#BUT YEAH NO I WILL NOT DRAW THE DEAD BODIES OF CHILDREN

[mrsriddlenott]

~ Costume? That’s Barley Clothes.~

Theo Nott x fem!Reader

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Summary: Malfoy!Reader who’s annoyed that they can’t be Theo’s date to the Halloween party dresses up to get his attention and ends up with more than one set of eyes on her. This is kinda short, I just wanted a Halloween themed oneshot.

Warnings:Possessive Behavior,Jealousy, Secret Relationship,Toxic(ish)Theo,Smut,Choking, Creampie.

“Baby, you know I’d go with you if it were up to me. I thought he wouldn’t be there I’m sorry.” Theo was annoyed to say the least, not only did his plan fail miserably, but you also seemed to blame him for it. The only reason he even wanted to go to this stupid party was for you, but of course Draco just had to decide last minute he wanted to go after all.

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to dress up but he’s not gonna sit this party out.” You just eyed the much taller boy, he hadn’t put on his costume yet and could easily decide to stay with you but, “He’d get suspicious,” like it would be the end of the world if Draco knew. All you could do was roll your eyes with a sigh, laying down on your bed with a book as Theo watched you.

“Are you gonna say anything?” You just huffed at him, meeting his eyes for a second before returning to pretending to read your book, “If Draco found out I ditched the party he’s gonna come looking, and if he finds he in his little sister’s dorm he’d throw a fit.” You slammed your book shut, crossing your arms with furrowed brows before eyeing him from where you sat.

“His little sister huh?” You were frustrated, you couldn’t tell what he wanted anymore. One minute he’d be calling you his sweetheart, future wife and mother of his children, and the next he’d barley look at you, laughing in the Common Room from jokes Draco makes at your expense. “Just go to your party, I’m not some little kid who’s gonna cry without your attention for an hour,”

You huffed as his jaw clenched, eyeing you with a flash of anger, “I didn’t say you were a little kid, It’s just that if D-“

“Yeah I know if Draco finds out you’re in trouble,” You sighed as you rolled your eyes, slipping off your bed and leaving Theo trailing you with his darkening eyes, “I’m gonna take a shower, have fun at the party.”

Theo grumbled to himself as he left your dorm, slamming the door behind him as hard as he could just as you slammed the bathroom door. You sighed to yourself as you stared into your mirror, you weren’t just gonna sit out on your last Hogwarts Halloween party with Theo and he should have known that. You quickly threw on your costume and did your makeup light, wanting the glittery cat ears on your head to be the center of attention.

You wore a small black dress that could honestly barley be called a dress, paired with black heels that would bring your height to only a couple inches under Theo. You let your hair fall straight behind your shoulders, holding it back with the cat-ear headband, black eyeliner bringing out the color of your eyes with classic red lipstick drawing attention to your lips. You decided for no bra to let the dress hug your figure entirely, pulling it all together with a tight black belt adorned with a sleek black cat’s tail.

Goosebumps covered your skin as you made your way up the stairs to the packed Slytherin Common Room. A haze of smoke flitted over the various packs of dancing and conversing students while you made your way through to Draco and his friends usual spot.

Your skimpy black cat costume was basic, but a classic that was sure to drive Theo crazy. Your eyes met his as soon as the crowd parted to let you through to the group, leaving almost immediately to rake his eyes across your body as you approached. However you completely ignored him, walking up to Draco and announcing your presence before slipping away to get a drink, feeling Theo’s dead eyes stare into your back as you did so.

You hastily filled a glass with spiked punch and leant against the table with a sigh as the lanky figure of Lorenzo Berkshire approached the drink table only a few feet away from the group,“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight,” You eyed his loose button up and black jeans, he wasn’t wearing costume and if he was you had no clue what it was but you didn’t mind. He’d do.

“I wasn’t planning to at first,” You lied, turning to fully face the tall brunette, feeling Theo’s burning gaze on you both now, “But since it’s all you guy’s last year I figured I should come to as many parties as possible this year, don’t you agree?”

You maintained eye contact with Enzo as you lightly bit your lip, watching his eyes fall to watch it bounce back in place before meeting yours again. His eyes lingered in yours for a second as a smile slowly grew on his face. “I’m gonna be honest here, I thought you and Theo might’ve had something going on.” Enzo’s voice was low and intoxicating as he inched closer to you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Theo zoning in on the words spoken between you and his friend with a clenched jaw, no longer trying to hide his annoyance.

You laughed sweetly at up at Enzo as he eyed you with his bloodshot gaze, “Theo? He’s just my brother’s best friend Lorenzo, why would there be anything going on between us?” You had to make an effort to keep your eyes on the lean boy in front of you as his hand found it’s way to your waist, he tugged you closer to him slightly just as the shadow of Theodore Nott engulfed you.

“Walk away Enzo.” The boy in front of you retreated with raised hands and a mocking smile, sending you a wink that made you giggle as he slipped into the crowd, much to Theo’s dismay. Theo’s large hand took in your wrist as he tugged you toward the boys’s dorms. “Aren’t you afraid Draco will see you leave with me Teddy?”

You forced the most sincere voice you could muster, poking out your lip in a dratamatic pout as he turned to you with daring eyes, “I don’t fucking care.” He spat, tugging you into his dorm room before slamming the door shut behind you both.

“What the fuck are you wearing first of all?” Theo snapped, turning to meet your eyes as he loosened the tie around his neck with a huff. You looked down at your dress then back to him with your eyebrows furrowed before simply saying, “A costume.”

“A costume?” He chuckled, poking his tongue into his cheek as he eyed your body again, “That’s barely clothes.” Theo sighed, eyes dead and set into yours before eyeing your outfit again, though this time he didn’t seem to have a problem with it at all.

“It’s the same thing I would have been wearing if you came with me,” You huffed, crossing your arms with a roll of your eyes before meeting his gaze again with a challenging stare.

“That’s different, I’d have been with you.” You narrowed your eyes at him as he spoke, taking in his sentence with a laugh and shake of your head. “So maybe you should have come with me?”

“I would have if it weren’t for your annoying ass brother,” He snapped, stepping closer as you stood your ground in front of his bed. “Speaking of which, I’m just Draco’s best friend now? Last time I fucking checked not all of Draco’s best friends get to fuck you almost every weekend,” He shouted, his eyes bore directly into yours but you didn’t waver. He didn’t scare you and he knew that, but you both knew you probably should have feared him a little.

“Well I guess I could change that couldn’t I, Enzo seemed rather eager, maybe I’ll start with him.” You laughed, biting at your lip and going to turn around before feeling Theo’s large hands dig into your arms, turning you to face him as he shoved you into the end post of his bed.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” His voice was strained, clearly hurt by your jab but you didn’t care, though you probably should have. “Or what?” Your voice dripped with desire as his face edged closer to yours, your thighs clenching together subconsciously and before your knew it his lips were on yours in a hungry kiss. His hands fell to your waist as yours wrapped around to meet in his hair, tugging at it to egg him on as he lifted you just to toss you on his bed.

“You’re a fucking brat.” He growled, crawling up your body as his eyes dug into you before smashing his lips back against yours. Face paint and lipstick smeared together, ending up in each other’s mouths as your teeth clattered together. “Now I’m gonna have to teach Enzo a lesson on who he can and cannot touch because of you.” He whispered into your mouth making you shiver and sending a rush of warmth directly to your core.

Theo’s lips and teeth worked down your neck, nipping at it and leaving a trail of bruises in their wake as his hands worked to push up your dress. You fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking together loudly as you tugged it off of him and tossed it aside before eagerly unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. Theo quickly moved your panties to the side, lining himself up and meeting your gaze for consent with hooded eyes before filling you up entirely.

He immediately set a ruthless pace, staring into your eyes as he groaned and grabbed at your neck, “If your eyes leave mine you don’t get to come until I say so, understand?”

Your thoughts jumbled together as Theo hit your g-spot over and over, working overtime just to form the word “yes” while Theo picked up his pace. He kept one hand gripping your neck tightly as the other held onto your hip with a brutal grip. “You’re mine Baby, I don’t fucking care who knows anymore. You are mine.” He growled, mostly speaking to himself as he lost himself in your soft walls.

You moaned up at him as you dragged your nails down his toned back pulling a groan from him before wrapping your legs entirely around him and trapping him between them. Theo began speaking Italian down to you, still fucking into you while watching your face intently, you couldn’t understand a single thing he was saying making you glow bright red as he chuckled down to you.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He muttered as his hips smacked against yours repeatedly, filling the room with the obscene combination of the smack of skin mixing with your moans and the creak of the bed drowning out his whispers of praise. “You feel so fucking good baby, I’m gonna fucking cum. Can I fill you up Baby?”

You moaned his named loudly as he tugged you closer to him by your neck, stealing your breath as you desperately mumbled a yes into his mouth. His hips snapped into yours faster as his hand fell between your legs, fingers finding your clit immediately to pull out your orgasm. You clenched around Theo as he hissed and sped of his thrusts, driving into you harder as he stuttered and moaned loudly. Your name repeatedly falling from his lips as he came deep inside of you pushing you over the edge, you clamped around him while your legs shook and your head became cloudy only being able to think of Theo as he fell on top of you completely.

Theo slowly pushed himself up further to look down at you, your face, neck, and shoulders smeared with his face paint and red lipstick just as his was, your hair a mess on his pillows, your eyes teary and staring up at him. He swore he’d never seen anything so perfectly ruined in his life.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Draco stood in the doorway, sighing into his hand after taking in the scene in front of him. His best friend had his sister in their dorm, that they shared. “Eh put a fucking sock on the door next time or something.”

Theo turned quickly as the door slammed shut before he could glimpse his friend, “Does that mean he’s not gonna hex me?” Theo asked, eyes fixed on the cloak swinging back and forth on it’s hook on the door.

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[irisintheafterglow]

Never Grow Up (gojo x you)

summary: on the first night megumi is in gojo's care, you give the kid some things to help him sleep.

word count: 2k

cw/tags: friends to lovers, mild language, mentions of toji and satoru's fight with toji, mentions of food, fluffy fluffy fluff

note: i'm such a sucker for co-parenting megumi with satoru, that's it. hope you enjoy!

likes/reblogs/feedback is appreciated <3

“Surprise! Your favorite is here now!” A melodic voice rings out behind you in the courtyard, and you skeptically cross your arms in front of your chest as you turn to face him. He pouts at your serious expression, frowning down at you over the rim of his sunglasses. “Why the face?”

“Where’s the kid?” 

“I asked first, but he’s fine.” He draws out the last vowel, throwing his head to the side casually. You track his lanky, carefree movements with a narrow stare that Suguru would be proud of. “I put him in one of the spare rooms for the night.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “And then you just left him?” 

“Like I said, he’ll be fine. He’s a tough kid.” He gives you one of those heart-stuttering sly grins, but you’re too exasperated to dwell on how handsome he looked. 

“He’s four, Satoru, and fatherless. You’re not doing very well with this whole ‘mentor’ thing so far.” You shake your head, turning on your heel and heading for the dorms. Satoru falls into step next to you, still attempting to flirt some affection out of you, but you’re unbreakable. “Remind me his name again?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.” 

“And his dad–”

“Tried to kill me.”

“But you–”

“Killed his dad, and bought him from the Zenin clan to train here.” He finishes your sentences naturally and patiently, opening the door for you as you approach the boys’ dorms. “I put him in here,” Satoru says, guiding you through the halls to a room in the back corner of the building. 

“You really put him all by himself in the back?” Your chest hurt at the idea of a little elementary school boy alone in the dank halls of the building. 

“Nanami said he didn’t want to be bothered by a child all night.” Of course he did, and of course, Satoru listened. 

“Neither of you know how to handle children. Where’s his sister?”

“With relatives on his mom’s side. I’ll be in contact with them at some point.” You nod, reaching for the door handle when he stops you, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist. “Whatcha doing?” 

“I’m gonna talk to him, Satoru. Sorcerer or not, he’s probably terrified of being in a new place with people he doesn’t know.” A thoughtful look crosses Satoru’s face, and he reluctantly releases you. 

“Fine. But be warned; he’s not the most talkative kid.” He shrugs, leaning against the dead end of the hallway to wait.  

You find Megumi lying awake on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Spiky black hair falls around his face, and the blanket looks oversized for his small body. He sits up carefully when you open the door, pulling back the covers and sitting cross legged as you kneel in front of him.

“Hi, Megumi.” He’s silent, eyeing you warily with a guarded expression. You smile warmly and look at him as softly as possible. God knows how Satoru was acting with him before he came to you. You introduce yourself and watch his eyes twinkle when you mention that you’re a student at Jujutsu Tech. “I’m the same age as Satoru, that guy who brought you here.” 

“He’s weird.” 

You can’t help snickering, especially when you know that Satoru was probably eavesdropping from the other side of the wall. The scowl plastered across his face is probably very entertaining. “I know; he is pretty weird. But you’ll grow to like him, I promise. Are you hungry?” 

“No. He bought me McDonalds.” 

“I see. What’s your favorite thing at McDonalds?”

“I like chicken. He ate four burgers.” His voice stays relatively even, but the corner of his mouth quirks up when he describes the ungodly amount of Big Macs Satoru consumed.

“Yeah, he’s…like that. Well, I just wanted to check on you before you fell asleep, if you needed anything? A glass of water or something?” Megumi falls silent, eyes flicking around the room anxiously. He wrings his fingers, adjusting his seat on the bed and avoiding your gaze. He must have been nervous to be sleeping in a new place, in a bed he didn’t know and surrounded by strangers. 

You redirect your attention to the open air beside you, spreading your fingers and summoning a small black portal on the floor. “I have a few things for you, if you’d like them.” Despite his hesitancy, innocent eyes peek over the edge of the bed to the void on the floor, fascinated. You reach your hand into the portal, feeling the cold air on your forearm while you rummage around for Megumi’s gifts. Your fingers find faux-fur and you pull out a stuffed gray wolf with pointy ears in a sitting position. His mouth falls open in surprise, boyish and sweet. You reach back in again a few more times, retrieving a blanket, a toothbrush, and a nightlight that cast constellations on the ceiling. 

Megumi’s eyes zero in on the wolf, and you hold it out for him to take. His fingers delicately sink into the plush fur, and your heart feels a little lighter as he places it on his lap, leaning over the edge at the other goodies you’d pulled from your domain. Even if he was technically a Zenin child, to you, he was just a little boy whose curiosity got the better of him. As you continue to wordlessly hand him items, you see him visibly relax, examining the nightlight and fiddling with the corner of his blanket. 

You clear your throat, keeping your voice as gentle as possible. “I know you don’t know anything about techniques yet, but if my research is semi-correct, the first shikigami you’ll be able to summon are dogs. I picked this little guy up for you to have. If you don’t like it or don’t want it, I can get you something different–”

“I like it.” His soft voice quickly cuts you off, and he hugs the toy closer to his chest as if you were going to take it from him. “I want to keep it.”  

You smile at him, and he finally meets your gaze with less fear than minutes earlier. “Okay,” you nod. “I’m happy you like it.” 

He’s barely able to murmur a “thank you” before the door aggressively slides open and Satoru dramatically drapes himself in the doorway. You and Megumi stare at him, unentertained by his theatrics. “Alright, kid, that’s enough chit-chat. Time for bed.”

“I am in bed.” As Megumi fires off replies, you reach over and plug in his nightlight. Little stars scatter across the ceiling in different shades of yellow and blue. 

“You know what I mean. Time for you to go to sleep.” 

“You just want your friend back,” Megumi states boredly and you bite back a smirk at Satoru’s reddening face. The boy looks at you, down at his wolf, and back at Satoru. “I like them better than you.” 

You snort, and Satoru looks like he’s been shot, throwing a hand over his heart in agony. “Cast out by my own kin. How cruel fate is!” 

“I’m not related to you.” 

“That’s not the point, Megumi.”

“You said during dinner that was the whole point.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth.” Children, you think. A child arguing with a taller child. 

Your hand reaches out to lightly ruffle Megumi’s hair and you rise from the floor. “Sorry, Satoru. You heard the kid– I’m his favorite.” You wink at Megumi, laying out the blanket and patting the pillow to encourage him to lie down. “Unfortunately, he’s right. It’s time for sleep. We’ll be around in the morning to get you, okay? And then maybe we can get some breakfast. How’s that sound?”

Megumi nods, curling his body around the stuffed wolf and letting you pull the covers over him. His eyes find the star-shaped projections on the ceiling and trace invisible shapes on them. Satoru’s arm naturally wraps around your shoulders as you make to exit the dorm, but before you step out, you hear Megumi’s tiny voice in the darkness. 

“Goodnight.” 

You can still slightly see him from the glow of the rising moon, and you smile over your shoulder. “Goodnight, Megumi.” 

As Satoru walks you back to your dorm, his arm doesn’t leave its place around your body. If anything, he pulls you closer, and you let him. He’s taken his sunglasses off, allowing the light of the stars to reflect off of his hair and his vibrantly blue eyes. You always thought Satoru looked most handsome at night, and tonight was no different. Allowing yourself to consider him like you were was walking a fine line between friends and more than friends, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to cross it. 

“I’m just irresistible tonight, aren’t I?” His teasing snaps you out of your love-struck daydream, grounding you back to the present. He must have caught you staring. 

“You’re definitely something, Satoru.” He hums smugly, and you look at him out of the corner of your eye. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Just find it cute that I rendered you without a spunky remark for the first time.” 

“You’re gonna get a lot more than a spunky remark if you keep looking like that, asshole.” You poke his side and he yelps, contorting away from you like one of those car dealership inflatables. You can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips and Satoru can definitely see the heart-eyes you were giving him. For once, the mutual flirting seemed that it might actually mean something tonight. You reach your dorm, and Satoru follows you in without invitation like he’d done hundreds of times before.  

“You’re really good with the kid.” His limbs stretch out as he flops onto the covers while you slip off your shoes. “How do you do it?”

You toss sleeping clothes on the bed, debating on aiming for the white-haired idiot on it. “I just pretend he’s you.” 

“That’s rude. Are you calling me a toddler?” 

“That’s exactly what I’m calling you, Satoru. This whole thing is a little kid taking care of a slightly smaller kid.” You stand between his legs with your hands on your hips, and he sits up to look at you. For once, he needed to look up at you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. 

“I’m not nervous, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Gojo Satoru doesn’t get nervous about anything, you know, but it was still a bold move to basically adopt a child right out of high school. Even for him. 

“You’re not?” He shakes his head confidently, peering up at you with those stupidly bright blue eyes. “How?”

“Because I have you.” Your stomach does a backflip. “I never get nervous because I have you.” His hand finds its way into yours, and you bring up your free hand to caress his cheek with your thumb. You guess tonight was the night to cross the line. 

“Did you just baby-trap me with a child that is neither of ours, Satoru?” Your hand cups his face, and he leans into your touch. 

“Oops.” You chuckle, letting him pull you closer until he’s able to press his lips up to yours. As he stands at his full height, his hand comes to tilt your chin upward while your arms slide around his neck. You stay there for a few moments, drowning in the overwhelming presence of his body. “I think we’re gonna be great at this whole parenting thing,” he murmurs against your lips when you pull back to breathe. 

“I can’t believe the way you ask to date me is with an orphan. That’s emotional manipulation.”

“I call it effective persuasion.” You shake your head at his antics, and he presses a feather-light kiss to your temple. You sigh, face falling in disappointment as you check the time. 

“Alright, get out.” Your hands reluctantly press against his chest to no avail. He never turned on Infinity around you, but he was immovable on his own. 

“Ouch, tired of me already?”

“That, and we’re taking Megumi to breakfast tomorrow. For all three of our sakes, you need to try to rest.” 

“Scared that I’m gonna die and adopt my murderer’s kid again?”

“Don’t even joke about that. You can’t just kiss me and then die. It’s not fair,” your mumbles trail off when Satoru kisses you tenderly one last time, nudging your nose with his. 

“You’re a menace.” 

“I know you love it.” 

“I guess I do.”   

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[soulc-hilde]

Two Halves of a Whole

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Ben x Black! Supe! OFC

Warnings: It's Soldier Boy/The Boys Universe, so there's a list of bullshit like... swearing, slurs, depictions and mentions of sexual acts, depictions and mentions of drug abuse/addiction, negligence to mental trauma/illnesses, mentions of non-consensual acts, depictions and mentions of unethical medical practices, depictions and mentions of government manipulation, etc.

Synopsis: Benjamin. A boy forced into a man by society. A boy in search for praise and acceptance turned into a weapon. Despite the fame and women, hell, drugs, he's believed himself to be alone with no one to vent to -- not like they'd actually listen. Serene was a young girl, a victim, forced to undergo unethical medicinal practices in order to "better" the American people. The same people who lived to see folks like her dead and groveling. The first ever Supes.

prologue | chapter 1 |

"Subject A, dash, 00A1, please state your name and the reason for your donation to science," a monotone voice orders from behind the old camera, his voice echoing off the metal walls.

"My name is Serene Clendon," the young woman introduces herself. "I believe that science can lead a better understanding of the human body and how culture and society affects us. I even believe that this can create an environment that even my future children could thrive in."

The man scoffs, "yeah. Sure. Subject 00A1, stand to your feet." She does, a look of uncertainty drawing across her round features. He continues, "now commence prologue sequence."

Her almond shaped eyes take on a golden hue, illuminating her face hauntingly. Her small, curved figure becomes weightless as she slowly begins to levitate. Arms raising from her sides, golden orbs of energy form within each palm. Underneath her dark skin, a glow of heat begins to pulse as golden veins of power draw across the surface of her skin.

"Beautiful," the man smirks, cutting off the camera. Turning to look over his shoulder, he barks a short order. "Snuff her out and take her to surgery," he steps out of the glowing room.

In pearly white, near heaven resembling, lab laid a young blond -- nearly brunet -- man. His strong, charming features steeled in hopes of preventing his thoughts from being readable. He may have wanted his father's praise, even going as far as joining the war and volunteering for this brand new company.

As they advertised, they were willing to take soldiers who wished to excel the abilities of the average God abiding man and turn him into the God. Of course, such things were nothing more than sweet words in hopes of receiving great cash in exchange for their work. Which makes it smart to offer their services to the military, of all corporations, first.

With hesitance, generals studied and tested their soldiers in search of who could be stupid enough, desperate to put their body through hell and become a scientific toy. Benjamin was one of the nominees and came out the winner. Not like he'd really call himself such.

Especially now as a young woman was wheeled into the same, her body lays limp on the gurney. He watches as the doctors lay her onto the metal table beside him, tediously strapping every limb they could find. He raises an eyebrow at the strange woman.

"What's she doing here?" He asks, turning his gaze to the doctors who avoid meeting his eyes.

Much like they have since he's arrived to the laboratory, they ignore his questions and continue about their tasks. He continues one question after another, "did she also volunteer? I thought this was a program for soldiers only? Did I miss something?"

Dr. Frederick Vought steps into the room, equipped with protective gear. "Don't be outrageous, Benjamin," he softly snorts, "Serene is a volunteer to science. Your success in leading our country to victory lies within her blood."

"I have searched years to find her since her descent to our great world," Frederick rambles on, shuffling through his tools with the purpose to organize them properly for the surgery. "Such a mysterious person. No fool-proof background checks, no social security. Not even a birth certificate. It's as if she never existed."

"Do you know what a mutant is, Benjamin?" He asks. The boy's mouth opens and closes, searching for an answer. The doctor chuckles, "of course not. I forgot, for a moment, just who exactly I was speaking to."

He sighs, "anyways. The race of Negroes have shown great potential as test rats, their resilient bodies and genetics so unlike their European counterparts. If it wasn't for the average negro, we wouldn't have discovered ways to prevent skin cancer or what chemicals in makeup can be harmful and what cannot."

"As much as I'd hate to say it," he shrugs, "they are America's finest, working mule. Be a shame if we were to just kill them all." Benjamin simply shakes his head in response. "Enough with your monologue, doctor, I'd like to get this process done while I'm still young."

Frederick nods, turning away from the two bodies. "Subjects A-00A1 and A-00A2 are ready. Release the hinderance and begin the process." He steps out of the room, muttering, "by tonight, we will make history."

[anamelessfool]

A Naming (part 3 of 5)

Rated Teen, Papa Emeritus II’s Son and Family

Tags: Halloween Hijinks, Eldest Kid Anxiety, Suburban Dad Secondo, Disabled Secondo, Post-Retirement Life, Magic Rituals, My AU with Seocondo being Papa from 2001-2008

CW: Underage Drinking, Strong Language

Paul does the ritual. It goes exactly as expected.

Dedicated to @kissingghouls thanks for cheering me on you’re my little Hell Pumpkin🎃 I’m on AO3 with all my other fics but Tumblr gets mad at me when I post links check out #anamelessfool halloween tag for the prev chapter, #anamelessfool halloween start to start the fic.

The car full of teens crunched along the gravel path behind the old church. Headlights illuminated the rickety silhouette of a swingset, beyond which the old churchyard loomed. The kids unfolded themselves from the car and mingled in the grass.

For most of the short ride here it was a joke. Get the weird gravedigger kid to do some magic or something, see some ghosts. But as they surveyed the headstones cast about like old crooked teeth juxtaposed beside the children’s covered picnic area they fell into a reverent silence. The big junior boy attempted to lighten the mood by dragging his body down the metal slide meant for preschoolers and he wasn’t even rewarded with the dumb grins he craved. Brian was still taking furtive nips from the flask in his jacket but Paul hadn’t been interested for two hours now. This didn’t seem like the place for it.

He wondered how he’d do it, whatever he’d decide to do. He knew he needed to create a circle and surround it with the right symbols. Something would need to be inside, maybe the candle; and he’d utter the syllables while tracing the circle once more with his tibia wand. He knew enough about magic to know that most of it was about just thinking about what you wanted and letting whatever happened after that run its course, but a good show was in order. He didn’t want to look stupid on top of failing to procure a decent paranormal event.

Dana smiled again at him, but she still held her friend Tiff’s hand. “What are you going to do for us?” she asked. In the low light emitted from the nearby streetlamp her eyes were wide, glittering. She was living her favorite quote, and all Paul needed to do was to let her soul take her where she wanted to be. Some sort of dark, mysterious place where demons and magic are fun. Paul left all that when he was too young to remember, but knew enough that gothic drama had a price.

“Maybe…” Paul analyzed the scene beyond the fence, where the ancient headstones were planted. “Spirit communication?”

“Ghosts? We’re going to talk to ghosts?” Tiff could barely contain her excitement.

“Yeah,” Paul replied quickly. “Let’s use the picnic area to set up.”

Under the awning studded with dead wasp nests was a smooth platform of sidewalk concrete. The kids gathered around and Paul felt the fear settle in. He was a natural performer as long as he was lodged in some hole with only his music to be perceived by. Now five older kids stared into him, getting more restless as he scrambled through his father's journal to find an enticingly arcane image to entertain them with.

He finally discovered a page drawn with a ring of syllables that he could reasonably pronounce. He got to work, drawing on the white concrete with the dark sidewalk chalk. He placed the candle in the center of the small circle along with the obsidian chunk and a sprinkling of the dried rose petals. The two girls were captivated while the boys half watched and half play wrestled with each other. Brian swayed a little and handed him a lighter for the candle, chuckling.

“Now I uh…call in the energies,” said Paul. He was supposed to start facing east and go clockwise, but in the dark there was no indication of true direction. He remembered observing a few of these gestures and repeated them here. Just recently at the equinox he had helped Secondo circumnabulate the property line of his home, restoring the energy buried along with all the nail-filled mason jars holding up the wards. He replicated the careful gesture of drawing a pentagram in the air with the wand, but refused to include the deep sonorous chant that went with it. He knew they would laugh.

At last he returned to the circle. “I…cast my will as a net,” he mumbled. “The Void will provide. Nevertheless I will endure.“

“Now what?” Muttered Brian.

“I circumambulate the circle.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Grunted the boy from the backseat that Paul thought was named Tyler.

“Walk around,” said Paul. “Say the words.” He held out the tibia, pointing at the syllables as he stepped toe to toe past them. The other hand held the book as he read out each symbol slowly, his voice cracking. “Ab-Che-halva-ach-aleph-namu…eke…ab-Che-halva…” In his circumambulation he kept passing Dana and Tiff, trying not to meet their eyes. He wasn’t certain whether they were fascinated or bored and he didn’t want to find out. The sounds were guttural, cruel, and unknown. He was not sure of when to stop.

And then the candle went out.

The boys stopped mugging. Paul cautiously brought the tibia back into his hoodie pocket, blinking. “Should we…go out and check?”

“Check for what?” Whispered Dana. He hadn’t realized how close she came to him, her eyes wide with excitement. The boys were already out on the grass, still pretending to be half-interested but silent and watchful all the same.

“I dunno…” Paul held out his hand and Dana took it, Tiff linking arms with her. The three of them stepped cautiously back onto the grass to scan the treeline.

There was the chainlink fence, the gravestones beyond it, solid as always. The candle went out, but nothing happened. Paul felt stupid, wondering with a growing sickness in his gut that all he did tonight was look like the weirdo gravedigger kid they thought he was.

“So does your dad talks like that to all the dead grandmas he works on or…” Tyler was already done with all this, and Dave laughed in response.

“I told you there’s no spirits there,” muttered Paul. “And he’s not the one that works on them ,okay?”

“Yeah. This is all a fucking joke. Honestly.”

Paul heard Dana’s voice and it warmed him, just for a small moment. “Listen, come on, it’s just all in good fun, ok?”

Paul felt something small bounce off his shoulder and fall into the grass. “Ouch, fuck!” snapped a kid nearby, clapping a hand over his own head. “What the hell is that?”

Paul ducked down to retrieve the items that fell by his feet. It was an ordinary quarter and two pennies. He heard someone else stir, disturbed by more items falling on their head. “Coins.”

“Coins? Oh! Yeah!” said Dana, holding one up. “Where are they coming from?”

Something fell behind Paul, bouncing off his back. A cigarette lighter phone charger. Nearby, a few crumpled receipts and empty paper soft drink cup dropped onto the grass, followed by more coins. “It's…stuff from the car…”

“Car’s fucking locked,” hissed Dave. He swore again and Paul heard another coin bounce off his head. He felt old crumbs collect in his hair, sprinkled by something inexplicable above them all.

Paul glanced over to the car.

Then something happened. It felt like his brain was broken; his eyes lied. He saw the air above the car, the negative space empty there for a moment, and then watched an object pop into existence. Something big, dark and heavy that then was dropped down on top of the car so forcefully the hood crumpled into a crush of metal.

It was a small headstone from the churchyard.

“Everybody under the awning,” Paul commanded hoarsely, running backwards while still staring fixedly at the car in front of them. Coins continued to drop seemingly from nowhere, the soft sound of them hitting the grass all around them.

Paul couldn't process what he just saw. The rock was not there, and then yet it was there. And absolutely totaled the car right before their eyes.

The night taunted them with its normalcy. There was nothing out of place. No stirring leaf, no swing disturbed. The single streetlight buzzed and threw stark highlights across the asphalt by the ruined car.

A small stone fell from the awning, skidding to Paul’s feet. But there was nothing there except those empty husks of paper wasps and cobwebs.

“The car, man!” Dave whined. He bit his lip and wrung his hands. “My fucking car…”

“Would you shut up about the car?!” the junior boy rasped. His hands were over his head. “How did that stone—”

Gravel dumped across his head and skittered to the floor. The boy yelled, hopping backwards into Dave, who nearly punched him in terror. The sliding hiss of gravel falling behind them made their heads whip around to see when more would drop.

“Just like that,” said Paul, pointing. He stared fixedly at a spot where another stone had dropped. He squinted, trying to steel his nerves. Name it, his father’s voice uttered. Name what?

Just as before, a new stream of gravel was there in the air as matter-of-factly as how they were not there moments before. The space became filled without even a blink of an eye. And more stones fell.

“I’m getting out of here,” shouted Tyler. He made a few steps towards the edge of the awning and another heavy grave marker dropped, barely missing his head and cracking the concrete. He scrambled back to the group just in time for Paul to read the date 1812 carved upon it.

“It doesn’t want us to leave!” shrieked Tiff. “What did you even do?!”

Another fall of small stones from the parking lot; this time a steady, almost luxurious stream of tiny pebbles appearing, falling, and pooling into an aggressive pile right before their eyes. The sliding, angry hiss rustled terror up Paul's spine as he bit the inside of his cheek and drew blood. Satisfied, the gravel stream ceased as if someone turned off an arcane spigot. Another rock dropped onto the Junior boy's head, and he screamed, prompting yet another small rock to be pelted at Tiff and Dana.

In the silence between the bursts of stones across their heads, one of the girls started sobbing. Paul stared down at the circle in front of him, tears blurring his own eyes. “Oh, fuck! Fuuuck!” shouted Dave and Paul whipped his head up to the sound of tires on the gravel. Another spurt of rocks fell to the ground, these much larger and thrown fast enough to bounce off the concrete.

Beside the wrecked car loomed a black hearse. The headlights dimmed as the door opened, a form gingerly rising to its feet and affixing a crutch. Tall, wide shoulders slung back. The face was obscured, but the Eye shone. The eye, a brilliant beam in the dark.

“Fuck, run!” Brian yelled, but his drinking got the best of him and he stumbled across a picnic table. The other kids were frozen on the spot, the spurts of rocks scattering around them forgotten as a storybook nightmare materialized in front of their eyes.

“No,” Paul said softly. “Don’t run.”

The hearse, the Eye, the shambling gait on the large proud form was an image out any slasher movie. But Paul knew this visage more than anyone. And more than anyone, he felt an intensity of fear only experienced by a son who had completely, utterly, and wholly fucked up.

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, part 25

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

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Part 25: newcomers

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"How do you want to do this?" Husker asked quietly.

"I'm thinking. This is different than before," I answered. Myself, Husker, Vaggie, Charlie, and Alastor were hidden in the shadows on the outskirts of an old city.

The cops here had busted a ring yesterday and were holding the fighters in the jail. We had heard over the radio that they intend to 'put down the delusional and sick fighters'. It was merely a cover to ensure a possible Demon child didn't live, even if they didn't know which one was it.

"I need those cops out the building," I finally said, "Something big and dangerous would draw most of them out." I glanced up at Alastor.

"What a thrilling night," he said as he disappeared into the shadows.

"I need someone here for the children to run to and protect them." I barely had to turn my head before Charlie offered herself. "And the rest of us will go in to get them out."

Alarms and screams went off on the other side of the city. I was grateful I couldn't see whatever Alastor was doing. The cops poured out of the old building and towards the commotion. Vaggie, Husker, and myself ran into the station.

Vaggie was the first to get through and spear one of the remaining officers. Husker attacked the other one as I ran into the back. The few cells were holding countless sleeping fighters.

"Husker!" I yelled, "How do you wake them up?"

He wiped his bloody claw on the man's shirt and ran over. "Imagine pulling their mind up from their heart." We melted the metal doors and started waking up each of the fighters. Most were children under seven but there were a few teenagers. They understood exactly what was happening and helped herd the children after Vaggie.

Husker and I pushed the last few kids to the door when a gunshot went off. A kid fell face first into the ground. I casted wind to throw off the next shot as we pulled him out of view.

I wrapped an arm around the screaming child and looked for the wound. I cut off my senses as I found their leg dripping with blood. I ripped a sleeve off the dead officer and wrapped it tightly around the wound. Husker dulled the pain for them so they were crying, not screaming.

The gunshots kept going off. Husker threw a card out the window and cleanly cut off the pistol end. I hoisted the child up and casted fire around the man. He screamed and writhed as we all sprinted down our escape route.

Vaggie was stabbing someone down one of the streets as we slipped into the cover of nature. I casted a dim light source to help us see where we were going. The child in my arms clung to my shoulder as they cried. I really hoped the bullet had gone clean through their leg.

"That felt too easy," Husker said.

"Yeah. It's making me worried," I agreed. I had to dull my hearing as the wails started to pierce my eardrums.

Eventually Alastor returned. The teenagers immediately stood behind someone, knowing exactly who had just arrived. The younger ones were not yet old enough to hear of his frightening reputation, but they sensed how the older kids were reacting. His eyes narrowed as they landed on me and the crying child, seemingly bothered by the sound.

He said nothing and walked to the center of the group. He put his cane down and lifted a claw into the air. The ground beneath us began to grow a bright green. I urged the child to look down at it to get their mind off the pain.

The ground gave way for a moment. Everyone let out a surprise yell and lost their balance when solid ground came back. We were back at the cliff side with a new, huge scorch mark in the ground. The house stood way up on the hill and the huts sat just to the side.

Charlie began to explain everything to them. The teenagers had the option to leave if they wanted but the youngest were just happy to be out of there. I didn't know how many of the teenagers had stayed as I was tending to the crying child.

I brought him into one of the huts and laid him on the ground. I undid the wrap and examined their leg. The bullet had gone through their leg entirely, meaning there was no bullet for me to dig for. I could remember my own painful experience of having a bullet removed from my body.

Their crying worsened as the pain started to come back. I made calming noises and put my Human hand on his forehead. I put my hand over the wound and imagined the skin pulling back together. He started to writhe and I immediately stopped. I tried to reason with him but he was in so much pain.

I touched his forehead and pictured the pain hitting a wall around his head. He physically relaxed and the crying slowed. I kept one hand there and the other back on the wound. I tried healing it much slower this time.

I was almost done when my senses suddenly came back. I could smell his blood and it made my skin itch all over. I cut off the sense but it had already done it's damage. The wound was healed enough already and no longer bleeding. Good enough.

Gritting my teeth, I picked the boy up again and brought him to one of the beds. I carefully laid him down and ran a hand through his hair, telling him he was going to be alright. I was taken aback by the look he gave me, by the genuine belief. He fell asleep almost instantly.

My veins started to hurt. I turned around to find Alastor behind me. He didn't seem like himself a second before he put his annoying, egotistical smile back on. He had been watching me.

I whisked out of the hut and took a deep breath of fresh air. It had only been two days since I last had Human blood.

The group was still crowded around Charlie, the teenagers asking most of the questions. Eventually they dispersed into the various huts, each and every one of them shocked but excited over having an actual bed. I suspected the teenagers would sleep on the floor for the first few nights like I had done. It was a hard transition.

"Something the matter, darling?" Alastor came up behind me.

I grimaced. "No." I started up to the house in the dark, Alastor close behind.

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The rings we attacked next consisted mostly of young adults. Not to our surprise, most of them didn't care about the political or power issues between Humans and Demons. They were just grateful to have somewhere safe to stay.

We broke them up into groups to help build more huts and start the actual building of the city. Stones needed to be moved in place and the buildings were going to be made out of brick or stone.

However, not everything was perfect just yet. The children had nothing to do and the adults had resentment towards some of the other ex-fighters. It meant there were fights at least once a day from both the adults and children. Charlie tried her best to prevent the fighting while Vaggie and I were the ones who actually had to stop them.

The children were becoming a nuisance to the working adults that just edged on the fighting. So I took the group of children to the shoreline where the beach connected with the cliff.

Down here was rocky and had plenty for them to do. They were in awe at the new surroundings and occupied themselves for hours. As much as I wanted to help build the Safe Haven, which was as much my idea as Charlie's, but the children were preventing that and no one seemed interested in dealing with aggressive little fighters.

I brought a book down with me and sat on one of the flat boulders. Every now and then I would look up to count the heads to ensure I didn't lose a child or to break up a petty argument.

Two boys started arguing over throwing a large rock into the ocean. I could see them dropping the rock on their feet and having to deal with broken bones. So I swiftly took the rock from their hands and dropped it behind the rock I was sitting on, telling them to argue over a different rock. The others thought it was funny.

One of the teenagers came down one afternoon to sit with me. We were silent for awhile until she finally decided to talk. She asked me about my fights and we got into a really deep, serious conversation. The following afternoon another teenager came down. I was starting to remember everyone's name.

One of the girl's name was Reagan. Unlike most children who are taken from an orphanage or off the streets, she was born in the rings much like myself. Children born in the rings wasn't a very common thing since it put the mother at a disadvantage in the rings and took her from the books for months until the baby was born. It also meant someone had to take care of or get rid of the newborn if the mother died. No one wanted to get their hands messy.

We broke the ice through talking about various fighting techniques and maneuvers. She revealed that she had no magic. It was extremely rare to find anyone without magic at all. She couldn't move any element, even in the slightest. It left her at a slight disadvantage to her opponents who had some control over the basic elements. I was shocked that she survived fourteen years in the rings without any magic.

We were deep in conversation when I felt someone watching me. I scanned and counted the children in front of me but none of them were paying us any attention. There was no one further down the beach, either. I tilted my head back and caught Alastor watching from the cliff top. He phased into his shadow and crept down to the beach. Reagan left our rock as soon as he manifested a few paces away. The younger children stopped what they were doing to just kinda watch, eyes jumping between me and Alastor.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Now is that any way to greet me?" He walked over to stand beside the rock I sat on. It put us at the same eye level.

"You stare at me all the time and interrupt my conversations," I gestured to Reagan with my head. "So yes. What do you want?"

"I merely came to see what you were doing. I rarely see you since you've been bringing them all down here." He leaned his arm on the rock so our shoulders touched. My hair stood up from the energy rush and I leaned away.

I lowered my voice, "You just want the high from our combined magic. I'm not stupid."

"I've never claimed such a thing," his voice was chipper as he straightened up. He turned to look at the children who had gone back to playing with the rocks or in the cold ocean. "You're certainly not stupid when it comes to dealing with these unruly beasts."

"Children are only a handful when they have nothing to do," I said, "They're just curious." I noticed a group of them had formed to look at something one of them was holding. There were plenty of shells, rocks, and sea glass for them to find. A small smile pulled at my lips.

"You handle them quite well." I hadn't heard him sit behind me. His legs were crossed over the edge of the rock and he leaned over my shoulder so there was some kind of contact.

The compliment caught me off guard. I had never heard him actually say something nice. What did he want? What was he trying to get at? Was there something about the children he wasn't telling me? What did he want from me?

I was about to say something when a cry caught my ears. I wasn't in my Demon form but I didn't need to be to know where exactly the child was crying. I jumped off the rock and found him walking around one of the boulders holding his arm. It looked like he had scrapped it and blood dripped down his forearm.

I stopped in my tracks. My throat tightened with my veins and I had to force myself to breathe. His cry cut through my ears again and I leaned down to put a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go find Charlie," I said, clenching my teeth and pushing him down the beach. I locked eyes with Reagan and told her I would send Vaggie down to help her watch the rest of them.

The walk up the beach was torturous. My steps were purposeful and tense, each one like stepping in quicksand. My hands and arms had practically locked and all my senses were cut off in an effort to control myself. Fortunately, Charlie was nearby and had run over when she saw the crying child. She seemed to handle crying kids better than fighting ones. So I left her to it, asked Vaggie to watch the rest of the children for a few minutes, and disappeared into the house.

I went to the freezer for the small bits of animal meat I had wrapped and stored away. I found small portions more helpful in keeping the pains away for longer, until they stopped working. It seemed my tolerance for the thin blood was dwindling.

When I opened the freezer I found my brown packages gone. I let my Demon form show and spun around when Alastor manifested. "What is your problem?" I demanded.

"What ever could you be talking about, dear?" He leaned against the wall with his cane resting in the bend of his arm.

"What did you do with the packages?"

"I'm afraid animal blood won't work for you much longer," he said, "It'll work as a supplement here and there, but you can't survive off it."

"I've been perfectly fine as is."

"You and I both know that is a lie, my dear." He straightened up and crossed the kitchen so he was towering over me. "Do you really want to risk doing something you'll regret to those children? Do you want them to find out? Especially those teenagers--"

"Shut up." I leaned against the counter and pressed a clawed hand to my face. I was getting nauseous and merely standing took a lot of effort. I looked to the window, to the counter, and to the floor. My claws tapped the counter quickly. "You..." I let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. Can...where do I get it?"

"You ask me." He leaned down so our faces were level and really close. He had no awareness for personal space.

"Then this is me asking you for more," I bared my teeth. Mine felt so much smaller and weaker than his huge yellow ones.

He chuckled and straightened up. He put a hand on my shoulder and snapped his fingers, revealing another small piece in his hand. I let him wrap his presence around my shields as I ate the antidote.

How did I get to this point?

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Author’s Note:

Holy crap! Act one IS DONE! Thank you so much for everyone who’s been reading along, liking, reblogging, following, and messaging! You’re motivating me to write every day :)

Our lovely Act Two will focus primarily on the development of our relationship with Alastor. Also, keep a look out tomorrow for a little sweet treat / insane idea I have

As always, let me hear your thoughts!

[yuseirra]

hikaai is such a funny ship. I feel like I'm defending someone in court for being wrongly convicted... pleading "Oh, there is no way he could have done it, your honor!" with the basis being.. my hunch (but there IS more than that) So it's... not exactly about being happy and excited at this point(I love drawing them btw), it's more about being unable to overlook some things.

Either the guy is so good at lying and his entire life that's been described so far is a lie, or it's that he's extremely hurt and timid (he couldn't even go visit his gf giving birth and go see his own kids because he got nervous if what he claims is the truth PL EASE Hikaru.. oh, goodness. But I think this DOES fit his character... it's oddly realistic. And he treats his children quite lovingly after that? The way I see it?)

but even if he can fool ME, I doubt he would have been able to fool Ai. She's the better liar, her whole story revolved around her lies and love and there's a scene where she literally reads him like a book within the story. If Ai and he fights, he does not have even the slightest chance to win. He does not stand a chance against Ai. That's what happened regarding the 15 year old lie as well, he didn't have a clue when it came to HER lies. I like that about them. They're very tragic, but you know, the way Ai steps in and leads him is sweet. That part of it is kind of cute. That's EXACTLY why she's worried about him, everyone, he's so vulnerable and so easy to be taken advantage of. It happens OVER AND OVER. I'D worry if I knew a person like that.

Am I the only one who feels this way? This character is being bullied. I shouldn't have to care about that, he's just a drawing, he can go to jail or HELL if he needs to be punished, I won't care about him if HE'S the one who's killed Ai (he's still good-looking but my feelings for him would change a whole lot) but don't people see?; Ai decided to help him because he was bullied as a child!! She couldn't bear seeing the guy she found endearing being in pain! I think that's happening again! And Ai's dead now so she can't help him anymore... their children have to do it in her place... This whole situation makes me feel like I'm watching a bullying incident in school but being unable to do anything about it... I feel really bad. Why are these things happening to him? It'd be better for HIkaru's sake if he really IS evil and is some sort of god that drives people crazy, that's the other way this could make sense but would that be a good story? It won't be, so I don't think that's it.

By the way I've been rereading ch 1 a lot because Ai-

and if I had a gf like that who'd risk everything they had going because of their love towards me (that's EXACTLY what she's doing there) I could give my life. She's so lovely?? I'd love her with all my heart. Yeah she's hurt Hikaru so much from that lie she told him but, it was an action so full of love, I get it so well. She's that sort of character, she's the embodiment of love. So I think Mephisto must be the boyfriend's song. Ai risked everything for him, and I don't picture the guy she loved acting any different for her sake. He wouldn't have fretted over giving his own life for someone like that, in fact, he'd wish to do MORE if he could. Being the super.. timid person he used to be, he's probably been pushing himself really hard. However, I don't even know how much he's capable of doing because I feel like 'Huh..with this personality, can he really even go that far?;; CAN he actually do something for Ai in a drastic manner?;'

yeah.. this ship is stressful.. it's golden though! I just hope things get resolved somehow and soon. nervous laughter

I should go play my game too~ I wish I had several bodies, there's so many things I want to do and have to as well..!

[mordenandmerry]

I’ve been wanting to make an animatic but I have multiple ideas for them and I want to make a little poll about what one the masses would want to see. I will probably make most if not all of these eventually.

I’m gonna make the poll but underneath the cut is each song and my idea for each one.

Propaganda (sorry to all the podcast fans that follow me I am in the jjk TRENCHES)

I love a good spooky Dungeon Meshi animatic, and this one just had SO MANY lines that fit (“Don’t mind the lion hid dreaming of Zion”, “This morning I woke from a nightmare and fell out of bed and Lo! the the ghost of a man ages thought to be dead”, “Don’t mind the four savage young horsemen of musk”).

This one I’ve pretty much finished the thumbnails for, not gonna lie. The vision is that it would start at the “You were born bluer than a butterfly line”, and it would include a lot of more artistic interpretations of it all. This would probably be more animated than the rest, and I would definitely color it. Keep in mind this is also about him a whole, not just satosugu, but I also can’t discuss his fucked up life without mentioning his wild situationship.

This one would be from the perspective of Nanami singing about Yuuji (with also maybe a bit of Haibara content). I am definitely doing this one eventually because I just love this song and it fits him incredibly well, down his death. I also am drawing a lot of satosugu content and I need to draw other members of the cast because I love them all they are my children (i’m a minor)

Arthur Lester you doomed little loser, this song fits you very well. It really shows his desperation and determination. I would probably set it during season three, starting with his event in the cabin all the way to his murderous breakdown. Also I am a sucker for a song that has a character pleading to god for totally not trauma related reasons.

I just thought this would be a cute and wholesome Jonmartin animatic. Like just let them be happy.

I have fully story boarded this and I am half-way done with inking it, but I forgot about it. I really want to complete it, though. It would walk through the life and many deaths of Valeasu Heikkinen, main character of my unreleased fantasy tragedy webcomic. You get to watch as he slowly loses himself to the deal he made with death. It’s very angsty and I am very close to finishing it so… yeah.

My sister actually introduced this as something that I should make about Faroe Lester from Malevolent, but we changed our minds and decided it would fit Megumi better. It would go into some manga spoilers about SPOILER WARNING THANK YOU Megumi having to watch as his own body kills Gojo and also just their life together.

Damn that was really long anyways go vote

[instaquarius]

"Why do I hear boss music?" POV

You're WIlliam Afton/Frisk/the Player after another Genocide run/murdering all the children

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So I've kind of claimed Cassidy as the 'Chara' but of FNAF instead of Undertale LMAO

cuz how similar they both are (cuz of genocide/events of FNAF 7/UCN)

With the fact both of them just kinda refuse to stay dead in a way?? (Or pass on and go to heaven or whatever and let things be)

Chara because of their determination mixing with Frisks’ (and personal headcanon because chara can’t rest cuz worried about the monsters still trapped underground/wanting them to go to the surface)

Cassidy just STRAIGHT UP being too angry/vengeful to let her soul rest (which, fair enough honestly) no matter how many times in game, everyone tries to exorcise her soul by burning away the remnant (the number 1 way to get rid of souls that still linger after death in the FNAF universe) she refuses to stay gone cuz Cassidy wants to make William Afton suffer for killing her and the other children (and succeeds over and over again in UCN) By FNAF 6 essentially every single soul possessing the robots including micheal afton and henry emily was supposed to burn in a final fire to send whatever souls that remained to the afterlife etc

I assume Cassidy was either among them, or HER soul was supposed to go in FNAF 3 (but she still lingered someway) and in FNAF 7/UCN we p much play as William Afton in purgatory or limbo in a sense being tortured for all eternity by all the souls he killed in the past and the true ending of that game if you beat 50/20 mode is seeing Golden Freddy in the void with both eyes glowing (symbolizing there's still a soul left posssessing the robot) twitching, meaning its Cassidy who sent William to purgatory/his own personal hell to torture forever cuz she's still pissed and won't let herself nor william's souls rest in peace)

And yeah- that shit reminded me of how kinda in the true genocide run after killing every single monster in the underground including Flowey, how Chara will just keep you the player/frisk in the void forever (i guess technically to torture for all eternity????? either by forcing you to watch as Chara destroys the whole ass world/timeline altogether with one knife swing, OR if you even attempt to do a Pacifist run after Genocide, it's implied chara just kinda kills all the monsters and humans on the surface anyways by fully possessing Frisks' body, to show the player there's consequences to their actions)

And basically makes it so the only way to get the happy ending again is to delete literally every single save file and everything undertale related from your computer, including the game itself and redownload

cuz a True Reset Chara still remembers your genocide run and they'll still block you from seeing the monsters be happy on the surface and stuff so like- thats why I wanted to draw them together tbh

They're both too fucking angry/determined to stay dead lmao

[xmorguekittyx]

Ever Locked

Part 3: With Your Ghost

Part 2: On the Rocks

pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy × Ex!Coroner's Assistant Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, this chapter is more of your pov with how Leon’s affected your psyche. No real warnings for this one, a slow but telling chapter <3

extras: this fic will also be slow and longer, we're telling an entire story, i want it to be detailed with Reader and Leon as well as introducing Marina and Ryan. I hope you guys enjoy i have so so so many ideas and rough drafts already written. next part should be out Sunday!

Blue that's what I remembered the most about Leon Kennedy, the nights sleep evaded me. The days in which every stranger somehow had the same ocean eyes, same chubby cheeks and boyish face. How someone totally unrecognizable, morphed into a version of the man that I both loved and despised. Don't get me wrong, Leon is a bastard- a no-good, psychotic, lunatic, who deserves to be behind bars for what he's put me through. Yet, I find myself thinking about how it would've played out... had that night never happened. Had it all simply been a bad dream in itself, would we have children by now, be married? Would he still be an officer, and I, a coroner's assistant... would we have left Raccoon City together or would we have died in the bombing?

  The clink of the glass brought my vision back. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were thinking about me.", Ryan's hands cupped around mine, his fingers laced between mine, pressed to the glass in my palm. "But your brows are so furrowed i think you'll gain permanent lines.", his head appeared in my line of vision, black brows raised as his smile was wide. That was Ryan, always so sweet and caring, always the hero and the calm man. He was everything and more, my heart clenched in my chest as his thumb pad brushed the area between my brows. His digit working at the tense muscle as i felt a deep sigh leave my lips.

  "He's not going to bother you. Not while i'm here, i can call some guys from the office. We can start checking into him and get a restraining order in place-", he spoke as if he already planned it in his head and I couldn't complain. Except, for the fact, that part of me saw him, the sweet shy rookie, in those heavy blue eyes. That the years didn't change him and that he was still the shy boy who came into my office to wait on a file all that time ago. That, maybe, just maybe... it had all been a nightmare, I got them more often than not, these days. The scar on my temple reminds me daily that he wasn't a dream, that i was in the claws of some dangerous, predatory wolf cramped into a small sheep's skin.

  "Would that be okay?", his words hit the side of my cheek, breath lingering with the scent of mint, probably from the ones he keeps in his front pocket. Another thing to draw the once blonde back into my mind. "Yeah.", it doesn't sound like me, a squeak from between my lips that doesn't sound confident in the slightest. "Yeah... that would be okay.", a soft nod to reassure him with my words. His eyes shine in an uncertain light, lips twitching with unspoken questions. It wasn't normal for me to drink anymore, I wanted to be in control of my body, never so vulnerable at the hands of another again, not even Ryan, despite how sweet he is, how caring and protective.

   I couldn't do it, be broken down again. Not by someone so close, a stranger's betrayal is expected, it doesn't hurt like a loved one's betrayal. The biggest betrayal of love, what a sick thing, love itself. We can't choose who our love goes to, or if it will ever be reciprocated. I love Ryan, I love the safety blanket he surrounds me in, the love he gives back to me... but Leon's "love" felt different. It was warm but in a way that was far too hot that it burnt, as if the heat within him came up to kiss my skin, leaving burning welts in its path. A path trailed in love and destruction, his heaviness was a weight so unmovable by my own strength. Ryan gives me the option to remove the heavy weighted blanket of his love, taking a breath for a moment before I cover myself back up in his presence.

  A kiss, so soft and tender to the crown of my head, his soft, pouty lips that touched the skin of my head with the most caring feeling. I could cry, my eyes burning as the pin pricks of a sob wailing down. "I love you, I have to handle this thing for work. I'll just be in my office, okay? Call out to me for anything.", he was so fucking sweet, like an ice cream cone that was begging for my tongue to swipe across. "Of course, have fun.", the small smirk tugged at my lips, an invisible string pulling the shape together as I gave a sigh laugh. "Oh, it's going to be a joy~", his hand waving as he walked into the office room.

  His steps pattering against the floor, until the door clicks and I feel the weight of the world fall back onto my shoulders. The thick feeling in my throat coming back as I swallow down another mouthful of the whiskey, the one he had before him in the bar. I didn't see the appeal, the more expensive stuff was much better.. then again, Leon was never very flashy. He didn't care about things like that. He was not what i thought he was, he was so different. A shy man and a psycho all in one, a sweet, precious lamb, begging for a hand to pet its head, then a raging wolf, ready to penetrate its prey with the sharp, ravenous teeth. I was the prey. I know that now, it never left my mind the way it felt to hear the sickening thud of my head against the floor, to hear the tile shatter under the amount of force that was behind the hit.

  A bit of alcohol threatened to come up, splashing the back of my throat with an angry sizzle. My phone vibrates off the table, the sound grating against my already tense mind. "Hey are you okay? You left so quick after Ryan came. What happened?"- Marina, i hadn't told her anything simply telling her to call Charlie and get him to find someone to cover my shift, mascara and eyeliner coating my cheeks as it did now, Ryan guiding me past her. "I know you're reading this. The guy at the bar asked me for your number. I didn't give it to him, just so you know. I know there's something you're hiding, but it's okay, you'll tell me when you're ready. Right?", I don't think I'd ever be ready to fill her in on what happened when I was 20, the years after that trying to calm myself and remind myself there's no flesh eating monsters after me, no craze-stricken man trying to kidnap me. "Right.", It was quick and to the point, I didn't want to linger on this anymore. I wanted to face him, then again, i didn't. What would i say? I saw him and started to cry, flash backs and memories, bittersweet to the mind's taste.

  The silence was deafening once the first thunder rolled through, causing the serene atmosphere to feel a little heavier. I didn't truly mind, rain was my favorite, and a constant in this town. It seems i couldn't get far from a rainy town. The glass between my fingers, slowly lowering in volume as the rim pressed to my lips. Against my willingness to forget, I wonder if he's out in the rain, if he's still drinking at the bar or shacked up in some hotel room? I'm angry to try and think about him anymore, it was probably a fluke- he wouldn't come 3k miles just to find me, right? 7 years is a long time, he probably found someone else while he was away. I was away.

  It's not that I find myself forgiving, because I don't, nor will I forgive him. I fought myself through the "you should be grateful you were captive for very long."'s, the "others have been kidnapped and died, you survived."'s and most important, the one i still let linger. "it's not as bad as you say, you just keep making it worse for yourself."'s... those linger in the hollow of my chest and come out on bad days, like today. It's like, I'm haunted by someone who still lives. He's alive, he's here, in Seattle. He's alive, he's been alive this entire time and he's okay... physically- he's okay. Some of my questions were angered then, some things gaining closure but the back of my mind thinks it's not a coincidence, no matter how much i try to fight back those feelings. It has to be, he can't- the glass hits the table as the first round of sobs fall from my lips.

  Arms covering my face, muffling the cries. It feels like I'm stuck in a deadly dance with a man who couldn't be nearly as horrific as I remember. I remember, but it was so quick, back then it felt slow... now i struggle to remember things. The red underwear, my red underwear... I thought about it while I was sitting in his home, the day he went to work. Those were mine. They had to be, his fucking "They're mine.", excuse was a load of bullshit. Just like everything else he ever said, leaving that morning to get breakfast... while he was doing, God knows, what to Mrs. Jones. This dance was deadly, like we're dancing apart, destined to eventually bump into each other and intertwine. Maybe, tonight was that bump, that intertwining moment that sealed our inevitable meeting again. He looked so different, if he hadn't had looked up, if he just fucking kept drinking away, i wouldn't have realized, i could continue in this fantasy life,  i'd created. The life, I love, Ryan, Marina, Charlie, our boss who likes to add a little to our checks for the bullshit we put up with. My apartment, it was so much nicer than the one from before, I don't miss that life i had before. I miss Rebecca, if only i knew if she survived. I think that part of me died that night, I died the night that Raccoon City went under and the man who loved me was whisked away into a government agency. It was a sorrowful moment, but it was destined for me. I wouldn't change it. As selfish as it is, I wouldn't change it. I'm a horrible person, it's horribly selfish and heartless but I can't find a single bit of regret for that day. I'd be doing, God knows, for a man who was willing to kill for me, it's so romantic in the books and movies, but to know i slept next to someone who didn't see how wrong it was to kill an elderly woman? The thoughts made me feel sick, imagining what he probably did, how he went about it. Rebecca never got the change to tell me how she went out, Leon definitely wasn't going to tell me.

 

  I must've missed the door steps echoing in the thunder filled apartment. Probably missed the door opening too, couldn't hear over my sobs as hands found their way around my waist, the stool slightly rocking as his weight pressed behind me. A shushing sound came from his lips, his hand traveling up the valley between my breast, palm caressing my jaw. His fingers are so warm, against the cold air that hit my tears. He was a gentle giant, something Leon never truly was... was it all a facade? something to get me closer, a trap? The thought sends another wracking sob through my chest, lungs expanding under his arm. "It's okay, now, my sweet girl. I'm here, you're safe and nothing's going to tear you away from me.", his words were calming, but nothing had a name, Leon Scott Kennedy and I knew deep down, now that the bunny was in the wolf's sight... the game had only just begun.

[sapphire-drawings]

Hey Sapphire! In your adult Webber/ Wendy au, could you please describe and talk about Wendy’s statues. Because, not all the survivors know her, and that is like the way they see her beyond the radio’s voice. And, I imagine, she portrays herself different from how Maxwell portrays herself, because she isn’t seeking fame and its greatness. Also, your Au is great, and I pretend to write about it, so, do you have any problems if I post it?

Quick-ish reply cuz you got me thinking and the truth is... I've no idea what's Wendy's role in the Au

But first

Anyone's free to write, to draw or whatever they please with this Au. I'm not the owner of the originals, this is just something I came up with for funsies and obsession

Just don't put things in my mouth for "what's canon and what's not" and tag me so I can see it!! ^^

Although if I like someone's idea I'll ask to make it canon lmao

Now get ready for some random nonsense.

Or don't read it and just enjoy the drawing, whatever please your eyes

The original idea was for her to be a magician just like canon Maxwell and Abigail would be her assistant. Carter Sisters' magic show or something

But my Au is weird and not planned at all

Abby is also Jack and Will's mother (weird, I'm aware) so, How is she the assistant/Next-Constant-Queen and mother mourning her "dead" sister and children?? (well, Jack is the only one dead for real)

...I'll be rambling from this point forward, sorry but not really

Abby HAS to die thanks to something Wendy did

What if... Wendy's show is the medium type? She "contacts" spirits and fortune telling stuff. She's a failure until the codex appears. By this point she lost contact with the family, (hence why William and Jack don't recognize her at first glance (A simple "she looks like mom but not quite")) focusing in what the canon says, fortune and glory seeking evolving into greed.

Then Abby goes after her??? For some reason???

They reunite and Wendy is too stubborn to go back and then They cause an accident that takes Abby's life but as far as she knows it was Wendy's fault??

And her last act before everything goes down to hell is an attempt to bring her back through the codex?????

Or something different I can't think of??????????

...

...................

...Few on the only things I know is that I want Wendy to still be involved in spiritualism to decipher the Codex while baby William got into dark arts as an attempt to bring Jack back. "Why would you? that doesn't makes sense" you may think

1.- None of this makes sense so shut up. I can't think that far

2.- I want William to still being able to create shadow puppets cuz I have a comic idea where he spawns one by accident and Jack haunts it and "gains a body". Mr. Webber puts a painful stop to it to prevent any possible danger or corruption and blah blah blah-

Ssssoooooooooo yeah

Everything's a mess but I'm glad you guys are enjoying the ride

I'll update you if I ever come up with a "canon" timeline)? and what not (I won't get mad if you come up with ideas to help either.....)

[whatsthethinking]

Alignment: part one

Lo’ak x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Eywa finally hears Lo’ak’s pleas for her to bring his brother back but instead of a brother, Lo’ak receives howling winds with lashing rain and a warrior… who eats people?

➴ Warning: mentions of death, loss, mourning, mental health and violence. Let me know if I’m missing anything.

➴ Word count: 1.6k

➴  Note: I kind of hate this lol. I wrote and rewrote it so many times. I wanted to give a background into the Sully family before getting into the story but... Yeah idk. Also, I was thinking of naming the reader but I’m not sure. Let me know what you think.

[preface]    [two]

Losing a loved one is not a pain you wouldn't want anyone to endure. The feeling of emptiness that fills you, a hollow ache in your chest that continues to grow as time passes. It is said that time heals all wounds, but if you asked Lo’ak, he would stare you dead in the eye and tell you that it’s complete and utter bullshit.

It wasn’t until about a month after Neteyam died that it started to show that the Sully family dynamic had begun to shift. The whole family was in mourning, and they were all dealing with it differently.

Jake Sully, the ‘head’ of the family, had been reduced to a shadow of himself. The air of authority that he usually carried with him had dwindled. A frown had been etched onto his face, not one of disappointment that Lo’ak was used to seeing. At the moment of Neteyam’s death, it was like a switch was flicked in Jake; he became very cold and distant. But once it was over and the family was back in the village, washing Neteyam’s body, the switch flicked again, and Jake was inconsolable.

Some nights, Lo’ak could hear his father step away from the family marui to cry. Although he wasn’t wailing loudly, drawing attention to himself, Lo’ak could hear his father sob into his hands and ask Eywa what he had done in his past life to have his son taken away from him and why the people around him always had to suffer. During the day, Jake seemed to speak no louder than a whisper. As time passed, Jake could still be found being strict with his family, but it didn’t hold the same weight as his voice would sometimes waver. It can be assumed that Jake had become more compassionate towards his children, but it was sad that it took the death of his eldest child for him to get here.

Neytiri had a different reaction to her mate. She cried for the first few days, holding Neteyam’s songcord between her fingers. As time passed, she would venture out of the marui, going on short walks as if on autopilot. Neytiri has kept all of Neteyam’s things where he had left them. His bow and arrows leaning up in the corner, his sleep mat rolled up next to them. Some days, Neytiri would stare at them, hoping her eldest son would walk through the entrance and make use of his things. After a month, Neytiri began to keep a closer eye on her children, ensuring she always knew where they were and when they’d be back. She was strict and was quick to scold her children if she believed that they had done something wrong. Her voice was strong and stern. It held the weight that Jake’s didn’t.

Poor, poor Tuk, although everyone in the Sully family had changed. It was Tuk’s reaction that broke hearts. At first, she seemed to be coping well, as well as a 7-year-old could after such a traumatic experience. She was still interacting normally with her family and those in the village. Some would say that she is in denial and trying to convince herself that nothing has happened. That nothing had changed. Her family hadn’t seen her cry since the funeral, as far as they could recall. But one day, that changed, one day,  it was as if she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tuk and Tsireya were spending the afternoon together; as they climbed over the rocks, Tuk’s bracelet got caught. At first, she tried to dislodge it gently, but it wouldn’t budge, she tried again, but nothing.

“‘Reya, help,” she pleaded while trying to tug on her wrist a little harder.

“Hold on Tuk, I’m co-“

Tsireya didn’t get to finish what she was going to say. Tuk’s arm came jerking back, beads falling around her and the empty string slowly slid off of her wrist. There was a pause of pure silence where Tsireya watched as Tuk’s face morphed from the initial shock to her closing her mouth, and she started to chew on her bottle lip as her eyes began to well up with tears.

“Tuk, I-“

A great sob escaped the young girl as she dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she tried to collect the stray beads in front of her. She began to search more frantically, her head whipping around.

“No… no… no!” She cried, “It’s gone, Neteyam’s charm. It’s gone! It’s not here!”

Tuk let out the most painful, heartbreaking cry as she covered her eyes. Tsireya didn’t know what to do. Her chest tightened as she made her way over to Tuk’s side, wrapping an arm around her and bringing the small girl close.

Tsireya noticed Lo’ak walking along the shore with Rotxo, she desperately tried to get their attention. Luckily she did, and she watched as the two boys sprinted over, climbing over the rocks with no difficulty. Lo’ak was by Tuk’s side in seconds.

“Shh Tuk, it’s okay,” Lo’ak said softly as he took his sister into his arms.

Tuk jerked back, looking her brother in the eye as more tears made their way to the surface.

“It’s not okay! Nothing will ever be okay! Neteyam made it. He made it, and I broke it! It’s gone! He’s gone!” Tuk screamed

A gut-wrenching sob tore through her body as Lo’ak hugged her tighter. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes as he tried to soothe his sister.

Later that night, just after eclipse, Rotxo came to the Sully family marui with a soft smile on his lips as he presented Tuk with a bracelet and her brother's charm dangling in the middle.

“I know it’s not the same. I didn’t manage to find all of the beads, but I found the charm, so-“

Rotxo was cut off by Tuk barrelling into him, her arms wrapping around his waist.

“Thank you.”

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Kiri was different from the rest of her family, and this was even true in regards to how she mourned the loss of her brother. Out of everyone, she seemed to be coping the ‘best’. There were days where Kiri would sit on her own and cry, but most days, she would be the mediator of the family, helping them speak to one another. She was able to bridge the gaps, which was once the job Neteyam gave himself. On top of the loss of Neteyam, Kiri was struggling to be away from Grace. As time went on, Norm and Max had connected monitors so that Kiri could see her mother, but that was starting to not be enough. She had asked her parents if she could return to the forest for a day or two to visit her mother but her idea was shut down immediately. 

They stressed that it wasn't safe for her, if the RDA sees her, who knows what could happen to her. Kiri understood and accepted this but, that didn't mean that she was close to being content. One thing that Kiri could not accept was that she couldn't connect to the spirit tree, the other members of her family could go there and relive their time with Neteyam but she couldn’t. There were a few occasions when she was tempted to go to the tree and possibly see her missing family, but she knew it wasn’t safe. Kiri isn’t able to see her mother or her brother, and it breaks her heart every day.

And lastly, Spider. Many wouldn’t consider him a part of the Sully family, but he is. They are all he knew. Deep down, he knew that he could never be one of them, not after what he did. After Neteyam’s funeral, Spider stayed with Sully’s in the Metkayina village, and it wasn’t easy for him. He was used to the Omatikaya clan, and although they didn’t treat him with respect or the compassion that he would have liked, they remained civil with him due to Jake’s status as Olo’eyktan and Toruk Makto. But here, Jake didn’t have that power and authority anymore.

The Metkayina avoided him like he carried a disease; some would practically run away when they saw him coming in their direction, and some would mumble ‘demon’ as they walked by him. Spider didn’t stay amongst the Metkayina for long; he was in the village for less than one week. He returned to the forest with the help of Norm and Max. He told the Sully’s that he didn’t want to worry about his oxygen running out but it was a lie that some family members could see through. On the night Neteyam died, he demanded a new mask and exo-pack, claiming that his was damaged. It didn’t go unnoticed by Kiri when he snuck away from the marui and smashed his old mask into minuscule pieces. As the days passed, Spider struggled to keep eye contact with the Sully family; he always had a look of guilt on his face.

Once Spider left, Lo’ak’s mind started to wander, what could be so bad that Spider all but ran away from the village? As days turned into weeks, a thought continued to cross his mind that he tried so hard not to entertain.

“What if…” No, he would never. He could never. Right?

“He’s dead.” He has to be

Some of the Metkayina warriors returned to the Three brothers the next day to make reports and check for any survivors. No Na’vi was found matching his description. Hopefully, a creature at the bottom of the ocean finally put a stop to him, but evil doesn’t die that easily. Lo’ak knew better than to believe that this was over. Maybe it is a good thing that Spider returned to the forest because if what Lo’ak was beginning to think was true, Lo’ak would not feel any guilt about his actions.

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[blessyatoz]

give it your best!! ♡ // izuku midoriya

— for those who just can't take only smuts anymore, here's a little cute and funny moment where izuku talks with other heroes about a gift he got from his (cute...) manager, going all nerd about it;

longfic (+63k words and on posting) tags: pro-hero izuku midoriya, manager au, falling in love, humor read all on AO3 excerpt from chapter seven: for the names beneath the masks, ft. shoto, katsuki, burnin, kido and onima

First, Kido thought he was seeing things. Then, yellow? Was that a yellow post-it stuck to his computer?

Yoo, Kido-san, warning! The big boss is in full rage mode today, so unless you’ve got a death wish, steer clear! Trust me, it’s for your own safety, hehe~ Stay safe, hero!

That was the message Kitagawa-chan had left. On it, a ridiculous drawing of Endeavor looking like an angry, flaming buffalo—a droopy wiener doodled right on his face. 

He cracked up at that.

In front of the keyboard was a carton of milk. He had told her that was his favorite snack.

Kido almost had tears of joy in his eyes when he realized. It was a little gift! Kitagawa-chan…! he thought, amazed and grateful for the kindness. Anyone watching would wonder if the paper flowers circling around his head were real (they weren’t).

Beside him, Onima was having the time of his time, clutching his stomach. In one hand, he was holding a yellow post-it too — in the other, a pack of children’s hair ties and a drawing of himself with pigtails next to a kid, accompanied by none other than Endeavor himself. Hey, was that Hana-chan? Kido wondered, bursting out laughing too.

Onima was about to burst into laughter when he noticed the wiener doodled on Endeavor’s face on Kido’s post-it. He grabbed it with his own hands, laughing even harder.

“Why doesn’t she ever draw Burnin-san too?! She’s a strict boss who deserves limp balls on her face too!” Yeah, Kido was definitely still in the fifth grade.

“Haaaah, what did you say, you scum ass?!” Burnin yelled, offended. She had a post-it in one hand too. In the other, a bottle.

A second later, Shoto and Deku appeared practically in sync. Shoto had a post-it and thin paper in his hands; Deku did too, plus something else. What was it?

“Oh, did everyone get a post-it?” Kido snorted.

From there, everyone had a reaction: Shoto just nodded, Onima wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye, and Deku confirmed it shyly, almost awkwardly—though a determined expression and smile slowly spread across his face.

Kido continued, “I got one and a carton of milk.”

“A pair of children’s hair ties and a ridiculous drawing. Unbelievable.”

“Hah, a bottle of wine!” Burnin bragged, and it didn’t take long. In seconds, Kido was already in a comical slap fight with her: What do you mean wine?! You better share that with the older folks!

Burnin mocked, “Over my dead body, you mummified corpse.”

“HEY!!!”

“I got a 50% discount coupon for cold soba dishes at nearby restaurants.” Then Shoto, looking somewhere between surprised and… happy?

“Oh, that’s nice, Shoto-kun!” Onima gave him a thumbs-up.

Shoto immediately glanced at the post-it Onima was holding.

Onima could swear Shoto's eye twitched. “Why does my old man have a penis drawn on his face?”

…like there was a slightest hint of a smirk threatening to break through. 

“Oh, well, see, Shoto-kun…”

Behind them, Kido and Burnin were still going at it, fists flying in all directions.

Deku was the only one left to say, staring at the post-it—and the other thing—in his hands, eyes shining with that determined look on his face.

After giving Shoto a less-than-plausible answer, Onima leaned in, pressing his shoulder against Deku’s, eyes narrowing playfully at what Deku was holding. 

A mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Heeeeh, so besides the post-it, what else did you get, huh, Deku-kun~?”

That caught Kido and Burnin’s attention.

“Are you stupid? Of course, he’d get something—she’s his manager, dumbass” Burnin teased, then pointed at herself with a smug grin. “But the present I got is still the best. You guys can suck yourselves.”

Kido mocked her, ready to bicker again, but his curiosity won out.

Not so subtly, he stood on his tiptoes, trying to peek at the post-it Deku was holding between his fingers.

Yoooo, pretty boy! Good luck on the first taping of Training The Nexts today! I’m leaving Mini Mighty and Mini Fat with you for some extra support, okay? >.< take good care of them, they’re a precious good luck charm!!! Give it your best! ♡

Kido raised an eyebrow.

Mini Mighty and Mini Fat? The hell were those?

AND—WAIT, WAIT A MINUTE, THE FREAKING TRAINING THE NEXTS?! THE ANNUAL SHOW RUN BY JAPAN’S HERO UNIVERSITY?! FOR REAL?!

THAT DAMN DEKU! Barely back in Japan and already in the spotlight?!

Before Kido could say anything, Onima was there, ruffling Midoriya’s hair proudly, laughing heartily.

“You damn kid! You’re gonna be on a TV show already?!” By now, Deku’s hair was a complete mess. Even with a grimace, he was still smiling; maybe it was the warm reaction from his senpais that sparked some happiness in him, right? “We’ll have all the TVs on here to watch it! My Hana loves that show. She’s just a kid, but she’s already a huge hero fan. Not surprising, though—having a dad like me, how could she not be?”

"Oh, sure, sure, Onima," Burnin teased, making Onima shoot her an offended look—which she totally ignored. "I heard Lemillion’s going to be on it too, is that true, Deku-kun?"

Deku perked up, excitement radiating off him. “Yes! It’s true! I’m really excited to work with Lemillion-senpai! It’s going to be so much fun!” Then, suddenly, he shrank a little, looking a bit sheepish. “I’m actually a little nervous, though. You see... I’m not very good… at dealing with the media. Reporters and that kind of stuff. B-but I’m getting better! And this is a chance to show that! I’m glad Kitagawa-san has been helping me with it! Since, uh, today is the first episode recording of Training The Nexts, she…”

They could all see it clearly now: carefully held between Deku’s fingers was an All Might keychain in his classic blue and red costume. Back-to-back with him was Fat Gum in a fighting pose, his bright yellow contrasting sharply with orange. A collective murmur of surprise and admiration rippled through the group as they took in the tiny figures. Whoa…

"She, uh, she left this as a good-luck charm,” Deku said, his voice tinged with awe. “That’s what she gave me.” The shyness that had surrounded him moments before melted away, replaced by a wide, almost childlike excitement. “It’s a collector’s keychain! Kitagawa-san has so many amazing things like this! I-I can’t believe she trusted me with it! It’s so cool, so delicate, I’m kind of scared I’ll break it or lose it—but I’ll be careful! Really, I will! It’s just… whoa, I can’t believe she actually had one of these and—she just gave it to me!” He kept rambling, barely pausing for breath, eyes wide and shining as he spoke. He cradled the keychain gently, like it was the most precious thing in the world, afraid it might slip through his fingers at any moment.

Shoto’s lips curved into a subtle smile as he watched his friend. This was familiar—typical nerd Midoriya for him.

On the other side, Onima and Kido exchanged looks, wide grins spreading across their faces. They joined in, patting Deku on the back. Come on! They had to support their kohai!

“That’s awesome, Deku-kun! Training the Nexts, huh?” Kido praised him, messing up his curls even more. “You brat! Stealing the spotlight from us! You better make room for your senpais at the charity event next week, you hear?” he joked.

“D-don’t say that, Kido-san! I didn’t—”

“Oh, don’t listen to this idiot, Deku-kun. I heard the final challenge is going to be broadcast live from Mount Fuji! Give it your best, kid!” Burnin encouraged him, grinning widely.

“I will! I’m really excited for it!” Deku replied, nodding enthusiastically. “It’s all thanks to Kitagawa-san. She’s the one who arranged this! I owe her a lot… I’ll… I’ll do my best and make her efforts worth it!”

"You’ll do well, Midoriya-kun," Shoto said, a faint smile crossing his face as he gave his friend’s shoulder a reassuring pat. Deku’s face lit up. “I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks for the support, Shoto-kun. And you guys too!”

Everyone was all smiles until Kido, pretending to be clueless—failing miserably—squinted at the post-it in Deku’s hand. His expression shifted to one of playful mischief. “Yo, Deku, mind explaining why she’s calling you pretty boy?”

Awkward silence. Then awkward laughter.

“W-w-well, about that…”

BOOM!

A door flew off its hinges with the explosion—and from the space where it once stood, Dynamight emerged, all explosions and murder in his eyes.

In his hand, he seemed to have what looked like, oh, a yellow post-it and the tattered remains of a photo.

Some looked at the vein throbbing on his forehead; others at the shredded photo in his hand.

It was that photo from when Deku had beaten Dynamight in a sparring match three days ago. The photo showed Dynamight. Black eye. Massive bump on his head. Shoto and Burnin having the time of their lives in the background.

Kido and Onima gasped. Shoto’s eyes flicked to the broken frame, a faint sigh escaping him—another door, gone…

Deku? Deku looked like he was about to bolt. As always, he could sense when things were about to go south for him…

“DUMBASS DEKU, WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR SHITTY MANAGER?!” Small explosions were popping from the explosive hero’s hands. “THAT FREAK! I’M GONNA SHOW YOU BOTH!”

“Kacchan!—Show what? Did you get a post-it too—?”

“YOU WON A DAMN REMATCH, DEKU.”

An explosion flared from Dynamight’s palm—and half a second later, the photo was nothing but ash.

“REMATCH. NOW, IZUKU.”

“But Kacchan! We have to— I have to—”

“NOW.”

Hah, this time he’d crush the damn nerd and leave him flat on the ground. Dynamight’s grin was wild, almost sinister. Murderous? Yeah, probably. Deku flinched. 

But isn’t a grin a type of smile too?

AUTHOR NOTES:

HELLO TUMBLR that's a tiny little except from my fic Izuku Midoriya/Original Female Character. Hoping that except got ur attention! We already have seven chapters posted. Feel free to check out the all chapters and tags on AO3! Hope you enjoyyyy! Comments and kudos are appreciated <3

[cieric-of-chaos]

I know it's just fiction and it's not that serious but I can't take it anymore I am tired of negative conversations about Wanda's kids and people comparing her to other characters sorry if the English is bad...just woke up from a short nap

they always bring this "Super-Strong-super-smart famous-character" blah blah and they’re like “well this Character is so smart and good at fighting and complex he can solo Wanda" or sometimes the repetitive "Wanda have fake kids they just have to say that to defeat her wah wah" it's so annoying...like Wanda's children is not just "fake" if you actually watch WV you would get what I mean, SHE GAVE BIRTH TO THEM, she feels them growing in her belly, they are Alive and...she raised them and celebrate birthdays with them, cook for them...they are real to her she loves her sons and they loved her.... that's why she's so sad and affected when they disappear....like what would you feel if the person you love just disappear and people tells you that they are "fake they don't matter" and also stop saying that you could defeat Wanda by just telling her that her "children are fake" your literally just gonna make her angry. Also the reason her children disappear is bcuz their physical body can only exist inside the hex, they have a soul and they probably got reincarnated like in the comics.

And also why are y'all so normal and calm about making abusive jokes on children? They are kids played by real kids... like why do you want to hit children so badly? I agree that the "song" that they sings is awkward and cringe but is it really needed for you to make disgusting abusive jokes??

Fuck you Kevin feige for Ruining everything you should have just leave wanda's character alone fuck you Michael Waldron for writing that shitty script fuck you Brian Michael bendis for writing that shitty comic storyline and fuck you John Byrne all of this started because you can't draw babies

Wanda Knows hand to hand combat, she's not that physically weak...sure yeah Natasha or Clint could beat her in hand to hand. it’s wanda. She’s not a Martial Artist. but i hate that people like to say that she's weak and "cant fight" she's not like daredevil or Cap but she CAN fight (watch infinity war or the deleted scenes) and also she's not DUMB she's not Just a regular human with powers she's part of the avengers and she study the book of the damned in her cabin for months or years(not sure about the gap between WV and dsmom)SHE'S IS NOT CLUELESS about magic she literally know how to dreamwalk and did it too without the book, she managed to outsmart Agatha, she summons gargantos and that ribboned demon and managed to kill defender!strange and if it weren't for her kids snapping her out of her murderous rampage she would have won she literally defeats herself... Both America and strange literally said they can't defeat her....Stop underestimating and undermining her..so just you could make your fav look good...I don't care about her being the most powerful but you do and if it's bother that's not my fault... Why are u are so insecure.... she's dead already please leave her alone and I don't care about her being popular or ur fav being more more....I want Wanda to become underated again...I miss the days where the scarlet witch fandom is quiet....

sorry again... the English is bad and its jumbled and rushed i just woke up after having a bad dream and also I can't stop thinking about some of the disgusting comments I read on YouTube bout her kids.... grown man hating on children for acting like normal...children I am so annoyed and disgusted.

[wangxianficrecs]

Every Mother's Son by Chrononautical

Every Mother's Son

by Chrononautical

T, 11k, Wangxian

Summary: When the former Madam Lan hears that the new Sect Leader Lan married a criminal who is kept in the same house where she once lived, she has only one choice. She has to return to Cloud Recesses to rescue Wei Wuxian! Kay's comments: Ah, I love a good Madam Lan lives AU! And this once is absolutely beautiful. In this one, she faked her death and fled to ancient Japan, where she helped other women in unhappy marriages. Hearing of Wei Wuxian living in her former prison, she draws the wrong conclusions and returns to rescue him, which ends with her finally meeting her sons again and there's some complicated feelings, especially on Lan Xichen's side and I really loved that. The backstory was also really cool and Madam Lan interacting with Wei Wuxian was perfectly written as well. Excerpt: “I know you are a criminal called the Yiling Laozu and that Lan Zhan married you. I do not know what you like to be called.” “Lan Zhan,” echoed the young man. He probably wasn’t used to hearing his husband called by that name. Little A-Zhan was a person who belonged to the distant past—a gentle, loving boy who liked rabbits and sweets—now only Sect Leader Lan remained. Hu Mingyan needed to remember that, if they were caught. “My name is Wei Ying, courtesy name Wei Wuxian. Beautiful mystery women may call me what they like!” “Well then, Wei Wuxian, I’m sure you have a number of questions for me. I will do my best to answer, but first we have to find a corpse.” “Sure, sure,” he said peaceably. “You’d be surprised how many conversations I have that go in this direction. Usually I’m the one saying it, in fact! Was there a particular flavor of corpse you had in mind? Different sorts are useful for different things.” “Ideally, a young man of your approximate height and build. I know a few tricks to make a dead body look like a different person. If we disguise a corpse and sneak it back into the Gentian House, the Lan won’t search for you once you’re gone.” “Yeah,” Wei Wuxian said slowly, “I’m not going along with any plan that makes Lan Zhan think I’m dead, even for a minute. Sorry. This has been really fun, though!” Hu Mingyan blinked at him. “Fun! He will hunt you down if he thinks you’re alive. The Lan don’t let things go. They don’t let people go. Not ever.”

canon divergence, post-canon, established relationship, madam lan lives, lan family feels, madam lan backstory, madam lan deserves better, reunions, misunderstandings, japan, implied/referenced rape/non-con, lan xichen in seclusion, chief cultivator lan wangji, sect leader lan wangji, family fluff, adopted children, hurt/comfort, happy ending, @chrononautintraining

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Are u ok? Not to be nosy but that commentary about Non’s ma was something, made my stomach twist up.

Oh I’m sorry I gave you a twisty tummy! I did not mean to make anyone uncomfortable with my comments about the actresses performance. I will preface this with; yes, I am okay.

I typically take very close notice of actors who play parents of children who die in media because I am firstly a trained actor myself, but secondly and more importantly, someone who has seen that type of loss very up close. When I was a teenager my younger sister was murdered, I was the one who told my parents what had happened. I phoned my mother and then she and I were taken to the hospital where my sister was pronounced dead, then I was the one who met my father at intake while my mother was with my sister’s body and I told him as well. I was sixteen, my sister was six.

So I know what that loss looks like on a parent’s face, what it sounds like, how it sits on their body and changes their movements. Especially when the death is a violent death, a sudden unexpected death. I always watch closely actors in scenes where they must mimic those emotions, especially right after they’re told. Because—god willing—the actors in these scenes have not gone through this type of situation before, so they have nothing personal to draw from. And sometimes it’s terrible, just horrible acting lol. It’s over the top, melodramatic, laughable even. But when an actor gets it, really gets it, when they manage to lock into that moment—and it’s a moment that only happens once, never again—that their child, their baby, is dead and they’re never going to see them again. When an actor manages to lock onto that single moment where it hits in you in the chest, it’s completely new information that you hadn’t even considered before and now you’ll never be able to not know it again, I notice it. I always notice it when an actor connects with that moment, I can see it so clearly and when it’s good it’s so good.

The actress who plays Non’s mom (I cannot find her name, I’m sorry) she did so fantastic in that moment, you could see it in her face exactly when she realized Non wasn’t missing, that he was dead, her baby was dead. And even if later in the series it turns out that Non is still alive, it doesn’t matter, because now she’s dead, his mother is dead and she died with the belief—not even a belief— the visceral knowledge that her youngest born was dead. So for her, he will always be dead.

So yeah, heh, sorry about that dark realness. I just, I always notice those scenes, especially when they’re well done. And I respect the actors who are able to do it well, because it’s not an easy mindset to find, there are multiple emotions involved in it and it’s commendable when an actor hits all of the emotions exactly right.

But again, I am okay! Lol, I feel like I should reiterate that. I’m in my thirties now, this happened a long time ago. I’m okay, thanks for your concern ☺️

[ornii]

Bitterly Beautiful, Part 7

Chapter 7: I see you for who you are.

Jericho was crying this day, the tears of Rain poured down heavy upon this funeral. Many Nevermore and Jericho residents stand at attention for the funeral of Mayor Walker, Enid being comforted by Ajax, (Y/n) stands next to them, silent. Wednesday was a bit further away, her focus on (Y/n), she wants to take the first steps forward, but it was too late. Yoko, a student of Nevermore and a Vampire with pitch black glasses steps up next to him, she gives him an honest smile and he tries to reciprocate. Unfortunately a certain Wednesday was on his mind too much. Wednesday took a step back, and simply watched.

"I enjoy funerals. I've been crashing them since I was old enough to read the obituary section. Mayor Walker was murdered, and I know the killer is here, standing innocently among us, plotting their next move. And watching everything I do. I know I'm close to the truth. I have all the pieces of the jigsaw. I just need to slot them into place. I must look past the tears and masks of grief. Until now, I may have been outmatched and outmaneuvered, but the final gambit has yet to be played. The killer will make a mistake, and I'll be ready." Wednesday senses someone is watching her, she tilts her head left to a shadowy figure who quickly disperses. She gives chase into the forest. She reaches a clearing and looks around. The man suddenly drops from a tree and Wednesdays Umbrella was a sword, She hurls it at the man, who catches the blade with a form of electricity. Wednesday for the first time smiles wide at this, knowing who it is.

"Uncle Fester." She said, the man removes his hat to a bald head, pale skin and slightly rounded eyes.

"How long have you been stalking me?" She asks.

"Just blew into town this morning and was hit by a wave of nostalgia."

"I thought you didn't go to Nevermore."

"I didn't. Your dad got all the brains. But I used to drop in on him. Usually from the ceiling with a dagger clutched between my teeth. Just to keep him on his toes."

"Of course." Wednesday smirks.

"He filled me in on what's been going on. Monsters, murder, mayhem. What fun! I told him I had a job in Boston, but I'd be checking up on you."

"What kind of job?"

"The kind that means I need somewhere to lay low for a couple days." Fester said, which gives Wednesday an idea. She takes fester to the Bee Hive, without Eugene there; it's dead silent.

"This place belongs to a friend."

"You've actually made a friend. That poor kid will be going home in a body bag." Wednesday and Fester enter the room, and Fester sees the box of bees.

"Oh. I like a hideout that comes with snacks." Fester opens up the hive box..

"Those bees are hibernating. They're practically Eugene's children. That means do not eat them!" She says, and Fester frowns and puts the Bee back.

"You know, when you give me that death stare of disapproval, you remind me of your mother. Speaking of scary things, you know what kind of monster you're dealing with?"

"I haven't been able to identify it." Wednesday shows the accurate drawing Xavier made, Fester gazed at it.

"Ooh. It's called a Hyde."

"As in Jekyll and Hyde?"

"Mm-hmm." Fester nods joyfully.

"You've seen one before?"

"Oh yeah. In '83, during my vacay at the Zurich Institute for the Criminally Insane. Where I got my first lobotomy. But you know lobotomies. They're like tattoos. Can't just get one."

"Tell me about the Hyde."

"Ah. Olga Malacova. Jeez. She had it all. Beauty, brains, and a penchant for necrophilia. Olga was a concert pianist, until one night she transformed in the middle of a Chopin sonata. Massacred a dozen audience members. And three music critics." Fester grins especially at that.

"What triggered her? Or did she just change on her own?"

"No idea. I only saw her in group electroshock therapy."

"There's never been any mention of Hydes in any outcast book. And Nevermore is reputed for having the best collection."

"You try Nathaniel Faulkner's diary? Before he founded Nevermore, Faulkner traveled the world, cataloging every outcast community."

"How do you know this?"

"You think your parents can't keep their hands off each other now, oy vey. I showed up unannounced one night in Gomez's dorm room. Let's just say I wasn't interrupting a pillow fight hehehe—"

"Uncle Fester."

"Right Right Yeah."

"The diary, where is it?"

"Nightshades Library. Your dad parked me there and said I should settle in for a long stretch. And that's when I found this nifty little safe. I was hoping for a stash of cash or jewels but instead I found a diary." Fester explains, Wednesday considers this and nods.

"We'll sneak into the Nightshades Library tonight. In the meantime, lay low...If you are discovered, I will disown you and collect the reward tied to your capture."

"I'd expect nothing less." Fester responds, as Wednesday leaves, he creeps back into the bed box and Wednesday storms back in.

"Leave the bees alone." She says, Fester unfortunately agrees and leaves them alone. Wednesday returns to Nevermore, walking down a corridor past the main lobby, she catches a glimpse of (Y/n) in her eye. She halts and turns her head to his direction, he's sitting alone, until a pair of legs walk over to him as he has his head down.

"This seat taken?" A voice said, he looks up and senses a lingering of, undead. He gave a sorry smile.

"Yoko. No it's open." He says, "Thanks." She replies and sits down across next to him. They begin to chat and Wednesday slowly creeps over to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"So, Enid tells me that you're going though a bit of a "Break up." Yoko Said.

"It's not a "Break up". She Never considered me more than a tool, more like, a difference of opinion I guess." He replies and she gives him a pat on the shoulder.

"Sorry to hear that, look I need some.. help with something and I'd appreciate it if you did. Could take your mind off of Wednesday." She says, he gives a soft smile in response.

"That.. would be nice." He said, and Yoko leads him away, Wednesday fumes as she watches this, but can she truly blame (Y/n) for his actions? She returns back to her Dorm to write her novel.

"My novel started out as a twisted fiction, but somehow reality has turned it into my own personal looking glass. My visit to the Gates mansion has left me with so many questions. If Laurel Gates died 20 years ago, then who's sleeping in her bedroom? Why do they have photos of me? And what is their connection to this Hyde? Whoever it is, they're clearly willing to kill for their secret. Goody predicted this quest for answers would become a lonely pursuit. Of course, Goody's nowhere to be found when I need her. The dead can be just as annoying and unreliable as the living." Wednesday monologues, the door opens and Enid awkwardly steps in.

"Hi. Sorry, I figured you were still at Mayor Walker's wake."

"As soon as the dirt hits the coffin, I'm out."

"I can't seem to find my bottle of silver moon nail polish. Do you mind if I look around? Yoko's hosting a mani-pedi party for her crew, she's busy right now—"

"With (Y/n)." Wednesday said, folding her arms. "This is the third time in 24 hours you've forgotten something."

"So, how is everything going?"

"Solitude suits me. With no annoying distractions, I'm almost finished with my novel."

"Oh, Was I an annoying distraction?" Enid said coldly.

"You definitely had some annoying habits."

"Such as?"

"You giggle when you text, which is a 24/7 addiction."

"At least it's not a migraine-inducing typewriter hammering into my head."

"When not grinding your canines, you growl in your sleep."

"As opposed to late night cello solos?"

"You over-commit to activities, then complain about them."

"I'd take that over your obsession with all things creepy." Enid says.

“(Y/n) Isn’t creepy.” Wednesday quickly fires back.

“What?” Enid says confused and Wednesday quickly changes the subject.

"You could gas an entire village with the amount of perfume you spritz. That's just off the top of my head.l

"Guess I'm lucky with the new roomie that doesn't try to find ways to endanger literally everybody she comes into contact with. In fact, Yoko and I are so in sync that she's begging me to be her new roomie. Permanently."

"Don't let me hold you back. Enjoy your solitude, Wednesday."

"It's not solitude if you're still here." Wednesday says as Enid storms off, she's still alone, still putting up those walls. Wednesday returns back to the secret library. She heads down it, and looks around.

"Uncle Fester?" Wednesday asks.

"And Who's Uncle Fester?" She hears a voice calling and Wednesday turns around to (Y/n), who was carrying a small box.

"What are you doing here?" Wednesday asks.

"We're Not Partners, I don't have to explain myself. What's your excuse for creeping around in the middle of the night?" He asks back.

"Research." She replies.

"On the monster?" He asks.

"It's a Hyde." She responds and (Y/n) stops.

"A Hyde? They've been barred from Nevermore for years.. why would one be here?" He asks, "I assume you're tracking it?" He said.

"We're Not Partners, I don't have to explain myself." Wednesday says with her cheeky undertone. (Y/n) just scoffs at her.

"You're right, why do I even try with you? You know what—"

"I would love to hear your all seeing insight." She says, "People would be more inclined to help you if you never used them. Maybe if you were more honest—"

"Fine. You want honesty? Here it is. Your condescendingly decent attitude, dreadfully annoyingly toxic personality, and your "innocent blind kid" technique to avoid suspicion is commendable, but it's obvious you're letting your feelings get in the way of the truth. There's a monster roaming this town and you're more preoccupied with how I feel about you. It's disgusting, annoying, and tiresome."

"Of course feelings for you are tiresome. That's your problem, you think everyone is some puzzle you need to solve and crack. Humans are a lot more complicated than that, some people genuinely want to be your friend. I did. Even when you went to jail for grave digging, I was by your side. Why?" (Y/n) says.

"Because for some reason I cannot fathom or indulge, you seem to like me." Wednesday fires back. And (Y/n) just smirks.

"Liked... Past tense." He responds coldly and walks away and up the stairs, Fester drops down.

"How long have you been lurking?" Wednesday asks as Fester laughs.

"Long enough to feel the romantic tension between you two. Yowza! Seriously, you could cut it with an executioner's axe! Reminds me of your mom and dad, totally gushing with emotion! I've never seen you this mad!" Fester says smiling, Wednesday just stares morbidly at him. The thumbing of fingers stop him and he looks over at a desk to see Thing, who's less than enthusiastic.

"I'd recognize the patter of those fingertips anywhere. Hello, Thing. You can't still be mad about the Kalamazoo job. It wasn't my fault." Fester said, Thing leaps at him grabbing his neck and strangling fester, they struggle against each other as he gasps for air.

"You said you could crack that safe in 30 seconds. Five minutes later, we were still there. You're all thumbs."

"Enough." Wednesday booms with her voice, the two stop and turn to her. "Let him go. Show me the diary." she said, fester shows Wednesday a painted of an, odd hairy monster.

"Here we are. Iggy was Faulkner's right hand. Trained a generation of Nightshades. And behind Iggy Itt..." he says and pulls on the painting to reveal a safe behind it. Thing crawls along it and cracks his knuckles. Thing begins to attempt to crack the code.

"Do I have time for a snooze, or can you crack this quickly? This is turning into a replay of Kalamazoo." Fester watches until the safe clicks, Thing opens it and inside was a rustic and old journal. Wednesday takes it and they retreat up to her Dorm room.

"These are some sweet digs. How'd you swing your own single?" Fester asks, Wednesday was too busy reading the journal.

"My former roommate couldn't handle my toxic personality. Here it is." Wednesday shows Fester the journal entry.

"Faulkner describes Hydes as artists by nature, but equally vindictive in temperament. Born of mutation, the Hyde lays dormant until unleashed by a traumatic event or unlocked through chemical inducement or hypnosis. This causes the Hyde to develop an immediate bond with its liberator, who the creature now sees as its master. It becomes the willing instrument of whatever nefarious agenda this new master might propose."

"Anyone willing to unlock a Hyde is a next-level sicko."

"That means I'm not looking for one killer but two. The monster and its master." Wednesday said, suddenly there was a knock at the door. Wednesday halted and approached, the door opened to (Y/n), who was pretty calm.

"I didn't want to just barge in, in case you were changing or something. Enid was looking for her full moon silver nail polish or whatever." He says, Wednesday didn't seem too hesitant to push him out, but she was quiet.

"Can I look for it?" He asks, Wednesday side steps.

"Thanks." He says and enters, he walks to her drawer.

"Enid she's un, has requested to room with Yoko for the rest of the school year..." (Y/n) says as he picks up and sniffs a nail polish.

"She did?" Wednesday said.

"Yeah, I just wanted you to know... in case you were wondering if she'd come back."

"I would rather buy a rope."

"Of course you would...Is it really that difficult for you to admit that you made a friend, and now that she's gone you might actually miss her? Miss me?"

"I'll survive alone. I always have." Wednesday responds, (Y/n) gives up and puts on a forced smile.

"Well. I'll let her know.." he says and puts his hands in his pocket.

"Also... a favor. Could you explain to me why someone is hiding in Enids plushies?" He says, Wednesday looks a bit taken aback and (Y/n) shrugs, he turns around.

"Come out. I know you're in here." He said, he senses the odd man's heartbeat and Fester stumbles out laughing.

"Wow! And I thought I was good at sniffing things out! What are you a bloodhound?"

"No, perceptive. Who are you? And what are you doing in a teenagers bedroom?" He says, Fester offers a handshake.

"Fester, I'm Wednesdays Uncle. Nice to meetcha!" Hd says, (Y/n) sighs and accepts the handshake, Wednesday watches the lightning touch him, but (Y/n) doesn't even flinch. Fester looks a bit taken aback, (Y/n)'s grip tightens and he yanks fester in close, they're face to face.

"You touch anything of Enids, even if one plushie is out of place and I will vaporize you. All I need to do is blink and you're gone. Do I make myself clear?" (Y/n)'s demeanor has shifted radically.

"Crystal! That's on the honor of the Girl Scouts I ate!" He says still smiling, (Y/n) let's go and walks away.

"Where are you going?” Wednesday asks.

"Not to snitch on you, whatever you do, as long as Enid is okay, is not my business anymore." He says, but he stops himself and he turns to her, he has this sad longing look on him.

"Just... Be careful, please." He says before leaving, as much as he hated Wednesday for using and getting Enid in harms way, he never wanted any harm to come to Wednesday either. It's a tough spot to hate someone, but also want them to be alright. Wednesday also felt this longing, her actions forced them away from her, while she claims solitude is what she desires, her heart says otherwise. She watches him leave, before fester laughs.

"Hey! Being a solo lobo has its perks. You get to live by your own rules, do whatever you want. Just look at me! And that guys a real charmer! Gives off that real super villain Mood." Fester said, Wednesday began to heavily consider something, and asked.

"Uncle fester.. the journal said that a Hyde can be awoken by traumatic events in a person? Can a person being forcibly blinded by their parents be traumatic?" Wednesday said.

"It's.. definitely possible! I mean I'm all for capital punishment but on your own kid? Just pick random ones off the street." He says, and Wednesday simply dreaded the thought.

The Super strength, the Traumatic events, no, (Y/n), he simply couldn't be...

(Y/n) entered the cafe, and sought after a seat.

"Yo, over here!" Yoko calls out and (Y/n) smiles hearing her voice, he walks over and sits across from her. They begin to chat pretty casually, across from the building, Wednesday was staring from afar. A bit too distracted now on her monster hunting. Fester looks over to where she's looking.

"He must be a Vampire, you know they're notoriously suave."

"He's a Fomorian.."

"Oh! You already know his breed? Aren't you just fawning?" Fester says casually.

"I will make due on my threat to hand you over and get the ransom." Wednesday said, only slightly deterring her Uncle.

"Well you look more gloomy than usual, and that's saying a lot, why don't you go over there and stab her in the heart already?"

"As much joy as that would bring me, it ill use my words." Wednesday stood up and approached. For the first time in her life she felt this toxic emotion, Jealousy.

"So, just be calm, cool about it and just say it." (Y/n) said to Yoko, she nods and they both are approached by Wednesday.

"(Y/n)" Wednesday said.

"Yeah?" He responds, Wednesday looks ready to murder Yoko but keeps her composure.

"I'd... like to speak with you. Privately."

"It's okay I was just going,” Yoko says, "She's here!" She says all giddy and (Y/n) nods.

"Go get Em Tiger." He responds and Yoko leaves to follow a Nevermore girl and speak with her, (Y/n) offers a seat.

"Seats open." He says and Wednesday sits across from her.

"So, what do you want to—"

"You need to stop seeing Yoko.. now." Wednesdays Just blurts it out, which actually stuns (Y/n).

"... talk about." He finishes, he begins to stand up.

"Yeah I'm not touching thay with a ten foot pole." He says, his wrist was suddenly grasped by Wednesday.

"At least listen to what I have to say before making a decision." She says, he slowly sits back down.

"Okay... talk." He says, Wednesday takes a deep breath and can't look him in the eye so she looks down slightly at the table.

"Ever since you and Enid departed from my life things have been.. challenging. I'll admit this form of solitude does not suit me. And after much consideration I will admit it, I used you and Enid and Tyler, I should have been more forthcoming about my plans instead of just manipulating you to do my bidding, but you're no better by using Yoko to upset me." Wednesday said and (Y/n) snickers.

"If you find something about what I said humorous than please share." Wednesday sharply said, and (Y/n) just smiles.

"Wednesday... Yoko swings for the other team."

"... what do sports have to do with this?" Wednesday said and (Y/n) laughs.

"You're so clueless it's actually cute!.." he says, Wednesday's eyes could stare daggers into his chest with her glare.

"Wednesday.. Yoko likes.. girls, Not guys." He says, which shocks Wednesday, she just stares at him.

"I.... Was not informed of that." She said, (Y/n) folds his arms and leans back.

"Everyone knows, You know men live for the day they can make a girl look stupid, and god this was so worth it. Wednesday, Yokos not into guys, she came to me asking for advice on how to ask a girl out, Divina, Kent's twin. That's why I've been hanging around with her so much. So, have any other insightful questions?" He asks smirking, Wednesday sighed wearily and began to muster up the courage to ask him.

"Yes, one more... would you, consider.. would you consider the date you planned?" She says, and he smirks even harder.

"You'll have to say the magic words~" (Y/n) says and Wednesday scowls after him.

"I'll place rusty thumbtacks all over your bedroom floor."

"That's not the word~"

"They'll never find your body.."

"Nope.. cmon I know you can do it." He said, Wednesday fiddles with her dress, gripping it on her hands as she musters up the guts to say it so cutely to him.

"Would you... would.. will you let me go on a date with you.. P-please?" She says, he smiled so honestly and nodded.

"Wednesday I'd love to spend time with you. plus I Figure after what happened last time, you owe me." He says.

"I can't sneak off of campus. All eyes are on me."

"Then we won't...Crackstone's Crypt." He stands up to leave and gives her one last quip.

"And I do forgive you Wednesday..." he said before leaving, and a bit of relief was finally washed over her. Night falls and Wednesday and (Y/n) stand before the crypt.

"Last time somebody threw a surprise for me here, it did not go as planned." She said.

"Yeah.. my bad about that, But you do have to close your eyes."

"Are you serious?"

"Oh you can't see for like 40 seconds? How tragic." He says, Wednesday says nothing and closed her eyes.

(Y/n) slowly leads her inside, "Okay. Watch your step. Wait here. Close your eyes. Okay. Easy. Right here. Okay, you can open your eyes now." He said, she opens them to a Punic, black cloth, even blacker basket of food. And what seems to be a makeshift stage.

"No one's ever taken you on a date inside a crypt before? How do you feel about, Macbeth?" He said.

"It's one of my favorites? Even Thing doesn't know that." Wednesday said.

"I had a feeling you'd like it because someone gets decapitated at the end. Seems on brand for you. But this ain't a movie. .." He said. He cracks his knuckles and smirks, he turns to the Stange and extends his hands. He then takes out a knife and cuts his hand very slightly. He places a drop of blood on the ground.

"ná bac leis an mbás thú! go dúisigh tú ar aird mo ghlao!"

"May death never stop you! May you awaken to the head of my call!"

Wednesday watches as dirt begins to move on its own, piling up and turning into bones! And more bones! Soon skeletons stood before them and Wednesday was actually amazed, she smiles, they even smell like death.

"Now, Macbeth, Please”, he says, one skeleton shifts it's body and begins to speak as if in a play.

"When ...shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?"

The play begins, Wednesday watches with a Ural amazement in her eyes, seeing skeletons made of dirt reenact Macbeth is a treat not many get.

The story ends as per usual, the severed head of Macbeth is presented to Malcom. The play ends and the skeletons crumble into dirt, the two stood up after the play and walk to the exit.

"That was... Horrific..Thank you." She says, (Y/n) sighs and they stop and turn to each other.

"Wednesday, I don't mean to be so abrupt about this but, I think it's best if you know that. I truly do care for you, and I want us to be more than friends, so much more.." he begins.

"You'll snap out of it." She replies, and he gently takes her hand.

"Please...Don't do that don't Discount my feelings as puppy love."

"I'm not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material. I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first."

"You did.. and I wanted to hate you, but you know I'd stand by your side if you told me the truth, If you let me help you instead of using me."

"It's not going to work. I almost killed you." She says.

"Heh, Formorians Are notoriously hard to kill, but you Genuinely felt bad for it, means you can be better, I want you to be better."

"(Y/n)... we're incompatible.. and I think you'd want more out of life than someone who hates it" Wednesday said, (Y/n) looks down, he's been waiting for this moment and he tilts his head back up to look at her and shoots her right in the heart with his words.

"Well that's too bad Wednesday Addams... you think I'd want someone who wants more out of life ? Well... you're everything that I want!" He responds with so much confidence. She just, looks at him, he slowly leans in, ready to throw everything into the wind for her, Wednesday, almost as if drawn by her own emotion does as well, their lips inches away from finally getting to meet each other, but life has other plans and someone bursts into the crypt, the sheriff. He sees the two teenagers and they quickly turn to him.

"What the hell?" He says, "There's a canoe missing. Figured he might be on Raven Island. I'm not going to ask what this is, but I never saw the two of you here. You got it?" he says before leaving them there. (Y/n) just laughs as Wednesdays pulls her hands from him.

"So... shall I escort you home?" He asks.

"I'll be fine. I need time to.. think." She said.

"Heh, okay.. I'll be seeing you." He says, he cheers slightly under his breath. His first real date and it went perfectly! But some dreams for others, are just nightmares for another.

Wednesday returns to her room to see the place has been ransacked. "Thing?" She asks, and comes across him, stabbed to a pillar with a knife and quickly removed the blade from him. She only had one plan and ran for the bee hive. She storms into the room.

"Fester? Fester, help! Help! Help! Thing's not moving. He was stabbed! Get him on the table!" Fester, a bit confused quickly begins to shock thing. Trying to revive him as only Wednesday can watch distraught. But no avail, his body is still stiff.

"..He's gone, Wednesday."

"No, he's not. Thing. If you can hear me... if you die, I will kill you. Go again. Now! Again, please!" Fester continues to shock him, but it's still silence, a wave of actual pain hits Wednesday, a single tear was beginning to form, until things thumbs began to flex. A look of relief washes over Wednesday.

"For a minute, we thought you'd picked your last lock, buddy." Fester says

"Who did this to you? Knife from behind the back. Cowards. I promise that whoever did this to you will suffer. And it will be slow, long, and excruciatingly painful." Wednesday wipes a tear from her face. "I'll stitch him back up. They found your motorbike, so... the sheriff won't be far. You need to go. Maybe next time steal something a little less conspicuous."

"Where's the fun in that? All right. I'll lay low here tonight, keep an eye on the patient, and I'll skedaddle in the morning."

"I guess I'll see you at your arraignment or the next family reunion."

"You'll always be my favorite, Wednesday."

"Be sure to tell Pugsley that. It'll give him a complex." Wednesday smiles so slightly to her uncle, but she had to face the music, and Weems.

"I'm guessing it's not some kind of random prank." Weems said.

"Whoever ransacked my room also stole Nathaniel Faulkner's diary."

"That's supposed to be safely locked in the Nightshades Library."

"So you do know about that diary, which means you also know the monster we're after is called a Hyde." Wednesday said, it was only her and Weems, which let Weems finally relax.

"Faulkner spent years studying Hydes. He wanted to determine if they were just mindless killers or conscious of their actions."

"What was his conclusion?"

"He was killed by a Hyde before he could reach one. Others tried to carry on his research, but the Hydes were too unpredictable and violent. They were officially banned from Nevermore 30 years ago."

"All of this time, you've known the monster was a Hyde. Why didn't you tell the sheriff?"

"Because then Nevermore is done. Over. Shut for good. And that's not happening on my watch. But I'm not the only one withholding. If you suspect someone, you need to tell me."

"Why? All you've ever done is gaslight and obstruct me. You don't care how many people die, as long as your reputation is safe."

"I am protecting our Nevermore family, which also includes you, Ms. Addams." Weems responds a bit, forcefully, knowing what she's coming across, could finally be the key she needs to take the Hyde and it's master down. The next morning (Y/n) began his walk through Nevermore before being cut off by Bianca.

"Come with me. I have information about Mayor Walker's murder." She says, (Y/n) follows to the library and senses more in the room, Wednesdays and Lucas, the Mayors son. He shows Wednesday the photos.

"Printed these off my dad's computer. Seems he was trying to track down someone. Laurel Gates? Looks like he started right after Outreach Day."

"Must have recognized her there."

"According to British police, Laurel was presumed drowned, but no body was ever recovered."

"The Gates mansion was purchased a year ago by a 90-year-old candy heiress. She then mysteriously died and gave all of her belongings to her caregiver, Teresa L. Glau." Wednesday said, "Who?" Bianca asks.

"It's an anagram." (Y/n) explains. "For what?" Bianca and Lucas ask

"Laurel Gates." (Y/n) and Wednesday say in unison.

"Laurel secretly buys her old house and then comes back to Jericho as someone else. Why?" Bianca asked.

"Revenge on all the people she blames for her family's misfortunes. Your father. The coroner. My parents."

"And Most of all, Nevermore... but How does the monster fit into all of this?" (Y/n) thinks.

"The monster is a Hyde. It's doing Laurel's bidding. She controls it." Wednesday said,

"So, you think Laurel is using a Hyde to kill off Nevermore and Jericho residents responsible? But, who has the power to unlock a Hyde?" Bianca asks.

“The best guess would be a Psychiatrist or a..” (Y/n) says, and stops himself, he turns in the direction of Wednesday.

“Or a Therapist…”

"Wednesday, we don't have an appointment scheduled today."

Kinbott, the therapist stood before Wednesday, a black crow was in the window. Watching.

" I wanted to return something. I found it in your old childhood room." she shows Laurel a Music box.

"I know you're Laurel Gates, and you've come back to Jericho to seek your revenge. And so did Mayor Walker, which is why you had to kill him. Who better to slide in and out of the hospital undetected than a psychiatrist under the guise of visiting another patient?"

"...You're not actually accusing me of murdering the mayor?"

"The roses you left in Eugene's room were your mistake. They're the same variety I found near your childhood bed."

"Wednesday...I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

"There's only one reason an overqualified psychiatrist like yourself would settle in the inconsequential backwater that is Jericho. It allowed you to crawl through the troubled, young minds of outcasts until you found one that you can manipulate to exact your revenge."

"You know what? I don't have time to deal with your delusional fantasies. I have a patient emergency."

"Who? Xavier? I know all about the secret sessions you've been holding in your car. I also found the cave where you've been holding sessions to unlock his Hyde."

"You are so out of line."

"Do you know how violently unpredictable a Hyde can be? It was your plan to have Xavier committed before he could turn on you too."

"Wednesday, you need help. More help than I can give you." Kinbott begins to dial her phone.

"Who you calling? Xavier?"

"Judge Reynolds. I'm going to recommend you stay in a juvenile psychiatric facility."

"Oh, please. You and I both know I'd be running that place in a week. Time's up, Laurel." Wednesday leaves, as the bird continues to watch. A bit a ways away, (Y/n) sits calmly, awaiting the crow to return.

"Principal Weems, it's Valerie Kinbott. Wednesday Addams just barged into my office. I wasn't aware that Wednesday had a session today. She didn't, and her behavior was completely irrational!" She yells before she hears something in the bathroom. She opens it up, and that spelled her end. (Y/n) stands as Wednesday approaches.

"All went well?" He asks.

"According to plan." She responds, he extends his arm as the crow lands and begins to caw rapidly.

"Yes I saw— what.. when? What!?" (Y/n) yells, which stuns Wednesday. He bolts off back to Kinbott.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!" Wednesday follows suit and they push open the door, blood spilled past it and onto the ground. And Wednesday sees it splatter the walls. (Y/n) smells the scent of blood in the room, and the slowly cooling corpse before them. (Y/n) turns to Wednesday.

"No more games Wednesday, you know who the Hyde is.. we need to stop them. Now.

Xavier returns back to his dark shop and creeps in. He turns on the light to Wednesday sitting there, with a knife in the table.

"You know what? You need to stay out of my space."

"You need to take your own advice. You left that in my room." Wednesday Jams the knife into the table. "Actually, you left it in Thing. How long have you been seeing Kinbott?"

"Have you...What am I saying? Of course you have. You've been having (Y/n) and his creepy crowd spy on me, right? 'Cause I'm the villain in your fantasy. My father thinks that my mental health is a PR problem that he needs to manage. He wanted to keep his troubled son out of the tabloids. I wasn't in your room. Believe me or don't believe me, I don't care."

"Your painting's been improving. I enjoy this one in particular." Wednesday reveals a painting of kimbott, and her face scarred.

"Feels like you really lived it."

"What do you want?"

"I'm asking the questions." Wednesday begins to show Xavier the seeming tokens from Xavier's kills.

"What is Rowan's inhaler doing in your shed? Or Eugene's glasses?"

"Whoa, whoa." Xavier said

"Or these stalker images you took of me?"

"N-No. I..."

"Don't forget your latest addition. Kinbott's necklace."

"Somebody planted that stuff!" Xavier yells walking towards Wednesday, just then, the police barge in.

"Freeze! Drop the knife!"

"Down on your knees. Cuff him." You have the right to remain silent. Appreciate the help, Addams." The sheriff said, which just enrages Xavier.

"You! You framed me! I'm being set up. I shoulda let Rowan kill you." Xavier is cuffed and taken into custody, the night continues and Wednesday returns to her dorm. Which Enid was there.

"Hey."

"You're back."

"I'm gone for a few days, the place gets trashed, and Thing almost dies. Someone's gotta look out for you two."

"What happened to rooming with Yoko?"

"Yoko's great. I just decided I needed a few more boundaries." Enid prepares to tape the floor but Wednesday stops her. "Skip the tape."

"Don't tell me Wednesday Addams is mellowing out."

"Never. More like evolving."

"Well, one inch of duct tape at a time."

"Why the sudden change of heart Enid?"

"Because we work. We shouldn't, but we do. It's like some sort of weird, friendship anomaly. Everything you said about me is true...But I don't apologize for it. Not anymore, when I was first here, (Y/n) told me something that I never understood until now.. that, I'm me, and it's okay to be me, to never apologize for being the person who I am and to never let anyone change that. It's just who I am." Enid says so, confidently.

"Thing said he missed you."

"I missed him too. I'm sorry about Xavier."

"I'm not. He's a liar and a killer. Besides... there's nothing quite like the feeling of being proven right."

"Except maybe someone to share it with. Thing may have blabbed about your date with (Y/n)." Enid says winking, Wednesday just looks at her annoyed, but looks back on fond memories.

"So how'd it go?" Enid asks, Wednesday thinks about informing her of what could have happened.

"Your Surrogate brother knows how to Intrige a girl at least, I can see why you constantly battle the ideals of love and confusion about your feelings regarding him." Wednesday said which stuns Enid. "I-I don't have feelings—"

"It was interrupted." She finishes, Enid tries to play it all off. "Well maybe you should go see him? I mean you did sort of lock up his room mate." She said, and Wednesday agrees.

(Y/n) sits inside his dorm room, sensing the silence inside. He hears the door knock.

"It's open." He said, Wednesday enters and he senses her presence. He walks over and they get a bit, close.

"Are you okay? I know it must have been hard to do that to him." (Y/n) said.

"Not really, he was a murderer."

"Wow, that was a quick turn around... so, dumb question incoming—"

"I find all of your questions dumb, I just indulge you."

"Okay, so.. would you like to pick up where we left off?~" he Leans in, and this time, Wednesday isn't so hesitant herself, allowing his hand to gently caress her cheek, he risks it's all and she does as well. Their lips reach contact, and like a murder of crows their black hearts flock together. The sweet taste of black cherry on her lips, (Y/n) has never felt so happy, and Wednesday has never felt so, alive. And (Y/n) has never felt so, human. Alas, all good things come with a price. Wednesday, on contact had another vision.

She watched as (Y/n) stood to fight someone with his own pet wolf, against., Tyler! who transforms into the Hyde! The vision jumps to him crawling away from someone desperately trying to escape, and the final vision was Wednesday holding his corpse, almost as if fate was telling her that all fairytales come to a bloody end. She snaps out of it to (Y/n).

"Wednesday?! Wednesday what's wrong!" He asks, frantically, and she just stares at him.

"Of course the first boy I kiss would them show me visions of his grueling and painful death...And they say those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it, well...

"I hate history."