snapped.

"U-uzi, c'mon..." Nori pleaded. "You don't have to do this... I-I can free myself!"

"Too bad, you can bite me too," Uzi smirked. She dove down quickly and scribbled her fingers on her mom's sides.

"Uz-ihihihihi!" Nori exclaimed. "Plehehehease! Heheheheheeahaa!" She started wriggling around to get away from her daughter, but with little success.

Uzi replied with a snarky "too bad!" and looked very pleased with herself. A thought in the back of her head considered this an act of revenge for when her mom would flip her on her back and wreck her silly. Well, now SHE was the one who couldn't move... a healthy taste of her own medicine.

Uzi gestured for her cousin to come close and join in. Doll approached Nori apprehensively but was soon grinning mischievously. Instead of pulling Uzi away like she normally would've done, she dug her fingers into Nori's neck and wiggled them around.

"Ahhaahahha Dohohoholll!" Nori squealed. "Stahahahp! Heheheheheeahaa! Cuhuhut it ohohout!" She jerked her tail and oblivious to the fact that it was starting to free itself from the kelp.

"Hey! It's working!" Khan pointed out as he watched his girls turn Nori into a total mess of laughter. Uzi noticed the kelp on her mom's wrists was still holding her arms out quite a bit, and this gave the little orca drone an idea. She took one of her hands off her mom's side and instead positioned it under her arm and began scribbling again.

"Nohohohohoho!" Nori screeched loudly, pinning her arm to her side as best she could. "Ihihihi sahahahahaid to stAHAHAAHP! Hahahhaahaaha!"

"We still gotta free you, mom!" Uzi replied playfully. "It's working, but you're still stuck!" Indeed, it was working. The kelp on Nori's wrists had loosened to the point where Khan easily slipped it off.

"Alright, alright, girls, that's enough," Khan lied. "Give her a chance to breathe... no wonder you wear her out so easily."

"Aw, Daaaaad!" Uzi whined.

["Her tail isn't free, Uncle Doorman,"] Doll pointed out.

"N-no need..." Nori wheezed. "I can do it myself... I could've untangled my arms by myself too, for that matter..."

She then carefully reached over to her tail to get the kelp off, but Khan grabbed both of her arms just before she could touch it.

"I'm aware..." Khan said, smirking as he turned to the girls. "You two don't know her death spot... her absolute most sensitive tickle spot. Hold her arms for me."

Uzi and Doll did as they were told, pulling Nori's arms away from her tail. Khan positioned himself just above his wife. If gravity was prevalent here, he would've been laying on top of her.

"Khan... d-don't do it," Nori stammered nervously, her anticipation mounting.

"You know what happens here, honey," Khan replied calmly while Uzi and Doll giggled.

Nori did everything in her power at the moment to get as far away from her husband as she could, but to little avail. He grabbed her around the waist, eliciting a small yelp. Giving Nori no time to brace herself, he planted a raspberry on her belly.

"aaaaAAHHAHAHAA KHAHAHAHAN!" Nori shrieked, squirming wildly. "AHAHAHAHAAHAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHP! IHIHIHIH HAAHAHATE IT WHEHEHEN YOHOHOHOU DO THIHIHIHIS!"

"Really?" Khan asked, pulling his head up to regain his breath and tease Nori. "I always thought you liked me doing that. And frankly, I still do."

"Well... sorry to burst your bubble," Nori began. "But I dohohoHOHOHOHNT! HEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Khan simply ended her argument with another raspberry. Her tail flapped helplessly, but roughly enough to get the remaining kelp off.

"Hey! Look!" Uzi piped up. "She's free!"

["In what sense?"] Doll deadpanned, pointing at Khan still holding Nori hostage as he blew continuous raspberries on her belly.

"DEHEHEHEAR ROBO-GOHOHOD!" Nori howled, completely forgetting the lack of kelp on her tail. "STAHAHAHAHAHP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!"

Khan got the message and let up, allowing Nori to squirm away with her remaining strength and finally be out of range of the kelp forest. She let herself float limply in the water for a few moments as the others rejoined her.

"That was fun!" Uzi declared, and Doll nodded in agreement. "I didn't know you could blow raspberries like that, Dad!"

"Well, your mom's kinda scared of kelp forests nowadays," Khan chuckled. "Mostly because of me doing that. And don't 'hmph' at me, honey. I know you enjoy being tickled."

"Bite me!" Nori snapped, crossing her arms. "But... thanks for getting me outta there..."

"No problem," Khan replied. "Now c'mon, let's go find something to do." However, he didn't get very far before something grabbed him by the end of his tail. It wasn't kelp.

"Oh, you think I'm gonna let you get away that easily, huh?" Nori sneered, pulling her husband closer and inching a hand closer to his neck. "I think some revenge is in order. And not just for you."

She turned to Uzi and Doll, both of whom looked at each other nervously.

"SCRAM!" Uzi shouted as she and Doll left Khan to be wrecked silly by his wife.

The end :]

Yay first tickle fic I've made. Kinda feels like a bootleg of leefl00f's tickle fics, but I'm happy with it. BTW go check out her fics they have plenty of tickle fluff (among other things)

[mysterycharacterbracket]

Season 2, Round W1, Poll #8

Character 61: Everyone benefits from the kooky grandma! She has so many words of wisdom to share, even if it takes a bit of translation at times. This strange (endearing) woman has lived her life in the service of others and 100% deserves to roam around the community with her sweet tooth leading the way. And if anything happened to her, G-d Himself will punish the offenders.

Character 9: he is the leader of a band, great singing voice. he busts his hand trying to help a kid locked in the trunk of a car. really a nice guy. plus he has a cousin who is also into music and goes on to hit it big.

[17-noodlebird]

The Magical Digital Van

And here we have the main mode of transportation for our Digital Circus members: The Magical Digital Van!!!!

As you can see, I based the design off of The Magic School Bus and Vanzilla from The Loud House. It has a turquoise side exterior and aqua front. The Van has a face that can make facial expressions, but can't actually open her mouth, nor can she speak. But she still can communicate through vehicle noises and radio music (including meme sound effects). It has red velvet seats and seatbelts (what's safety without them, amirite?) for maximum comfort, as well as cupholders in between each seat,

It was built by Kinger, Bubble, Bethany, and Valerie to be able to withstand any kind of weather, crashes, and the usual wear and tear of a regular van. It can also survive landslides and floods.

The Van can carry up to 16 people, which is enough room for all eight Digital Circus members.

As for the seating arrangement, let's talk about that:

• Caine is, of course, the driver. He's the ringmaster of The Amazing Digital Circus, and thus the designated leader of the group. He's the dad friend of the group, who is very prone to anger and anxiety as a result of the antics he has to put up with, both coming from his superstars, and the different locations he and the others explore (WE GETTING TRAUMATIZED WITH THIS ONE!!!!). Pomni and Bubble have to keep his composure in check every now and then, so he doesn't lose whatever marbles he has left inside him.

• Pomni rides shotgun next to Caine. She's basically the little sister friend to Jax, Ragatha, and Gangle, the cousin friend of Zooble, and the granddaughter friend to Kinger. She's also the daughter friend to Caine and Bubble. Both Pomni and Bubble are Caine's straight men whenever he begins to get panicky, a la Crystal Gem Pearl from Steven Universe.

• Bubble rides behind Pomni and next to Kinger. Bubble is the mom friend of the group, having dialed back on the chaotic energy (but not completely tho) to keep Caine's sanity in check. He's also the most affectionate to Caine, since they're essentially lovers now, though the PDA is kept to a minimum to the point of almost non-existence. I'm deciding to make Caine x Bubble a slow burn because I'm still afraid what people think of this ship, though I do remind myself that it's a rarepair, so it's okay.

• Kinger rides next to Bubble and behind Caine, and acts as the grandpa friend. For once, he's not as unstable and kooky, but will space out from time to time. Being two years away from turning 50 will do that to you. He is a DreamWorks movie connoisseur, and it shows from time to time, including Shrek, Antz (though he thinks A Bug's Life is more superior in his opinion), and even Kung Fu Panda of all movies. He'll probably annoy people to death by reenacting the entire Bee Movie script (his favorite DreamWorks movie) and while in character too. The John Goodman bits make Caine nauseous.

• Gangle rides behind Bubble and next to her secret significant other, Zooble. Gangle is one of the little sister friends and is the most adorable weeb anyone's ever met. She forgets to put on her comedy mask for the almost all of the road trip, as she's just simply all too happy to be along for the ride.

• Zooble rides behind Kinger (meaning they are unfortunately in close proximity to Kinger's DreamWorks ramblings, much to their annoyance), and next to their secret girlfriend Gangle. Zooble acts as the non-binary emo cousin, and apparently has some beef with Caine, who Zooble sees as a dad figure, but they won't admit this to anyone. Zooble is a lot more stoic, but still gets occasionally infuriated by everyone's antics, just like Caine does. Like father, like... Zooble?

• In the back, we have Ragatha, who sits next to Jax, and right behind Gangle. Ragatha is the aunt friend of the group, who tries (and often fails miserably) to keep the peace amongst the group. Because of the fact that she was placed in the back, she is prone to motion sickness, especially whenever she tries to read a good book. Caine has to remind Ragatha to stop reading in the freaking Van whenever she starts to feel queasy.

• Last, but probably not the least, Jax is placed next to Ragatha and behind Zooble, which gives him the perfect opportunity to pick on the mix-and-match pal, especially during road games, with Jax's favorite road game being punch buggy. He's the older brother/uncle figure of the group, though most of the time, he tends to make the situation much worse than it needs to be, much to Ragatha's disappointment and Caine's frustration.

All other seats are occupied by their luggage. They packed a lot of luggage with them, but the one thing that that Pomni absolutely refuses to put in any suitcase is her Gummigoo plushie that she created by herself after the ringmaster gave her powers of her own two years ago. Cute, innit?

The trunk? Also their luggage. Look, guys. They packed a fuckton of things with them. Don't want to take any chances, now do we?

The Van will more than likely just sit there and look pretty while their adventures take place. And because it's magic, it can resist just about anything that the cruel mistress that is fate has to throw at her.

Kinger takes the Van for a joyride after it was built, and that's where he discovered that the Carnival also has a built in Bavarian village. Fortunately, he doesn't find out about Caine and Pomni's secret drinking hideout, the tavern that is La Pierrot.

So I guess that's all I have to say about the Van. It was kinda hard to draw, but I think I managed to capture the essence of what I was imagining.

[cienie-isengardu]

What if Lu Ten wasn't a firebender?

Lu Ten’s death is the turning point in history of Iroh, his relationship with Zuko and Ozai’s rise to power while we barely knows anything about him as a character. Including whether he was firebender or not and I admit, it bugs me a lot, because Lu Ten being a non-bender could add a lot to the conflict between brothers but also explain Iroh’s fondness for his nephew.

We know that as a son of Iroh, Lu Ten was the second-in-line to the throne and that he fought at war in Ba Sing Sai. His death broke Iroh and saddened Ursa and little Zuko, however Azulon himself never said anything suggesting he loved his grandson (and heir) in any special way. When Ozai asked to be named the Crown Prince, Azulon only talked about Iroh - his first-born (beloved) son and Iroh’s pain, never saying how he personally, if ever, was affected by Lu Ten’s death.

Azulon: Say what it is you want! Ozai: Father, revoke Iroh's birthright. I am your humble servant, here to serve you and our nation. Use me. Azulon: You dare suggest I betray Iroh? My first born? Directly after the demise of his only beloved son? I think Iroh has suffered enough! But you ... your punishment has scarcely begun!

What Ozai did was not only foolish for pragmatic reasons - especially if Azulon always favored Iroh, but also very tactless, showing how little he cared for Lu Ten, his nephew or Iroh, his older brother. Through Zuko’s memories we could see that Azula already thought their “dad would make a much better Fire Lord than His Royal Tea-Loving Kookiness [Zuko Alone]”. Considering how Ursa and Zuko are fond of Iroh and Lu Ten, it is logical to think Azula’s opinion is rooted in Ozai’s ambitions and disdain for Iroh.

Additionally, Avatar: The Last Airbender - The Search comics provided us some insight into Zuko’s childhood: Ozai wanted to get rid of his son because he thought the baby “lacked a spark” and having a non-bender for a first born was embarrassing for Prince of Fire Nation.

When you were born, we weren't sure if you were bender at all. You didn't have that spark in your eyes. I planned to cast you from the palace. How embrassing for a prince of the Fire Nation to have a nonbender as his firstborn! [The Search, part II]

As the story explained, Ozai on purpose emotionally abused and humiliated Zuko, as a revenge against Ursa, so we should ask if what he said was a widely accepted truth or just him taking another chance to make his son (and wife)’s life a living hell. However if Ozai’s words are true, then if Lu Ten was born as non-bender he would be considered an embarrassment to Iroh’s bloodline. Yet since Azulon accepted him as his grandson and thus put in line of succession, especially if Azulon did it solely out for love for his firstborn, then it makes sense for Ozai to resent Iroh (the favored son) and Lu Ten (the non-bender nephew Ozai would be forced to serve in future).

Interestingly, child Azula provided another detail to ponder more about the idea of non-bender Lu Ten:

Young Azula: If Uncle doesn't make it back from war, then Dad will be next in line for Fire Lord, wouldn't he? Ursa: Azula, we don't speak that way. It would be awful if Uncle Iroh didn't return. And besides, Fire Lord Azulon is a picture of health. Young Zuko: How would you like it if cousin Lu Ten wanted Dad to die? Young Azula: I still think our dad would make a much better Fire Lord than His Royal Tea-Loving Kookiness.

If Iroh didn’t make it back from war, logically thinking the title of next Fire Lord should be bestowed on his son. However Azula wholly ignored her cousin’s existence and this scene took place before news of Lu Ten’s death. Surprisingly, Ursa does not correct Azula about the line of succession and like her daughter, she omits Lu Ten. Understandably, Ursa was taken aback by such a question, but still no one from the Royal Family presented here seems to consider Iroh’s son to be next in line.  

Zuko is literally the only one person who remembers about Lu Ten’s existence but like the rest of his family, not in the context of the succession line. Which I admit, confuse me a lot, because in the same episode Ozai specifically ask for Iroh’s birthright arguing his older brother lost his heir, while Ozai’s children are alive (and Azula presented as amazing firebender at such young age).

Ozai: Father, you must have realized as I have, that with Lu Ten gone, Iroh's bloodline has ended. After his son's death, my brother abandoned the siege at Ba Sing Se, and who knows when he will return home. But I am here, Father, and my children are alive. 

To my knowledge, here is little solid data about Lu Ten but… if Lu Ten was born as non-bender - the shame to Royal Family - but was still put by Azulon before Ozai in the line of succession, it adds a lot to Ozai’s frustration and resentment for Iroh, the clearly favored son, and fuels the competition between brothers for Azulon’s favor. To the point Ozai will push hard his own children to their limits and beyond, because of the need to prove his heirs are better than Iroh’s. And with Azula, the second child being the prodigy firebender, while Iroh’s own can’t bend a fire for sure comes a great deal of satisfaction and most likely Ozai’s arrogance rubbed on little Azula toward her cousin. Which could meant Ozai didn’t pit his own kids against each other, but also pit Azula against Lu Ten.

On the other hand, Zuko and Lu Ten were implied to have a good relationship. We saw Iroh, baby Zuko and little Lu Ten playing together on the beach or that Zuko was genuinely sad about his cousin’s death and fact Iroh lost his only kid. We also know Zuko struggled a lot with firebending and father’s high exceptions (though we have no idea how good a firebender he was compared to other children his age. We only know he was bad compared to firebending prodigal Azula). If Lu Ten was the “embarrassment” for being non-bender and Zuko the “failure” compared to younger sister, their bond could be based on similar hardship they were forced to endure. Beside Iroh, from all family members, within the context of presented flashbacks and little bits here and there, Zuko seemed to have the closest relationship with his older cousin. The moment Lu Ten is dead, Ozai is already trying to get the throne.  Azula barely cared for Lu Ten and mocked Iroh for being broken by son’s death (no doubt Ozai’s influences). Ursa was upset about the news of Lu Ten’s death, but she barely mentions him beside that one moment. Azulon has never openly said he is upset by his grandson's death or that it is a great loss to Fire Nation - he only cared for Iroh’s pain. 

So if Zuko and Lu Ten (non-bender) had any resemblance of normal family relationship, I think it would naturally make Iroh like the boy despite the bitter brotherhood with Ozai, especially if his nephew did not look down on Lu Ten’s lack of firebending. What most likely would just add another reason for Ozai to resent Zuko (and maybe for Iroh to not be fond his niece?)

Which is why I like the idea of Lu Ten being non-bender - it mess even more already messed up Royal Family relationship. 

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Six

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 3,2k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, blood, unusual and dangerous use of a knife, revenge, violence, explicit and dirty language, this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! In this chapter there will be a slight change for MC, I hope you will enjoy the chapter, let me know what you think! 💜

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"How is she?"

The dark-haired boy lifted his eyes to Seokjin, who was staring at him with his hands in his pockets, still dressed smartly and wearing perfectly polished-toed shoes.

"They stitched her up and now they're giving her an IV, she's lost too much blood," was Jimin's laconic reply, who was leaning against the wall of the waiting room pondering what to do.

They were in a private clinic, there was no danger of awkward questions; it belonged to a cousin of Seokjin's. That was where they went when they urgently needed a doctor.

"And what are you going to do with Ester?"

"I was just about to talk about her," he broke off from the wall, "She's one of your girls, but she disrespected me, Jin."

"You don't want to kill her," Seokjin said, although it was clear from his tone that he wasn't all that interested, but Jimin shook his head and the man relaxed his shoulders; every woman present at the Dark Moon was a big, juicy source of income.

"I want to teach her what respect is for me and my orders, I won't allow just any whore to challenge a decision of mine," he said harshly.

"You're right, besides it might stir up the others to do the same in case there are further jealousies" he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, irritated, "All right, instruct her" he gave his consent and made to turn on his heels and leave, but Jimin blocked him.

"I'll take her."

"How?" he had heard perfectly well, but he wanted to push him to be more detailed.

"You made me a proposition and this is my last answer, I'll take her."

Because the Dark Moon was a den of snakes and she would only be safe in his arms.

"I'll prepare the bow, then," smiled Jin, Jimin snorted, smiling faintly.

Then she saw him leave and his smile faded, he had a score to settle with Ester and it didn't take him long to return to the Dark Moon, Namjoon greeted him with a look of understanding.

"Hanon locked her in her room, all she did was scream and throw objects everywhere."

Just the thought of such a scene irritated the man.

"I'll give her a good reason to scream if she cares that much," he hissed, Namjoon nodded, knowing his friend, he would not go lightly.

When he entered the room that had seen better days, Jimin found a mad woman inside, messy locks fell across her red, furious face, and broken and bruised objects were scattered everywhere, victims of Ester's rage.

The woman stopped only at the sight of the man stuck on the threshold watching her; Jimin's expression was indecipherable, but his eyes were harder than ice, a detail that made the young woman's lips tighten.

Jimin took two steps inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him, turned the key already in the lock slowly, and a boulder dropped on her stomach.

"Jimin..." the nasal voice because of the hysterical crying and the punch she had received sounded whiny, which did not faze him.

"Ester" dropped the key into one of his pockets and gave it his undivided attention, "Tell me, Ester.... That stupid scene, what do you think it would have led to?"

The girl swallowed, suddenly frozen.

"I asked you nicely to take care of her, to explain things to her," continued Jimin calmly, "And instead you send her to the hospital," he chuckled without amusement.

Ester did not know what to say, she felt only cruel satisfaction in knowing that Y/N's condition was so critical as to require qualified medical attention.

The bitch had to be punished, she thought.

"How do you explain this?"

"I'm yours," asserted the woman simply, "You shouldn't have let her take my place, who is she? You don't even know her, she doesn't know what you like in bed, and even if she did she wouldn't be able to satisfy you, you've been looking for me all along," she growled through tears, Jimin raised an amused eyebrow.

Perhaps Y/N did not know what he liked in bed, but for what little he had had her, she had managed to give him an unforgettable blowjob; Ester's jealousy amused and irritated him at the same time.

Ester could claim to be his, but he certainly did not belong to her.

"I don't know how true that can be," the man crossed his legs, "You say you're mine, but I've seen you satisfy many other men before and after me...besides, who says I've only ever sought you out?" he asked with a smile, remembering vividly that he had had sex with countless other women. The fact that at the Dark Moon he had chosen Ester as his favorite had been totally random; everyone had chosen a girl and he had done the same, choosing one of the prettiest and best. He didn't think that this would make her head swell.

"You've come back to me now," remarked the woman, giving no sign of having listened to a single word Jimin said, blatantly pretending.

The boy remained impassive a few moments before opening his legs slightly.

"Come here," he patted his own powerful thigh wrapped in tight dark pants, Ester remained interdicted and guarded, making the boy snort, "Don't make me repeat myself," he hissed.

The woman took a few steps in his direction, when she saw that Jimin had no strange intentions she became braver, even going so far as to sit on the man who waited patiently for her.

"Lively little girl," he smiled sweetly, arranging a few strands behind her ear, Ester's heart beat inexorably, enchanted by the heavenly vision that was Jimin, "Repeat to me what you told me at first."

As if bewitched by the boy's charm, Ester repeated his words once more, "I am yours..." Jimin nodded, leaving a kiss on the woman's neck.

"Again, Ester," the woman threw her head back under the tender strokes of Jimin's tongue along her skin, inside she exulted in lust.

"I'm yours...!" she moaned when her intimacy came in contact with Jimin's cock, she felt the tip press against her core through the tight fabric, Ester shuddered at the idea of being able to enjoy that rapturous hardness once more and vibrated excitedly when Jimin pushed her against the bed, straddling her body.

"Say it again and again..." he whispered hoarsely, touching the intimacy of the young woman, who arched her back at the contact, thrusting her hips against his hand, which crossed the barrier of her dress to tickle her clit directly.

Long moans dispersed through the room, Ester not holding back from letting everyone know what was going on in there, as if to prove that Jimin never intended to punish her, that she would always remain his favorite.

That is, until Jimin's fingers were replaced by something icy, smooth, and hard that penetrated her slit.

She had not even noticed that the boy had retrieved the object, nor did she know where he got it from or what it was.

Maybe it was-

"Stop moving like a bitch in heat," Jimin ordered her, Ester frowned, she was about to cum, why would she stop-, "Stop if you don't want me to slice you, Ester" was his final warning.

"Jimin, what-"

"Go ahead, say again that you're mine-until you yourself realize the bullshit you keep babbling," he hissed, scrutinizing her cruelly with a derisive smile, his hand made the object penetrate deeper, which caused Ester to squint.

Jimin's words confused her-what game was he playing? And most importantly...

"What do you have in your hand, Jimin?"

"Are you referring to the thing you're sucking up so easily? Hmm... in my opinion you can get there," he said vaguely getting no answer, he huffed, "Come on... you always asked me to give it to you, which is impossible given the rules here at the Dark Moon," he chuckled, holding the base tightly.

At those words Ester blanched.

The switchblade that Jimin always carried with him.

"Jimin... this is a joke, isn't it?" she asked tensely, the boy replied by pressing the knife handle harder against her walls, just a simple gesture and the blade would snap like a spring.

"A whore without a pussy would be worthless," reasoned Jimin, there Ester had confirmation that the man was serious, she began to tremble and break into a cold sweat.

If before pleasure was the only thing she felt, now terror had encompassed every fiber of her body.

"Jimin, please..." she cried tremblingly, but the boy shushed her.

"Your arrogance has always disgusted me, Ester.... but your disobedience is the worst thing about you, I've always let it go because it was pleasurable to fuck you, but now I can't see what attracted me to you anymore," he spat, "Do you want it fast or slow?" he asked mellifluously, smiling fearfully.

Ester quickly denied with her head, she was a lake of tears and unrestrained sobs, "Don't! I-I won't give you any more trouble, I swear, I swear!" she screamed breathlessly, unable to move her body because of the terror she was feeling.

The man after a few moments moved away, withdrawing his weapon accordingly, Ester relaxed slightly before she felt a hissing sound cleave the air and something liquid dripping from one of her cheeks.

Wide-eyed she brought a trembling hand to her face and with a horrible foreboding saw blood, she was breathless when she realized what had happened.

Jimin watched uninterestedly as the woman's despair, her face scarred, ran to the mirror to ascertain her condition, he saw her collapse on her own knees amid sobs and cries, the only thing he felt was annoyance at that scene which he said was ridiculous. She had touched Y/N's face, he had done the same to hers. Permanently.

"You'll be able to satisfy clients with perversions like that, too, aren't you happy?"

He walked out of the room as he entered it, meeting Namjoon's gaze.

"I hope you haven’t damaged it too much."

Jimin shrugged, "Clients care about what's between her legs, she was unsightly even before," Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"I'll go get someone to treat her, she's screaming more than before," he hissed holding the bridge of his nose tightly between two fingers.

Jimin patted him twice before heading out of the brothel, ready to finish the job he had started.

The man cast a glance at the woman sitting in the back seat, she was still dazed from the medication that prevented her from feeling pain, she stood staring out of the tinted windows.

A large medical patch covered her entire cheek, just as a bandage wrapped her head tightly and securely.

At her side Taehyung made sure she did not attempt any strange moves; the boy was dressed in casual clothes unlike the young woman who was wearing only pajamas and slippers.

It was nighttime, Jimin had made sure to pick her up in a safe time frame for everyone so as not to raise even the slightest doubt.

"Where do you think I'm taking you?" broke the silence Jimin, Y/N barely lifted her head.

"To the Dark Moon, that's where I belong, isn't it?" she replied apathetically, a slow smile lapped the young male's face.

"You got it wrong this time, honey," he said, leaving her interjected.

"What do you mean?"

"I found a better use for you," he chuckled, almost breathing in the fear of the poor girl, who upset cast a glance at Taehyung.

She hadn't known him long, but in the clinic when she was surrounded by doctors, he had given her the impression that he was a calm and lucid man, or so she thought, although she remembered perfectly well that if Jimin wasn't there, then Taehyung himself would be there to give her that "checkup."

"Calm down, kitten, if he wanted to hurt you, he would have already done so, right?" he affirmed, instantly procuring a glare of lightning from Y/N.

"He did hurt me," she huffed inviperately, squeezing herself into her seat.

Jimin looked at her from the mirror, studying the woman's emaciated contours, her lips tightened into a line were a sign of her strange inner turmoil.

He did not want to get to the point of hurting her again, yet the way he had been raised left no room for pity, if she tried any bullshit he would pay for every single consequence.

After a few kilometers the car stopped in front of a seemingly very luxurious apartment establishment, a garage opened up for them and Jimin wasted no time in getting in, Taehyung on the other hand did not lose sight of every corner of the street, although from the angelic faces they remained gentlemen of the underworld. Seokjin as already specified had his hands full just about everywhere, dealing not only in his brothel - a source of more than excellent income - but also in dealing and often murder for hire.

There were not exactly a few of their enemies.

Y/N squared off with a bad feeling the other cars present-where had they taken her?

"Get her out," ordered Jimin, Taehyung opened his door first and going around he allowed the woman to get out as well, holding her firmly by the arm, not only to prevent her from escaping - she had nowhere to go given the enclosed space they were in - but also because he was unsure of her strength, the young woman in fact was unsteady on her own legs.

Out of the corner of his eye Jimin noticed that Taehyung was about to take her in his arms, which inexplicably irritated him. He knew that his friend had no interest in the girl, but that did not stop him from harshly jerking the other away from her to take her personally in his arms stunning not only Taehyung, but Y/N herself, who tried to shrink as much as possible under his dark gaze. The man's grip was firm, but she felt herself falling into the arms of her tormentor.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked with a knot in her throat; Jimin did not answer immediately.

First he climbed stairs that led them to a larger door, from that opened a long, dimly lit hallway and then more stairs to climb until they reached a landing with an elevator.

When they entered and the doors closed he finally spoke.

"You are in your new home."

A thousand questions poured into Y/N's head, confused and agitated. Had she been sold? So, is this how it was going to end?

She had basically ended up like her sister, she thought sorrowfully, regretting several times the absurd idea of looking for a similar job to support herself.

"More to the point, you are in your new home, yours and Jimin's," Taehyung chuckled, as the elevator doors opened to show a series of numbered, digitally locking doors.

"What?"

Taehyung typed a code on the keypad on the door with the number 7, which opened with a soft, almost imperceptible click.

The first thing the woman saw was a spacious, modern living room with an L-shaped sofa of soft dark leather that drew all the attention to itself.

"What does that mean?"

Jimin made a sign to his friend, who understood instantly. He wanted to be alone with Y/N.

"I'm off, see you soon kitten," he greeted her before disappearing, carefully closing the door behind him, the resulting sound no longer sounding so soft to Y/N's ears.

She felt she was being teased.

"What does that mean?" she repeated more somberly, Jimin took a seat on the sofa, crossing his legs in a pose that screamed elegance and power.

"I bought you, that's what it means."

It was a lie, Seokjin had made a gift of her to Jimin, but the latter with that statement tried to give himself an intimidating aura, buying a person after all was not something everyday, one had to be a powerful and influential person to do so, the man wanted her to feel fear in his presence.

She was stunned, "Why would you do that? You hate me, you find me useless! Is this another way to torture me?" she hissed with tears in her eyes, "You made me lose everything, what more do you want from me?"

She was broken.

She had run away from a monster to save her sister, but she had lost her and had been humiliated in more ways than one by Jimin and his former lover, if she could have ended it to avoid more suffering she would have taken the chance.

"I don't hate you, silly," sighed Jimin as he took off his jacket, "You irritate me with your stubborn attitude, but I don't hate you...it's other people I reserve my poison for, it's precious, it's the fuel that gets me going, my beautiful girl" he got up from his seat to go pour himself a few shots of vanilla rum, the crystal mini bar displayed his small but expensive collection of drinks, they were mostly classic brands, Jimin must have been an experienced drinker.

He sipped slowly from his glass, the plump, glossy lips matched perfectly with the transparent rim, soaking up the amber liquid, the piercing tapped lightly against the crystalline surface. Y/N imagined the sinful taste they had, wondered why she had not met him in his angel form, why she was given the devil, after the hell she had already been accustomed to.

"And then..." he continued, "I wouldn't let you stay at the Dark Moon a minute longer, I've already told you that but maybe it's better to refresh your memory," he murmured as he approached, the girl took small steps back, nothing compared to the male's two strides, "I won't let any other man get his hands on you, I want you and consequently you belong to me," he said casting a languid glance at the woman's lips.

"And what will you do in case you get tired of me?" she provoked him.

Jimin's eyes darkened, "What should I do with a stupid little girl like you?" he asked, not answering her question.

Neither of them would have liked the answer.

He took a lock of her soft hair in his fingers, bringing it to his nose he inhaled its light fragrance, the hospital had turned the girl off. He decided to leave her alone for the time being, she needed to recover, and from her thin, depressed appearance he guessed it would take quite some time.

"Here is a room with a bathroom for you, you will also find clean clothes, you may go," he turned away from her, who resumed breathing normally. Jimin was lethal and she feared it was not for one simple reason.

It may have sounded absurd, but no matter how much her instincts screamed at her to escape from the clutches of that monster, a much darker part of her could not stop pointing out its bewitching and sinful aspect.

Hers was a desire that had to be kept silent and hidden inside the closet because it was shameful and sick.

[adrienneleclerc]

Hi, I was wondering if you could an Xavier Thorpe x addams!reader fic where there's a Addams family reunion and she's introducing him to everybody

It’s an Addams Family Reunion

Of course I can! Hope you like it, mi vida. My first Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader fanfic

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Summary: When Y/N is getting ready for the Addams Family Reunion, Xavier decides to pay her a visit

Warning: probably none

Y/N Addams is Wednesday's younger sister by a year. Much like Morticia, she sees positive things in her visions and has a more optimistic outlook on life. She has been dating Xavier Thorpe for a few months, when the fall semester ended early, Xavier have cellphones to both Addams girls. They are currently FaceTiming each other.

"What are you doing tomorrow, sweetheart?" Xavier asked as he was sketching.

"Well...I have a family reunion this weekend, tomorrow we have family flying out so I gotta make sure the house still has cobwebs and I need to feed Kitty and Cleopatra." Y/N said casually.

"There are more Addams? Who are Kitty and Cleopatra?” Xavier asked.

"Yes, there are a lot of us, and Kitty is our pet lion, Cleopatra is one of my mom’s plants. But I'll be busy tomorrow and the weekend, I'm sorry, pretty boy." Y/N said and she watched Xavier blush.

"It's fine, my love. Does the reunion start on Friday?" Xavier asked

"I think it does, yea. Pugsley is going to be playing with dynamite with our Uncle Fester when he stays in our house. Before you say anything, yes, it's perfectly safe...for us anyway." Y/N said.

"You Addams really are kooky." Xavier stated.

"Wednesday prefers spooky, but I agree. I need to walk Kitty, gotta go, okay." Y/N said.

"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow." Xavier said and they hung up. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Y/N, darling, Can i come in?" Morticia asked.

"Sure mom, come in." Y/N said, putting away her phone.

"Were you talking to your boyfriend? The Thorpe boy?" Morticia asked.

"Yes mom, I've been talking to him. What did you what to talk about?" Y/N asked.

"Is he going to come over? I haven't seen him since Parent's Day.” Morticia said.

“I’m not sure, actually. Does Kitty need a walk?” Y/N asked.

“Your father is already walking Kitty so don’t worry. Tomorrow Cousin Itt and Uncle Fester are coming along with your grandmama, okay.” Morticia said.

“Okay, mom.” Y/N said, when Morticia left the room, Wednesday came in.

“Sister, when was the last time we saw the whole family?” Wednesday asked Y/N.

“It was for Pugsley’s Mazurka 2 years ago. Is the house even big enough to have the family reunion here?” Y/N asked.

“Maybe it is, it would be great to see Uncle Fester again though.” Wednesday said.

“Yeah i know, you’ll see him tomorrow.” Y/N said and with that, Wednesday left Y/N’s room.

Skip to Friday, with Gomez Addams being old money rich, their house was enormous and fit all the relatives. Everyone was sitting down, eating the food that Lurch had prepared for them. Then Y/N heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Y/N yelled and when she opened it, she was surprised to see Xavier standing there is nice-ish clothes. “Xavier, I can’t believe you’re here, come in.” Y/N said, stepping aside to allow Xavier to come inside.

“Wow, your place and family are bigger than I thought. And there’s just a lion walking around, cool, no need to be scared at all.” Xavier said nervously.

“Um yeah, my dad makes a lot of investments and deals, he makes a lot of money without even trying, it’s his gift.” Y/N commented offhandedly. “Is it okay if I introduce you to everyone? I don’t want them asking questions.”

“Yeah sure, I can’t believe im meeting your entire family in one day, this is getting serious.” Xavier said.

“Oh yes, very serious, i expect a promise ring next month.” Y/N said teasingly, trying to calm his nerves but it didn’t work. “Im kidding, let’s just go.” Y/N looped her arm with Xavier’s to introduce him to everyone. “Mom, dad, Pugsley, you remember Xavier, right?”

“Oh yes of course, you gave the girls phones, I assume they are on your phone bill.” Gomez said.

“Yes, yes they are, don’t worry Mr. Addams.” Xavier said.

“No need for formalities, hijo, Gomez is fine.” Gomez said.

“Would you like to play with explosives my Uncle Fester gave me?” Pugsley asked Xavier, trying to be friendly.

“Not right now, Pugsley, I have to introduce him to everyone.” Y/N said,

“Maybe after.” Xavier said, making Pugsley smile slightly. Then they went to another family member.

“Cousin Itt, this is my boyfriend Xavier, Xavier, Cousin Itt.” Y/N said.

“Nice to meet you.” Xavier said and Cousin Itt chittered in reply.

“He said nice to meet you too and he likes your hair.” Y/N ‘translated’ for him.

“I like your hair too.” Xavier told Cousin Itt.

“He says thank you, I’ll talk to you later Itt.” Y/N said and then walked away.

“Is he made out of hair or does he just have really long hair?” Xavier asked Y/N.

“I Don’t know how to explain it…he has arms and legs so I guess he just has really long legs.” Y/N said.

“Can you understand him when he talks?” Xavier asked.

“Yes I do, it’s an Addams thing.” Y/N said. She later spots her Grandmama and Uncle Fester, deciding to introduce them to Xavier. “Grandmama, Uncle Fester, this is my boyfriend Xavier.”

“Oh wow, you are so very handsome, and tall too, you bagged a good one, Y/N.” Grandmama said and Y/N looked embarrassed while Xavier laughed a little, feeling flattered.

“Thank you, grandmama.” Xavier said.

“Call me Eudora.” Grandmama said.

“I hear Y/N talk about you a lot, it’s nice to see you in good lighting.” Uncle Fester said.

“Yeah, he was in the Nightshades library when you were there with Wednesday.” Y/N explained to Xavier.

“Oh, It’s nice to out a face to the name then.” Xavier said. Y/N has introduced Xavier to everyone from Ophelia Frump to Dr, Flambe, Uncle Knick Knack, Great Auntie Sloom, Aunt Petunia, and the spirits of Granny and Grandpa Frump (yes I googled the extended Addams Family). “I met everyone, right? Please tell me I met everyone.”

“You met everyone, guapo, trust me, you met everyone. Wednesday is currently dancing with Cousin Lumpy and Monday Jones.” Y/N said, looking at Wednesday dancing with their cousin.

“Do you want to dance?” Xavier asked.

“Really? Right now?” Y/N asked,

“Consider it…a do over from the Rave’N.” Xavier said, having his hand out for Y/N to take it. She took it and began to dance to the harpsichord that Lurch was playing.

“Thank you for coming to the reunion, you didn’t have to.” Y/N said.

“You were busy yesterday so I figured why not come over today. Is it okay if I sleep over though? That way I can get on your family’s good side.” Xavier said.

“Why would you need to be on their good side?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I see this relationship lasting at least a year, maybe more.” Xavier commented.

“You do, huh? Well…what if I told you the same thing? That I can see our relationship lasting i graduate from Nevermore. What would you say?” Y/N asked Xavier. Xavier made a pensive face, spun Y/N out, then spun her back towards him.

“I would say that’s great, because I love you.” Xavier said. It’s the first time he said it too.

“I love you too, Xavier.” Y/N said, and they leaned in to kiss each other.

“My life has become so much better since you and Wednesday started Nevermore.” Xavier commented.

“Even after Wednesday accused you of being the Hyde and getting you arrested?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, even then, because you were by my side every step of the way, I liked that you visited me in the police station.” Xavier said.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to let my boyfriend go through such a tough time alone.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek.“My life has also become better since I met you.”

“I think I should go play with Pugsley’s new explosives. Hey Pugsley, I’m ready to play now.” Xavier shouted when he saw Pugsley playing outside. So now Xavier and Pugsley are both outside playing with the explosives Uncle Fester got him and Y/N was just watching them have fun. She then felt a presence near her.

“You really like him, do you?” Wednesday asked.

“I love him. We love each other actually.” Y/N said.

“And he met the entire family, he didn’t faint when he saw Kitty, I was hoping he did though. He handled our family really well, I must say.” Wednesday commented. “He could definitely be an Addams.” Wednesday said.

“Yeah, I think he could be an Addams too.” Y/N commented, looking at how Pugsley hugged Xavier after blowing up something with his hand grenade.

[captain-lessship]

Roommates Pt. 1

A/n: used to be posted on the Ao3 TheSavyCorner. I wrote it with my friends and they gave up on fanfic and I have given up on Ao3 so here!

You yawned as you bobbed your head. You were dozing off already.

"Alright, sleeping beauty, wake up." Ajax snapped his fingers in front of you. You blinked awake.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" you rubbed your eyes.

"To get an Education. Duh," he said. You rolled your eyes as you shook your head, dust coming from your hair, making your friend yawn.

"We could easily learn at ten in the morning. Not eight."

"Watch your dust, Sandman. Now I want a nap... No wonder you're always sleeping." he said, voice trailing off as his eyes closed. You snickered as you pulled a marker from your pocket. You were stopped when the bell rang, you put it in your pocket and shook the boy beside you awake.

You were walking through the courtyard when Ajax saw her—his crush that you were not supposed to tell anyone about: Enid. You followed as he walked to her. 

You felt a twinge of envy at the blonde. Her smile was bright, full of life. Her hair was beautiful and always perfect. Her eyes glimmered and turned into a charming crescent when she smiled. 

You looked in the puddle at your feet, seeing your murky appearance. You knew you weren’t a very good-looking individual. Your eyes were glossed over with sleep, your lips were chapped and your hair wasn’t the best style or the best color. But you wanted to be handsome. But you weren’t. 

"Enid, You're never going to believe the dirt I heard about your new Roommate! I heard she eats..."

You were dozing off again when you got bumped into by a girl, who looked very familiar, while she walked on and Enid followed.

Ajax turned to you, "Bro... She's-"

"Scary as hell? That's an Addams for you."

"Cousins..."

"Creepiest of such."

Ajax looked at you, "How are you two related again?"

"Her grandmama is the sister of my grandpa."

"Ohh... I just thought you'd be farther across on the family tree."

"Why? Not creepy and kooky enough for you?"

"Yup" you said just above a whisper. Ajax and you looked at each other and laughed lightly, the two of you walked away. You took a glance at your pipe dream: there was no way Ajax Petropolus liked you.

You were twirling your sand around in the air, watching as the leaves got swirled into a tornado and saw it go to you our best friend, Ajax, who was painting his boat for the Poe Cup when he told you the idea, you were skeptical and it grew worse when he asked you to do his makeup. Which of course, you did.

“Dude… who chose this theme?”

“Xavier.”

Ah of course. Mr. Popular. You scoffed, “Why doesn’t he just dare himself holding the Cup and call it good?”

“C’mon dude, I got a good feeling about this year! Speaking of good feelings… if we put the other teams to sle-“

You pulled back the brush of white face paint, “No. I said I would help with your costume. I even said I would practice to make sure you like it. But I am not rowing.”

This was the fifth make up look you had tried on the Gorgon and it was the best in your opinion. He gave you the puppy dog eyes. “Please! I will never ask you for something ever again.”

You raised your eyebrow, “We both know that is bull shit.”

“Okay okay, I will pay you.”

“Bro, you’re broke. I literally had to by you snacks last night.” You said, motioning at the bag of hot Cheetos and gummy worms.

“Will you do it because you’re my friend and you love me?” He said, smiling at you.

“Ajax. It’s a no. Besides, I am sure Xavier can convince someone to paddle him to his little flag.”

Ajax huffed, “Enid said she’d convince Wednesday. Imagine how bad it’ll look if they get their grumpy one to compete and we don’t?”

You looked at him with a deadpan expression.

“Okay,” he said, closing his eyes so you could touch it up, “She said she’d try.”

“Honesty is the best policy.” You joked. 

You felt a twinge of regret. “I… I am sorry.”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed, “I can’t swim, Ajax.”

The boy was quiet for a moment, “Is that why you always skip the lake parties?”

“Yeah… I’m scared of the water.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you, dude. It ain’t that deep and you’re right! We can find someone else!”

You smiled as you held up the mirror for the boy, “Open.”   You were watching as Ajax came ashore, sopping wet. A small grin of sincerity appeared on your face when you handed him a towel. He laughed when he saw you. You smiled as he dabbed at the dripping face paint.

“Sorry about the art work dude.”

“Speaking of artwork,” Your attention turned to Xavier. He was throwing a small fit. You rolled your “Water color not your strong suit?” You asked.

He glared at you.

You smirked, “Cat got your tongue? And the trophy.”

He jerked the towel from your hand, making you laugh lightly. Ajax looked at you.

“Dude… he did his best.”

You looked away from him, “I know. I’m sorry. You were great.”

Ajax looked at you before lightly nodding and walked away. You cursed yourself

“You are easily annoyed.” You heard a monotone voice say. You turned to see Wednesday.

“Ah, well,” you sighed, “Congrats by the way.”

“Thank you. I need to ask you a few questions. “

“Uh,” you looked to the group of people leaving to go up to Ophelia Hall. “Right now or after the presentation?”

“Right after, beside the Edgar Allan Poe Statue.” She said, turning to follow the crowd. You trailed behind her.

After the winning team got changed, you and other students watched as they did a small celebration, it was a big deal to most people. You clapped as you walked to the statue to wait.   You watched as she walked to you, taking out a small note pad.

“I need to ask you about the specifics of your powers.”

“Oh, alright, what do you need to know?”

“You make people fall asleep. Right?”

“Yea. It’s a type of sand, think sandman legend. “

“Do you make them dream? Is there anything else you can do with the sand?”

“Well… I could make someone dream but not right now, well, I can share someone's dreams. I can move it around and make shapes with it. Kinda like sand telekinesis.”

“ So it can be learned. The dream giving.”

“Yea, but it takes a lot of energy.” You said.

“Can you give your sand to other people to use?”

You stopped, “Uh, well… yes but we’re not supposed to.”

“Could you give some to me?”

“Why?”

She stared through you for a moment, as if deciding to tell the truth. “You know about the monster that attacked me and murdered Rowan?”

You felt a twinge of worry internally, “Yea, I do. Are you worried it’ll come back? Is that why you need the sand?”

“Good to know that someone else believes me. Yes, that is one of the reasons I need the sand.”

You sighed, “what’s the other reason?”

She looked down, “I need a secure way to… sneak out.”

You sighed, “Well. I am really not supposed to give my sand out. And your mother put the entire family on alert. ”

“I need this. It is going to help me with my investigation of the monster.”

“Whoa, wait, you just said you’d be worried about it coming back, not going looking for it.”

“It’s part of the plan to find it but I need the sand in case.”

You stared at her, your eyes scanning her face. “Wednesday, I am only doing this because you’re Enid’s friend and my favorite cousin.” Ajax had influenced you. Being friendly with everyone. 

“Thank you,” she stopped for a moment “I enjoy our partnership with each other.” 

You smiled, “Alright, Partner in Crime. Do you have a jar? Or like-Oh.” A jar was pulled from her pocket.

You smirked, “How’d you know I’d say yes?”

“Intuition.”

In other words, You got played. Family bonds.

You put the jar in your hand, “Okay, I need you to back up and cover your eyes, mouth and nose.”

Wednesday pulled out a small pair of glasses, “I want to see how it works.”

“Well, it’s not luxurious but hey, it gets the job done.” You breathed in and held your hand up to your mouth, aimed for the jar and blew. Gold dust came from your body and some blew off, slowly falling to the floor. You were not very accurate but you got it in the jar.

“There you go.” You said as you screwed on the lid of the jar and handed it to her.

“Thank you. I know it’s a risk and I owe you a favor now, which is not a situation I enjoy being in. Is there something I can do for you?”

You thought for a moment, “Next Poe Cup, don’t compete.”

“Deal.”

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Susan is back and i'm fleshing her out kinda haha

[HELLO THERE]

So Sean went missing... Despite him being racist, she felt worried about him.

She looked at the missing drone poster in dread and worry. This one she had mixed feelings for, on one hand he had it coming, on the other hand... She just cares about everyone like they're family, after her first time losing someone to the Murder Drones.

That first time...

...

help me.

i'm stuck.

get me out.

...

run.

SAMMY

SAMMY JUST RUN JUST RUN

SAVE YOURSELF I'M DONE FOR

RUUUU–

There was oil everywhere, some got on her face. And the bitch just laughed as she tore him apart.

Rest in peace, Evan

She shook her head and put down the poster on her desk, and went searching through her room for something...

She opened a drawer. A sound. One in particular.

...

That's a gun. A shotgun. Hell yeah, that'll do.

Running. Crunching snow beneath her feet, she ran and ran as the wind blew. If she didn't hold on to her beanie it'd fly away with how strong it was.

She heard a familiar scream. That's gotta be him, in that spire.

"Don't worry Sean, i gotcha..." She said to herself under her breath...

The memories... That phrase feels bittersweet now.

"I really am like you, huh..?" She spoke again as she ran.

If there was one thing she never forgives, it's loss...

A screech.

"Wha-?!"

It came from above, and pinned her down.

A tall Murder Drone. Long, silver hair. A short jacket covering her top half, similar to that of the psycho's. One yellow X on her visor. Yellow lips. And a huge, fanged smile from side to side. She is drooling.

...

"Hi there, cutie~" Susan felt her core... Do something. She felt a thing™

"Can you–" She grabbed her shotgun, and slapped the Murder Drone with it "–NOT be flirty like that?!"

"OW WHAT THE FUCK?!" She stood up and rubbed the spot that's been utterly demolished by the slap.

"It's weird!" Susan prepared the shotgun as she stood up too.

"That's why i do that, i like being creepy! It's the creep factor!"

"MY FUCKING COUSIN WOULD MOAN IF YOU DID THAT, IT DOESN'T FUCKING WORK!"

"A-"

Then she flopped onto the snowy ground.

...

...

"Sean???"

"Not gonna thank me? Thought so, this one was really chill but still kinda kooky in the head... Sorry about the racism, i understand if you don't forgive me..."

...

"Let's just go home, we'll talk about all this later" Susan could only sigh.

...

"Gotcha..." Sean agreed and off they went, back home...

And bringing with themselves the unconcious Murder Drone, because why not.

[middlespacekingdom]

i probably wrote about this before but like four years ago a dude knocked on my door and introduced himself

said he lived down the street and that he had heard that i lived here

we have the same last name and that's why he came over

he's a lawyer, married, kids, the usual, and i'm ty

told him i was "Tyrone" and he said, "yeah yeah"

dude's mannerisms and such remind me of Eightball for real

lives really close, like four blocks

we never hang out and have never hung out but we will and do shout each other out in the wild, call each other "cousin", dap, hug

kind of an authentic person, a little kooky, ride a bike around sometimes

we code switch like mad

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

i haven't seen him in a while but when i sat down for dinner last night, outside, at the thai restaurant, he ambled up

i said HEY, gave him a hug and said, happy father's day

he said, "my mom's here," and pointed to the restaurant across the promenade

kind of looked at my wife and said, "oh hey" - asked Brenn if she was back from school

so i walked over and his mom walked over to the railing there and introduced herself, i said, "I'm Hardaway," she said, "I know."

we spent like two minutes chatting and she, and he, seemed genuinely delighted; hell, I was delighted!

i said, i'll take a selfie, then hugged him, kissed her and walked back over to the thai place (i had a lemongrass dish)

Brenn said, "you know, you really could be related." i said, "i know" then looked at the photo

i sent him the photo

feels like fambly - how 'bout that?

[crookedherringcolorclod]

What makes you so sad? I think you're the saddest girl I ever met || Akemi and Helen

Surprise! There's a part 2 for Akemi and Helen @nutaella-kookie’s oc!! The quote I used as the title is from this scene. Also what is it with Helen meeting dangerous vampires in school bathrooms-?

I tried to put some song lyrics in my works because Akemi is part of the theatre club.… I hope it’s not too bad? It’s called “Noel’s Lament”

Fun fact: Fata Naiva means silly girl in Romanian. At least that’s what I searched and double checked.

Warnings: Helen’s canon ed, Akemi’s past that includes attempted r*pe, murder, and violence.

Helen knew what some people think of her. Her reputation was never known to be the best and it didn't help that her list of ex-boyfriends added more fuel to the already nasty rumors that spread across Ryoutei Academy.

Amongst the rumors about her, Helen would also hear about another girl, Akemi Sakamaki. They called her cold, unapproachable, a frigid bitch if they felt extra spiteful, it was never consistent. Shu said that she was one of his cousins when he came over last time. She still remembers that day well, the afternoon sun shone through the windows and the chill of winter seeped into her bones.

“I didn't even know that she existed.” Shu sighed as he continued to slide the razor against his cheek. “She just appeared by the doorstep of the manor and she never left ever since,” he added while rinsing off the shaving cream on the razor. Curious, Helen decided to probe the blonde vampire a bit more while combing her hair back, black curls falling off her shoulder. “How does she look like? Is she pretty?”

Water ran down the cold steel blade and Shu grabbed a random towel to wipe off the remaining cream on his blade. “She can carry a note, unlike you”

“Oh come on! Aren't your brothers more... bothersome? Surely your cousins are different in some way.” Helen continued to ask, a sigh leaves Shu’s lips, and the expression on his face remains indiscernible. “Go and see her for yourself. Or ask her classmates.”

Yet not once did Helen see Akemi closely, her face was almost always hidden or seen from afar. Her blonde hair was always indicating where she was but always disappearing somewhere else. Other than the horrid rumor of sleeping with numerous people, Helen has always heard about another title that Akemi has. “The Enigma of the Theatre Club” as people questioned why they never seemed to spot her on stage performing, even if her name is posted with the other cast on the bulletin board. Seemingly hiding in plain sight.

Students would say that when the theatre’s club room was empty… you would hear someone singing.

Oh, Claude, my pimp, knows never mess with me

Last prick did that faded quick to black

I have no idea where to find him, officers

But if you do, please mention that I'd

Like to have returned the pretty knife

That I stuck. Ten. Times. In. His. Back.

Sometimes, Helen would hear the singing as she passed through the theatre club, the club members’ voices were always loud and clear and could be heard through the stage, especially who Helen could assume to be Akemi’s, is it really? The soft and clear voice seems to ring in Helen’s ears.

He said, "I think I am in love with you"

I've heard that lie a million times before

Oh, tonight I give in to the fantasy

Take love when you can, when you're a whore

It was an ugly process, eating so much food you feel sick and then erasing it with the pull of a toilet’s lever. Watching your weight rise in numbers force those same numbers to drop, and Helen would repeat the cycle all over again.

Coughing, Helen reached out for the lever to flush the evidence away, leaning her back against the bathroom stall as her throat burned. Tiredly, Helen forced herself to stand up and pull her hair tie off, fanning her black curls out but still not wanting others to look at her right now. Not when she feels like nothing.

The door to the girl’s restroom opened before Helen could even leave the bathroom stall. Groaning quietly, Helen sunk to her back against the toilet seat, trying to listen to the pair of girls chattering away to find a chance to get out without being noticed.

“Ugh, I didn’t get the part to play Christine for Phantom of the Opera. I wasn’t even listed for understudy, can you believe that?” A girl cried out, stomping on her school shoes. “Yuki, I heard Akemi-senpai got the role.” Another girl added bitterly.

“Right? Like, who does she think she is? She's not even that good, she’s always a side character and then the club president just decided to make her of all people the star?” Yuki snapped, the clinking of makeup products echoed with quick snaps, reflecting her frustration.

“She probably slept her way up, how else would she get the part?” The other girl accused haughtily. Helen felt a headache forming in her temple.

“Honestly… hey, did you know that Subaru chased Akemi-senpai down the library? Do you think there's something between them?” The girls giggled, feeling proud of themselves as if they’d unlocked a mystery.

“For real, they’ve always been so close to one another it’s insane. I bet those two-”

“I bet they what? Do you mind if I listen?”

A girl’s voice echoed in the bathroom door, Helen could herself jolting in shock as the girls immediately stopped talking and Helen could only hear the long strides the girl took toward them from the bathroom stall she was in. The girl’s voice was sweet and soft, it sounded comforting like it was made to rock you to sleep. Yet that voice still sent shivers down Helen’s spine.

“Come on, you're making me curious.” The girl giggled, Helen winched at the sugary tone, immediately hearing the malice creeping up from the girl’s tone. “So let's recap, shall we, girls? In the library... Subaru and I did what?”

The silence was all-consuming and you could hear a pin drop. Helen’s heart was racing in her chest as she awaited whatever answer the girls would make. They better not say anything stupid.

Stammering, one of the girls finally spoke up. “I’m… I’m sorry, we need to go.” Helen could hear the girls scramble for their bags only to listen to them yelp like injured dogs as they stumbled on their own feet. “Oh no no no, why won’t you tell me? You can say it when you think I’m not around but you won’t tell me upfront?” Akemi chided mockingly, and the venom in her voice slowly grew more apparent.

Whimpering, the girls immediately made a break for the exit. “Talking behind my back won't get you the part for our play, you know?” the girl called out as the pair ran out of the bathroom, their tails between their legs.

Letting out a sigh, Akemi continued to talk to the air, her voice dropping to an octave. “After all... You would be stuck with me for the rest of the semester.” Helen slowly opened the bathroom stall’s door to peek, only to find blonde hair swish by heading towards the exit. Silence filled the girl’s restroom. She could hear her heart beating out of her chest.

Helen held her breath as she carefully opened the bathroom stall, hoping to leave and praying that she was alone in the bathroom. She had already heard too much, she rather goes back to her classroom and continue studying for another English Literature exam instead of dealing with whatever drama is brewing in that theatre club.

No, no, absolutely no-

“I know you heard them, Fata naiva.” Helen almost choked back a scream when she looked up only to find Akemi Sakamaki, sitting down on the bathroom countertop, dangling her long stocking-clad legs back and forth, childlike and almost innocent looking. Helen would have believed that if it weren't for...

“Yeah... so you have to deal with that too?” Helen replied carefully, watching the vampire in front of her in case she ever got close to her.

Akemi quietly hopped off the countertop, still poised and graceful in her stance, not getting too close to Helen. “You mean being too pretty for my own good? Yes, unfortunately… Did it get any better for you? Your name tends to float around, Helen is it?” Helen only gave Akemi a shrug, acting nonchalant. “The reputation is hard to rub off.”

“I guess so? I remember that the president told me about a girl who played Giselle from Swan Lake. Wasn't that you?” Helen looked over at the memory, recalling how unmoved the audience was but still applauded nevertheless. I didn't even get to sing, which is good I guess. Akemi let out a small chuckle escape her lips, amused at Helen’s reaction.

Helen rolled her eyes, trying to brush it off, the tension in her slowly dwindling away. “ Yeah... Not a fond moment I like to dwell on... So you’re in the theatre club?”

Akemi gave a little twirl, holding poise in her movements as her feet glided against the tiled floor. “Only one of the best actors in the club. Pleased to meet you.”

“I saw some of the plays, well it was required, but I never really saw you?” Helen asked, her eyebrows quirked up in confusion.

Smiling, Akemi placed a finger to her lips. “It’s easier to stand out on stage, that’s true. However it’s more impressive to blend in, but that’s just my opinion.” Helen could only shrug, knowing she can never conjure intense emotions for any performance without feeling stupid.

“Oh, I probably need to go to my next class, see you, I guess?” Spinning on her heels, Helen made a break to the only exit.

“Wait... Take this.” Confused, Helen turned around to find the girl reaching out for her hand and placing a paper-wrapped pastry in her hand. Chocolatine? “Thank you... I'm full actually.” Helen lied, she could still feel the imaginary bile in her throat, its sour aftertaste lingers on her tongue.

Akemi cock her head to the side, and her eyes met Helen’s. “Aren't you a dancer as well? Ballet, correct? It's in your posture.” Helen’s looked over to find Akemi with a worried expression on her face. “It wouldn't exactly be pleasant if you collapsed during rehearsals. It happens too often while we rehearse for our plays,’ more specifically with the girls.” Akemi added, still holding on to the chocolatine.

Reluctantly, Helen took the pastry out of Akemi’s hands. “Is knowing when someone is hungry a power of yours?” Helen questioned, taken aback at the sudden warmth of the pastry, and started tossing it back and forth between her hands.

Akemi only scrunched up her nose, for a moment she looked cold and haughty, minus the malice that comes with it. “Honey, I know what puke smells like. You should be taking care of yourself, missy.”

Helen let out a laugh, surprised at the fact someone was calling her ‘missy’. It sounded silly, even if the girl before her is centuries older than her. Yet what sounded silly sounded… familiar, the chuckle slowly died in Helen’s throat as she finally took a good look at Akemi, her soft features, doe eyes, and rosy cheeks.

Yet her face was overlapping with another, that girl she met at the club, Aurelia...

It can't be... can it? Same smile, different hair... I didn't even see her eyes. Even after the many nights we drank together, she wouldn’t look me in the eye.

Before Helen could hold her tongue, she spoke out. “You look familiar.” Akemi’s eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the statement, yet there is no hostility like what Helen expected, but curiosity. Relief, even?

“What makes you say that?” Akemi asked, her eyes softened. She looked gentle and assuring.

Helen hesitated. Should I really ask her… she won’t react badly… would she? Not like him…

Mustering up the courage, Helen decided to force herself to talk.

“Is that you, Aure-“

Before Helen could finish, the bell rang. Students rushed to their classrooms and their chatter filled the hallways. Akemi took her phone out to look at the time.

“I guess we should go to class?” Akemi questioned. Thinking to herself, Helen decided to take it as a way to escape, an option to avoid further conflict and hurt.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll see you? Thanks for the pastry.” Akemi only smiled, waving Helen goodbye as she watched the human’s silhouette disappear down the stairs.

Alone in the girl’s restroom, Akemi leaned back against the sink and guilt started to clog her throat. Akemi can’t find the urge to look at herself in the mirror, for all she would have seen would be the many faces she imitated all her life.

Angry and tired, Akemi felt the sudden burst of intense heat from the flames that she ignited on one side of her face. She curses to herself as the blue hue shone and flickered. Akemi recalled how it never left a mark on her skin no matter how hard she tried, always unscathed while everything burns around her.

She remembers the screams, the smell of smoke, cheap perfume, and the burnt flesh of the prostitutes who took care of her, and the men who tried to devour her filled her nostrils. Akemi’s let out a stuttered gasp for air, reminiscing over the painful memories.

Memories kept hidden came rushing back like a flood.

‘Monster’ Irina cried out in grief, Akemi knew she can’t comfort her… how can she? She killed her fiancé in the fire… pretended to be him, and lied to her, the soot dripping down from her hair, blurring her vision to black.

Oh how Akemi wanted to shake Irina then and there, scream at her.

You’re precious fiancé and his father tried to touch me while you waited for him. What does that make him?! TELL ME

Looking back at the mirror, Akemi only let out a sigh. She felt the urge to break it. Rip everything in front of her, but the urge left quickly. Even as Akemi stepped out of the girl’s restroom, the turmoil still boiled within her.

Oh Aurelia Eros, such a beautiful and cruel monster you are. Whenever will you stop hiding?