#Coraline is a child tomorrow

[changingplumbob]

First and foremost I will be redoing my navigation pages tomorrow, please feel free to ignore me and not interact with them. I will do posts of my Rotational households up to Rotation 9, then do a reblog with the rotation 10 banner that has all the household and character info with links under a cut. Rotation 10 stories will not be starting until November.

I've decided to move Joey and Deanna into their own households so I can focus on them now. This means there will be 12 households in rotation 10, potentially over here losing my mind.

Anyway I have Glenn and Silver queued through November now! I played them for a short time as well because Glenn had a death flower plant and I wanted to see if I could fix my Reapers Rewards bug. I could not but it falls under the most trending bug when I checked the forums today so there is that.

[felix-lupin]

In Coraline, there’s a recurring theme with names and identity, and I personally don't think it's talked about enough. 

(As a note, this is dealing largely with the book, not the movie, although there are some hints of this theme in the movie as well)

Coraline’s neighbors constantly get her name wrong, calling her “Caroline” and not “Coraline”, to which she persistently corrects them. Despite her attempts, they never get it right, until chapter 10, in which Mr Bobo (Mr Bobinsky) finally gets it right.

"It's Coraline, Mister Bobo," said Coraline. "Not Caroline. Coraline." "Coraline," said Mr Bobo, repeating her name to himself with wonderment and respect. "Very good, Coraline."

It should be noted that, until this chapter, Coraline did not know Mr Bobo’s name either. In fact, it had never even occurred to her that he had a name. Up until then, she had just been thinking of him as “the crazy old man upstairs”, not as a person with a name. This moment, with her learning his name and him getting her name right, is a moment of genuine understanding and connection between the two, humanizing them both to each other.

Coraline’s other neighbors get her name wrong, which is representative of them not listening when she says anything, really, such as her telling Miss Spink and Forcible that her parents are missing and them literally not even acknowledging it at all??

"How are your dear mother and father?" asked Miss Spink. "Missing," said Coraline. "I haven't seen either of them since yesterday. I'm on my own. I think I've probably become a single child family." "Tell your mother that we found the Glasgow Empire press clippings we were telling her about. She seemed very interested when Miriam mentioned them to her." "She's vanished under mysterious circumstances," said Coraline, "and I believe my father has as well." "I'm afraid we'll be out all day tomorrow, Caroline lovely," said Miss Forcible. "We'll be staying with April's niece in Royal Tunbridge Wells."

Mr Bobo gets her name right after being corrected (only after being corrected alongside her using his name, mind you, showcasing her making an effort to listen to and understand him as well), which is representative of him actually making an attempt to listen and understand her. This point is further illustrated by a conversation Coraline had with the Other Mr Bobo in chapter 10.

As Coraline entered he began to talk. "Nothing's changed, little girl," he said, his voice sounding like the noise dry leaves make as they rustle across a pavement. "And what if you do everything you swore you would? What then? Nothing's changed. You'll go home. You'll be bored. You'll be ignored. No one will listen to you, not really listen to you. You're too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don't even get your name right."

He equates those in the real world not getting Coraline’s name right with them not listening to her, and fundamentally not understanding who she is. So, somebody getting her name right, then, shows them actually listening to her, and being willing to understand who she is.

The mice in the real world know more than they should be able to know, and they also get Coraline’s name right.

"The message is this. Don't go through the door." He paused. "Does that mean anything to you?" "No," said Coraline. The old man shrugged. "They are funny, the mice. They get things wrong. They got your name wrong, you know. They kept saying Coraline. Not Caroline. Not Caroline at all."

They seem to know about the other world, somehow, on some level, and the dangers it presents. Them getting her name right represents them knowing more than they should know, more than they are told. Animals in general seem to have this type of quality in Coraline, actually.

The cat does not have a name. It says so in chapter 4, that cats do not need names. It says that this is because cats know who they are. But humans need names, because they do not.

"Please. What's your name?" Coraline asked the cat. "Look, I'm Coraline. OK?" The cat yawned softly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. "Cats don't have names," it said. "No?" said Coraline. "No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."

The cat shook its head. "No," it said. "I'm not the other anything. I'm me." It tipped its head on one side; green eyes glinted. "You people are spread all over the place. Cats, on the other hand, keep ourselves together. If you see what I mean."

This shows that, in humans, names are connected to our identities and who we are. Names are used to individualize and distinguish ourselves from each other. But cats do not need names to recognize each other, or be recognized.

"Oh. It's you," she said to the black cat. "See?" said the cat. "It wasn't so hard recognising me, was it? Even without names."

With or without names, it is still the same cat.

During the Other Miss Spink and Forcible’s performance, in chapter 4, they begin quoting Shakespeare. The specific quotes that they use are interesting to me when looked at under this lens of the importance of names, especially Miss Forcible’s.

"What's in a name?" asked Miss Forcible. "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

"I know not how to tell thee who I am," said Miss Spink to Miss Forcible.

Now, of course, this is just them quoting Shakespeare. But. Why these quotes specifically? They’re at the very least notable when discussing Coraline’s recurring theme of names. Especially the quote about the rose. It makes me think of what the cat said earlier, about how cats are sure of who they are so they don’t need names, about how Coraline didn’t need the cat’s name to be able to recognize it for who/what it was.

But, of course, this does not apply for humans. We need our names to be able to know ourselves, to be able to tell others who they are.

In chapter 6, Coraline wakes up and is disoriented. This disorientation is compared to the feeling one might experience upon being suddenly pulled out of a daydream. In this comparison, forgetting one’s name is equated with forgetting who one is and where one is.

Sometimes Coraline would forget who she was while she was daydreaming that she was exploring the Arctic, or the Amazon rainforest, or darkest Africa, and it was not until someone tapped her on the shoulder or said her name that Coraline would come back from a million miles away with a start, and all in the fraction of a second have to remember who she was, and what her name was, and that she was even there at all. Now there was the sun on her face, and she was Coraline Jones. Yes.

The ghost children have also forgotten their names, and with it most of who they were. In chapter 7, when Coraline is locked behind the mirror in the Other World, one of the ghost children says that names are the first things that one forgets after death.

"Who are you?" whispered Coraline. "Names, names, names," said another voice, all faraway and lost. "The names are the first thing to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names. I still keep pictures in my mind of my governess on some May morning, carrying my hoop and stick, and the morning sun behind her, and all the tulips bobbing in the breeze. But I have forgotten the name of my governess, and of the tulips too." "I don't think tulips have names," said Coraline. "They're just tulips." "Perhaps," said the voice sadly. "But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange-and-red, and red-and-orange-and-yellow, like the embers in the nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them."

The ghost children may have their memories, but they have largely forgotten who they were. They may remember their tulips, and certain strong memories, but there is very, very little left of them, and they have forgotten who they once were, they have forgotten their names.

"That is why we could not leave here, when we died. She kept us, and she fed on us, until now we're nothing left of ourselves, only snakeskins and spider-husks. Find our secret hearts, young mistress."

"She will take your life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'll awake and your heart and soul will have gone. A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten."

The Other Mother stole their hearts and their souls and their selves. She stole who they were away from them, their identities and names and the names of those they loved, leaving nothing in her wake.

The same ghost that talked about the tulips and the names of the tulips struggles to answer when Coraline asks their gender, as well, and when they do eventually give an answer they seem somewhat unsure of it, as shown by the word choice of “perhaps” and “I believe”

"A boy, perhaps, then," continued the one whose hand she was holding. "I believe I was once a boy." And it glowed a little more brightly in the darkness of the room behind the mirror.

(I personally take this quote, specifically it "glow[ing] a little more brightly" after coming to this conclusion, to mean either that the ghost is happy at realizing that he was once a boy, or even to mean that he has become somewhat more tangible upon this realization; upon remembering something about his self, and his identity.)

As an aside, it's noteworthy to me that we never learn the Other Mother’s true name. She is simply “The Other Mother” and “The Beldam.” Never is an actual name applied to her, only titles. We do not truly know who, or what, she is. Beings without names are shrouded in mystery (or should i say mist-ery). The ghost children are benevolent mysterious beings, the cat is an ambivalent-leaning-helpful mysterious being, and the other mother is a distinctly malevolent mysterious being.

"Who are you?" asked Coraline. "I'm your other mother," said the woman.

"She?" "The one who says she's your other mother," said the cat. "What is she?" asked Coraline. The cat did not answer, just padded through the pale mist beside Coraline.

But in conclusion, names in Coraline are extremely important. I’m sure there’s probably more that I'm missing, and feel free to add onto this, but basically—

People need names to know and remember who they are, and forgetting one’s name is the first step to losing the rest of who one is. Names humanize a person; with a name, they are less shrouded in mystery, more clear.

Knowing somebody's name helps one connect to and better understand that person; it is the first step in getting to know them and see them as a full person, the transition from “the crazy man upstairs” to “Mr Bobo”. Names, to people at least, are one of the fundamental building blocks of who we are.

[yeonmuse]

BUTTON EYES

Prologue | Chapter 1 | All Chapters

PAIRING | OT8, MC SEONGHWA

WORDS| 1.1k

GENRE | Coraline au, angst, suspense,

SUMMARY | Seonghwa returns to a town once familar to him.His grandmother's old home passed down to him through inheritance would soon look alive again. Unbeknownst to him his return brings about old secrets and curses that have swarmed their little old town for years. Old childhood friends and traumas all soon resurface and he'll find that he and the other seven boys will all be cast in the middle. The beldam once again has he and even more within her clutches, will he slip away so easily this time?

WARNING | Graphic descriptions, mentions of death, ghost children, witchcraft, grsphic nightmares, arson, lost memories

MORE | Based on the childrens novel & Henry Selick film Coraline

Before i go any further i want it to be known i am in no way claiming Coraline as my own. I wrote a concept for a part 2 or spinoff long ago and I just felt that it was time to finally put it to use. I do not own Ateez or any Coraline named Characters in this story but the Storyline is indeed a self made one.

(Flashbacks or past events will be written in purple)

The small blackhaired boy glanced through the rear windshield and watched as the large estate grew further and further out of view, his grandmother's frame growing even smaller the further they grew from the area. His parents were eager to get him away from the large pink mansion, fearing that it was no place for a child after hearing the things he'd say through their phone calls. Turning his head back to the front windshield he watched as his parents continued to bicker back and forth.

"I don't want him going back there, somethings not right with that house, ever since he got there he seems to build this delusion that there's some parallel universe in the blue room." his father spoke.

"He's a kid, of course his imagination will run wild." his mother spoke in response to counter his words.

"But to mention a woman with buttons sewn into her eyes? Ghost children? Those arent visuals a child should have in their imagination. I don't care if she is your mother I don't want him back at that house.'' his father added, ending the conversation right then and there.

13 years later

"So you mean to tell me your grandmother that you havent seen in thirteen years, left you not only $ 500,000 worth of inheritance money but an entire estate under your name?'' Yunho asks curiously as he helped the others load up their moving truck.

"Well no matter the fact that he hasnt seen her she must have loved him greatly to leave it all to him.'' Jongho chimes in earning a shrug from Seonghwa.

"I don't know we'd always talk on the phone before my parents died, but I was never allowed over at her place. My parents forbid me to go, especially my dad. It was like something happened between them that they never really wanted to speak of around me." As they pushed the last of the boxes into the truck mingi was the last to make his leave from the old dormitory

"That's everything we should head out now if we wanna make it there by sunrise tomorrow.'' Mingi twists the keys around his fingers as the four of them glanced back at the old dormitory one last time before hopping inside of their designated vehicles.

The seventeen hour drive consists of lots of yelling from each of them, occasional pit stops and consistent hourly rotations between drivers. When the four finally arrived in Seonghwas old town a sudden familiarity hit the dark haired male as he looked out at the half empty streets. There wasn't much to look at there in the town aside from a few run down old buildings, a few hotels and inns as well as two or three markets. Towards the end of the road was what looked to be an old theater, by the looks of it it seemed to be a place the towns residents would frequent. Pushing past the buildings that decorated the main road they drove down a bumpy road hidden amongst the trees until finally a large home surrounded by two smaller ones and acres of land sprung into view.

He and the boys were in awe as they stepped from the truck, the large mansion seemed to be far more than they had expected. For Seonghwa the place looked different and the Aura surrounding the place seemed far less cheery than he remembered it to be as a child. Perhaps it was because the once pink exterior was now a dark brown color.

"Well look who decided to show his face again." a somewhat familiar voice spoke up, grabbing the four mens attention away from the large home and redirecting it to him. A checkerboard haired male who seemed to equal them in age.

"Park Seonghwa how long has it been thirteen years?'' he added as he approached the tall male and his friends. Clear shock was written on his face as he stared at the male, he was more surprised by the fact that he remembered who this man was more than anything.

"Hongjoong?" The other three looked on as the two old friends took in one another, both very different and more mature in appearance than they had been back then.

"That's me, wow you really have changed a lot from that small kid you were thirteen years ago." Hongjoong then glanced behind Seonghwa taking note of the three unfamiliar males that stood looking on behind him.

"Oh shit right, Honjoong these are a few friends of mine, Yunho, Jongho and Mingi.'' he says pointing to each of their frames as he went down the lines of introduction.

"Guys this is hongjoong, he's a childhood friend of mine from when id come over to see grandma. Wow, I didn't think i'd see you here.''

"I'm actually the caretaker of the house, as you remember my grandmother and yours were friends so when your parents came to take you home grandma would send me over to check on your grandma coraline and tend to a few things she'd need around the house. The lawyers thought that since the two of us were close that I should be the one to welcome you back and hand over the keys." Hongjoong motioned for the four of them to follow as he trailed up the stairs and thrust the key into the door. Though Seonghwa continued to follow and listen carefully there was one thing that had been bothering him. Why hadn't he remembered much from back then? It was as if all recollection of the home and memories he had there or even with hongjoong were non-existent in his mind.

As hongjoong forced the door open and placed the keys to the beautiful eery once pink palace within Hwas hand a cold shiver ran down his spine. The crackling of the newly decorated home cutting through the silence like a swift blade. It was never his plan to run back to his old town but knowing it was his grandmother's final wish he knew he had to pull through. He expected nothing of the home but neither was he aware of the secrets that were to unravel as they stepped foot into the home. The stories of those hidden behind the freshly painted walls, the secrets hidden beneath the floor of that very building. The stories of the beldam and the children with button eyes. The legends he once knew as a child but all faded away as he grew older. In this house, this very house every memory would soon come rushing back but this time everything would be different.

[heavenboy09]

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She is an American actress best known for her portrayals of Lois Lane on the television series Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman (1993–1997). She also played Paris Carver in the James Bond film Tomorrow Never Dies (1997), Mel Jones and the Beldam in Coraline (2009) and Susan Mayer on the television series Desperate Housewives (2004–2012), for which she won a Golden Globe Award for Best Actress in a Musical or Comedy and three Screen Actors Guild Awards (one as lead female actor, two as part of Best Ensemble), and was nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy Series.

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[snowdropheart]

1-10 movie asks!!

Hello, Fee! Thank u <3 I do love talking about movies

1. Your favourite movie released this year:

I actually haven't seen any films released this year; I don't really keep up with new stuff coming out, I just watch things when I feel like watching them. Also, I really dislike movie theatres, so I tend to wait until films are available via other means.

That being said, the newest movie I've seen is probably either Tick Tick Boom or Spider-Man: No Way Home, both of which I loved.

2. A movie you think is underrated:

Hmmm. This is a hard one, because I am hardly the authority to call a film underrated. That being said, while I love the likes of Spirited Away and Howl's Moving Castle, I think Whisper of the Heart is a criminally underrated Ghibli film. I love the quiet coming-of-age, summer-in-the-city atmosphere. And I'm a sucker for a coming of age story that features a wise antique shop owner bestowing wisdom.

3. A movie you think is overrated:

I can only speak on films I've seen, and I have to say, I didn't enjoy Saving Private Ryan. I don't like action sequences at the best of times, and the hyperrealism of war was just too much to me. It's a fine film, but I think war films, particularly American war films, get a lot of accolades just on the merit of Being About The War, which can be annoying.

4. A movie you like but wouldn't recommend:

I don't think I wouldn't recommend any film I like. Maybe I wouldn't recommend Jeux interdits if you're a crier, because a child's parents and dog die within the first few minutes.

5. A movie musical you like:

I just recently watched Umbrellas of Cherbourg for a class, and I love loved it. The bright, 60s aesthetic was beautiful, the singing was gorgeous, and I love an open ending.

6. A horror movie you like:

I'm currently writing a paper on Coraline, and it's an incredible children's horror film. I love the when horror intersects with coming of age, and Neil Gaiman is great at doing that in his novels, and Henry Selick nailed the adaptation.

7. A sci-fi movie you like:

Arrival is the first to come to mind. I don't watch a ton of sci-fi, but I loved how Arrival explored time and language/communication.

8. A fantasy movie you like:

I also don't watch a ton of fantasy, but The Princess Bride is a classic. I could watch that film a thousand times and never get tired of it.

9. A movie in your native language you like:

I'm a native English speaker, so I've got all of Hollywood to choose from, but I'm going to pick a Canadian film to narrow it down for myself. My all-time favourite Canadian film (and one of my all-time favourite films full stop) is Last Night. I love anything that explores what it means to be alive through a narrative about death. It's a gorgeous, heartwrenching film and Sandra Oh is great in it.

10. A foreign-language movie you like:

I'd never seen a film in another language before I started taking film classes, and now I've seen so many I love. Here is a non-exhaustive list of some favourites: Les vacanes de Monsieur Hulot, La vita e bella, Before Tomorrow, Umberto D, Cleo de 5 a 7, and To Live.

Thank you again Fee!

[twisted-fanboy]

Coraline Au Chapter One.

|Hello everyone who sees this post. There is a preface of some important information on this au under the cut. I hope you all have a wonderful day or night.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Chapter Intro: When you were younger there was a place you once lived. You don't remember much from that house just that your parents disappeared when living there. So you ended up with your adoptive father Dire Crowley. He had just recently gotten a new job in a different town. Something about this town is familiar.

Warnings: This series will contain dark themes, spoilers of the movie Coraline if you haven't seen it, mentions of death, and anxiety.|

Preface:

The Master list. I had this idea after seeing some fan art with Kalim and Jamil that reminded me of Coraline. The people that will have an end with the reader are Jamil, Kalim, a surprise character, or no one. The endings will have their own chapters. I don't own anything and just thought this would be a cool short series. It is an au and won't follow the story of Twisted wonderland and will loosely follow the story of Coraline for the most part. The reader will be a teenager not a kid like in Coraline and they did not manage to save their parents as a child. They had forgotten all of the events that happened at the Pink palace from fear. The towns will be named after the dorms. Jamil and Kalim won't have a master servant relationship. Instead they will be brothers through adoption with Jamil's younger sister. There will be a few perspective changes. Please keep that in mind and enjoy.

Your Point of View:

You were sitting in your adoptive father's car. You were looking out the window with a sad expression. The scenery seemed to fit your mood. It was gray with the sun blocked out by clouds. You had to leave your three best friends in Octavinelle. They were the only ones that didn't care about the fact you didn't remember your childhood. "You know this might be a good change for us (Y/N). I know you don't wish to leave your troublesome friends but since I am so generous how about we go get you a new phone to text and chat with them tomorrow?" Crowley offered with a proud smile. He was truly so kind you thought with an eye roll.

"Sure sounds great Dad." You mumbled. The rest of the drive was quiet. You see a pink house with a moving truck in front of it that was the two's destination. The Pink Palace was the sign out front. "I know this isn't ideal but we will make the most of it." Crowley stated pulling to a stop. The two got out of the car. You looked around and noticed this place seemed to have three parts for different residents. The movers had placed all the boxes inside and Crowley paid them. Now all that was left was to unpack. You went inside to get a head start. Your father had a tendency of avoiding hard work. So you figured it would be better to get a start on things. You would get your phone out and call your friends but before you left Floyd decided to play keep away with your phone. His reasoning was you couldn't leave them if he had your phone. It slipped from his grasp and the phone was no longer usable.

You gave a sigh and looked around. Something about this house was familiar. You chalked it up to a coincidence. By the late afternoon you had gotten a few boxes unpacked and thought your body and brain would hate you if you didn't take a break. "Hey dad I am going to go on a walk." You called out heading towards the door. "Wait just a second!" Crowley shouted running down the stairs. "Make sure to be careful and don't talk to strangers." He warned he also held out an umbrella. You took the tool a bit reluctantly.

You walked outside swinging the arm holding the umbrella. There was a large forest nearby. At least you didn't have to walk around town to get away now. You wish Azul, and the twins could see this place. You started thinking of a way to convince your father to stay with you for awhile over break. Azul was definitely going to have to help. He is your favorite con man and always had a way to get Crowley to do as he wished. You loved that about him since you always had amusement watching the person who adopted you get the short end of a deal by a teenager.

There was a cascade of trees. The view was rather nice. It as also peaceful which is not something you get a lot of. Your adoptive father always found tasks for you to take care of to keep them busy. Between him and your con artist friends you were definitely an errand runner. On your journey you noticed a cat's tail. You walked closer to the cat and took note of the strange cat. you must have gotten too close cause the cat stood up and ran off. Once you got a bit deeper into the woods from following the cat you heard a voice.

Jamil's Perspective:

Jamil scowled as he looked for Kalim. The other had run off towards the Pink Palace the other had ran off looking for the strange blue cat that roamed. It irritated him to no end the smaller male seemed to have forgotten everything that happened in that house. He was rather forgetful. Jamil on the other hand could never forget. The person who understood him was taken away because of that house. He still had the doll that was used to spy on them. He kept it locked up and hidden to prevent any other person from finding it. All either of them had left of them was two friendship bracelets and that strange cat Grim.

He gave a sigh before calling out the other's name. "Kalim! Come out where you are! Grim will come home when he's hungry as he always does! Don't even think about going to the Pink Palace!" He shouted walking around looking for any sort of movement. He saw Grim running he quickly moved an picked up the cat. "You're causing problems again." He said with a cold tone. He heard two sets of footsteps. He noticed Kalim and another person.

He looked at them up and down. He recognized their hair, eyes, skin, and face instantly. He felt his heart drop to his stomach. His moment of surprise was quickly suppressed with a blank expression. What are they doing here? They shouldn't be here ever again. His mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. The loudest one being the one praying that they weren't living in that cursed house. He quickly turned his attention towards Kalim. "What have I told you about running off? Especially so close to that awful Pink Palace." He scolded. He opted to ignoring them in hopes it was his mind playing tricks on him. His hopes were quickly crushed. Grim seem to recognize them the moment they spoke. Kalim seemed completely unaware of who the person was. At this moment he was envious of the other's ability for forget faces.

Your Perspective:

You were surprised as you followed the cat. You had ran into a white haired boy with ruby red eyes. He seemed to of been chasing after the cat. It was an interesting situation. Not long after following the two as your curiosity got the best of you. You see a boy with dark long hair and gray eyes. He seemed to look up and down at you before he turned to the white haired boy. He seemed to be scolding the other.

You figured it would be best to make some new friends while you were here. These two also seemed to be around your age. "So is that cat yours?" You asked curious. You saw the cat start squirming in the dark haired boy's arms. The boy held on tighter. "Yes!" the ruby eyed boy answered with a smile. The other boy gave him a small glare. "No we don't necessarily own him. His owner moved away a long time ago. Now we just care for him. Who might you be?" The dark haired boy stated getting annoyed with the cat's squirming. You watched him let go of the cat who immediately ran up and started nuzzling your leg. You kneeled down to pet it.

"The name is (Y/N) Crowley. I moved here recently with my adoptive father. We are the new residents of the Pink Palace. Who are you two?" You said. Disobeying the one rule of don't talk to strangers has already been broken. You watched the two. The white haired boy just gave a big grin while the taller boy had a wary look on his face. Great they just moved here and already found someone that dislikes them. "I am Kalim Al Asim. That is my brother Jamil Viper and the cat is named Grim." Kalim excitedly introduced. He pointed at each of them as he said their names.

"Our father owns the Pink Palace and several other things in this two. It's nice to meet the new residents. I hope we can be friends." Kalim gave them a wide smile. He held out a hand to greet them. "Do you how to get back home? This forest can be tricky to navigate if you lose your path." You just realized you stopped paying attention to the path you were taking when you started following Grim. You took his hand and gave it a shake. "Um I am actually a bit lost. Could you help me get back there?" You asked giving a shy smile.

"Of course!" Kalim instantly agreed. Jamil gave a scowl and rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms and walked over to his brother. You wondered if they were best friends or brothers through other circumstances. "Kalim do you even know the way home or to the Pink Palace? Also known as the place that we aren't supposed to go near." He asked in a flat tone with a frown. You notice Kalim pause for a second and think very hard. He seemed to be deep in thought. Then he looked defeated with a frown. "No." He mumbled with his shoulders and head down.

Jamil had an unfazed look. He started walking. "Please follow me and I'll help you home." He started. You noted the he might just be shy and not hate you. You followed Jamil who seemed to know the path perfectly. You chatted with Kalim on the way back home as you both followed Jamil. Kalim gave frown when you reached the area of the forest that showed the pink palace. "Thanks for guiding me back Jamil. I'll see you two around." You said giving a wave and a smile You watch Jamil just nod his gaze lasted for a second too long before he grabbed Grim and Kalim.

You started wondering if he knew you from when you where a child. You quickly shook the thought off after all he didn't spark any thought. "It was nice meeting you (Y/N)! I hope to see you again soon!" Kalim said with a bright smile and a wave. Jamil turned around not looking at them. "Kalim once we get home tell your father and Najma I will be there shortly. I need to check on something." Jamil spoke in a quiet tone. You wouldn't have heard him if it wasn't for your good hearing. He was hiding something and you wanted to find out what.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Only thing worth noting was your adoptive father asking if you were going to meet the neighbors anytime soon. When you said you'd go introduce yourself after he got you that new phone he promised he ran off. You went to bed unable to get the to boys you met off of your mind. Something was drawing you to them and you had no clue what that thing was. All you knew was it pissed you off.

Kalim's Perspective:

Kalim was curious about what Jamil was planning. He quietly followed the other when they returned home. Grim had tagged along with him. They followed him into a secluded spot. Kalim watched him bring out a box and look a bit relieved that there was an item in it. Kalim heard a hiss come from Grim. He quickly tried quieting the cat but it was too late Jamil had heard them. When he saw what was in the box he frowned. "Why did you keep that thing? It's what forced (Y/N) (L/N) to leave after that thing took their parents. We all saw that creature together it tried killing us all. I know my memories are still a bit hazy from that time because of the nasty hit on my head I took. Though I know it all started with that doll. I wish I could go back and never have given it to them." He said.

Kalim watched as Jamil quickly locked that doll look alike of their childhood friend back up. "That person who just moved into that cursed house I wanted to make sure the beldam couldn't try and trick them. Let's just say I'm worried about something happening to them." Jamil answered with a frown he glared back at that box before putting it back in the hole he dug for it. Kalim nodded in understanding. He was the only one who didn't lose his parents during that terrifying adventure. He gave a smile. "All the more reason we should get to know them in order to protect them.

Plus that thing can't get out again. He had the key to open the door around his neck if that monster managed to get out it would have to try and take the key from him. He wondered if Jamil knew something he didn't. It did make him a bit uneasy with how his new friend's name first name matched their childhood friend. He hope it was a coincidence because them coming back would mean danger for them.

Kalim and Jamil walked back home. That night Kalim woke up to a pulling around his neck. He opened his eyes to see the Beldam's hand. His sleepy mind was now fully awake he threw the hand with a scream. He jumped out of bed when he saw the hand had the key. he quickly grabbed his sandals as the hand jumped out of his window. He rushed out his room running into a tired looking Jamil. "Kalim what is going on it's the middle of the night?" He asked tiredly. "No time to explain!" He said in a panic before running out of the house. Jamil seemed to be the only person he woke up with his scream.

Kalim was running after the hand. He heard foot steps quickly coming after him. He glanced back and saw Jamil. He picked up his pace when he saw that hand. "I thought that thing was thrown down the well! Why does it have that Key?!"Jamil shouted as he ran trying to catch it.

"I didn't think that thing could get out of the well. After (Y/N) was taken away I snuck in and stole that key. I had it around my neck to prevent it from ever being used again. It was my fault we all encountered that monster. I was trying to make up my mistake!" Kalim said panting slightly. He was getting exhausted. Jamil tried diving to catch that hand and missed. It's path was hard to follow. They heard a meow before Grim had pounced out landing on top of the hand. He rushed over and grabbed the key from it.

He was panting as Jamil rushed over grabbing the hand. "We need to put this somewhere. That monster was probably listening to us earlier through that god awful spy." He said fighting to keep the thing still. They were going to have a very long night.

Your Perspective:

You woke up the next morning to a silent house. This wasn't uncommon as Crowley typically disappeared in the morning. You went to the kitchen and saw a box with a note. You walked over and picked it up. '(Y/N) I went out before you woke up and got you a new phone. I am so generous after all. I had some errands to run remember to be safe going out. Please take care of unpacking your room some time today. ~Your father.' You rolled your eyes. You'll unpack your room later. You take the phone into your hands. It was easy to save the three numbers you had memorized. After they were saved into your contacts you sent a message to them all letting know about the new phone and that you got moved to Scarabia safely.

Immediately after your message sent you get a call from Fish Mafia boss. You considered not answering for a second and calling one of the twins instead but figured that might be to cruel for him. You swiped to answer the phone. "Wow you missed me a lot Azul it hasn't even been two days." You teased with a smile. There was some shuffling from the other side of the phone. Bits and pieces of an argument was heard. Of course he was with the twins. You leaned against the table wondering who would be the first to greet you. There was sounds of running and a door locking. "Hello Prefect. How was moving? Crowley didn't dump too much on you right? If he did I'll borrow my parents' car and show up with Floyd to have a word with him." You shook your head at the smirk that must've been on Jade's face.

"Jade give me my phone back!" Azul's muffled voice was heard as well as pounding on the door. "Jade is so unfair I wanna talk to Shrimpy too!" Floyd whined. "Wow I seem to be so popular. I feel so special." You said with a playful eyeroll. "Oya what's that Prefect? I am your favorite person? I mean if you don't like being with Crowley that much, I just got my license to drive. I could be your knight and save you from the crow." Jade teased clearly ignoring the other two. You busted out into a laughing fit. You heard Floyd and Azul shouting in protest and demanding to speak to you. After that you had to take a second to catch your breath from laughing so hard. "Jade you're ridiculous. How about I video chat you all on speaker before Floyd manages to pick the door lock." You said with a wide smile. You missed them all a lot.

The conversation lasted for an hour before they were called by the twin's parents to get ready the three were going to meet up with Azul's family. You decided to look around a bit. There seemed to be a small door with wallpaper covering it. You shrugged until you noticed a little doll with button eyes fall over. "Freaky did Crowley make this thing? It looks extremely like me." You said turning it around in your hand. You tossed it on the couch before getting ready to meet the neighbors.

[itsthemysterykids]

DETANGLED!! DETANGLED!!

Coraline: Alright, but since my mouth is really dry from reading so much, I’m passing this onto Dipper. *Throws the book at him*

Dipper: There’s no need to throw!

Coraline: Yes there is!

Dipper: … Once upon a time…

There lived two kings. King Virgil, and King Richard. One day, their surrogate fell ill while she was nine months pregnant. The kings searched all over the kingdom for a cure, until they finally found it. The Obsidian Drop flower. You see, thousands of years ago, a spec of the sun’s magma-like surface fell into a puddle of water, producing a black flower that is said to perform wondrous miracles. What no one knew was that two people had already discovered the flower... Marley and Vance. They’re like super old and obsessed with staying young. To do that, they had to sing a special song to the flower.

Freaky, I know. They’ve been doing this for hundreds of years and are so selfish to not share the flower’s gift. Then one night, the Kings and their knights found the flower and took it back to the kingdom. The selfish couple was devastated, and ready to take it back... Well, that’d be kinda hard. You see, they mixed it with soup and gave it to the surrogate, healing her, and just in time. A week later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy who was born with long curly black hair. That baby? His name was Wyborne- Er, Wybie.

Everything was perfect... But then…

Vance broke into the Kings’ bedroom one night and tried to harness the magic of the Obsidian Drop through Wybie. One snip of his magic hair, and the magic faded. Now he had two options, either be a decent human being, not kidnap the royal baby and die naturally, or take the royal baby and stay young forever with his wife... Word got out that the baby had been kidnapped. The kings grieved the loss of their son, and spent years trying to find him. Meanwhile, Vance and Marley kept Wybie captive in a tall tower hidden in the middle of the woods and raised the child as their own... Selfish, right? Everything stayed just the way it was... For seventeen years…

Wybie: *He opens his closet door* Found you! *A black cat jumps out the closet* What were you even doing in the closet? *The cat hisses* Really? You’re gonna be mean to me the day before my Birthday?... Yeah, I expect that from you. But be happy for me! I’m turning seventeen, so I’ll finally be allowed to go outside!... Probably… Maybe. I mean, mom and dad did technically say, “When you’re older,” but I’m sure seventeen is old enough, right?

*The cat just licks his paw*

Wybie: Yeah! You get me! Besides, they can’t keep me here forever... Right?

Marley: *From outside* Wyborne!

Wybie: Ugh! I told them to stop calling me that! Be right back. Don’t tear up my sheets.

*Right as he leaves his room, the cat starts to claw at the bedsheets like the bastard he is*

*Wybie makes his way to the tower’s balcony and looks down to see his parents with baskets*

Marley: Darling! Let down your hair!

*Wybie gathered a bundle of his hair and throws it over the balcony so his parents can climb up, because for some weird reason, the tower has no doors, or stairs*

Wybie: Welcome back, guys.

Vance So, what have you been up to? *He and Marley go into the kitchen*

Wybie: Well... You know how my seventeenth birthday is tomorrow?

Marley: *Dramatic gasp* It is? Well, time does fly, doesn’t it?

Wybie: Yeah, and... I just thought that... Maybe I’d be old enough to go outside?

*Marley and Vance suddenly pause and slowly turn to face their son who was still expecting an answer before quickly changing the subject*

Vance: So, what are you thinking for dinner tonight? We were in the market and picked up some-

Wybie: Dad! I’m serious, I really want to go outside this year. You’re always saying I can go out when I’m old enough, I’m pretty sure seventeen is an appropriate age- *He’s cut off by Marley cupping his cheeks*

Marley: Wyborne, my dear, sweet child... Believe me, I would love to let you leave the tower, but... I’m afraid it’s-

Wybie: Just too dangerous. I know. But mom-

Vance: And while we were in the market, you wouldn’t believe how many wanted posters there were! *Subtly, he and Marley smirk when they see the fear in his eyes*

Wybie: … How many?

Vance: Let’s just say, it’ll take a while to clean them all up. I actually grabbed a few. *From his satchel, he pulls out seven wanted posters and hands each one to Wybie* See? There are three dangerous criminals running amok. What kind of father would I be if I let you out, and you got kidnapped? Who knows?... They’re probably after your hair.

*Wybie tugs on the strands of hair that was cut years ago. What was once a coal black, is now reduced to dark brown*

Wybie: … Next year?

Marley: Aw… *She kisses his forehead* We’ll see, baby. Now, your father and I have to run out again later and we won’t be back until late. Remember-

Wybie: Don’t let anyone else up. Got it…

Dipper: Wow. What great parenting.

Lili: Shut up and read!

Dipper: Fine! Just today, a small band of criminals had stolen the prince’s crown, which was reserved for the lost prince when he made his return to the kingdom. They were walking through the forest, looking for a place to lay low until the knights stopped hunting them down.

Raz: I did not think we would pull that off! They could’ve at least put that thing in some sort of vault, or something! That was too easy!

Dipper: Well now we gotta hide out somewhere. If those knights find us, they’re gonna behead us like King Henry’s wives!

Coraline: Guys, we’ll be fine.

Raz: Oh, really? What are the odds that we’re gonna find some place to hide and keep the crown for ourselves that no one would ever think to- Oh, look at that. *He points to a tall tower*

Dipper: That’ll work. But how are we gonna get up there?

*Asked and answered when long hair dropped down from the balcony and two people begin to climb down*

Raz: That is some long-ass hair...

*The thieves watch as the hair retreats back up, and the two people disappear into the forest. Once they’re gone, they approach the tower*

Raz: Who else do you think is up there?

Coraline: I don’t know, but I’ll be ready. *Cracks her knuckles*

Dipper: No knocking people out! Now get out you climbing axes.

*In his room, Wybie is talking to his cat*

Wybie: I’m gonna be seventeen, I can handle myself! Right?! *The cat just gives him a blank look* Right! I can handle what comes my way, because I’m a mature, smart, brave- *Glass breaks* Murderer!

*After taking a few minutes to calm down, Wybie walks out his room as quietly as he can, and finds the intruders looking around the tower. He instantly recognizes them from the wanted posters*

Wybie: ... Shit, it’s them. *The cat nudges his leg and pushes a wrench over to him ... Okay... I can do this. Just three hits over the heads... I got this.

Dipper: Pretty nice place. Alright, let’s go find the other guy that’s up he- *With a ‘CONK!’ he suddenly passes out on the floor*

Raz: Fuck! He knows we’re- *He passes out on the floor*

Coraline: HOW IS HE DOING THIS?! *After a quick blow to the head, she’s on the floor, and Wybie is standing behind her with the wrench held tight in his hand*

Wybie: ... I did it... I DID IT! Ha! I showed you, mom and dad! I took care of myself, and knocked out three dangerous criminals! *He tosses the wrench into the air, only for it to hit his head* Ow! Damn it!

*Some time later, the three thieves wake up, and are bound to chairs by… hair*

Raz: What the hell?

Wybie: Oh, good! You’re awake. Thought I knocked you guys out too hard.

Dipper: What’s going on? Who are you?

Wybie: That’s not important! I wanna know how you guys found me!

Dipper: … And what if we don’t talk?

Wybie: Then I’ll just dangle you over the balcony until all the blood rushes to your head!

Dipper: ... Okay, that was disturbing.

Coraline: Look, dude, we were just walking through the forest, for no particular reason, and we happened to find your tower... *Sudden realization* Wait. Where’s the bag?

*The thieves hastily dart their eyes around the room*

Coraline: Shit! Where is it?! Where did you put it?!

Wybie: What’s in it that’s so important?

Raz: None of your busine- *The cat scratches his ankle* OW! Control your cat!

Wybie: I don’t control him, he does whatever wants.

Dipper: Come on, we need that bag. We can’t tell you why, we just really need it.

Wybie: And why should I trust you guys? You’re wanted criminals! I’ve seen your posters!

Raz: Damn... Okay, I didn’t wanna have to do this but... I’m bi.

*The other thieves look like they want to facepalm*

Wybie: ... You’re not my type.

Raz: WHAT?! Well you just missed out!… Ah, I’m dating someone anyway.

Dipper: Look, what do you want? Money, fancy brushes, a horse?

Wybie: *He thinks for a momentt* … You can have the bag. But, you have to take me outside.

Coraline: Can’t you go out by yourself?

Wybie: No, my parents forbid it because the outside world is so dangerous even though my seventeenth birthday is tomorrow and they promised to let me go when I’m old enough!

Raz: Yeesh. Someone’s got issues.

Wybie: So? Do we have a deal?

Coraline: … Turn around. *Wybie does so, and she and the thieves whisper for a few seconds before coming to a decision* Deal. Now, can you untie us?

Wybie: Yes! *He unravels his hair, freeing them* C’mon, cat! You’re coming with me! *His cat jumps onto his shoulder*

Dipper: Well, there’s a lot to see. *While he’s talking, Wybie ties the end of his hair to the balcony railing* There’s some villages, a few stores, schools...

Coraline: He jumped.

Dipper: What?! *He looks over the balcony and sees Wybie scaling the tower wall with his hair*

Wybie: This is awesome! You guys gotta try this!

Raz: Best hair first! *He jumps off the balcony and slides down the hair*

Dipper: That would be me! *He slides down after Raz*

Coraline: I’m now regretting this. *She unties the hair from the railing and scales down the castle wall with the two axes* So, we didn’t catch your name. I mean, you’ve seen our wanted posters, I think we should-

Raz: I don’t think he can hear you. *Points to Wybie running through the grass and laughing*

Wybie: Oh my God! This is amazing!

Dipper: He seems happy.

Wybie: *Now devastated* What if mom and dad find out? Oh God, I’m never gonna hear the end of it!

Coraline: Now sad?

Wybie: *Happy again* Who cares?! I’m never going back! *Devastated again* I am a despicable human being! I am a disgrace!... *Happy again* I LOVE OUTSIDE!

Raz: This boy is insane. *The cat scratches he leg* Ow! Screw you, demon cat!

Coraline: Come on, his parents are obviously strict, and have never let him go outside before. Honestly, it’s kinda cute how he’s just seeing all of this now.

Raz: GAAAAYY!

Coraline: No one from this time will get that joke.

*After an hour of walking, and avoiding palace guards that roam the woods, the three (Plus the cat) made it to a pub called ‘The Snuggly Duckling’*

Coraline: Alright, you’re gonna love this place.

Wybie: “The Snuggly Ducklig”? I love ducks!

Coraline: *Feigning excitement* Me too!

*When they go inside, Wybie realizes the name is a lie. Instead of warm-looking patrons, there were thugs wearing black and drinking beer*

Wybie: ... Oh boy. *A knife is thrown and nearly hits his head* Maybe we should go-

Raz: Don’t worry! You’ll love this place!

*A man grabs the end of Wybie’s hair*

Man: This is some long-ass hair. *Wybie quickly gathers up his hair*

Raz: I know, right. Hey guys! We got a new one!

*Everyone turns their attention to Wybie, and he immediately pulls his hair over his face to avoid their gazes*

Mabel: Oh my God! Can I braid his hair?!

Coraline: *She takes Wybie’s hand and leads him to a table* C’mon, you gotta meet the others.

*When they made it to the table, Wybie was greeted by four more people. Mabel Pines, a skilled seamstress, Lili Aquato, a well respected botanist, Neil Downe, the town crier, and Norman Babcock, a necromancer*

Coraline: Guys, this is… Shit, what’s your name?

Wybie: It’s Wybie.

Lili: Damn. And I’ve been mocking Dipper’s name.

Coraline: We sorta found him after-

Lili: Yeah, yeah, your badass moment where you stole from the royal family. Moving on.

Mabel: Where did you find him?

Wybie: In a tower isolated from everyone and everything.

Mabel: That’s terrible! Whoever kept you up there all your life is a horrible, no-good-

Raz: They’re his parents.

Mabel: ... Oh… Sorry.

Lili: Am I the only one who’s wondering why you kidnapped him?

Coraline: We didn’t kidnap him, he wanted to leave!

Wybie: And I’m not going back now. I just wanna see what else there is besides the tower. When that’s over, I’ll be back before my parents even realize I’m gone.

Norman: Well let’s get out of here, then. Nothing exciting ever happens in this bar.

*Three female barkeeps are taking turns punching a man while a fourth barkeep restrains him so he can’t hit back*

Norman: Hey! We’re taking the escape hatch!

Barkeep: Whatever, Babcock!

Norman: *He leads the group behind the bar and opens a hatch embedded in the floor, revealing a well-dug tunnel* This’ll take us all around the kingdom.

Wybie: What kingdom?

Lili: You’ll see. Hermits first.

Wybie: I’m not a hermit by choice! He jumps down the hatch with the cat in his arms, followed by Lili, Raz, Neil, Norman, Dipper, and Mabel*

*Before Coraline can go, the door burst open revealing a brigade of knights, and a horse with a golden mane*

Coraline: Oh, God, it’s Maximus. *She quickly goes down the escape hatch and shuts the door behind her*

*A knight steps forward and holds up seven wanted posters*

Knight: Have any of you seen these kids?

Kubo: Sorry, but, we don’t snitch. *He grabs a bottle and hits the end against a table, sharpening it* So why don’t you get on your horse?

*The knights stare intensely at the bar patrons, until finally someone breaks the silence by throwing a knife that nearly hits one of the knight’s head*

Knight: ATTACK!

Wybie: *Hearing the bar fight* What’s going on up there?

Coraline: Oh, you know… Just people who want out heads.

Raz: Oh, hell no! I am not getting in trouble with that horse! *He runs past the group*

Wybie: So, what did you guys do exactly?

Lili: Bribing a knight, being public nuisances, laundering money-

Wybie: I mean, what did you steal from the royals?

Coraline: Oh. Well, we stole the prince’s crown.

Wybie: What prince?

Dipper: What do you mean, “what prince?”? Everyone knows the story. The village even put on a play! But, the kings found it offensive, and had the production closed.

Wybie: Well, I don’t know the story.

Neil: Seventeen years ago, the kings’ surrogate gave birth to a boy after she made a recovery when she got sick.

Mabel: She got better when she had soup made from the Obsidian Drop flower. People say the flower is magic, and some of the magic went into the baby. Everything was great up until the baby was kidnapped. No one knew what happened to him.

Wybie: That’s awful.

Mabel: I just hope he’s okay. When I find out who kidnapped him, they’re gonna get the business end of my knitting needles!

Wybie: ... You are cute and terrifying at the same time.

Mabel: Aaw! Thank you!

Raz: *From a distance* Guys! It’s getting kinda dark! Does anyone have a lantern?

Everyone: No!

Raz: Well, I can‘t see a thing, and I keep bumping into walls!

Wybie: I think I can help with that.

Norman: Oh, cool. You have a lantern?

Wybie: Not exactly... Flower, gleam and burn… Bring light to the dreary sky. Save who have been lost. Bring back what once was mine.

*His hair starts glowing a bright orange-red, almost like magma, much to everyone’s shock. The cat just smirks*

Raz: What’s happening? Who’s singing?

Wybie: Heal who have been hurt. Change the fate’s design. Save all those in need. And let your light shine. Your light shine... *His hair illuminates the whole tunnel* Alright, now we can see! *He continues walking through the tunnel, ignoring everyone’s dropped jaws and puzzled looks*

Lili: He has magic hair that glows when he sings...

*The group eventually make it to a hatch in the ceiling, and once they crawl out, they find themselves in the middle of the village*

Raz: Alright! We’re here!

Lili: *Still in shock* He has magic hair that glows when he sings.

Coraline: How many times are you gonna keep saying that?

Lili: You’re not curious as to, oh, I don’t know, how he can do that?!

Dipper: I’d also like an explanation.

Wybie: I’ll explain later! I gotta see everything! Come on! *He drags Coraline along with him while also holding his hair*

Mabel: ... So they like each other, right?

Neil: Oh, for sure.

Dipper: The day is spent with the young criminals showing the secret Prince around the kingdom. It even comes to a point where they have his braided since it kept getting in his way (He couldn’t be happier).

Raz: Hey! They’re doing free boat rides! *He offers a hand to Lili* Shall we?

Lili: Whatever. Just don’t get any ideas.

Mabel: Aw! They’re so cute together! *Sees Norman and Dipper headed to a boat* Nice. Hey, Neil! Wanna get in one?

Neil: Sure.

Coraline: *Once they leave, it’s just her and Wybie. She suddenly blushes when she realizes she’s holding Wybie’s hand* Um... Do you wanna get in a-

Wybie: Sure! *Noticing Coraline is holding his hand, he blushes and the two just walk to the boats in silence*

Neil: How did you get them to hold hands without them noticing?

Mabel: A lady never tells her secrets.

*The boat rides go perfectly. Lili and Raz are already kissing, Dipper is resting up against Norman as he runs his fingers through his hair, Mabel and Neil are just watching their friends, and that leaves Coraline and Wybie, unsure what to do, while the cat just sits on the edge of the boat, bored of the lack of friction between the two*

Coraline: So... How long has your hair been able to glow? If you don’t mind me asking.

Wybie: Since I was born. Dad always said that people would try to cut it to steal its magic. But, once it’s cut... *He shows Coraline the brown strands* The magic is gone.

Coraline: So that’s why your parents kept you in that tower for all those years.

Wybie: Pretty much, yeah. It can also heal sickness, and physical pain.

Coraline: *Chuckles* Bet it can’t heal my scars.

Wybie: Well, let’s see.

Coraline: What! No! Come on, your parents hid you because of this, and-

Wybie: But I want to do it!... Let me help you...

Coraline: ... Okay. *She rolls up her sleeves to reveal dozens of scars and bruises. Wybie looks like he is trying to hold back his tears* That bad, huh?

Wybie: ... *Starts wrapping his hair around her arms* How did this happen?

Coraline: Pissed off the wrong people.

Wybie: … Flower, gleam and burn… Bring light to the dreary sky. Save who have been lost. Bring back what once was mine. Heal who have been hurt. Change the fate’s design. Save all those in need. And let your light shine. Your light shine...

*He unwraps his hair from around Coraline’s arms. Her scars have disappeared*

Coraline: Th-thank you... Well, I don’t know if you know it, but it’s midnight. Happy Birthday. *She takes Wybie’s hands*

Wybie: Thanks...

*There’s only silence now. The good kind, though. They lean in slowly, savoring every second while Neil and Mabel watch from afar. Before their lips are even an inch away, a hooded figure pulls Wybie into their boat as he kicks and screams*

Coraline: HEY! LET HIM GO!

Hooded figure: Stay away from him.

Wybie: Let go of me!

Hooded figure: Is that any way to behave, child?

*Wybie immediately realizes who the hooded figure is*

Wybie: Mom?!

Marley: You shouldn’t have left us! *She removes her hood to reveal gray hair, and wrinkles all over her face*

Wybie: Oh, God!

Coraline: … I’m sorry, how old were you when he was born?

Marley: Enough! Don’t look for him! *She pulls out a wrench then hits Coraline over the head, knocking her unconscious*

*Coraline was drifting off in the boat for a few minutes, until Mabel and Neil finally made it and pulled her into their boat*

Mabel: *Shakes Coraline* Hey, wake up! Come on!

*The others arrive in their boats*

Neil: What’s going on? Where’s Wybie?

Mabel: Coraline won’t wake up!

Lili: I got this. *She crosses over to their boat takes off her glove, and smacks Coraline across the face with it, waking her up*

Coraline: Wybie! She took him! His mom took him! We need to find him!

Raz: Because you like him?

Coraline: I will throw you overboard.

*Back at the tower, Wybie is bound to a chair with rope. Marley and Vance approach him, still looking old*

Vance: My own son. So defiant... I should’ve expected this.

Wybie: Why are you doing this? What happened to you? And why are you two so old?!

Marley: Stop saying that word!

Vance: Without you around, our youth has been slipping away... Child, do you ever wonder how we seem to stay and look so young?

Wybie: ... Well-

Vance: It’s because of you! The magic you possess keeps us youthful and vibrant!

Wybie: I wouldn’t say ‘vibrant’

Marley: And now that you went and told other people what you can do, you’ll never be allowed to set foot outside again! They will come for you, and try to steal your magic! You know the story of how a horrible person kidnapped the prince? Well, they’ll do the same to you...

Wybie: You know, I find it funny how the Prince and I are about the same age. He was kidnapped seventeen years ago, I’m seventeen, we both have black hair-

Vance: Boy, what are you getting at?

Wybie: Well, isn’t it strange how I look nothing like you guys? Look, being tied up gives you time to think, so just come out and say I’m the lost prince.

Marley: Took you long enough.

Wybie: Oh! And here you guys are going on about how others are trying to steal my hair when you’ve been doing it for years!

Marley: *She and Vance grab his hair* I’ve had just about enough of you! Flower, gleam and burn… Bring light to the dreary sky. Save who have been lost. Bring back what once was mine. Heal who have been hurt. Change the fate’s design. Save all those in need. And let your light shine. Your light shine...

*They turn young again*

Wybie: You know you still have crow’s feet, right?

Marley: Oh, shut up!

Coraline: *From outside* Wybie!

Vance: Not that brat! What do you even see in her? *He goes over to the balcony and looks down to find the group scaling the wall with axes* Will they ever stop?!

*Marley begins throwing furniture at them, but they skillfully dodge them*

Marley: Damnit! *Before she can walk away Coraline grabs her wrist* Let go of me!

Coraline: Not on your life! *She pulls herself up on the balcony, and pulls a dagger out of her boot* Now let him go!

Vance: Over our dead bodies! *An arrow nearly hits his head, but instead hits a cabinet. He and Marley look and see Dipper loading another arrow*

Norman: Dipper only misses on purpose. So let him go.

*Hastily, Marley kicks the dagger out of Coraline’s hand, sending it into the air, and she catches it, then slashes it across her chest*

Coraline: SHIT!

Wybie: CORALINE!

*Lili and Neil set Coraline down on the floor*

Lili: It’s alright, Coraline. You’re gonna be okay.

Coraline: No, no, I’m not. You get stabbed in this time, automatic death. Hell, I can get a paper cut, and I would die next week.

Vance: Let’s go.

Wybie: Are you two seriously that heartless?! There’s been enough dramatic angsty crap in this story! So let me heal her!

Marley: Alright, dramatic much. *She unites him, and Wybie immediately runs over to Coraline*

Wybie: Are you okay?

Coraline: No, that knife was dirty, and I’m gonna die in about a minute.

Wybie: No, you’re not. *He starts to put his hair over her chest*

Coraline: Yeah I am. *She swiftly grabs Dipper’s pocket knife from his holster and uses it to cut off some of a bunch of Wybie’s hair, turning the rest of it brown and draining the magic*

Lili: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Marley/Vance: NO!

*He start to revert to their true age. Their hair turns ghostly white, and their skin becomes wrinkled and veiny. Unable to stand on their own anymore, they stumble around for a moment until they go over the balcony railing, turning to ash before they even hit the ground*

Norman: … I… I think they’re dead.

Raz: This is a kids story and movie?

Lili: Don’t worry, that whole ‘true love’ crap will fix everything.

Wybie: *Crying* Hey, I’m kind of mourning over here.

Lili: I apologize.

*As Wybie hold’s Coraline’s lifeless body, his tears become black as they fall onto her*

*The tears seep into her wound, causing it to close, and lo and behold, she comes back to life*

Lili: Knew it.

*Immediately, they start kissing*

Dipper: Should we leave?

Mabel: Nah.

Coraline: This is the story of how I died... And went to heaven on earth! Wybie explained to us that he was the missing prince, and we brought him back to the kings. They couldn’t be happier... They gave us a pardon so we’re no longer wanted criminals. Suck it, guards! And as for me? Well, the others encouraged me to finally propose to Wybie.

Wybie: I said yes.

Dipper: The end. Alright, what story should I read next?

Raz: Oh! King Henry and his ex wives!

Lili: That’s not a fairytale.

Dipper: Actually… It’s in here. Let’s uh… Let’s check this out.

[zu-is-here]

Hi Zu 💞

Wanted to write you something for a while, and now there is a nice occasion! I just finished writing the eighth fragment of the Hurting and Healing series ✨ I'm going to bed pretty soon (yeah, I go to sleep early), so proofreading and writing all the references down will be done later! Tomorrow, I guess, but there's no need to rush anyway, right? Just wanted to share my excitement with you. Writing this one was very interesting! Hope you'll find it as good as the others. Honestly, I cried a little while writing it. Partly because of the comic itself. So much hurt, and you portrayed it wonderfully. A truly brilliant piece.

Sometimes I think that my decision to write this series is great at the very least because it gives me more reasons to reread your comic, again and again, watching closely, looking for details and reading between the lines, finding new interpretations... What an experience!

By the way... I kind of want to write something about Aim someday... Not sure what exactly yet, not when there's so little knowledge about him, but. That will be a delight. I'm really looking forward to writing this (and getting to know more about this lovely child! and post Dark Cream comic in general, of course).

I just remembered I wanted to ask a little something about my Coraline crossover fic. I know there isn't much in the canon piece right now, but while working on the next chapter, I'd like to talk a little about not-exactly-canon things... Would you like to hear that? (I know you're usually very much up to listening to the others' ideas, but I just have to ask if you are actually interested and all that. It's alright if not! Especially since there might be spoilers sometimes.)

Take care 🌻

anfie.

Hi anfie <3 I'm sorry for the late reply, just got here–

Oh that's a great news! (*'▽'*) So hyped for this fragment, gotta read ☆ Aww don't cry <3

I'm so flattered to hear it! It makes me really happy (〃ω〃) I didn't even plan to work on post dark cream before but I hope to please you with something interesting soon ♡

Sure I'd like to! *^* I miss this so much <3

Take care and stay safe as well╰(*´︶`*)╯

[changingplumbob]

Yes I'm late to bed but you don't understand, I had to get to Coraline's birthday so I could do her child look! I queued a couple more days this morning and have some screenshots from this afternoon/evening to to write up tomorrow. All I'll say is Layla is killing it with her goals at the moment.

I'm so excited for y'all to see toddler Coraline tomorrow! Also where do you get good children hairs from because I might have ones for Coraline and Byron but I do think I need a larger selection...

[pastlivesandsecretdreams]

the pearl of christendom

chapter one - not all beauty and grace

richard iii x oc (cora of lancaster)

warnings :: jerk guards, imagery of heartbreak, dick!edward 

song of the chapter : sweet creature by harry styles

coraline of lancaster looked up at the york man, who seemed to be only a few years older than her. she knew it was richard the second she met his gaze. he had dark curls and a beautiful smile. cora couldn’t help but feel a blush dance across her cheeks. a hand of a much larger man took hold of her arm and pulled her forcibly into the castle. there was no doubt in her mind it was the so called “king edward’s” doing. the young girl screamed and hit the man who dragged her into the great hall. “i am coraline of lancaster! i am the princess of england! if my father and mother find-” a tall man of six feet four inches walked into the hall- edward. “they already know, princess! sit.” the man that held her arm all but threw her into the chair across from edward. she reluctantly sat down, not letting her fear be known. “it seems your mother cares little for you...she gave you up. i have no doubt she didn’t tell your father until it was too late.” everyone in england knew of her mother’s preference of her brother rather than her, and her father’s great love for her. but it seemed her mother gave up her youngest child in order to save her eldest. “so...either you will acknowledge me as king-” the girl stood up and banged her hand on the great wooden table at which she previously sat. “i will do no such thing! there is no king of england but my father!” the guard went to move towards him, but was told off by edward. “you like bullying young girls?” edward asked him as he motioned for the princess to sit down. and yet, she stayed standing up. the princess was known for her normally soft tempered self- the one that brought gifts and food to the people, who made a difference in her father’s second reign as king. but it seemed for all the good she did, cora was her mother’s daughter. “it seems he learned that from you. and my mother would never give me up.” 

edward sucked in air through his teeth. “but it seemed she did. in order to save your brother. so- i’m sure you see why i have brought you here. to keep you safe.” cora let out a light laugh, one that brought a smile to richard’s lips. while richard had done nothing wrong to her, she knew he was loyal to his brother. “to keep me safe. pardon my french...but that’s bullshit. i will have no other king of england reign but my father. but if the pretender wishes to send me home to france, i would rather like that.” edward had to give it to her, she had more punch than anyone would’ve thought. “you liked france, didn’t you?” he asked pulling out a painting of her beloved, aryana of aquitaine, which caused her face to fall. “she’s beautiful. i’ll give it to you- you have a good choice in women.” her mind went to many places: was she safe? how did he get that? where was she? “lady aryana was married off last night-” her heart felt as if it had just been stabbed. “-to your cousin- nicholas of anjou.” and there was the twist of the knife. “i will do no such thing as to say you are king. if you must send me to the tower-” edward lit up at this. “that is a wonderful idea! they always said you were smart- but this just proves it.” she threw a chair at the wall, the wood instantly shattering. cora took a deep breath. “i apologize for that...i will go willingly, and my ladies will come with me to the tower.” she bowed her head to him. “good day, your grace.” her ladies followed her in tow as she made her way to the royal departments in the tower. as soon as she was behind closed doors, cora fell to the floor and sobbed. her ladies all sat down and hugged their friend and mistress. they all knew her great love for the lady aryana, so hearing she was married off, they too felt horrible. she cried herself to sleep in her bed of the tower. her ladies all went to their own beds when they knew she was asleep. but lady margot, her maternal cousin, had stayed with her, in case cora needed anything in the middle of the night. but before long, margot herself fell asleep. a soft knock came from the royal apartment doors as the princess stirred. she got up, trying not to wake her cousin, and moved to open the doors. there stood the man with the piercing eyes from before- richard, the king’s brother. “your grace…?” cora asked out of utter confusion. “i brought you this-” he said handing over one of her old books. “- i found it in one of the rooms and figured you’d want it back…” his voice was soft as silk, his smile seemed to light up the room. and little did richard know, but giving a piece of literature meant the world to coraline. she only gave people books when she loved them. the lancastrian thought knowledge was the greatest power one could have. especially if that person is a woman. “thank you...your grace.” richard nodded softly to her. “richard…” the princess smiled up at him. while he stood five feet eight inches, the princess stood a whopping four feet ten inches, which caused the york, only two years her senior, to tower over her. “richard…” cora loved saying his name, but would never admit to it. it made her heart all warm and gooey. they were enemies, so she shouldn’t feel that way. and yet, she did. “i convinced king edward to let you out for a party tomorrow evening to celebrate his return to power...and i just wanted to say- i’m sorry about the lady aryana...i know you loved her. oh!’ he pulled out a small locket and gave it to her. “i had this made for you…” she took the locket and opened it. inside was a portrait of her father and on the opposite side was a portrait of the lady aryana of aquitaine. cora was shocked by this, and richard was shocked by her reaction; cora pulled him into a warm embrace. “thank you…my lord richard…” she whispered into his ear as she felt to hands wrap around her waist and reciprocate the hug. “no need to thank me, princess-” it was her turn to correct him. “cora…” richard smiled down at her. “cora…”

[yeonmuse]

BUTTON EYES

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | All Chapters

PAIRING | OT8, MC SEONGHWA

WORDS| 2k

GENRE | Coraline au, angst, suspense,

SUMMARY | What happens when Seonghwa returns to the home he was once fond of as a child? This time around making his return as a full adult with the company of friends. Nightmares and old friends return and the button eyes that Seonghwa desperately escaped as a child have returned to haunt he and his friends.

WARNING | Graphic descriptions, mentions of death, ghost children, witchcraft, grsphic nightmares, arson, lost memories

MORE | Based on the childrens novel & Henry Selick film Coraline

Before i go any further i want it to be known i am in no way claiming Coraline as my own. I wrote a concept for a part 2 or spinoff long ago and I just felt that it was time to finally put it to use. I do not own Ateez or any Coraline named Characters in this story but the Storyline is indeed a self made one.

The entire day consisted of unpacking from the moment the sun began to rise to the minute twelve of midnight hit and the moon began to rise. Upon finishing up with the unpacking Seonghwa found himself sitting near a familiar bay window he once sat at as a child. He had been sitting there thirty minutes now trying to wrack his brain to think up any proper memories of his time there, even if it were to be one successful remembrance he tried hard. Breaking him from his thoughts there was a sudden knock at his bedroom door, breaking his gaze away from the window his dark orbs landed on none other than yunho.

"The last of the boxes are unpacked and mingi and jomgho have finally finished arguing over who gets the room down the hall.'' he chuckles as he enters seonghwas space and looks around.

"And how did that end?" seonghwa spoke up as he stood from his spot at the bay window

"It's Jongho, what do you think? One finger flick and Mingi would have been done for.'' The two laughed as Yunho took a seat on Hwas bed.

"I assume this is the room you would frequent whenever you'd visit? You were quick to enter this one when we first began to look around." Yunho eyed Hwa curiously as he moved about the space

"Honestly dude I don't really know, it just felt right to be in this one..for some reason it seems like im a stranger here, no matter how familiar it feels i can't seem to attain one memory of the past since we arrived here.'' he sighs as if having given up on trying to remember a thing.

"Maybe you just need time to adjust again after all it has been thirteen years. Maybe sometime tomorrow when we're fully settled in you can look around for some old photo books or something.'' Yunho assures him as he gets up from the bed

"Yeah you're right I should just give myself time to readjust.'' Yunho gives him a pat on the back as the two exit the room and make their way down the hallway. As the two made their way downstairs they could hear mingis loud voice complaining about the lack of food in the kitchen, followed by Jongho yelling and calling him a dumbass reminding him that they had literally just moved in hours ago. As if on cue the doorbell rang and to Seonghwas surprise an unfamiliar blondie stood on the other side of the door.

"Ah can we help you?'' Hwa asks the boy, quite confused at the sudden meeting of the handsome stranger.

"Ah are you seonghwa? Hongjoong said that you guys might be hungry so he asked me to cook something, he would have brought something by himself but something came up at his work so he didn't exactly have the time.'' The blonde male seemed to glance around the home curiously, slightly in awe as his eyes were finally taking in details of the interior rather than just the exterior.

"Ah, sorry about that come in, um your name is what by the way?'' Seonghwa asks as he steps aside and pulls the door open, allowing Hongjoongs friend to enter his home.

"Oh right Yeosang kang yeosang, i live in the house a few miles from here, the one on the hill that you can kinda see when youre making your way here down the dirt road.'' The man's curious eyes seemed to take in as many details of the home as he could, only stopping when Mingi poked his head out of the kitchen doorway and cried out thanks to the gods as his eyes landed on the food in his hand.

As the four of them filled their stomachs accompanied by the man they now knew, Yeosang Seonghwa finally addressed the boy's curiosity he seemed to have for the place.

"You seem interested in this place..I could always give you a tour if you'd like. I mean a friend of hongjoong is a friend of mine.'' he spoke leaning against the counter beside the blondie.

"I wouldn't let San hear you say that, you surely wouldn't be getting rid of him if he heard those words.'' Yeosang responds with a chuckle before looking over at seonghwa whose brows furrowed slightly at the mention of the unfamiliar 'San'.

"Ah right you haven't met San, i'm sure the two of you will cross paths eventually, anyways if you wouldnt mind please do show me around this place that fascinates me.'' Yeosangs eyes sparkled in delight at the mention of a tour. The mansion that had held so many secrets, the mansion his grandfather had warned him to stay away from, he found fascinating.

As the two walked the halls Seonghwa couldn't help but bring up what Yeosang had said back in the kitchen, about the old manor being fascinating to him.

"Hey if you don't mind me asking, back there in the kitchen you said the place fascinated you what exactly did you mean by that?'' Seonghwa asks expectantly, though Yeosang seemed taken aback at the question he didn't look at him as he answered.

"I've heard stories about this place from my grandfather, Though you haven't met San or wooyoung their aunts have told them lots about what they know of th place too. There were also many rumors going around as to why you left. My grandfather would always speak of voices from the walls or the sight of little children no one had ever seen before running through the woods behind the manor. He always told me to stay away from this place but the fascination only grew the more he told me. There was this thing he'd always say and of course I never understood. I always thought he was quite insane. 'The mice whisper at night, they tell me secrets of the woman that lives there, she doesn't seem to be very nice' he'd always say.''

"Mice? Your grandfather wouldn't happen to be the old man that was obsessed with the idea of having his own mice circus? Um Mr. luwensky?'' Seonghwa asked a little unsure of the name he provided in all honesty, he wasn't even sure if the old mice man he suddenly remembered was even a real person.

Yeosangs eyes widened at the mention of his grandfather, even if he had gotten the name wrong the fact that Seonghwa actually knew of his grandfather only strengthened yeosangs curiosity of the place. "Bobinsky , He said he had known the kid that lived here but i didn't think he was being honest when half of the things he said involved the 'talking mice'"

"He would get cheese deliveries here on occasion so i have been to his house a few times but i had never known him to have any children or grandchildren, back then i always thought of him to be a weird old man with a mice obsession.'' Seonghwa laughs and shakes his head, a smile decorated his face knowing he was finally able to remember the smallest of memory from his younger days

"Yeah I would only see him occasionally, when my parents died I moved in with him at the age of thirteen. It was an interesting experience to say the least but his influence has definitely sprung curiosity when it came to this old house.'' Yeosang continued to take in the home's details as the two went about.

"You said that he spoke about voices in the walls? And the woman that lived here no being very pleasant what did you mean by that exactly?'' Seonghwa asked curiously they were details of the house that he himself hadn't remembered

"I don't know exactly, which is the entire reason i've always been curious of the place, there were lots of things grandpa would say that i never really understood by the things he spoke about this place were always the most confusing.''

"Ah I see, well that's pretty much it for the tour, some rooms are still locked and we havent really had much time to go through and air out every single room." Seonghwa motions him to follow him back downstairs as they had finally finished up with the manor tour.

"I guess the place is normal after all, another one of grandpa's fantasies i suppose but still it was an honor being allowed into the place." Yeosang thanks Seonghwa once again before saying goodbye to the others.

"Hongjoong said to give you this in case you ever need anything, this has both of our number in case you need it and if you ever need anything he lives in his grandmas old place still, you now know where i am if you ever find yourself needing anything. We'll be by tomorrow just to see how you guys are and maybe go into town if you guys need.'' He bids them all a goodbye before leaving the manor.

That night Seonghwa found himself having an experience he hadn't had since he was thirteen. The night terrors that always sent him running to his parents room, they slowly began to trickle back

He was an outsider looking in, a witness to the hanus and horrid acts of she, the woman that lived many years ago. It was as if she was vapor, the air they breathed. They could not see him but he saw their every move. As he krept closer to the scene to confirm what his eyes had landed upon he found himself passing by a mirror. By quick glance Seonghwa found himself looking at his eleven year old self. Dismissing the image in the mirror he pushed past and moved in closer to the scene. The horrified screams of a child rang through the air as the button eyed woman tied them down and began to sew their mouth shut. Seonghwa opened his mouth to scream in horror but to his demise it was followed by silence. A silent scream for help, a silent plea for the woman to stop yet the harder he tried to scream it seemed the more the woman hurt them. Quicker than Seonghwa could blink the head of the woman as well as the child snapped towards him sending chills down his spine. The absolute terror in his tear filled eyes was prominent. It was as if he was now frozen in place, being stuck there he was forced to look on. He could now see all damage that had been done far before he had arrived upon the scene. The scars, the thread, the blood...the light blue buttons filled as a replacement for the eyes of the child.

"Help me Hwa, don't keep me here" the small boy called out to him before a high pitched shriek rang throughout the room. He then clasped his hands over his ears and screwed his eyes shut. He wanted to forget what he saw, to disappear and that was exactly what He had done disappeared or so he thought.  Seonghwa shot up in his bed, Sweat running down his forehead and tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes as he brought his knees to his chest. The nightmares he had as a child were nothing compared to that one. Back then the night terrors were all the same, ghost children with button eyes,or a woman in black but never anything like this, this one was much worse. Just when he began to tell himself it was just a dream  there was a knock on his door and in came mingi.

"I don't know if you heard that but i refuse to sleep alone, you, Jongho and Yunho downstairs immediately we're sleeping in the family room.'' it was the only thing he said before leaving Seonghwa alone once more to bask in the memory of the dream he had moments prior

[mother-snake]

Me: *looks at completed homework* *looks at Jessie* *looks at homework* Now that I have my freedom your heart is in danger once again. Be warned brave friend.

Also me: JANUS!! GET YOUR BLOND HEAD OUT HERE!!! I NEED YOU AGAIN!

faintly in the distance: noooooooo

~~~~~~~~

All the sides were wearing black.

They just got home from a very sad event that day, no one wanted to say the title out loud because they couldn't accept that he was gone. Rain hit the mindscape windows, similarly, tears were streaming down all of their faces.

After the event, all the sides went to their rooms. All except a certain dark blue side.

Logan was on the couch. Black suit being crumpled by the lax sitting position. In his shaking hands was held a letter. Everyone had at least one letter. Logan had the most with five letters. Each one had a number.

Logan grabbed the letter labeled #1

It was of medium size. White envelope contrasting with the red wax used to seal it. The only thing that marked that it was for him was the blue ink used to mark his name.

Trying not to tear the paper. Logan opened the letter and started to read.

Dear Logan,

I guess if you're reading this I'm gone. To that fact, I'm truly sorry. I wish I could be there. But this is for the best.

I suppose you know what happened to the dark side by now. If you don't well.... Its gone. Wrath, Apathy and Depression were just getting too powerful, it didn't matter how much I hid them away they still got to Thomas... and I can't have them destroying Thomas's life. I need to do my job, even if it kills me. I really did enjoy your company! I hope you know that.

Often times the only thing that could get me out of the bed in the morning was being able to see your face. Or being able to debate with you. Or seeing you talk about space for hours! God Logan, I could go on for hours about how you made my horrid life better. You were my best friend.

These letters are going to be written over a period of time. I don't think I have it in me to say goodbye to the 5 people who made my life tolerable all at once. I'm going to be writing one letter a day. Till tomorrow Logan?

~Deceit Sanders

Logan let out a steady breath. He refused to cry over the first letter. He debated over reading all of the letters at once but.... Janus said tomorrow... He'll read letter #2 the following day.

The next morning was just as somber. Logan sat on his bed and gripped the second letter.

This one was the same size, but the envelope was a light baby blue. The seal black. Logan opened it with just as much care as before.

Hello Logan

Another day, another migraine? I get it... Not the time for jokes. I just finished writing Roman's second letter. I always felt so bad for everything involving Roman.

I manipulated him, I told him lies, I compared him to his brother. Kinda makes me deserve this I have a feeling he might try something. Snake instincts. Watch him for me, please? You five need to be a family, I've witnessed what happens to sides to end up hating eachother. Its not pretty. You don't want that Logan.

I guess that is what makes me have to do this. If we only acted like a family I wouldn't have to do this. I wouldn't have to do a lot of things if the darks weren't pricks.

The stupid thing is that I know you would try to talk me out of this plan. And you're right. God you're always right. Why do you have to be right all the time? I wish I was right all the time. But its ok. I'll be the side who hides the truth.

Blessings and a curses, right?

I'll write to you again tomorrow Logan

~ Janus Deceit Sanders

Logan gulped in another breath. He could read that crossed out section... Janus was right. They have to be there for eachother.

Why don't they go watch Janus' favourite movies? That sounds like a fun way to remember someone. Logan got the others.

-time skip-

It was just passed midnight. Everyone else was asleep on the couch as Coraline played on the TV. Logan stared at the third letter. It was technically the next day.... Logan grabbed the letter.

This letters envelope was a burnt tan colour. Yellow wax acted as the seal.

My dear, Logan

I never wanted to be hugged so much then I do right now. I have to barricade my door to prevent Wrath from getting inside, he's always been a loud side.

I remember when I was nothing but a child -Virgil is ten years older then me. Did you know that? I forget that sometimes- I always had blond hair. I know that you and the other lights also have lighter coloured hair. Well anyway. Wrath hates my hair, says that I don't belong. I can also only do that little silencing trick when I'm on your side of the mind. And I can only automatically heal when on the light side too. Huh. I never released how long that list was. Maybe I'm just defective... That has to be it... Right?

I always looked up to you. You could tell people how it was and not cower when things go wrong. You truly are amazing Logan. You need to show the others that. I know that the others love and care for you. You need to accept that love logan! Please. Don't fall into a similar pit of despair I fell into so long ago. I never escaped that pit. Don't fall in it too.

I know how you like to cope Logan. You seek familiar things that remind you of that person. Thats why I did something for you. Under your bed is my all time favourite book, Good Omens, My favourite snacks and an USB with my playlist on it. I hope you love them as much as I did Logan. I'll write to you tomorrow.

~Janus Sanders

Janus wasn't lying when he found the little care package. Logan wasn't crying. Absolutely not! Patton was cooking with onions. Logan never released how much he loved chocolate covered pretzels and jazz until that moment.

The next day Logan didn't even bother to get dressed. He just grabbed the next letter. A soft pastel yellow with a blue seal. Logan tore it open, eger to read what the yellow side wrote next.

Dear Bluebell,

Kinda weird calling you that. But I guess I won't be alive long enough to see your negative reaction. Bluebells were always my favourite flower. Would it be rude to keep calling you bluebell? Well, I guess it's a little too late for that.

It just came to my attention that by this time tomorrow I'm going to be...Gone. I made the poison that would get rid of them. My venom is one of the only things that can kill a side. Would be a bit ironic dying from my own venom huh? Well, I might as well tell you my plan.

Do you remember that party you and the others snuck into? The masquerade? We're having another party tomorrow. And it was always my job to serve the wine. We can't have the others being suspicious to why I didn't drink my wine. They will be dead in less then ten minutes. My venom is painful. But it'll kill them. I'll kill them 10x over, I'm not looking forward to five minutes in where the venom shuts down your lungs.

Anyway, I'm a side known for plans right? Not always the best plans but it counts. I still remember debating with you as Patton. Maybe... Maybe I could sneak over today? Pathetic last wish, but I would love to have a hug and a movie. I'm going to head over to your side soon.

Bluebell Logan when I'm gone. I need you to do something for me. Don't let them forget me...Please. That is all I want. I don't want my body to be left inside of that empty house. I don't want to die next to the people I hate the most. All I ever wanted was to see you smile. I'll see you later today.

~Bumblebee

Logan was crying. That day... Janus asked for a hug and a movie.

He only gave Janus a hug after the look of heart break was too much for him to bear. Logan didn't wait to grab the next letter.

My Beloved Bluebell

Today is the day, I never thought I would admit this but... I'm scared. Do you think that there is Heaven and Hell for sides? If there is I guess I'm going to hell. Suicide is a sin. Not like anything else I've done deserves heaven.

I don't have very long for this letter. 30 minutes. I have 30 minutes till my heart stops. God I'm terrified. This is the last letter I'm writing Logan. I finished writing Virgil's letters yesterday. All thats left is your letter. And holy fuck I'm scared.

I have to do this, I overheard Wrath making a plan to overthrow the mind. I can't let that happen. I would fail at my only job. It doesn't matter if I'm scared or not, I need to do my job. Thomas would suffer if I didn't.

20 minuites, I have ten minutes till the party. My hand is shaking. Can you tell from my writing? I hope you can still read this. If you can't the letter is pointless.

Logan, I know that this is never something you would reciprocate but...

I love you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to take you to the moon for a honeymoon and take you dancing among the stars. I wanted to be the tired husband that has to deal with your legionds of roommates. Logan I love you so god damn much I can't put it into words. I know you could never love me though. Its ok.

Take care of yourself for me please. Don't let your beautiful family fall apart. Don't let the despair of my death cause one of yours. Don't let one of the others blame themselves. This is no ones fault but mine.

I love you

~Janus Sanders

Logan dropped the letter and let out the most agonizing scream that could ever come out of his mouth. He cried. He cried and cried and cried. He cried until no more sound came out and his eyes burned.

He didn't notice when the other four came into the room and held him close.

All Logan did was trace the words on the page.

"I love you too, my bumblebee."

The sides could only feel the hole in their heart grow bigger.

~~~~~

I made myself sad again. I CAN'T EVEN CRY! MY PARENTS ARE IN THE ROOM! Curse my own brain ;-;

Here it is!

[fantasticstoryteller]

New Dynasty Chapter 34

“No,” Peter said flatly into his phone. Both Arachne and Wade turned to look at him. “Yes, I know that—no, as a matter of fact, I haven’t.” Peter scowled and Arachne got up to go to Wade, looking anxious. “I—all right.” Peter sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, like he was starting to get a headache. “Yeah, I’ll be there. No, I’m not going to the Tower; I don’t start work until tomorrow and I’m not setting foot there until then.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be at the scene. Well, tell the rest of them that they can just catch up.” He firmly closed the phone. “And Tony had better have turned off that Emotional Feedback System,” he muttered.

“Got to go hero?” asked Wade.

Peter sighed again and went over to the love seat where the two of them were. “Yeah. There are more of those blobs popping up and since I was the one who figured out where they were last time—” He shrugged. “Besides, they also want me to spin webs to catch as many as I can. Not that it’ll help,” he added. “When those things come into contact with my webs they turn pink and burn through.”

“Do you want me to help?” asked Arachne. “I’m pretty fast at spinning.”

[She is at that.]

{No, we don’t want a child where things randomly explode. Especially not this child.}

Peter reached over and tousled her hair. “I know that, but I don’t want to find out if you’re also good at dodging,” he said firmly. “The blobs explode. The most important thing is that you stay safe.”

“Aye, el capitano,” said Wade with a salute.

Peter grinned and kissed him. “Stay safe, both of you,” he ordered before getting his suit and leaving. He always waited until he was a few blocks away before changing into his Spiderman costume.

“Is he going to be okay?” asked Arachne.

“Of course! He’s Spiderman,” Wade said. “Besides, the rest of the merry crew will do anything they need to protect Peter.” They knew how much the man meant to Wade—and that he was perfectly capable of destroying the city. Which, Wade realized he wouldn’t anymore—not as long as Arachne was safe.

[Seems odd. I mean, villain attacks don’t really repeat unless it’s relevant to the plot.]

{We need more information.}

“We do,” Wade said with a nod. “Baby girl, how do you feel about a field trip?”

She tilted her head to one side, eyes narrowed as she considered. “What’s a field trip?” she asked.

Wade was startled to realize that she’d never been to school. Of course she didn’t know what a field trip was. “A field trip is where we go somewhere and have fun—strictly for educational purposes.”

“Like the trip to the toy store so that Coraline could see what I like? She said she’s working on making a new series for children.”

“Just like.” Wade smiled. “We’re going to visit some of my friends—”

[Ha! You call them friends? He ratted you out!]

{It was only the once and he did spread the word not to touch Spiderman.}

[I still hate him.]

“And I’m going to ask them some stuff. So! Let’s get ready.” Arachne nodded, went to her room, changed her clothes, and came back out. She was wearing a light pink dancing leotard with a dark pink tutu and the ever present fairy wings. She was also wearing her dress shoes.

“Is it okay if I bring my ball?” she asked as she tossed it from hand to hand.

Wade recognized it as one of the ones she’d made from her webbing. “Sure,” he said. He was already in his Deadpool suit. “Let’s go,” he said holding out a hand. She took it and they walked down to the elevator.

She stared around, eyes wide in wonder, as the neighborhood they walked through steadily got shadier and shadier until they reached a certain building.

[Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.]

{Yeah, this place is always violent. What if we walk in while someone's killing someone else?}

“It’ll be fine,” Deadpool told the boxes as they walked in.

Weasel looked up from the bar and his eyes widened. “Deadpool, what the fuck? You brought a child here?”

“This is my child,” Deadpool said as he made his way through the smoky atmosphere towards the bar. “And I came to see all my friends.” A chorus of snorts and chuckles went up among the inhabitants. The only reason no one tried to kill him—they all knew he wouldn't die. He set Arachne up on the bar. “Tell the man what you want to drink, Sweetie,” he said.

Arachne turned her wide amber eyes on Weasel. “May I have some juice, please?” she asked politely.

“Oh! How sweet!” said one of the ever-present hookers as she sashayed up to the table. This one was wearing a pink sequined dress that looked like it had been glued on. “What’s your name, Sweetie?” she asked with a sly look at Deadpool.

“Arachne,” the child answered. “May I have your name, please? And your dress is really pretty.” Arachne reached out and gently touched one of the sequins. “It’s so sparkly,” she added.

The hooker squealed and picked the child up. “You are such a sweetheart!” she said. “Weasel, put her drink on my tab. Come on Sweetie, let me introduce you to my coworkers.”

Deadpool watched with amusement as the hookers and female mercenaries flocked around the child. She was in good hands.

[Certainly well painted ones. Any chance of luring Weasel out of the city so we can kill him?]

{He’s too useful to kill.}

“Got that right.”

Weasel sighed as he began cleaning a glass. “I don’t even want to know what your voices are saying,” he said. “Why are you here, Deadpool?”

“I came for the same reason I always come Weasel,” Deadpool said with a grin. “I need information. And yes,” he added when Weasel opened his mouth, “I’ll pay for it. I always do.”

“You always do.” Weasel sighed. “Information on what?”

Deadpool glanced over at Arachne. It seemed that one of the female mercs was teaching her how to pick locks.

[Is that a good idea? She’s already a bit of an escape artist?]

{I think it’s a great idea to make sure she can’t be locked up again.}

“Someone keep summoning blobs that explode. Any idea why?” asked Deadpool turning back to the bartender.

“You would ask a hard one. Okay, word is that someone is trying to use those blobs to build a gate.”

“A gate?”

Weasel shrugged. “No one knows what for,” he said. “Just that they’re trying to build a gate. And the first wave of blobs,” he added, “were a fluke.”

Deadpool looked back towards Arachne at the sound of several gasps. The girl was on the floor and had lifted the table to get something that had rolled underneath the joined legs. There were currently two hookers sitting on said table and Arachne didn’t even look like she was straining. She got the item, put the table back down, and crawled back out.

“Oh, holy shit,” swore Weasel staring at her.

Deadpool only grinned. “Told you she was mine.”

[hedgiwithapen]

every single solitary time I see anything about how scary coraline is and “ oh kids think it’s an adventure but adult’s think it’s terrifying/ actually the kid who read it as a test was terrified she just lied to her mum”  I just sorta blink and wonder if I read the right book.  (then again the weeping angels also did absolutely nothing for me. so ??) which is funny as hell bc I’m a coward, I had nightmares about interstellar, about day after tomorrow, ever after (look the book burning scene was traumatic ok), about the kid’s show Doug and  /my own bedsheets when I was a child/ but like coraline was an afternoon on the 4th floor of the library and then I put on the ‘read this’ shelf and grabbed a Willo Davis Roberts mystery and then went home.   

[thetimelordbatgirl]

DC OCs Masterpost

New Titans Verse:

The New Titans: Summary of Series: TBA.

Name: Sparrow/Primrose ‘Prim’ Davis.  Side: Good.  Love Interest: Jadestar/Tessond’r.  Voiceclaim: Hailee Steinfeld. 

Name: Jadestar/Tessond’r.  Side: Good.  Love Interest: Sparrow/Primrose ‘Prim’ Davis.  Voiceclaim: Christina Valenzuela. 

Name: Dark Omen/Coraline Cameron.  Side: Good.  Voiceclaim: Sofia Wylie. 

Name: Tidebreaker/Rickey Dalton.  Side: Good.  Love Interest: Night Bolt/Esmeralda Tindol.  Voiceclaim: Seth Green. 

Name: Seaspray/Mickey Dalton. Side: Good.  Voiceclaim: Brandon Mychal Smith. 

Name: Timber/Silas Alexander. Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: Mark Hamill.

Name: Bloodwing/Tobias Cameron. Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton. 

Name: Razor/Varick Joseph.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: Booboo Stewart. 

Name: Firehunter/Iando’r.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: Sean Astin. 

Name: Karma/Serenity Carrier.  Side: Good. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Green Lantern/Danielle ‘Dani’ Archer.  Side: Good.  Love Interest: Hawkwing/Ketor Vael.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Kaisa/Aurora Raymond.  Side: Good. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Jumpbug/Carlos Hernandez.  Side: Good.  Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Wasp/Christian Mennings.  Side: Good.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Hawkwing/Ketor Vael.  Side: Good.  Love Interest: Green Lantern/Danielle ‘Dani’ Archer. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Silver Hornet/Baxter Harkmen.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Seeloh.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Keres/Natalie Lewis.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Mind Bender/Hailey Baker.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Hawkmoth. Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: BA.

Name: Lazeph.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Samara.  Side: Good.  Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Night Bolt/Esmeralda Tindol.  Side: Neutral.  Love Interest: Tidebreaker/Rickey Dalton. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Ember Girl/Hestia Sonnet.  Side: Good. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Frost Boy/Aspen Sonnet.  Side: Good. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Vine Master/Wilfred Romer. Side: Good. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Dark Shade/Terrence Vixen.  Side: Good. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Falling Inside The Black: Summary of Series: TBA.

Name: Black Hood/Andrea Kyle.  Side: Neutral.  Love Interest: Balthazar/Eric Larson.  Voiceclaim: Selina Gomez. 

Name: Balthazar/Eric Larson. Side: Neutral. Love Interest: Black Hood/Andrea Kyle.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Storm Girl/Connie Heck.  Side: Neutral.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Trick Girl/June Driver.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Purple Obsidian/Dorothy ‘Dot’ Dixon.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Malestorm/Percy Heck.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

The New Outlaws: Summary of Series: TBA. 

Name: Cybershot/Violet Davenport.  Side: Good.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Fantasia/Cameron Parsons. Side: Good. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Rosethorn/Julia ‘Julie’ Heyde.  Side: Good. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Warped/Karl Findley.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Magnum/Jared Newton.  Side: Evil. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Darkstar. Side: Evil.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Stories in their own universes:

Heroes of Gotham Academy (Next Gen): Summary of Series: TBA. 

Name: Robin/Dalia Wayne.  Parent(s): Damien Wayne and Mia/Maps Mizoguchi.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Martin Wayne.  Parent(s): Damien Wayne and Mia/Maps Mizoguchi.  Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Purple Starling/Kale Grayson.  Parent(s): Dick Grayson and Starfire.  Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Oscar Mizoguchi.  Parent(s): Olive Silverlock and Kyle Mizoguchi.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Supergirl/Joy Kent. Parent(s): Jon Kent. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Dark Aura/Freddy Ray. Parent(s): Pomeline Fritch and Heathcliff Ray.  Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Mind Girl/Willow Quinn-Isley.  Parent(s): Harley Quinn and Pamela Isley (adopted). Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Gavin Rivera.  Parent(s): Colton Rivera.  Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Patrick Karlo.  Parent(s): Katherine Karlo (Adopted). Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Erin Jorgenson.  Parent(s): Eric Jorgenson.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Victoria Grey.  Parent(s): Tristen Grey.  Voiceclaim: TBA.

Next Justice League: Heroes of Tomorrow (DC version of Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow): Summary of first book: Whenever the forces of evil have threatened mankind, Earth's First Line of Defense, The Justice League, were there to stop them- until they made the ultimate sacrifice in their final fight with the New God, Steppenwolf. Now the time has come for the children of the Justice League to rise as the new heroes of tomorrow and to avenge their parents' deaths. Holly (daughter of Batman and Catwoman), Damen (son of Wonder Woman), Lara (daughter of Superman), Nora (daughter of the Flash) and the arrow-slinging daughter of Green Arrow and Black Canary along with the will powered daughter of Green Lantern have to come together along with any help they get to finish Steppenwolf off as the next Justice League! Quotev Link

Summary of second book: In wake of the defeat of the New God, Steppenwolf, the world is slowly being freed from the control of Parademons, as the new Justice League are slowly working on returning the world back to normal. But, just as they think they on the route to a better world, another New God named Darkseid, arrives and plans to take over, with the new Justice League being at the top of his enemies list. Having to face a new enemy, the new Justice League, with the help of new allies, find themselves facing the ultimate test as the new Justice League. Quotev Link

Name: Holly Wayne.  Parent(s): Batman and Catwoman. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Damen.  Parent(s): Wonder Women. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Lara Kent. Parent(s): Superman and Lois Lane. Voicclaim: TBA.

Name: Nora Allen. Parent(s): Flash and Iris West. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Green Arrow II/Layla Queen.  Parent(s): Green Arrow and Black Canary. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Green Lantern/Nova Jordan. Parent(s): Green Lantern and Carol Ferris. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Young Justice: Legacy:  Summary of Series: Its the year 2036, and by then, the YJ team that had once been founded by so called sidekicks had become fledged heroes, some in the Justice League, some still solo, and some having retired already- and all in their own way have their families. When a new Lantern ring flies to Earth and attracts the attention of Cadmus and even the Light though, new Heroes must step up to the call, and continue the legacy of their parents/mentors....even it means dealing with enemies of the past, and new.... Quotev Link  NOTE: WAS WRITTEN BEFORE S3 AND THEREFORE, ANYTHING S3 IS NOT IN IT. 

*Nightingale/Phoebe Grayson- child of Nightwing and Zatanna.  *Aura/Justin Grayson- eldest child of Nightwing and Zatanna.  *Fate/George Grayson- child of Nightwing and Zatanna.  *Kid Flash III/Hope West- twin child of Wally and Artemis. *Impulse II/Faith West- twin child of Wally and Artemis.  *Kid Martian/Brandon Kent- eldest child of Miss Martian and Superboy.  *Supergirl/Eleanor Kent- middle child of Miss Martian and Superboy.  *Speedy II/Arya Harper- middle child of Will and Jade Harper.  *Aqualad/Horatio- adopted child of Kaldur’ahm.  *Aquagirl/Phillida- child of Kaldur’ahm.  *Hornet/Anthony Duncan- eldest child of Mal and Bumblebee.  *Yellow Wasp II/Carlos Duncan- child of Mal and Bumblebee.  *Kid Lantern/Ryleigh Croft- Green Lantern in training. 

*Red Hood/Lian Harper- eldest child of Will and Jade- take on canon character. *Orange Lantern/Dominic Croft- Orange Lantern currently.  *Edward Grayson- adopted child of Nightwing and Zatanna.  *Serenity Kent- youngest child of Miss Martian and Superboy. *Sawyer Harper- youngest child of Will and Jade. *Cooper West- child of Wally and Artemis.  *Luna West- youngest child of Wally and Artemis. *Harrison Duncan- child of Mal and Bumblebee.  *Genesis Duncan- youngest child of Mal and Bumblebee. 

The New Adventures of Batman Beyond: Summary: TBA.

Name: Robin AKA Anissa Holmes.  Side: Good.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Dark DC Universe:

Justice League: Twisted Morals:  Summary of Book: TBA. 

Name: Phantom Spectre/Enola Rhodes.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Peacebringer/Ophelia.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Green Lantern/Rowan Astor.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Super X/Caleb. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Wavepool/Kadrex.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Blur/Lincoln Lauder.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Unnamed Universe Currently:

The Kids Aren’t Alright: Summary of Series: TBA.

Name: Robin I/Pandora Dallas.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Name: Robin II/Ruth Rowley.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Red Robin: Summary: TBA.

Name: Red Wing/Bianca Mitchell.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Red Hood: Summary: TBA.

Name: Hit Girl/Natalia Trevino.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

Teen Titans: Next Generation: Summary: TBA.

Name: Nightstar/Mar’i Grayson. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Nightingale/Venus Grasyon.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Jake Grayson. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Shifter/Trevor Logan. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Rose Logan. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Crow/Michael Roth.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Azure/Christina Roth.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Dragonfly/Edwin Stone. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Danny Stone. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA. 

[aziraphalesrarebooks]

Day 14- Eggnog

Various locations, London

 The staff Christmas party was in just a few days. It was the one night of the year where the entire staff was off and of course, required to be in attendance. There would be plenty of booze and food to be had, along with gifts and holiday cheer. 

 The house was a buzz of energy and excitement. In the kitchen, three women spoke of a shopping trip in the upcoming week for new holiday dresses in hopes of tempting their crushes. 

 “I think it’s a great idea, Liz, really,” Crowley said with a grin. Spending their entire Christmas bonus on a new dress guaranteed to never be worn again? It could easily be written as a temptation in his book and get Dagon off his ass for a few days. A true Christmas miracle. 

 Liz raised an eyebrow at him, “What about you Coraline? Hm? Plan on dressing up for a certain gardener?” she teased. 

  He blushed, unable to control the heat that crept up the back of his neck and cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, looking down at his feet and certainly not towards the two maids who were now grinning cheekily at him.

“Coraline!” laughed Sarah, “You know he’s sweet on you!”

 “Exactly, oh!” exclaimed Liz, “You should get something that shows a bit of skin! Honey, show a man some cleavage and tell ‘em whose boss and you’ve got him!”

 Crowley had turned red from the tip of his nose to the top of his chest, this was not behavior becoming of a demon such as himself. He wondered how his simple temptation had suddenly been turned around on him, “Girls, he’s not interested in me like that.” He'd know, it wasn't like he hadn't been trying to get Aziraphale to notice him in that way for the last six thousand years. 

 Sarah snorted as Liz rolled her eyes.

 “Please! Honey, you don’t bring someone bouquets and plant their favorite flowers if you aren’t interested in them. He’s probably just shy!”

 Sarah nodded, “you don’t see the way he watches you when you walk away.”

 He tapped the side of his wine glass, a bottle they’d procured from the wine stores below the kitchen. Then, he sighed, “alright, tomorrow morning I’m off and so are the two of you.”

 “Yes!” said Liz, turning to high five Sarah, already making plans for a girls day out. 

   The next morning dawned bright and early, he’d hardly slept at all, especially once a certain three-year-old had found his way into his Nanny’s bed and was currently somehow taking up the entire mattress despite his size.

 He carefully lifted the child and returned him to his bed, then began to dress.

 His casual clothes as  Coraline Ashtoreth  were less constricting, softer and more flattering. He dressed carefully, pulling on a comfortable blouse, blazer, and jeans. He did his makeup as usual before deciding to allow his hair to hang in loose curls around his face.

 He was nervous, he knew clothing and he knew temptations; however, he’d never known the angel to be easily swayed and could only imagine what Aziraphale would do if he thought he was being tempted into something.

 The truth was, even if Aziraphale did for some reason decide to kiss him, hold him, do all the things Crowley so desperately wanted; nothing would come of it. Nothing good could come of it, no matter how much he wished it. 

 Aziraphale was his friend and the time for anything more developing between them was over and had been for a very long time. The moment he fell, Aziraphale put him out of mind. Which was fine. Yes, it hurt but he’d had time to come to terms with the fact Aziraphale didn’t want him in that way. He could love the angel and that would be enough.

 Crowley just hoped the night didn’t end in disaster.

   “Come out, Cor!” said Liz from outside the dressing room. They’d ended up in Knightsbridge after a brunch he’d paid for at a restaurant well above their paygrade. He liked them well enough and didn’t mind using a minor demonic miracle so they wouldn’t question how the Nanny could afford to eat at the  Mayfair .

 They’d been trying on dresses for the last two hours, Liz and Sarah had already purchased their own; and if by some chance both dresses rang up significantly less than on the tag, it was just a nice surprise that he certainly had nothing to do with.

 The dress was floor length with a deep plunging v-neckline. The slinky black material was adorned with silver sequined Celtic knots that accentuated his curves beautifully. Looking at himself in the mirror, he gulped.

 He opened the door to the dressing room and slowly stepped out, feeling much more self-conscious about himself that he had in the past.

 Sarah elbowed Liz and her mouth fell open, “Oh honey, you have to get it! Francis won’t know what hit ‘em!”

 He was starting to flush again, an excited flutter in his abdomen churning, “alright.”

   The day of the party, Crowley, Liz, and Sarah met for lunch followed by a brief spa day. Nails were manicured and hair perfectly coifed.

 They’d returned to Liz’s flat to get dressed, gossiping about the other staff and their new favorite person of topic; Francis.

 Once they were dressed, a cap arrived to take them to the Bulgari Hotel.

 The two women had excitedly been chattering beside him, mainly about David, one of the new secret service agents that had been assigned to the residence only two months prior.

   He’d yet to see Aziraphale, he knew he was going to be in attendance, it was expected of them and he’d mentioned that he would see him there.

Besides, when did Aziraphale ever turn down free food?

   He was feeling pleasantly buzzed between the eggnog and cranberry cocktails that he’d been consuming since they arrived.

 “Don’t look now, but your man is over there by the punch.” Said Liz, elbowing him not so subtly. 

 For the hundredth time that day, he flushed. He was a demon, the creator of original sin and fallen Archangel… who also happened to be completely besotted with an idiot and was unable to control the blood flow to his face. 

 He flicked his long curls over his shoulder, tipped back his third cocktail and sauntered towards Aziraphale, hips swaying seductively as he moved across the floor. 

 “Angel,” he purred as he came to stand beside his friend. He was dressed in clothes more similar to what he typically wore than his typical outfit as Francis. 

 When he turned to look at him he dropped the mini-quiche he was holding, his eyebrows raising into his hairline. “C-Crowley!” he stuttered, “what are you doing dressed like  that !”

 The demon frowned, “just wanted to look nice tonight, angel.”

 “Oh, of course.” Aziraphale, Crowley realized looked hurt and he couldn’t figure out why.

 He grinned at his friend, ladling some of the drink into the mug in his hand before passing it to Aziraphale, “try the eggnog, I have on good authority it has been spiked no less than three times.”

 Aziraphale nodded his head, a slight smile replacing his uncertain expression as he accepted a mug.

   They ended up sitting at the same table as one another while Crowley’s new friends went off to dance.

 Aziraphale sighed, glancing at the demon beside him, “Dear, you look lovely tonight.”

 Crowley felt heat rise to his face, “thankss, Angel, so do you.”

 Aziraphale looked away, tapping his fingers on the white linen cloth. “James has been looking at you all evening, as has Evan and Thomas.”

 Crowley shrugged, “part of the job, temptation and all that.”

 “Of course, of course… it’s just, I wouldn’t mind you dancing with them if you wished, I know I’m not the best company.”

 Crowley tilted his head, gazing at Aziraphale intently, “I’d rather sit here with you than get groped by inexperienced men any day.”

 The angel visibly relaxed but refused to meet his eyes, “but you like dancing, Crowley.”

 “Well, if we’re being honest here Angel, I’d hoped you’d saved a dance for me,” he winked.

 Aziraphale’s featured betrayed his shock momentarily before slightly nodding, “Well, then… that’s,” he swallowed, “My dear, would you care to dance?”

 Red lips pulled into a wide smile, “yeah, I think I would.”

   Aziraphale clumsily led Crowley towards the dance floor, placing his arms in the proper spots as he stiffly began to lead.

 Crowley chuckled warmly, “Angel, nobody dances like this anymore.”

 The angel huffed, furrowing his brow and pursing his lip in annoyance.

 “Here, like this Angel,” whispered Crowley as he pulled the angel flush against him, taking the opportunity to wind his arms around the angel.

 It was a bit awkward at first, but by the end of the song, they were happily swaying to the tune.

 One song, then another.

 As the notes faded on the third song, Crowley felt Aziraphale pull away.

“We can’t dear, you know we can’t.”

 Crowley nodded, “I know Angel.”

 Aziraphale opened his mouth the speak before deciding better, instead, he glanced around the room before leaning over to place a small kiss on Crowley’s cheek.

 The demon felt warm the rest of the night. 

   It had been years since the party at the Bulgari Hotel, years since a stolen peck on the cheek and years since they  finally  confessed their love for one another.

 Aziraphale had decided It was past time to clean out the demon’s wardrobe that had somehow managed to make its home in piles on their bedroom floor and every surrounding flat surface.

 Between the two of them, there were several piles of designer clothing to be given away to charity. The closet had nearly been cleared, as had the piles laying around their bedroom.

 Aziraphale was pleased he could once again use their chairs and see the hardwood floor of their bedroom.

 The angel was rummaging around for more items to donate when his fingers brushed across a familiar garment.

 “Oh Crowley,” whispered Aziraphale as he pulled out the long dress from its spot in their closet, “you still have it.”

 “Hm?” he asked, not looking up from the pile of belts he was looking through.

 “The dress!”

 He glanced towards Aziraphale, ducking his head when he realized what he was holding, “Oh, course, Angel. It was a lucky dress.”

 Aziraphale leans over to give him a quick peck, “dear, perhaps you could wear this to dinner soon. It would be lovely to see you in the dress that sparked many  inspiring  dreams.”

 “Ngk,” he replied as a heavy flush bloomed across his face and neck.