#Follow My Lead! (hidden sanctuary)

[classico-fazbear]

"Don’t go. Please." Gretel? Letting herself be even just slightly vulnerable? Yes, surprisingly! [fazeruined]

Freddy freezes up at the pleading words, a small gasp escaping him.

Slowly, he looks down at the young girl, the young survivor who came to him on a stormy night, seemingly out of nowhere. The child whom he gained so much respect for rather quickly, this little lady who proved to be so hurt...yet hardened, headstrong, and determined...showing such a side of vulnerability, that her walls came down for him. It meant a lot to the animatronic, that she cared about him in this way, even just a little bit. It was more meaningful to him than she probably would ever know and it was all the harder for the mascot to go on with his farewell.

To let another one go.

The expression Freddy wore looked sadder and sadder by the second as a frown crossed his muzzle. The bear didn't want to leave her here, in fact, he was so tempted to just scoop her up and run the opposite way. He remained right on the outskirts of the town, though, the very edge he often refused to cross, for he feared it in a strange sort of way, like entering was just taboo. He didn't want to let her be alone, either, within the streets and maze-like alleys...but he knew that there were humans there, adults who, perhaps, could provide for a child a whole lot better than he could, if she let them. He was just a robot, after all. And although the mascot had been created to entertain children he scarcely had the means or knowledge to help Gretel, as much as his whirring servos wanted to will him to...it wasn't...logical.

He hoped one day, if she ever looked back, she'd understand this better.

"...I have to go, I'm sorry." Fazbear said softly, his tone slightly strained as he knelt down to be more level with the girl. "You do too, whatever answers you seek, my dear...I cannot provide them...I will only slow you down." There came a sigh, but then the bear looked Gretel dead in the eyes, placing a gentle paw on her shoulder. "I believe in you. Do what you must and you will succeed, remember that for me?"

The animatronic almost wanted to ask her to not forget him but part of him wondered if he truly deserved that.

// @fazeruined

[soulprompts]

right place, right time prompts.

so i got watching a ton of new tv shows lately, and it occurred to me that actually i do love it when characters are unexpectedly saved by someone who just happened to be exactly in the right place at precisely the correct moment, yk? and i failed to think of the right name, so the title of this list is entirely thanks to a very dear friend of mine who informed me! so here's a list, i hope you guys love it, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR EDIT IT!!! i like to edit them over time as new ideas come to me.

[ ALIBI ]: the sender provides a false alibi to protect the receiver from legal issues.

[ HAND ]: the sender suddenly arrives to grab the receiver's hand before they fall to their death

[ CAR ]: the sender arrives on scene as the impromptu getaway driver for the receiver (who hadn't been expecting it).

[ FATAL ]: the sender unwittingly arrives on scene when the receiver is being attacked, and to protect the receiver, they kill the assailant.

[ DISTRACT ]: the sender provides a diversion so the receiver can escape a dangerous situation.

[ OUT COLD ]: the sender knocks out an assailant before they can seriously wound the receiver.

[ DUNNO ]: the sender lies about the location of the receiver in order to protect them from pursuers.

[ FAKE ]: the sender, in a situation where they're forced to kill the receiver, only pretends to kill the receiver and takes their "dead" body away in the car.

[ SACRIFICE]: the sender sacrifices their life to ensure the receiver's survival.

[ BACK-UP ]: the sender arrives just in time to help the receiver in a fight.

[ EXCUSES ]: the sender provides an excuse for the receiver to stay at an event where they shouldn't be.

[ HIDDEN ]: the sender hides the receiver from pursuers.

[ SHELTER ]: the sender finds the unconscious receiver and brings them to a safe place.

[ HERO ]: the sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

[ RUN! ]: the sender tackles the attacker so the receiver can make a safe get-away.

[ FIGHT ]: the sender fights off the assailants so the receiver can flee to safety.

[ INTERCEPT ]: the sender unexpectedly emerges and stands between the receiver and a threat.

[ MISDIRECTION ]: the sender points a group of pursuers in the opposite direction to buy the receiver some time to hide.

[ SANCTUARY ]: the sender opens the door when the receiver knocks in search of help, and brings them into their home.

[ REPUTATION ]: the sender, being somewhat infamous in the area, arrives when the receiver is being hassled, causing the assailants to flee rather than risk the consequences of crossing them.

[ RECOGNIZE ]: the sender pretends to know the receiver in order to help them avoid unwanted attention.

[ AFAR ]: the sender incapacitates, distracts or kills an assailant from a distance to protect the receiver.

[ FRIENDS ]: the sender, unable to attend directly, sends friends over to protect the receiver when they encounter a threat.

[ NEGOTIATE ]: the sender intervenes in a tense situation and manages to smoothly persuade a potential threat to leave the receiver alone.

[ BRIBE ]: the sender gives a threat a significant amount of money to leave the receiver alone.

[ ANNOUNCE ]: the sender issues a declaration that the receiver is under their protection, assuring all potential attackers that any attempts will result in a brutal retaliation from them.

VERBAL PROMPTS:

" they're with me. "

" i was with them all night. "

" hey! these guys bothering you? "

" i wouldn't do that if i were you. "

" you must've really pissed those guys off, huh? "

" follow my lead... "

" don't worry. you're safe here. i won't let anyone hurt you. "

" you're lucky i found you when i did; those people were right down the street. "

" get in the car! now! "

" i'm gonna buy you as much time as i possibly can. make it count, okay? get out of here. now! "

" you can come out now. they're long gone. "

" nobody's going to hurt you like that again. "

[ginkgooou]

somewhere only we know | alexia putellas

summary: after years apart, you return to barcelona and unexpectedly reunite with alexia, your childhood best friend. a lot of unresolved feelings come to the surface.

warnings: slight angst, but happy ending (kind of)

i listened to the song when this idea popped into my head. so, it's loosely based on that. i hope you enjoy! :)

english is not my first language!

2,998 words

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you hadn't been back to barcelona in years.

walking through the familiar streets felt surreal, like stepping into a memory that was both vivid and distant. the neighborhoods, the cafés and the smell of the sea carried traces of the past - of your childhood, of the life you'd once lived here. yet, one place stood out more than anything else in your mind: the old tree on the hill, overlooking the city - the secret spot only you and alexia knew about.

alexia.

the thought of seeing her again after all these years made your heart race. you had been childhood friends, inseparable from the moment you met on the first day of school.

alexia was the one who could always make you laugh when you were feeling down, the one who truly understood you in ways no one else did, she was your best friend and maybe something more, though you hadn’t fully realized it at the time.

despite your different personalities, your connection was undeniable. she was a force to be reckoned with, exuding strength and confidence that drew people to her like a magnet. you, on the other hand, were quiet - reserved, incredibly shy, preferring books over people.

but alexia liked that about you.

whenever life got too hectic or overwhelming for her, she found refuge in your calm presence, coming over to your house and spending time with you. as you got older, she began dragging you along on little adventures - just the two of you, away from the noise and chaos.

when she needed the quiet, alexia usually took you hiking. she loved pulling you away from the bustling city and into the peace of nature, where the two of you could just breathe. you’d follow her lead, letting her guide you through the winding paths, her steps always sure and steady. sometimes you’d talk - about school, your dreams, football, or whatever was on your mind. other times, you’d walk in comfortable silence. you didn't need words all the time; it was often enough just to know that the other was there.

it was during one of those hikes, when you were around 15, that you stumbled upon your secret spot.

it was a warm afternoon, the sun filtering through the trees as you and alexia made your way up the familiar hill near barcelona. you walked in silence for most of the way, only exchanging a few words now and then. halfway up, alexia spotted a hidden, narrow path veering off to the side. she turned to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “come on, let’s see where this goes.”

for a moment, you hesitated, but never one to deny alexia anything, you quickly found yourself following her lead, stepping off the beaten path and into the woods.

as you ventured deeper, the trees around you grew thicker and the air became cooler. after a few minutes of weaving through the bushes and ducking under low-hanging branches, you finally broke through the underbrush and stepped out into a small clearing. there, standing tall at the edge of the forest, was an old tree, its thick branches stretching out and casting shadows on the grass. you could see the city below you, bathed in the golden glow of the afternoon sun.

“this is amazing.”, you murmured, coming to a stop next to the tree and taking in the view.

alexia grinned beside you, equally in awe. “it’s perfect.”, she said softly.

you spent hours there, talking and laughing, the world around you fading away. it became your sanctuary. a secret place to escape the noise, to escape reality and simply be yourselves.

when everything became too much, you and Alexia would find your way back to that old tree, finding peace in each other’s presence.

but it was also at that spot, that tree, where everything changed.

it was only a year later that you found out your father had gotten a job in new york, and you would be moving away in just a couple of weeks. you didn’t know how to break the news to alexia, unsure of how she’d react, so you carried the secret around for a while.

but, when you found yourself sitting beneath the tree once again and with the departure date approaching, you knew it was time to tell her.

you glanced at alexia beside you, her eyes closed, leaning against the tree with her hand resting comfortably on your knee. the moment felt so peaceful, too perfect to disrupt it with what you were about to tell her. you felt your nerves rising, your heart pounding in your chest.

finally, taking a deep breath, you broke the silence. “i need to tell you something.”, you said quietly.

alexia’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice, turning her head toward you with furrowed brows, her eyes full of concern. “what’s wrong?”, she asked, giving your knee a gentle squeeze.

you couldn’t meet her eyes, knowing you'd break if you looked at her. instead, you stared on the ground, searching for the right words. “it’s about my family.”, you finally managed to say. “we’re moving. to new york.”

the silence that followed felt like an eternity, stretching between you, as she processed your words. “what?” her voice was full of disbelief. she let go of you and stood up, pacing around. “what do you mean you’re moving?”

you still didn’t look at her, fidgeting with your fingers, trying to find the courage to speak. “my dad got a job in new york. we have to go.”, you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

alexia came to a stop in front of you. when you finally looked up, you watched her face turn from shock to confusion, then to hurt. “when?”, she asked, her voice trembling.

“in two weeks…”, you told her, struggling to hold back tears as you saw the heartbreak on her face, a look you never wanted to see.

“b-but…i don’t want you to go.”, she murmured, her voice quivering as she fought to hold back tears of her own. in that moment, she looked so small and vulnerable, so unlike her.

without thinking, you stood up and pulled her into your arms, hugging her tightly. and then, the dam broke. you both let your tears flow freely, soaking each other’s shirts, the reality coming crashing down around you. her body shook with quiet sobs, her arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

you stayed in each other’s arms for a while. when alexia eventually pulled back, her eyes were red from crying. she took a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself before speaking.

“promise me we’ll stay in touch.”, she said.

“of course.”, you replied without hesitation. “we’ll make it work. we’ll call and text every day.”

“we’ll make it work.” her gaze softened as she repeated your words quietly, as if to reassure herself.

a comfortable silence then settled between you, stood in each other's arms, processing everything.

as you held each other’s gaze, an invisible thread seemed to pull you closer. the air crackled with unspoken tension, and you felt drawn to her. unable to resist the magnetic force between you, you started to lean in.

alexia searched your eyes for a second and then, with a tenderness that made your breath hitch, she dipped her head, pressing her lips against yours.

the kiss was electric, igniting a fire deep within you. it was soft and tentative, it made your heart flutter in your chest. you could taste the saltiness of her tears mixed with the sweet hint of cherry from her lip balm.

in that moment, the world around you faded into nothingness; all your worries slipped away, leaving just the two of you on that hill. nothing else mattered but this moment, this kiss.

the kiss lingered, sending waves of warmth through you, but then, suddenly, reality hit.

what am i doing? the thought crept into your mind, breaking through the haze of the moment. your heart raced, but now for a different reason.

panic set in. you became hyper-aware of everything - alexia’s hands resting on your waist, the soft press of her lips. it felt like the world had shifted in an instant, and you weren’t ready for it. you weren’t ready for the storm of emotions building in your body, - confusion, fear, uncertainty, love - flooding in all at once.

you weren’t ready for what this meant. for you. for your friendship. you had never really thought about it before, if the things you felt for alexia were normal between friends, or if they ran deeper. it was all too much, too overwhelming.

the closeness, the intensity, it terrified you.

you pulled back suddenly, your breath catching as you put space between you. alexia’s brows furrowed, concern flickering in her eyes as she stepped toward you. “hey…what's wrong?”, she asked, her voice soft, but laced with confusion.

“i…”, you wanted to explain, but the words were stuck in your throat. the emotions were crashing down too hard, too fast. your heart pounded, a desperate need to escape overwhelmed everything else.

“i need to go.”, you blurted out. you didn’t wait for her to respond - couldn’t bear to see the hurt on her face. without thinking, you turned and ran. you fled from the moment, from her, from your feelings, from everything.

what did i just do? the question echoed in your mind, but no answer came. you had kissed alexia. you had felt something, something real and terrifying. you didn't know what to do.

the weight of it all pressed down on you, suffocating you. what did this mean for you? for alexia? for everything between you?

you had no answers. the kiss had changed everything, and now, you didn't know if you could ever go back to the way things were.

so, you avoided her.

alexia tried to reach out, her concern clear in her eyes whenever you crossed paths, but you kept your distance. you couldn't face her - not while your feelings were still a tangled mess, raw and confusing. she wanted to talk, texted you more than once, but you always found an excuse. you knew she deserved an explanation, but you weren't ready to give one, not when you didn't know what you were feeling.

time flew by and soon, you were gone. you started a new chapter in new york, far away from the memories you left behind. but guilt filled you whenever you thought about the promise you made to her: to call and text every day.

you didn’t keep your promise.

at first, you texted here and there - small talk, meaningless things. how the weather was, a funny video, updates on life that seemed trivial compared to everything left unsaid. slowly, the texts became less frequent, until eventually, they stopped altogether.

though you didn't completely let go of alexia. you still followed her from afar, watching her rise to fame - alexia, the footballer, thriving at barça and becoming a star. you cheered for her success, even though she would never know.

over the years, you often found yourself thinking about her and that moment by the tree, and every time, you wished you hadn't run away that day.

☆

now, here you were, at your secret spot, a place you held so dear to your heart. it felt strange being back after all these years, but somehow, you were drawn to it - to the place where everything went wrong.

as you stood there, the memories hit you like a wave, flooding your mind with images of her smile, her laugh, the times spent together. you remembered talking about anything and everything here. this was your place, the spot where you shared moments you'd never forget.

you sighed and closed your eyes, leaning against the tree and letting the memories wash over you. the weight of regret pressed heavily on your shoulders, this place reopening old wounds you thought had healed. you wondered what alexia was doing now, if she still came here sometimes, or if it hurt too much to even think about.

a soft crack interrupted your thoughts - a twig snapping in the distance. you turned toward the sound, looking back toward the woods. at first, you thought it was your imagination, but then, you saw her.

alexia.

you froze, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. she stood a few meters away, her eyes fixed on you, wide with surprise. for a moment, neither of you moved. time seemed to slow down, the world shrinking to just the two of you in this familiar place.

you opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. you hadn't expected to see her here, not after all this time.

she took a step forward, her expression shifting, softening into an unsure smile. “you're back.”, she said.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself. “yeah, i am.”, you managed to say, your voice shaking.

there was so much you wanted to say, so much you had left unsaid. you wanted to apologize, to explain why you ran, but no words left your mouth.

alexia took another step forward, coming to a halt in front of you.

“i didn't think i'd see you again after…after everything”, she said softly, her voice carrying the hurt she still felt.

your heart pounded in your chest. “i didn't think i'd come back.”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “but, i did.” you paused to look at her, taking her in - she looked different, more mature, but she was still the same alexia you once knew. you continued to talk. “i've been watching you. i've been keeping up with everything.”

at that, alexia raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. “watching me?”, she repeated.

you nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing. “your career…barcelona, the trophies…everything. i'm proud of you, ale. you achieved everything you've ever wanted.”

alexia offered a brief smile, but you could see the sadness in her eyes. “i come here sometimes, you know? this place always reminds me of you.” her gaze wondered to the city below you as she continued. “why didn't you reach out? why didn't you…come back?”

the question hung in the air between you, and your throat tightened. this was the moment where you could finally tell her everything. but now, standing in front of her, it felt impossible to explain.

“i was scared.”, you finally said, your voice trembling. “i didn't know what to do. after…after that day, everything felt so overwhelming. i didn't understand what i was feeling, or how to face it, so i ran. and i didn't come back because…i didn't know how to make things right.”

alexia looked at you, her expression softening, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and hurt. “i waited.”, she said quietly. “i thought…maybe you just needed time. but i waited and waited and eventually, i just stopped expecting you to reach out.”

her words hit you like a punch in the gut. you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. what could you possibly say to fix this? the regret in your heart felt unbearable.

alexia let out a soft, almost bitter laugh. “i loved you, you know? i think from the moment we met. i loved you in ways i couldn't even understand at the time. and i thought…”, she paused, her voice catching as if she were trying to hold herself together. “i thought you loved me too. the way you looked at me that day…i was so sure, but then…”

there was no need to finish the sentence, you both knew what came next. you swallowed hard, your voice trembling as you finally found the strength to speak. “i did love you, ale. i think i still do. i just…i was so scared. scared of losing you, scared of what it all meant. i was scared and i ran and i regret it to this day.”

alexia's eyes glistened with unshed tears. “do you know how much it hurt?”, she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “that kiss - i thought it meant something…and then you just left me and it hurt so much. i thought i did something wrong. i knew i lost you that day, the person i trusted most in the world.”

her words broke something inside you, and tears stung your eyes. “i'm sorry.”, you whispered, your heart aching. “it did mean something. it meant everything. that's why i panicked. i was afraid of ruining what we had, of losing you if things didn't work out.”

a sad smile tugged at alexia's lips. “but you did lose me. you left me behind.” your heart twisted at her words, the full weight of what you had done settling in your chest. “i know.”, you whispered. “i can't undo the past, but i'm here now. and if you'll let me, i want to make it right.”

her eyes softened and for a moment, the air felt charged with the unspoken feelings you had buried for so long. finally, after all these years, the truth that had kept you apart was laid bare.

for a long moment, alexia was silent, her eyes locked on yours as if searching for something, some sign of the person she had once known. then, finally, she spoke, her voice soft but firm. “i don't know if we can go back to what we had…but maybe we can start over.”

you felt a wave of relief wash over you, a relieved smile tugging at your lips. “i'd like that.”, you said, eyes sparkling with hope. “more than anything.”

alexia smiled too, a small, tentative smile, and slowly, she reached out her hand. you took it, her touch gentle and familiar, the warmth of her hand seeping into your bones.

it wasn't forgiveness, not yet, but it was a start; the beginning of something new, something exciting.

[dark-silhouette]

Good night dear Adar lovers..

This is my first attempt at fanfic in all these years on tumblr! (the first one turned out to be smut haha) so please be good 🤣🥲

I leave here what came from my dirty mind when I saw this beautiful gif of Adar.. 🥵

It has been left in 2 parts so this is the first, it is a little calmer than the second part so, the good part will come... what inspired me the most about the image is in the second part so be patient :)

I also leave an image of more or less what the reader would look like based on the description I made 🙌🏻😅

Also, Adar is a little dark in this fic.

Adar xReader

Enjoy!

I hope you like it! 💗💕

The radiant moonlight, high in the velvet night, reflected upon you, casting a gentle glow upon your fair features. The pale hue of your skin shimmered in its light, mingling with the rivulets of water that traced every curve of your form. Your long, raven-black hair clung to your body, sleek against your glowing skin. You stood within your cherished retreat—a secluded bend in the river, known only to a few. Here, a waterfall concealed the entrance to a hidden cave, a sanctuary where you could come to cleanse yourself, unseen by the eyes of the world.

But tonight, you had chosen differently—a choice that might lead you down a path fraught with danger, or perhaps something more. Moments before, you had shed your garments one by one, allowing them to fall silently upon the earth. Your hair cascaded freely down your back, and your body embraced the cold touch of the wind, sending a slight shiver through your being.

With graceful steps, you approached the river's edge, the waterfall's roar echoing softly in the distance. Though always careful to guard your privacy, for you could not bear for any stranger's gaze to fall upon your form, tonight you made an exception. No one was worthy of such a privilege—no one, save for him. Adar. Once an elf, now an uruk.

The one for whom you would sacrifice all, for just a glance, a touch, a kiss. Your decision to come here tonight, under the watchful moon, had already borne fruit. For you were not alone.

From the shadows, gray-blue eyes beheld you, tracing the lines of your body, observing every movement in silent contemplation.

Your heart quickened as his presence became known to you, though you had not fully turned toward him. The water's surface rippled around your waist, leaving your form exposed from the waist upward. With a slow, deliberate gesture, you swept your hair forward, laying it over your right shoulder, baring your back to him.

Turning your head just enough, you revealed the profile of your face, and in the dim light, your sapphire eyes locked with his. You summoned all your will to cast him a glance, filled with unspoken desire.

In response, you thought you heard a low, primal growl escape him, barely audible, but unmistakable as your gazes met.

Sensing his attention deepening, you turned fully, your movements deliberate and unhurried, allowing him to see you in all your radiant beauty, your upper body now laid bare before the uruk.

Your hands began to move with deliberate grace, tenderly running through your raven locks, washing them with care. Then, with languid precision, your hand traced a path from your chin down to your neck, each movement slow and measured, as your eyes never left his. There was an unspoken connection between your gaze and his, something deep, primal. Your delicate fingers caressed your breasts with the gentleness they deserved, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you heared the uruk's breathing quicken.

You were not mistaken. In the shadows, his body remained still, though his gaze, fierce and unwavering, followed every inch of your movement. His breath grew heavier and the blood that coursed through his veins seemed to heat with each passing second as he watched your moonlit form. His entire being simmered with a heat he had long suppressed. His eyes never left your figure, not for an instant.

The air itself seemed to be still as his gaze followed the journey of your hands. His breath faltered the moment your fingertips wandered lower, lingering at your belly before venturing further.

A low, guttural growl erupted from his throat, raw and animalistic, as though he were teetering off the edge of control. His eyes gleamed with feral intensity as he beheld the parting of your lips, and a soft, involuntary moan slipped from between them.

It was then that Adar moved, stepping forward, emerging from the shadows that had once concealed him. His gaze was sharp and calculating, yet it could not conceal the fire burning within him- the unspoken desire to claim, to possess you.

Your hands stilled, your breath caught in your chest, as you saw him fully tall, imposing, cloaked in black, with his dark hair falling loose about his scarred face. There was something about those marks that made him all the more compelling, more dangerous.

For a brief moment, you waited. You knew well that look in his eyes, for it was a command unspoken, a demand of submission, of yielding. His piercing gaze penetrated yours, delving deeper, reaching into the recesses of your heart and soul.

For an instant, his eyes flicked toward the waterfall behind you, and in that moment, you understood his will.

Your slender form turned swiftly, heading toward the concealed cave behind the cascade. Upon your arrival, you paused, awaiting Adar’s presence, but no shadow darkened the entrance, and no sound of approach met your ears. With mounting concern, you grasped the hem of your long gown, swiftly donning it, intent on discovering what might have transpired beyond the veil of the waterfall.

Barefoot, you ventured cautiously along the narrow path that skirted the cavern’s edge, the cool mist of the waterfall dampening your skin. But just as your steps carried you near the exit, your breath halted, and your heart seemed to cease its rhythm, for there, before you, stood a tall and darkened figure, blocking your way. His presence was imposing, a force unto itself, and his eyes—like embers burning with some deep, hidden fire—fixed themselves upon yours, unyielding.

You raised your gaze, meeting his intense stare. A sense of bewilderment overcame you, as though you were caught in some enchantment.

"Meleth..." he said, his voice low yet commanding, laced with a dark, unspoken desire.

A sudden rush of adrenaline and a strange nervousness filled your veins, quickening your pulse.

His stance was wild, untamed—his tone a mixture of demand and longing as he asked.

"Where do you think you are going?".

@nezzlysixx @zoya-olenko

[classico-fazbear]

Freddy caught his hat in his paws when it was tossed back to him by the cat, a slight noise of surprise escaping him as he did so.

He looked over his tophat for a brief moment as if to check that the feline hadn't caused any ruin to it. At least, not anymore ruin than the garment had already faced over the years of poor conditions. Once satisfied, the bear proceeded to put it back on his head where it belonged. Fazbear's attention then returned fully to Kitty, finally taking note of her rather fluffy looking paws-which caused his brows to rise slightly.

So, that's how she snatched it...

"...My name is Freddy Fazbear." The mechanical animal replied to the cat in a friendly enough tone, his head tilting slightly, a shade of curiosity managing to peak quite remarkably well on his brown muzzle. "I do come down here often but I wouldn't say it's lived in. Not anymore. It's a place to relive...old memories." The robot paused for a moment, however, his brows furrowing, it was as if a thought came surging through his circuits. "Why have you come here? It's not often I see an animal quite like you."

@classico-fazbear continued from here

She heard rumors about this underground pizza parlor so naturally, Kitty went to investigate. It was a perfect place for her to hide in the shadows. She didn't know that someone else was here, so she stole Freddy's hat as a joke. Kitty liked teasing others, especially people who she has never met before. Indulging the bear, she tossed his hat to him.

"Name's Kitty Softpaws." Kitty fluffed her paw to make her point to Freddy. "Do you live in this joint?"

[cultofdixon]

Chaos in Threes

Daryl Dixon [ROMANTIC] | Carol Peletier [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • You three have always been inseparable since you’ve proven to the world you work better together. You, Daryl, and Carol. But there are always those chaotic moments and hidden matchmaking • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Scars / Anxiety / PTSD / Nightmares

Requested by: Anon

Chaos kind of follows these three…let’s just say. You fuck with one of them? The other two are hunting your ass down.

For example.

“Well well well…coming for your mans?” Negan smirks when he spotted Y/N trying to sneak into the Sanctuary. Or more so his saviors caught them.

“Nah. I’m actually here for a bite”

“A bite?” Negan looks at them confused before watching Y/N full on bite down on Simon’s hand, hard enough to draw blood. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT”

“YOU SON OF A—-“ Simon tried to pull them off but they weren’t budging and it took the other one knocking them out in order for them to release. “SINCE WHEN IS IT OKAY TO FUCKING BITE PEOPLE?!”

Another example

Noah had cornered Y/N aiming his gun at their head to get them to fall to their knees and surrender. He was just a kid he wasn’t going to do anything. He wanted to save his friend from the hell hospital and needed their weapon. Clearly he didn’t communicate that.

Or the crossbow aimed at the back of his head and pistol pressed into his back wouldn’t be currently happening.

“Wanna see what happens when you take them out?” Carol whispers to Noah as he instantly lowers his gun raising his hands.

“That’s what I thought” Daryl scoffs pushing past the two to help Y/N to their feet as they immediately went back down when they spotted a pack of cigarettes in a dead person’s grasp. “Score”

“Son of a bitch won’t be using ‘em.” Y/N laughs taking out a cig for them. “‘Sides. After that moment, I could use one”

We’ve got more examples

Y/N currently had the Kingdom solider in a headlock as their angry grumbling sounded like an angry raccoon trying to get out of a trash can. He tried to tap out but given Daryl’s slightly amused look when he knelt besides the two. He wasn’t going to tell them to stop until the son of a bitch learns his lesson after threatening to give Carol up.

“You look like yer about to pass out Y/N”

“He’s elbowing my lungs.”

“Then let go”

“Fine. But if he tries to hurt our girl, can I set him on fire?”

“You can’t just commit arson like that” Daryl laughs watching them release the guy as he moves away enough for space and to fall into a coughing fit.

“But come on! It’s the goddamn end of the world. Since when do the laws apply?” Y/N states watching Daryl’s face turn into one like he was about to protest but then it lead to confusion. He had to really think about it.

They would do anything for the other in their trio. Even if things changed and life is different.

~

Y/N sat on the steps of the Grimes residence waiting for Daryl to finish checking the oil to their truck so that they can pick up Carol at the Kingdom and go on a run just the three of them.

“Yknow. We can leave their place, take up one of the townhouse apartments” Daryl brought up the option randomly as both he and Y/N were still holding up in Rick and Michonne’s place ever since they first arrived at Alexandria.

“Askin’ for me to move in with yeah?” Y/N smiles feeling a bit of warmth in their chest liking the idea as the tips of Daryl’s ears turned a bright red that they couldn’t tell with his hair in the way.

“Why not” He closes the hood turning toward Y/N while he wiped the grime off his hands.

“Hey I’m not objecting. I should just say a straight yes next time” Y/N smiles rising to their feet picking up their bag along the way.

Daryl took their bag tossing it into the back when he noticed the mattress in the bed of the truck. “You sleep in your truck?”

“If I doze off” Y/N looked into the bed putting their bow in the trunk looking at Daryl being met with a confused look. “I got tired of laying on metal to stargaze at night so I asked Rick if I can take one of the mattresses in the unoccupied houses and he said sure”

“Until we recruit more people”

“Hey don’t rain on my parade or I ain’t movin’ in with yea” Y/N jokes even if Daryl’s mind ran for miles when they said such.

The first few miles was a breeze and Daryl found himself going through Y/N’s cassette collection that they’ve started at the prison. It was one of the few things of theirs that survived.

“Are you actually going to pick one or complain about the one I pick?” Y/N laughs slightly hearing Daryl grumble a bit in response before taking out a mixtape out of the mix and putting it in.

“Carol is better at picking this shit”

“Cuz she has taste” They state turning on the stereo for them to listen to what Daryl picked and it sounded like they were in a biker bar. “That’s uncanny.”

“I think this was the song playing when Merle beat up the bartender” Daryl says out of the blue as Y/N really wanted to question why ‘Bat Out of Hell’ by a band called Meat Loaf would be the right song for Merle violence. But the two were listening to the song that reminded him of his brother. Neither of them said anything.

Until Daryl ejected the cassette.

“I’d rather listen to the musical shit than this”

“I mean you want—-“

“Fuck no”

Y/N snickered to themselves before stopping at the stop sign and going into the metal box to get their go to driving cassette.

“Since when do yea obey the traffic laws?”

“…since always?”

“There ain’t no cops around”

“Ricks a cop”

“I-…Yeah”

“‘Sides. When a deer tried to outrun me, I blew through a few stop signs and ran over a raccoon” Y/N randomly states catching a confused look from Daryl. “What? I got the deer”

“Did yea even notice it was a raccoon you ran over?”

“Why?”

“Could’ve been a person”

“A person doesn’t explode like that” Y/N scoffs turning their music down a bit once they got closer to the Kingdom. “Get her attention”

Daryl took his radio out of his pack and went to chime in for Carol, but next thing to happen was Y/N pressing hard on the horn. Killing walkers drawn by it won’t be difficult. Apologizing to the gate guards, maybe.

“Jesus fucking Christ I’m coming!” Carol yells over the hand radio as Y/N takes it from Daryl.

“Would you rather have me stand on top of the truck with the music blasting and have you pretend it’s a boombox above my head?”

Silence was met. Until a buzz.

“Always”

Y/N turned the music up on their truck before putting the emergency break on and getting out. Next they climbed to the top of their truck which was easy with their window open. As the car shook, so did Daryl’s anxiety.

“If they fall off I’m punching you Carol”

“They actually fucking did it?!”

Her response was right as she stepped outside the gates to find one of her two best friends on top of their truck with their arms up.

“You pretending to hold a boombox?”

“Yeah but I’m also getting tired” Y/N swung their arms down a bit quick as they stepped back and immediately fell into the bed of their truck.

Carol quickly ran over while Daryl in a panic had gotten out the second the truck shifted with the thud and checked with her.

“You’re a fucking idiot”

“You alright?”

Two different sides. Y/N thought followed by a painful laugh. “Least I didn’t land on my bow…or my bag”

“What you’ve got bricks in there?!”

“Nah, just a scotch bottle I’m saving for a special occasion”

“Is a special occasion you almost dying in your own truck? Cuz I sure as hell could use a drink already” Carol scoffs setting her bag and own bow in the trunk before taking the drivers seat hoping speeding through a few streets would distract her. Besides putting one of her go-to cassettes in.

The three usually drive for hours, scavenging a few familiar places and siphoning gas from a few cars. One incident of Y/N beating a tipped over vending machine with a rock until it cracked open. Carol documenting the scene with the Polaroid camera and Daryl trying not to laugh at their struggle.

Once they found a small area to make camp, Carol and Daryl hung out by the fire while Y/N organized their findings so far in their truck. He fiddles with the fork in between his fingers staring down at the can of beans they found while watching Y/N’s every move. How careful they are…how gentle their hands were with the more delicate items…his mind was lost in their every move. He didn’t even notice Carol leaning into his personal space to state the obvious—

“If you love them why haven’t you said anything?” She said at a normal level which triggered Daryl to cover her mouth causing her to smack him to stop. “What? they are just as clueless as you!”

“Don’t mean yea say it out loud!”

“Maybe doing so would finally have the two of you doing somethin’”

Y/N turned toward the two once they finished what they were doing, seeing them bicker. They removed their headphones to listen given their attention hasn’t been noticed yet.

“You like them! Just fucking say somethin’”

“What if they don’t feel the same way?!”

Kind of hard not to Y/N thought feeling the heat flood their face as they sat on the open door knowing the sudden shame of their truck would make enough noise to catch them off guard. But they were quick to collect themselves. “What are you two arguing about?”

They couldn’t help the laugh that build up inside them and failed to stay when they watched both scramble.

“Nothin’ important”

“Oh it was important. He’s just a dumbass”

“Oh…so. Business as usual?” Y/N smirks watching Daryl’s expression go toward more of anger as Carol dies laughing.

Next course for the night was sleeping, Carol took inside the truck on the seats while the two took what’s left of the mattress next to their findings. Neither of them could sleep right away.

“Can I ask a dumb question?”

“So just your usual questions?” Daryl jokes getting elbowed instantly by Y/N as their smile never faded.

“Yea think we would’ve met in the old world?” Y/N questions, not being met with a response as they sigh. “I would hope so”

“How yea think we would’ve met?”

“Well…I was a bartender. It would’ve probably happened or did and we just. Never talked. But even those small glances in a crowded room…you can find who you’ve been looking for your whole life without exchanging a single word”

It was absentminded the way Daryl turned toward Y/N, bringing his gaze away from the stars and on the real constellation prize right beside him. They looked at him with every fiber of love, admiration, and desire in their core feeling the cosmic pull that drew both closer to the other.

Then the sudden knocking on the truck window startled them both out of their current thoughts.

“IM TRYING TO SLEEP LOVEBIRDS” Carol yells making the two blush to the words before straightening out.

But Y/N still took a chance and took Daryl’s hand into theirs. Letting him squeeze theirs and never let go.

Until they got back on the road in the morning.

The three stopped at a warehouse to rummage through the ruins of it. In hopes for pretty much anything. Y/N also being a bit of a tech nerd, was going through every black safety box that would carry expensive tech to see if they can find anything on Eugene’s list he gave them. Carol quietly snuck up on them as she was going to ask them if they could crack open a door on the opposite side of the place when she noticed them staring at Daryl who was keeping watch of the isle the two were in.

“What did you say to him last night?”

“What I wanted to and I heard as much as I wanted from both of you last night”

“So…Can I stop trying to hook you two up together and you can just rip off that bandaid?”

Y/N was about to say something when Daryl whistles for the two’s attention indicating walkers. Carol quickly ran over to see how many and noticed that the entrance they didn’t come in from wasn’t barricaded enough for that size of a herd.

“Y/N we gotta bug out” Carol yells as Y/N quickly collected their things tossing their bag on their back as they held something in the palm of their hand that could slow their movement.

“I’ve got an idea but I need both of y’all out of the building”

“Y/N—-“

“You trust me right?” Y/N frowns looking at Daryl and his stress induced expression.

“I’m coming back for yea if you don’t come out in three minutes” Daryl scoffs quickly running out with Carol as Y/N got to work.

Working with Eugene leads to a lot of ideas. A brand new watering system for their farming plot idea for Alexandria. Or the water based fire extinguishers with reused metal from the fallen walls of Alexandria for Oceanside’s rare forest fires. New defense system to keep walkers out of the outside the wall crops at the Hilltop. Corn based gas for the cars to avoid runs out to siphon cars with limited gas.

Then well. The IEDs.

Y/N figured out how to make quick IEDs that could emit frequencies to distract walkers. But given they were prototypes. Once they placed enough in the building, they made a break for it with a few knife blows to a couple walkers to get out of their way.

“What’s takin’ them so fucking long?!” Daryl snaps as Carol watches the door seeing it swing open to show their third.

“Start the car. They’ll jump in”

“I’m trustin’ yea” He scoffs and pressing on the gas getting them forward as Y/N went in a full on sprint.

Once Y/N jumped onto the open door pulling themselves in enough to close it with the help of a speed bump. They sigh slouching over the edge only to be startled up when an explosion meant to only emit sound—-set the entire building on fire.

“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU DO?!” Carol snaps looking in the mirror to see the fire they started.

“My calculations were wrong” Y/N yelled for Carol to hear as Daryl looks back to see the damage.

“THE FUCK I TELL YEA ABOUT COMMITTING ARSON?!”

“ITS THE APOCALYPSE I CAN DO WHAT I WANT” Y/N snaps back watching the stop sign fly past. “THE FUCK I SAY ABOUT STOP SIGNS!”

“NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT TRAFFIC LAWS”

“RICK DOES”

“Ladies ladies!” Carol yells to stop them both as she couldn’t stop laughing at the two arguing with one another. “Save it for the fucking bedroom” and that led to more laughter from the woman.

“Can we fucking open that bottle of scotch now…” Daryl groans once he slowed the truck to a stop.

The two couldn’t contain their laughter upon hearing that.

[blue-cordial]

IT WAS ALWAYS GOING TO BE YOU - RAFE CAMERON

The night air was thick with the scent of salt and seaweed as (Y/N) navigated the narrow path leading to the secluded beach on Figure Eight Island. The soft crunch of sand beneath her feet mingled with the distant crash of waves against the shore, creating a rhythm that matched the racing of her heart. She glanced over her shoulder, ensuring once more that she wasn't followed, before slipping into the shadows of the dunes.

Rafe Cameron emerged from the darkness, his silhouette cutting a stark contrast against the moonlit sky. His eyes, usually vibrant with mischief and confidence, now held a hint of vulnerability as he approached (Y/N) with cautious steps. "You made it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that stirred something deep within her.

(Y/N) nodded, her pulse quickening at the nearness of him. "I couldn't stay away," she admitted softly, her words lost in the gentle rustle of wind through the seagrass.

Rafe's hand reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against hers in a silent invitation. "Neither could I," he confessed, his voice thick with unspoken desire.

They stood there, bathed in the silvery glow of the moon, their hearts racing in sync with the ebb and flow of the tide. The world around them faded into insignificance as they leaned into each other, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that ignited a fire neither could deny.

For weeks, they had stolen moments like these under the cover of night, their clandestine meetings hidden from prying eyes and whispered gossip. To their friends and the tight-knit community of Figure Eight Island, Rafe and (Y/N) were sworn enemies, their families locked in a bitter rivalry that spanned generations. But in the quiet solitude of the beach, they shed their roles and surrendered to the magnetic pull of forbidden love.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, their secret liaison deepened, each stolen encounter leaving them hungry for more. They found solace in the stolen moments, their laughter and whispered confessions shared under the veil of secrecy. Yet, with each passing day, the weight of their deception grew heavier, casting a shadow over their hearts even in the light of their passion.

One fateful evening, as they lay entwined on the sands of their hidden refuge, (Y/N) traced lazy patterns on Rafe's chest with trembling fingers. The stars twinkled overhead, mirroring the sparkle in her eyes as she spoke in hushed tones. "What are we doing, Rafe?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty and longing.

Rafe shifted, his gaze searching hers with a mixture of tenderness and regret. "I don't know," he admitted quietly, his fingers threading through her hair in a silent gesture of reassurance. "But I can't imagine my life without you."

(Y/N)'s heart ached at his words, torn between the intoxicating allure of their forbidden romance and the guilt that gnawed at her conscience. "But what about our families, our friends?" she pressed, her voice wavering as she struggled to make sense of the tangled web they had woven.

Rafe sighed, his brow furrowing with the weight of their shared dilemma. "They'll never understand," he murmured, his voice tinged with resignation. "But we can't deny what we feel."

And so they clung to each other, their hearts entwined in a dance of love and secrecy that defied reason and convention. But little did they know that their carefully guarded secret was about to unravel, threatening to tear apart the fragile sanctuary they had built in the shadows of their intertwined destinies.

[axtssmnfr]

Pictures from my most recent trip to Iunu, the temple of Hutheru. March 2024.

Every time i visit i think i leave crying… this recent time i wrote something in my notes on the drive back home. it’s not a very good piece of writing, fueled by blinding emotion.

A Lament for Dendera

O Hathor, Your temple is ruined.

The unfaithful walk in Your sanctuary,

Your pure place is filled with refuse.

Your high walls, these gleaming images,

are cracked and chipped away

by those who shall never comprehend

Your beauty, Your power.

Power here is held by the greedy,

who say I will let you in Her innermost shrine, for a price,

and the scholars misguide the pilgrims.

Lonely is Your shrine, with no gold,

with no lapis, with no carnelian, or turquoise.

The feet of the impure trod upon Your most hidden places,

and everywhere is the scent of absence and decay.

And the faithful, who come silently, are persecuted

Your followers are shamed and denigrated

as the lowest of beings,

by the keepers of Your temple.

Yet the lotus flower is still set in Your innermost shrine,

and prayers of Your praise and names are muttered

Quietly, in echoing halls,

once filled with priests of great devotion

and the fires of Your light.

The faithful come quietly

and bow in the shadow;

now a spectacle of humor

to the keepers and scholars of Your temple.

I leave my offerings and obeisances to You,

O Great Hathor,

whose shrine sits vacant and dim,

filled with singing birds

who fly through Your halls and nest within the walls.

I give my life and my heart to You,

O Beautiful Hathor,

whose temple is but a curiosity to the people of Your land,

who no longer know of Your glory

O Hathor, may You forever care for the birds of Your great temple,

may You forever tend to the cats who roam it’s halls.

May You halt the one who stops the songs of Your praise,

may You guide Your followers

to the gates of Your temple

and to Your vacant arms,

that gladly accept the joyous, and saddened, tears of the people.

^^^^^

Some personal thoughts:

Dendera is one of my favourite temples. Something always happens when i visit. The first time i went, i was able to sneak up onto the uppermost roof, where people used to come to sleep in hopes of being healed. This recent time i was greeted by a pregnant cat who curled up in my lap as i sang a hymn for our Lady Huther. i cried as she did. and, in one of the hidden crypts, i found someone had offered a lotus flower.

Unfortunately the experience is always tainted by people. “Guides” who want you to pay for things you don’t need to pay for. Who say you aren’t allowed to take photos, aren’t allowed to look at something or lie in the hypostyle hall and stare at the ceiling, without personally paying them. (You don’t have to pay them, they’re making it up, and they’ll go away if you tell them to fuck off. Or they will get the guy with the gun and then you have to pay both of them.) Then they lead you to the shrine room and tell you to touch the wall for ‘healing’. And there is a mark where the oil of everyone who listened to them touched, and it is degrading the paint and carvings. So i have a lot of detestation for such people. they upset my heart. and that is why i have written this lament. that is why i leave Dendera crying each time.

[classico-fazbear]

“AH! who are you?” (All because I can see them down right not recognizing Freddy right away thanks to it being a while + panicked) @mgalenxd

Freddy couldn't believe his eyes, seeing the white and pink fox after all this time.

He had thought...the Toys...the newspaper had said 'scrapped'...a terrible fate to the group of counterparts of the 'Classics'. It was an ending they certainly didn't deserve. Fazbear couldn't do a thing about it either, he couldn't save them from the company, which continues to haunt him...and yet now, here was Mangle...intact as she could be.

Had they actually been spared? Did they defeat the odds? Just as Freddy had?

The bear had only stepped closer to her suddenly, to really see, to fully take in the fact that, yes, his old acquaintance was there before him, he wasn't mistaking it. What he hadn't expected or accounted for was her reaction to him, clearly jumpy, panicked, she didn't seem to recognize the tophat-donned mascot at all. "Easy, easy...! I'm not going to hurt you! I'm a friend!" Freddy stopped in his tracks and brought his paws up in a surrendering gesture to prove he meant no harm to her as he spoke, concern forming on his muzzle.

He didn't want to think that she had forgotten him.

"It's just me! Freddy Fazbear...do you...remember me, Mangle?"

// @mgalenxd

[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.02

The last twenty-four hours have been hard. Your group was low on ammo, food, and water, and everyone was exhausted. Everyone was on guard for any survivors from Terminus. Glenn told you how messed up the stuff they saw inside when they were taken was. A butchery full of human corpses and a room full of the belongings of the things they stole from the people they killed. It was extremely messed up.

While trekking through the woods, careful not to make too much noise, you hear a man scream for help in the distance. You all freeze until Carl urges his dad to follow him and help. Cautiously, you follow behind, wanting to be extra careful since you were holding Judith.

You find a man clinging to a rock surrounded by walkers. Carl shoots the one, grabbing the man’s foot in the head, while Carol, Daryl, and Rick bash the other walkers' heads in.

You look up at the man who’s shaking in fear; on closer inspection, you can see he’s a priest. You call up to him, “It’s safe to come down.”

Slowly, he brings himself to the edge of the rock and slides down. He still looks petrified as he takes in the appearance of your group. His eyes land on all the blood, and seconds later he’s vomiting, “Sorry, and thank you. I’m Gabriel.”

“Do you have any weapons on you?” Rick asks.

Gabriel chuckles nervously. “Do I look like I have any weapons?”

“We don’t give two short and curly what it looks like,” Abraham says sternly.

“I have no weapons of any kind. The word of God is the only protection I need. I called for help, and help came.”

You hold Judith closer to you as she starts to fuss. “Shh, it’s okay.”

After a brief conversation between Rick and Gabriel, which mainly consisted of Rick informing the priest, he revealed that he had a church, which meant you’d have shelter for the night.

He leads you to a white church built further into the woods. As you check the premonitory outside with Carl, you begin to wonder what the catch was. “I wonder what happened to his flock?”

“What do you mean?”

“My daddy used to take me to church, and priests and flocks are usually tight-nit. I find it hard to believe he’s had this church himself the whole time, and none of his people came to her for sanctuary.”

Carl stops walking and leans his fingers over to touch the wooden panel on the outside of the church. “You see this, claw marks?”

“Walkers?”

“I don’t think so; it’s too deep. It looks like someone clawed at it with their fingernails and knives.”

You spot something almost completely hidden by overgrown plants that makes you let out a small gasp, unintentionally grabbing Carl's arm. “Oh my god, are you seeing this?”

Someone had carved ‘You’ll burn for this’ on the outside of the church. Father Gabriel wasn’t as innocent as he seemed.

—

After Rick, along with others from your group, went to an overrun store and took out the walkers plaguing it, they were able to stock up on trolley loads of food, along with other supplies. With a small kitchen based in the church, you, Maggie, and Carol were able to make a pretty good feast from the selection of pasta and tin foods brought back.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” Abraham says, gaining everyone’s attention. “I look around this room... and I see survivors. Each and every one of you has earned that title. To the survivors.”

“Survivors!”

“Cheers!”

“Is that all you want to be? Wake up in the morning, fight the undead pricks, forage for food, go to sleep at night with two eyes open, rinse, and repeat? You can do that. I mean, you have the strength. You have the skill. The thing is, for you people, for what you can do, that’s just surrender. Now, we get Eugene to Washington, and he will make the dead die and the living will have the world again. And that is not a bad takeaway for a little road trip.”

You had a feeling Abraham’s speech was aimed more at Rick than anybody else.

“Eugene, what’s in DC?”

Eugene gulps down, “Infrastructure constructed to withstand pandemics even of this magnitude. That means food, fuel, and refuge. Restart.”

Abraham smiles at him and says, “However this plays out, however long it takes for the reset button to kick in, you can be safe there. Safer than you’ve been since the whole thing started. Come with us. Save the world for the little ones. Save it for yourselves. Save it for the people out there who have nothing left to do but survive.”

The room is silent as everyone contemplates the redhead's words until Judith makes a loud noise. “What was that?” Rick asks his daughter playfully, “I think she knows what I’m about to say. She’s in. If she’s in, I’m in. We’re in.”

The room fills with laughter and cheers, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is off. Like you’re being watched. Maggie sits down beside you and says, “Hey, did you know Tara was at the prison?”

“Yeah, she told me.”

“How do you feel about it?”

You shrug. “She didn’t know who the governor was, plus Tara and Glenn saved me, so she’s with us now.” Maggie hugs you, but thinking about what happened to your father at the prison makes you emotional. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Not wanting to seem weak and shed tears in front of the rest of your group, you head into the kitchen and begin washing dishes. You enjoy the solitude and focus on nothing except cleaning.

“Hey, you okay?” Carl asks, placing his hand on your back.

“Yeah,” hearing your own voice, breaks your eyes well up. “I’m fine, just tired.”

Carl pulls you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your back. He holds you tightly and says, “We’re going to be okay.”

[classico-fazbear]

I might lose more.

Freddy stared across at his counterpart, his blue eyes had widened slightly at the other, more orange bear's reply, an incredulous expression soon forming across the shell of his muzzle. It almost looked like the older animatronic was about to scoff at the glamrock. Hard. A familiar whirr in Fazbear's servos, however, told him that this conversation seemed oddly familiar. A different time where he faced another version of himself, donned with rosy cheeks, who frankly didn't know how good he truly had it, and how he should stop demanding perfection, until it was all stripped away.

Literally.

"...Tell me, glitter-chest..." The brown bear started up like someone had put the key in ignition. "Do you have any idea what loss truly is? Can you prove to me that you understand even a single hint of it? Losing it all? Watching it all fall apart?" A scowl was now making a home on his features, eyelids dropping, brows turning inwards. Not happy. But hey, at least his arms weren't crossed yet-wait no, his paws were on his hips, that wasn't great either. "Being replaced!"

Hell, there was company history, trial and error, mistake and tragedy plastered all over the walls and halls of this unnecessaryly gargantuan mall...and did this fellow Freddy ever bother to look at it?

Did he even realize who he actually was?

"...Or are you just trying to find some excuse for yourself?"

❝  you’ve  got  nothing  much  to  lose.  ❞

// I hope this isn't intruding!

❝  how do you know that...? i have lost quite a bit... i might lose more.  ❞

[beeandheroddobsessions]

If You Wonder

Pairing: Elvis x f!Reader

Summary: Elvis doesn’t know what it is about you, but he knows he’s not letting go.

A/N: The way I lied about when this was going up with my whole chest is so funny to me. Happy reading!- Bianca 💕

Stress couldn't even begin to cover what Elvis was feeling. The poor man is in disarray, and it's all over his appearance.

Hair tousled from his hands running through it; shirt untucked in haste, face flushed red with frustration.

With an upcoming tour and everyone wanting something different, he felt like the world was caving around him. He needed an escape, a moment where he was just a regular old joe. 

There's a flower grove not too far from Graceland. It's secluded and quaint, and no one knows it exists; it's just what he needs.

Without a second thought, Elvis finds his feet carrying him in that direction. The walk brings its own wave of anxiety, having to worry about being spotted.

There's no doubt that Elvis loves his fans dearly, but if he’s got to deal with one more squealing girl, he might lose it. After glancing over his shoulder more times than he can count, he ducks into the trail hidden by the beautiful shrubbery.

His stomach settles, and his shoulders drop as he is hidden away from the world by mother nature. He is sure to thank her as he approaches the clearing he's grown so fond of.

A ghost of a smile rests upon his face as he enters the natural archway built by the leaves of weeping willows. There is where he finds you, clad in a yellow sundress, seated on the ground, book in hand, oblivious to the world. Footsteps are the only indication of another soul nearing you.

You glance up, unsure of who has wandered into your sanctuary. Your eyes widen just a bit when they land on the intruder. Unsure of what exactly to say in the presence of Elvis Presley himself, you offer a kind smile and return to the passage last read.

Elvis is appalled; for the first time in what seems like forever, a woman saw him and didn't pounce on him. The initial disappointment of finding you here is replaced by interest. The urge to talk to you grows stronger by the second, so he does.

"Hi there, I'm Elvis. Elvis Presley." You look over your book and see an extended hand. Reaching out to take it, you give your name in exchange,

"I know, my name's y/n."

Elvis quirks an eyebrow, "What's that your readin'?" He questions.

You point to the title, "It's an encyclopedia on flowers, see my favorite is the peony, but I like all of 'em. They're just so pretty. Ya know?"

Elvis nods his head and immediately understands why you're here. This place is littered with wildflowers, all different and beautiful in their own way.

"Mind if I sit with ya, darlin?" You shake your head and pat the grass next to you. He sits a little close, but it doesn't bother you.

"How'd you find this place?" you ask curiously. He lets out a chuckle and looks around a bit before answering, 

"When I moved into Graceland, I went walkin' and stumbled upon it. How'd you find it?" He asks, just as curious.

"There's a trail of daisies leading into the clearing. Where there's one, there are many. I just followed the flowers." A purple pansy catches your eye, and you point it out to Elvis.

"That's why I kept coming back." He nods with a simple "Mm," and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

"Tell me 'bout 'em."

You tilt your head, slightly confused. "Bout what?" The smile he gives you is almost enough to make you sweat.

"The flowers, honey. Tell me about the flowers." Thus began your ramblings about the flora surrounding you both. Elvis had no interest in telling you to stop; he let you talk until the sun started to set. 

"Goodness, I rambled on into the night," you laugh out.

"S'okay, I like hearing you talk, Bambi. Let me take ya home. Can't have a pretty thing like you roamin' alone."

You hesitate for a bit, wondering if it would inconvenience him. Elvis sees the gears turning and doesn't give you a choice. "Where do ya stay?"

You begin to stand, smoothing out your dress. "It's about a five-minute walk from here."

You both set out toward your home. As you resume the flower talk, your book is close to your chest. Not once do you lose his interest. For Elvis, this is refreshing, something he doesn't want to end so soon.

When you reach the front of your tiny home, he turns to face you. "Bambi, if ya don't mind, I'd like to be able to talk more with ya." You understand what he's hinting at and tell him to wait by the door as you scurry inside to find a pen and paper. You hand over the small slip and bid Elvis goodnight. 

There isn't a word from him for another two days. Though it's a bit disheartening, your garden keeps you busy. Around one o'clock on a Wednesday, while you're labeling pots, the phone rings. You dash over to it, lifting the receiver to your ear.

"Bambi? Ya there?" You can't fight the smile finding its way onto your face. "Yes, E. M'here," He breathes, happy that he has the correct number.

"Good! How've you been?" You jot down tulips as you form a response,

"Fair to middlin', just a little busy, is all. And you?" He chuckles on the other side. "Stressed like hell, but glad to be talkin' to ya. What are your plans for today, honey?"

You let out a soft hum, "Nothin' too special. Just labelin' pots. I was gon' head down to the grove lat-"

"No! I mean, I was hopin' you could stay and chat with me. If you don't mind." You shake your head. "Of course, I don't." you talk for hours about your plans for the garden and the ins and outs of his tour.

This quickly becomes routine for you. Elvis calling and keeping you by the phone until odd hours of the night. What you don't expect are the gifts that appear on your doorstep.

The first is a gold necklace graced with his initials. You're sure to bring it up during your next conversation, expressing your gratitude for it but telling him you couldn't possibly keep something so expensive. He is quick to dismiss your concerns and change the subject.

 Second, is a bouquet. A random assortment accompanied by a card that reads,

'I can’t wait to see you. ~EP.'

You place the flowers in a vase on a table near the entryway, making sure they're on display. Again you call, thanking him for such a beautiful assortment.

The last gift you receive is a sage green dress with another card, this one reading 'Meet me in the grove at five, Bambi.- EP' You check the time and see it's a quarter 'till.

Quickly, you throw the dress on, pairing it with the necklace and brown sandals. Too excited to think about makeup, you fly out the door and head for your shared sanctuary. When you reach your destination, what you see leaves you breathless.

A gazebo adorned with fairy lights. Underneath, a table set for two, a vase of fresh-cut peonies resting in the center, and your beau waiting patiently. "Elvis, this is…wow" He flashes a smile and steps toward you, "I spent the last week gettin' this set up."

It was making sense now. Why he did everything he could to keep you on the phone and away from the flowers. The moment you spot the small gift box in his hands, you shake your head.

"Elvis, no more gifts, please-"

He shakes his head right back, "This is the last one, mama. I promise." He extends the small box toward you.

You take it from his hands, carefully unwrapping the ribbon around it and removing the top. Inside, you find a key. You look at the man in front of you with a puzzled expression, "Elvis, I don't understand."

"It's a key to Graceland," He says lowly, with a light pink hue dusting over his cheeks.

"I know we met not too long ago, but I want you around. I feel somethin' for ya, Bambi. Somethin' I ain't never felt before."

"I-" you feel lightheaded. Elvis Presley confessed that he has feelings for you. "Elvis, I don't know what to say, you've given me so much, and I can't help but wonder why. All I've done is talk about flowers-" 

Elvis tries, but can't stifle his laugh. "Honestly, mama, I don't know what to say either. I mean, ya don't hound me bout taking ya on the road and turnin' ya into a poster girl or bout what it's like bein' Elvis Presley,"

He takes your hand and pulls you in close "You don't even ask for anything" Elvis holds your gaze and rests both hands upon your waist

"You keep me company, make me laugh till my stomach hurts. I get to be just Elvis with you. I want you. Will ya let me have ya, honey?" 

Your heart is beating at a mile a minute. "Yes," you say all too quickly, "I mean, i– I'd like that, Elvis."

Elvis chuckles, "There's nothing I'd want more, Bambi." He Kisses your temple and walks you toward the table. 

 "Now, y/n, I want to be completely honest with you." He says, concerning you a bit.

"What is it, E ?" 

"I didn't cook a single thing on this table, so if it's awful, ya can't blame me." You let out a laugh.

"You put in too much work for me to be phased by the food" With a hand on his shoulder, you rise on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

Elvis leans into your soft touch, placing his hand over yours. "Let's eat, babydoll; you can tell me more about that garden."

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fairy!spidey showing hobie around her treehouse home 🤭🤭

AWH I LOVE THAT!! LOVE FLUFF <33

fairy!spidey! f reader x hobie brown

pure fluff <3

as you take hobie’s hand, a brilliant light envelops them both, transporting them to her enchanting home dimension. you find yourselves standing in the midst of a lush, vibrant forest, filled with majestic trees and sparkling streams. the air is filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the gentle melody of chirping birds.

“welcome to my home, hobie. this is where i feel the most connected to my powers and the natural world around me.”

hobiee gazes around, his eyes wide with wonder as he takes in the picturesque scenery. “wow, love, this is absolutely breathtaking. it’s like stepping into another world, a magical paradise.”

you lead hobie through the forest, following a winding path that leads to a hidden clearing. and there, nestled among the branches of a massive tree, stands your very own treehouse home. it’s a beautiful structure, interwoven with vines and decorated with colorful flowers and glowing lanterns. “this is where i find solace and peace. a sanctuary amidst the trees.”

you open the door, revealing a cozy interior adorned with delicate fairy lights, soft cushions, and shelves filled with novels, plants, and trinkets collected from across your dimension.

hobie is awestruck. your treehouse said a lot about you, and it was very pretty at that. “this is incredible, babe. your home is like something out of a dream. so cozy and full of life.”

you blush, your cheeks radiating a soft pink as you lead hobie to a cozy reading nook overlooking a babbling brook. “thi is one of my favorite spots. it’s where i come to think, create, and be at peace with myself and the nature surrounding me.”

as you both settle into the cushions, you cuddle up close to hobie, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort that is only amplified by the ethereal beauty of your home dimension.

hobie snuggled up against you as he the sweet aroma of your treehouse enveloped his nose. “i can see why you love it here, babe. it’s truly magical. thank you for sharing this part of your world with me.”

you smile, your eyes sparkling with affection as you rests your head on hobie’s shoulder. “thank you for being here, hobie. with you by my side, this place feels even more extraordinary.”

in the tranquility of her treehouse home, you and hobie bask in the beauty of your surroundings and the deep connection you share, cherishing this precious moment in your journey together.

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Into the Dark Fire - Chapter 2

Sodo x Transmac! Reader

Tags: 18+, smut, angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: You receive a journal containing the story of two star crossed lovers. Connecting your own experiences a little too well, you begin a journey in a new establishment. How easy will it be to transition from being alone to gaining a new family.

Word Count: 2.9K

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The next morning, you awaken to the sound of a distant bell tolling. It reverberates through the corridors, signaling the beginning of a new day within the church. You prepare yourself for the day ahead, donning the crisp uniform that had been provided for you, you can't help but wonder what awaits you in Papa's office.

The responsibility of overseeing his personal library weighs heavily on your mind. With each step down the winding corridors, you catch glimpses of other siblings going about their daily tasks. The atmosphere is one of quiet dedication and unwavering loyalty to the church's cause.

Finally, you reach the wooden door leading to Papa Copia's office. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you knock softly before entering.

The room is bathed in a warm glow from the sunlight streaming through the ornate stained-glass window. Papa sits behind a large mahogany desk, his eyes focused on a worn leather-bound book. He looks up as you enter, a smile lighting up his face.

"Ah! Come in, come in." He greets you warmly. "I've just started for the day."

You offer a respectful nod and take in the sight of the room. Tall bookshelves line the walls, filled to the brim with volumes of all shapes and sizes. Dust particles float lazily in the air, giving the space an almost ethereal feel.

He gestures for you to join him at the desk. "Please, have a seat."

As you settle into the chair across from him, he places his book aside and intertwines his fingers together, leaning forward slightly.

"Devyn, I must emphasize the importance of your role here," he begins. "Everything in my library is kept to the utmost care."

You listen intently, captivated by Papa's words. The way he speaks exudes a sense of reverence and passion for the knowledge contained within these walls.

"I have spent a lifetime amassing this collection," he continues, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. "Each book, each manuscript holds a piece of history, a fragment of wisdom that must be preserved for future generations."

You nod, understanding the gravity of the task before you. The responsibility of safeguarding these precious texts becomes clearer with each passing word.

"Devyn, I have chosen you for this role because I see in you a deep respect for knowledge and a thirst for understanding. It is my hope that through your dedication, these archives will continue to flourish and enlighten."

"Thank you, Papa." You smile. "I promise I will work to your expectations."

"Excellent! Excellent!" He praises. "Then I shall give you your first task then, eh?"

Sliding a paper to your side of the table, he explains that it is a list of hymn books he would like you to retrieve. You nod once more before standing and leaving the small office.

As you exit the room and begin your journey through the winding corridors, you can't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for the ages of knowledge that you are now entrusted with. 

Each step you take feels like a small piece in the grand puzzle of preserving history, shaping the future, and discovering the secrets hidden within the walls of this sacred sanctuary. The corridors are filled with the whispers and echoes of your fellow Siblings as you navigate the labyrinthine structure of the church. 

You enter the library, a vast expanse of books filled with every piece of knowledge that has ever been documented in the world. Here, the air is thick with wisdom and understanding, and you feel a profound connection to every page, every volume. You follow the instructions on the list and begin your task of locating the hymn books.

Wandering through the endless aisles of the library, your fingers brushing against the spines of countless books, you can't help but feel the weight of your new responsibilities. The knowledge contained within these ancient texts is nothing short of extraordinary, and you know that it's up to you to ensure that they are preserved for future generations.

The hymn books you're seeking seem to elude you at first, as you search high and low among the towering shelves. But as the hours pass, you finally stumble upon them, hidden in a seemingly unremarkable corner of the library. You carefully retrieve the books and begin to walk towards the door when a growling voice stops you.

"Where do you think you're going with those?"

You jump from the sudden voice filling the room. Turning, you see a shorter man wearing the same mask as your new acquaintances leaning against one of the bookshelves. Slowly you respond, "I was just fetching these for-"

"This is Papa Emeritus's private library. You should not be in here!" He interrupts, the heat of his words rising.

"I know, I was just-"

"Quit with the excuses! You are-"

"Stop interrupting me!" You scream. "He tasked me with bringing him these damned books and I'm not gonna let some weasel who didn't even ask what I was doing yell at me for doing my job!"

The words that spill out of your mouth surprise you. They certainly surprised him as well. He stands there speechless as you push past him to deliver the books.

"No fucking way he just called you a weasel!" Swiss laughs as he walks around from the other side of the bookcase."Oh Sodo, my sweet little weasel."

"Shut the fuck up!" Sodo seethes as he stomps out the room. Who the fuck did this new sibling think they were anyways?

You watch in confusion as Sodo storms out of the room and down the opposite side of the hall. The tension between you and your new fellow Sibling is palpable, and you can't help but feel a mix of frustration and worry. Swiss wasn't far behind him as he exits the library.

Turning to head back to the office, you bump face first into Mountain's broad chest. "Sorry" You mumble as you take a step back.

"It's okay, were you just in the private library?" He asks.

"Oh uhm, yeah." You say looking up at him. "Got a mouthful from one of the other siblings." 

"Ghoul." He says softly.

"Huh?" 

"We, with the masks, are ghouls." He explains. "Like from hell."

"Like hell-hell?" 

He ignores the question,"Well, that must have been quite a first encounter for you." He said, smirking.

"I can't believe I just called him a weasel," you chuckle nervously. "I just wanted to do my job."

"We all have our moments," he reassures. "Sodo's just a bit protective of Papa's space. It's alright. Don't worry about it."

Mountain guides you through the labyrinth of corridors, explaining the daily routines of the other siblings and the various tasks they were responsible for.

As he speaks, you feel a sense of friendship forming. His calm and gentle demeanor puts you at ease, and you find yourself opening up to him about your initial apprehension and the weight of your new responsibilities.

"I understand," Mountain says, his voice filled with empathy. "It can be overwhelming at first, but trust me, with time, you will settle into your role."

You nod, feeling a newfound sense of determination. The guidance and support from Mountain reassure you that you are not alone in this vast and intricate world.

Each step along the corridors feels lighter now, as if the knowledge contained within these walls energizes your every movement.

Lost in the enchantment of Mountain's words, you almost forget about the incident with Sodo. But just as you begin to relax, a voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Ah, there you are!"

You turn around to find Papa Copia standing behind you, a warm smile on his face. There's something different about him now. He's clad in his papal robes that flow as he walks towards you both.

"Oh! Yes, sorry papa! I have the books you asked for."

He hums, nodding to Mountain as a greeting.

"He had a run in with Sodo, Papa." Mountain offers.

"Oh met our little fire ghoul, yes? All good?" He asks.

"Well, he's certainly one for first impressions." You grumble.

Papa Copia chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sodo does have a tendency to be a bit prickly, but he means well. We are a diverse family here, and it takes time for everyone to find their place in the grand scheme of things." He stops to think before continuing. "But fear not, your dedication to this sacred task will earn you the respect of your fellow Siblings and Ghouls in due time."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you at Papa's words. It's comforting to know that despite the initial hiccups, you have the support and understanding of your new family.

"Now, let us return to my office," Papa suggests, motioning for you both to follow him. "I am curious about your thoughts and impressions of the archives so far. I want to hear about the secrets you have uncovered within these walls."

Grateful for the chance to share your experiences, you walk alongside Papa and Mountain as you make your way back to the office.

Sodo grumbles and paces around the ghoul den as Swiss watches from the sofa. 

"Who does that sibling think he is anyways!" He explodes, fire blazing from his hands. 

"Dude, chill. He was just doing his job." Swiss hangs off the back of the couch to get a better view of Sodo. "You know the siblings are expected to do all kinds of duties."

"That didn't give him the right to call me a fucking weasel!" 

"You also didn't have the right to start interrogating him." 

The smaller ghoul scoffs in response. He was right, Sodo just didn't want to admit it. Swiss takes a deep breath and approaches Sodo, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Look, I get it. We all take our roles seriously here, and it's natural to be protective of Papa's private space." The taller ghoul pats the other's shoulder, "But the siblings know their place, and it's expected to find some in places they're not usually at."

Sodo grumbles, his fiery aura gradually subsiding. "You're right... I may have overreacted a bit."

Swiss smiles reassuringly. "It happens to the best of us. Let's go find him and apologize. We don't want any tension with the new sibling, especially if we want him to stay."

With a nod of agreement, Sodo follows Swiss as they make their way towards Papa Copia's office. As they approach, they see you, Mountain, and Papa engaged in an animated conversation. Sensing their presence, Papa turns to them with a knowing smile.

"Join us," Copia beckons, gesturing towards the empty chairs in front of his desk. "We were just discussing our new sibling's journey through the archives."

Sodo and Swiss exchange glances, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. They cautiously take a seat, unsure of what to expect.

"I must say," Papa continues, his face filled with amusement, "our newest addition has quite the spirit. Calling Sodo here a weasel on their first encounter!"

You shift uncomfortably in your chair as all eyes turn to you. "I... I didn't mean it in a disrespectful way," you stammer, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. "It just slipped out."

"I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and acted so aggressively. It was uncalled for." Sodo's voice is filled with sincerity. Mountain, Swiss, and Papa snap their heads towards the fire ghoul. The apology was a surprise to all three of them.

Copia chuckles softly, putting you both at ease. "No need to worry, my dear sibling. We all have our moments of slipping up." He pauses for a moment before continuing. " Eh, But now that we are all gathered here, I think it time to let you all in on a little secret."

The room falls silent as everyone leans in, their curiosity piqued. Papa's eyes gleam mischievously as he takes a moment to savor the suspense.

"You see," he begins, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "As our popularity rises, we are in need of extra help backstage, and on tours."

"What happened to doing backstage stuff ourselves?" Swiss asks. "We don't need more siblings in our space, papa, with all due respect."

"No, no. There will only be one sibling traveling with us. Making sure that the equipment is in the right place, and that you all are getting extra care."

Swiss leans forward, his curiosity getting the better of him. "So, what's the secret then? Who is this new sibling?"

Copia's head turns towards you, followed by the other three ghouls. You sat for a moment looking around before realizing he was talking about you. "You can't possibly mean me."

"But Papa," Sodo interjects, his tone laced with skepticism, "how can we trust a new sibling to handle such crucial responsibilities?"

He raises an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Ah, Sodo, I understand your concern. However, I have already tested their ability to do such tasks."

"What? How?" You ask in disbelief.

"It was not a coincidence that you ran into Sodo in the archive."

Papa Copia leans back in his chair,"I orchestrated that encounter to test your mettle," he confesses, his voice filled with pride. "I wanted to observe how you handle conflict and whether you possess the resilience and adaptability required for the position."

"And how did I fare?" you ask, a hint of nervousness lingering in your voice.

"You are not as timid as I thought you were, and I must say, you have exceeded my expectations." He continues. "The hymn books I also tasked you to find were hidden in very meticulous spots. You could not have found them so easily.

You all sit listening to his explanation. Not a mouth open to protest his decision.

"But you did. Without hesitation or complaint," Papa Copia commends, his eyes shining with approval. "You have proven yourself worthy of this role."

Swiss claps you on the back, a grin spreading across his face. "Congratulations! Looks like we've got ourselves a new traveling buddy!"

Mountain nods in agreement, his voice filled with warmth. "We are a family here, and families support one another. Welcome to the team."

Sodo sat quietly as the other two ghouls congratulated you. You look towards him, but are only given a huff and the back of his mask as he turns away. Overwhelmed with gratitude and relief, you feel a surge of confidence coursing through your veins. Copia leans forward, his tone becoming more serious.

"Now, there is one important task I must entrust to you." He retrieves a small key from his pocket and hands it over as you take it gently out of his hand.

With the key in your hand, you gaze at Papa Copia, a mix of curiosity and anticipation filling your chest. "What is this for?" you ask, unable to contain your curiosity any longer.

"This key," Papa Copia explains, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mystery and excitement, "unlocks the rehearsal rooms and other doors in the Ghoul Den."

Your heart pounds with anticipation as you take in the weight of this responsibility. "Why would I need to access that?"

"Seriously? You ask that instead of 'What's a Ghoul Den?', Fuckin humans." Sodo replies snarkily.

"Okay smartass, then what's a ghoul den if you want me to ask so bad." You snap back as heat begins to steam off of Sodo.

"For your information, it is where us bastards go to hide at night, because we're not privileged to be alive and be fully ourselves around the likes of you!" He stands and storms out of the room yet again. 

You all sit there, stunned by Sodo's outburst, unsure of what you said to trigger such a vehement response. Papa Copia sighs and rubs his temples, clearly exasperated by the situation.

"I apologize for Sodo's behavior," Papa says, running a hand through his hair. "He can be quite volatile at times. Please understand that his anger stems from a place of deep frustration and pain."

"I'll talk to him later," Mountain offers, standing up from his seat. "I think he just needs some time alone."

Copia nods gratefully at Mountain before turning his attention back to you. "Please don't let Sodo's reaction discourage you. You are an important part of our team now, and I believe in your abilities."

You take a deep breath, letting Copia's words sink in. Despite the tension in the room, you feel determined to prove yourself to Sodo and earn his trust. But for now, there is another matter at hand - meeting the other ghouls and familiarizing yourself with the den.

"I won't let you down," you say firmly, meeting Papa's gaze. "I'll make sure to handle this responsibility with care."

He smiles warmly at you, his eyes filled with belief. "I know you will. Take your time to explore the den, just do not go into their personal spaces without permission."

"Yes, Papa." say as you and the remaining two ghouls stand.

"And you two. Show him the way, introduce him to the others. Remind them to be kind, and no orgies right off the bat."

"Huh?"

Swiss grabs your shoulders as he pushes you out of the office. "No promises!"

You hear papa chuckle and you all leave and head towards the ghoul den.

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Hiiii, regarding the 300 follower event, can I request prompt 2 with Itoshi Rin? Tsym and have a good day ◑▽◐

MOONLIGHT SONATA.

prompt. that warm feeling they get when they successfully make the other laugh out loud.

includes: itoshi rin x gn!reader. reader’s a bit tipsy, not that much dialogue, mentions of drinking and alcohol but barely, pro player / aged up rin — wc: 374

The night was cold, with a chilling wind whispering through the air, causing you to clutch your jacket, yearning for additional warmth. You were on your way home, accompanied by Rin after a delightful evening spent with friends. The decision to forgo the car was deliberate; an inexplicable desire to walk amidst the enigmatic dangers that lay hidden in the darkness had taken hold of you. Understanding your inclination, Rin willingly joined you, ensuring your safety.

In your slightly tipsy state, courtesy of the libations consumed earlier, Rin thoughtfully draped his arm over your shoulder, preventing any inadvertent collisions with lampposts or obstacles. Progressing past shuttered establishments, their doors securely locked, you caught sight of a handful of illuminated 24-hour stores dotting the quiet streets.

Silent footfalls carried you both through the nocturnal landscape until you found yourselves standing at the entrance of a modest park, an intermediary on your journey home. In this moment, an inexplicable desire to dance enveloped you, compelling you to seize Rin’s hand. And lo and behold, before you stood a graceful fountain, its ethereal presence heightened by the feeble glow of a solitary streetlamp.

“Rin, dance with me,” you whispered, an impish smile playing on your lips as you met his puzzled gaze. Embracing the whimsy of the moment, you seized the lead, swaying side to side, hands entwined with an invisible thread of shared joy. The rhythm of your movements carried you through spins and twirls, your laughter blending with the night’s gentle serenade.

Yet, the intoxicating effects of the evening’s libations betrayed your balance, causing a momentary stumble. In that instant, Rin’s reflexes kicked in, his arms swiftly encircling your waist, preventing your fall. His eyes, softened with tenderness, witnessed your laughter, a sight that tugged at his heartstrings.

As you regain your composure, you reciprocate his steadfast support, grasping his hand and propelling yourselves forward, hastening toward the warmth and comfort of your shared sanctuary. Giggles of pure delight escaped your lips, floating on the night breeze like ephemeral notes of happiness. And in that fleeting moment, as thoughts danced through Rin’s mind, he realised a truth that stirred his soul.

“Oh,” he thought, a warmth swelling within, “So this is what love feels like.”

NOTES. BRO I GIGGLED SO HARD WHILE MAKING THIS BYE. it kinda strayed off from the original prompt but there’s some hints there ykyk—tagging some of my moots who seem to love rin cause!

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@zukaangweek day 3: daydreams / desires

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Royalty suits you.

You look gorgeous in formal robes—spine held straight, chin high, voice unwavering. Power pours out from you. Gone are the days of awkward uncertainty at the beginning of your reign; now, you hold the entire Fire Nation in your palm and command it as if it's second nature.

Powerful, yes, and also gentle. You took care to smooth your harsher edges, knowing that your people needed a softer touch to guide them and recover from the war.

Reparations are being made. We sat at many tables with those your predecessors stripped of dignity, lands and life, and I helped you wade through the guilt and the suffering to turn them into loving actions.

We're sitting at one of those tables now. You talk, and you listen, and you make your proposal and make your decisions, and you fool everyone into thinking that your mind isn't straying—but I see you.

We're playing with fire.

I see the questioning heat in your brief glances. I see the hesitation when our skins touch, the magnetic force that pulls us together too potent to be broken without that small, almost imperceptible hitch in your breath. A fleeting, casual touch, then it's gone. You wait for an excuse to touch again.

I don't need to wait, because I know that I'll offer one soon.

We're sitting at the table, polite and focused. We're also sitting with the knowledge that soon it will be over, and we'll retire to your room to compare notes, alone and undisturbed. I wonder how daring you will be today, if perhaps you will break and finally ask.

Meanwhile, I enjoy your shyness. You're usually not one to keep your thoughts to yourself, throwing yourself head first in every battle that earns your attention. With your love, you're careful. So convinced that your role envelops the entirety of who you are; so convinced that, with that role, a certain mannerism will always be expected of you, that in no occasion the crown can be put down—forgetting that, to me, you'll forever be Zuko.

The day has ended. I follow you into the sanctuary of your private space; alone at last.

Tea is poured by your magical hands, the brew just right. You see my smile and a smudge of color rises to your cheeks, but you hold my gaze and smile too. Still not asking.

You've been looking at me for weeks that have already turned into months.

What makes you believe that you have to hide your desires? To keep them leashed, waiting for a sign that allows you to let go?

My beloved Zuko, you're not a Lord behind these closed doors.

Perhaps I'm being cruel to you by denying your not-so-hidden question. Perhaps you do need my hand to remove that crown for you, to place it with care on your nightstand as I lead you to bed.

Perhaps I, too, need the release of this tension. As sweet as its taste might be, it also brings an ache that pulls at my core to be satisfied. Our bodies have been yearning to meet for a long time, after all, and the intensity of your gaze on me carries through our dreams.

Have you forgotten that our dreams are shared? That when you wake up breathless and grasping at your covers, wishing to find me there in the flesh as your pleasure overflows, I feel it with you?

I don't believe you have. You know it perfectly well, and you let that knowledge hang between us—careful, too careful, tip-toeing and taming your fire.

I reach out to you, caress your wrist with my fingertips. I cherish your tremble, the spike in your pulse.

“Aang?” you say. Uncertain, hopeful, beautiful. Golden eyes fixed on the point of contact between our bodies.

“I want you.”

A heartbeat, and your walls crash down.