#He angy and letting out steam on others

[henrystickminart]

Code in games(CookierunKingdom)

So Code in the au can enter games. Have him invading Cookie-run kingdom. Also, you can suggest some games in the comments. Might do more of this.

[snowdropluck204]

L'amore Italiano - Angel Dust x GN! Reader Headcanons

How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian

This was a lovely ask that an anon sent me earlier! Tumblr has been playing up today and not saving my stuff... So! I hope this ends up okay... Please note! I do not speak Italian, so these are just translations I found that seemed accurate! Hope that's okay! On with the show! Xxx

Regular Hazbin Warnings Apply!

~ You'd been bust looking for Angel for the last twenty minutes, at this point you were getting worried. ~ You'd text him at least a dozen times, you remember when you used to be worried about being too clingy for him, but he reassured you a dozen times, that he loved it. ~ After the way he was treated most of the time while he was alive, it was common for him to appreciate things that other demons would usually despise, like the coddling and the constant texting. ~ When the two of you were alone, he wasn't Angel Dust, he was Anthony. It was you and him and Fat Nuggets in your own little world, and it was everything either of you wanted. ~ So when you text him earlier, to see if he had eaten lunch, he was in a bad mood, Val had been driving him mad all day, there had been too many guys for him to deal with, so when he tapped out, Val tried to grab a hold of him as he left, but he said he'd come home early. ~ But he still hadn't come up to your room. ~ When he had a day like this, Anthony turned from the sexy, dirty minded, full of innuendos Angel Dust, to someone who wanted nothing to do with sex, he instead wanted to cuddle up and watch some stupid reality show (his favourite at the moment was Cannibalising The Kardashians). ~ So for a while, you sat on the bed, playing with Fat Nuggets, scrolling through Sinstagram, having some fun going through Anthony's closet, but now you were getting worried, he should have been home by now... ~ So you went out to look for him, by now, you had reached the lobby, able to hear Angel's heavy accent, he was at the bar with Husk. ~ You smiled, you were glad he was okay and safe at the hotel, the two of you adored Husk, he had helped Angel out of spirals too many times to count. ~ So you stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt. ~ "Honestly, Val is being such a pain in the ass! Literally! Like, jeez! I need to be able to recover from days like that, but all the days have been like that recently!" He groaned, getting more and more upset. ~ "È sempre, 'Angie succhia questo, Angie scopali,' mi sto stancando fottutamente!" Anthony spat. ~ You felt a shiver run down your spine, you had no clue what Anthony was saying, but holy shit, was it hot! He rarely ever spoke Italian, unless he was immensely angry, and naturally, he'd never gotten that angry at you... ~ But now? Fuck, you wish he had... ~ "Onestamente! Fanculo!" He exclaimed. ~ You wandered over, trying to hide how flustered you were, your cheeks definitely felt flushed... ~ "Angel?" You cooed, leading him to look over his shoulder, see you and relax. ~ "Hey hon, sorry, you probably been texting me, my phone died on the walk over." He told you, wrapping his lower arms around your waist, leaning down to kiss your forehead. ~ Usually when he did this, he'd lean back, smirk and call you short. You'd usually respond by calling him a tree, but he didn't seem very fun-loving today... ~ You tentatively asked, "Everything okay?" ~ Angel nodded, "Yeah, just needed to let off some steam, Val has been really pissing me off today. Stronzo..." He murmured. ~ Jesus, you almost squeaked. ~ Fortunately, Anthony didn't notice. ~ Unfortunately, Husk did... ~ You dreaded the smirk that came across his face. ~ He looked to Angel, "Hey, what does that word mean?" He asked curiously, obviously fake, "What was it again?" ~ Angel looked at him, "What, Stronzo?" He asked. ~ Husk looked at you, seeing your shoulders tense and you shift on your feet, he nodded to Angel. ~ "It means asshole, why?" He asked again. ~ Husk chuckled deeply, "Cause it looks like someone liked the sound of that word... Or maybe the way you said it?" He told Anthony, looking over at you. You winced. ~ Angel followed Husk's gaze, raising and brow and looking you over. ~ He knew you better than anyone, he knew the signs when you were getting a bit hot and bothered and you definitely were! ~ Anthony smirked. You sighed. ~ "Oh, you like that do ya? Cara mio?" He purred in your ear, his arms tightening around you. ~ You ducked your head, the chill spreading across your neck.

This is as much as I could get before tumblr pissed me off... Enjoy! I hope this was okay! Xxx

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Hello again my misfits. I feel like I've been neglectin' the other ships as of late. So here's one just for you ^^

The Inventor and the Explosive Expert:

It had been a week since Sir Pentious was brought into the hotel. The snake man smiled at his minions as the idiots worked on cleaning his room. "Oh, once you're done with that, I'd like to go into the city for an errand." He stated as Frank saluted.

"Yess sir boss!" The egg replied as he scurried away.

Sir Pentious usually took his blimp, but the thing has been having engine problems. He casually strolled into town since it did feel good to go for a walk every so often. He hummed casually, his head swaying a bit. "Huh?" He blinked hearing an explosion.

"Ha eat shit cock sucker!" A voice boomed as Sir Pentious started to fluff up his frills slightly. He knew the owner of that wonderful Australian accent. Cherri Bomb was seen shoving another bomb into a gunman's mouth and jumping off as it exploded the fool.

The snake demon watched the cyclops in awe. He always loved her brilliant explosive contraptions. He, however, noticed someone trying to ambush her from behind. "Missss Cherri Bomb, look out!" Sir Pentious shouted, alerting the cyclops bombshell.

"Oh, thanks for the heads up, old man!" Cherri grinned as she punched the ambusher. Soon the skirmish ended with the losers running or dead as Cherri laughed dusting herself off.

"Hey Angie did ya get those other fuckers?!" She smirked seeing Angel Dust having a blast with his guns.

"Yep, but looks like there's some more headin' our way!"

"Ah shit, we'd better split up to get those fucks disoriented. I'll meet cha back at your hotel, alright!' Cherri smirked as Angel gave a thumbs up. "C'mon old man!" She grabbed the snake demon to drag him out of the battle zone. But before she could, Sir Pentious dropped a disk like object on the ground.

"What, hey!" He blinked but followed.

"Follow the boss!" Frank ordered as the eggs scurried after the two.

Once out of danger Cherri sighed in relief. "I hate runnin' but those assholes wouldn't quit." She muttered annoyed.

"I left them something fun to deal with for you." Sir Pentious smiled as an explosion was heard. "It's a ssimple contraption but effective when ussed during chaosss." He grinned doing a playful bow.

"Not bad old fart.." Cherri chuckled but hissed softly. The cyclops growled, seeing one of those bullets had grazed her arm. "Fuck.."

Sir Pentious blinked but searched his coat and grumbled. He then smirked, stealing some cloth from an overhang. "Can I wrap your injury, Missy?" He asked as Cherri gave him a 'dafuck' look. "I know you can probably jussst heal with eassse, but I can't sstand by while a young lady iss hurt."

Cherri gave him a skeptical look. "What ever floats your boat edgelord." She shrugged but let him wrap her left arm.

The egg bois yelped as one of them was cracked. "Finally caught up to you fucking bitch!" A bull looking sinner with a shotgun growled with steam coming out of his nose.

"How dare you crusssh one of my minionsss you boob!" Sir Pentious hissed, flaring up his yellow cobra like frills. "Now take thisss!" All his eyes soon emitted a hypnotic trance, forcing the bull to stumble and groan. The snake demon soon slithered over with speed and bit the bull in the neck, injecting the sinner with venom.

"Huh.." Cherri looked amused as the bull sinner started to uncontrollably vomit with Sir Pentious stealing the shot gun.

"A simpleton like you doesn't deserve mercy." The snake demon growled and shot the bull demon sending the sinner flying.

Cherri couldn't help but whistle. "Fuckin' hell mate, didn't know you could handle a gun?" She smirked as Sir Pentious shyly rubbed his neck.

"W-well I wanted to help you... Plus he destroyed one of my many minionsss!" The snake replied being awkward.

"C'mon shit for brains, let's meet up with Angie, eh?" Cherri motioned for him to follow.

The two ran through the back alleyways as soon they didn't have to look far to spy the pink spider demon. "Oh no, Angel Dusst is cornered."

Cherri smirked evilly as five sinners started to close in on Angel. "Got another one of 'em disks?" She asked as Sir Pentious nodded handing her one. "Good cause this is gonna be fun."

With his back against a wall, Angel smirked a bit with his tommy guns out of ammo. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is the start of a bad porno." He cheekily sneered.

He kept his eyes on the goons so as not to alert them to the duo on the buildings behind them. "Hehe a free fuck with the famous porn star? Sounds fun." One sinner who was an ugly slug moved forward.

"You limp dicks couldn't afford my sexy ass." Angel soon brought out his extra two arms and shot the group back with his fresh guns.

"Eat shrapnel cock suckers!" Cherri laughed maniacally tossing in her bombs with one of them attached to the disk. A row of explosions wiped out the first two while the disk one caused a bigger one to pretty much turn the other three into mince meat.

Sir Pentious watched in awe seeing her using his work. "Impresssive Misss Bomb." He grinned watching Cherri jump down. "O-oh uh... I'll usse the sstairsss.."

The snake demon came down to Cherri, clapping Angel Dust on the back with a grin. "Well fuck, it seems like that hotel hasn't made ya soft yet."

"Hey I'm still down for blasting holes into some fucks head sugar tits." The spider replied retracting his third set of arms. "C'mon bet little miss princess and Vagina are getting their panties in a twist right now." He laughed amused.

Sir Pentious slithered over as his Eggs followed. "Mind if I join you?" He asked giving a friendly toothy smile.

"Eh sure." Cherri shrugged looking at Angel.

"Why the fuck not." The spider also shrugged as the unlikely trio made their way back to the Hotel.

And yes, Vaggie was incredibly pissed about it since it was on the news, and Charlie was just a cute sobbing mess to see they're ok.

(Hope you guys liked this one, it got stuck in my head plus I figured I'd give Cherrisnake a go.)

[silverwolfstuff]

CHAPTER NINE (HuskerDust) Overlord Angel and Overlord Husker

9:10 amMafia Building Cick.Click. 

Click. The sound of clicking heels echoed down the hallway of the building. The lights flickered, creating an eerie glow when two of the lights went out in the narrow hall. Red smoke hugged the ground as the figure walked. Click.Click.Click. Heels clicking and clomping on the concrete floor, creating an echo. The temperature of the building was warm, but cold because of the air conditioning. The overlord glanced over his shoulder before continuing down the hallway, opening a door and let himself in.

“An- What the fuck?” said the figure seeing the younger overlord heavily making out the Gambling Demon. The young mafia overlord scowled when he saw the other overlord at his office door. All eight eyes opened as he reached to grab something off of his desk. The Gambling Demon soothed Angel gently, and scowled at the one at the doorstep. 

“What. Do. You. Want. Val?” Angel asked, anger laced in his voice. The moth smirked before blowing red smoke in the two’s faces before leaving an envelope on the desk and turned on his heels, leaving the two overlords be. Angel sighed and shoved the envelope under the stack of papers he had in his desk before pushing his hands through his hair and put on his jacket, calling up his brother, hoping he would answer the late phone call. 

“Angel? It’s too early for this. What do ya want?” Arackniss’ rough voice spoke through the phone line. 

“A favour,” he answered coldly, sighing softly when Husk gave him a look. 

“Neva mind.. It can wait until later. Husk and I can figure it out later. Tell Pen we said hi,” he mumbled before he hung up, groaning. All eight eyes were open as he ran his hands through his hair. 

“What more does he want from you?” Husk asked gently. 

“I don’t know! Ugh!!” Angel groaned, sighing softly, smiling a little bit when Husk’s rings wrapped around his shoulders and kissed his forehead. They were solid and golden, perfect together just like two peas in a pod. 

“I gotta go to work, Legs. I’ll meet up with ya later, promise.” Husk smiled and pressed a small kiss to the Overlord’s cheek, squeezing his hand before he walked out and towards his casino. Angel had nodded and kissed his furry head in response before the cat demon had walked off to the city and back to his casino. The spider growled and cocked his rifle, cracking his knuckles as he tried to brush off steam, clearly pissed off about the whole scenario. He racked his hands through his hair, calming down a little bit before calling Cherri, who, after becoming an Overlord, was able to offer her a job, though he didn’t own her soul. She just worked for him. The cyclops sinner walked into her best friend’s office, tossing away an apple core. Behind her was Anastastia, Angel’s lead of his crew when he would assign missions to them. 

“What’s up, Angie?” Cherri asked, sitting on the chair and put her feet up on his desk. Rolling his eyes a little bit, he just sighed quietly. He told the two what happened that morning before he was called into a meeting by his secretary. He gave Cherri a hug and walked out. Click.Click.Click.Angel’s heels clicked on the concrete floor as he walked towards the lobby. He looked surprised when he saw Velvette standing there with the business’ security. 

"She's good, fellas. Leave her alone. Vel, you good?” he asked the social media Overlord with a raise of a brow, putting his gun back into his pocket. The younger Overlord gave a small smile before tugging him into an empty room and explained what Valentino was planning to do. Fuck. When Angel heard that, he was pissed. He wanted nothing more than to smash that moth pimp’s bitch face of his in because of how angry he was with him. “Update me on him, will ya?” he asked her before checking his phone, growling when he was dragged into another meeting, yet again with the other Overlords. 

“We gotta go,” said one of his assistants. Angel hissed at him before he grabbed his dagger and slipped it into his boot strap, walking out and headed out into Pentagram City, running into Charlie on the way. 

“Angel!” 

“Charlie? What are you doin’ out here?!”

“I came to see how things are going for you! You haven’t been to the hotel in a while,” she said, her tone slightly disappointed and let down that he hadn’t been coming to the Hazbin Hotel. Biting his lip, he shook off the feeling and slipped past her, saying he had somewhere to be before he walked on. A sinner, whose name was Ambrose, spoke up to the Princess of Hell. “Hotel?” he asked, signing in sign language. The princess looked over when she felt a tap to her shoulder, catching the sign and nodded excitedly.

“Yeah! The Hazbin Hotel! It’s a hotel where we help sinners like you redeem yourself to get into Heaven and receive a second chance! Are you interested?” she asked back in sign, a bright smile on her face. The smaller sinner looked hesitant. 

“I don’t… I don’t know… I want to see my mum again… and my sisters…” he signed, running his hands through his hair nervously, unsure how else to answer one of the most respected Royals in Hell. Charlie just smiled and gave him her business card before catching up to Vaggie who had been waiting for her at the cafe across the street. The sinner nodded and tucked it into his pocket before he walked away himself. 

When Angel walked into the Carmine Factory, which was where the Overlord meetings were held, he saw Husk and smiled softly, relaxing when the cat came up to him. 

“You okay?” he asked, cupping the spider’s cheek gently. 

“Yeah… I’m good, Whiskers,” he promised and hugged his lover tightly in his arms, wrapping two sets of arms around him while his upper most set of arms cupped the furry face of his boyfriend, kissing him softly on the lips. Husk smiled and kissed him back, just holding and comforting the spider as much as he possibly could. “C’mon lovers,” Velvette mumbled, walking into the hallway where they were making out. Angel rolled his eyes but followed the social media overlord, keeping a hand interlocked with Husk’s. He gave a nod of acknowledgement when he saw Alastor who hummed in reply, looking bored as usual. The second Husk was sitting down, the spider made himself comfortable on his lap, playing with the fur on his fluffy ears. Valentino noticed this and growled, red smoke filling around the room that hugged the chair legs around him. Vox and Velvette shared a look, sighing softly. Vox rolled his eyes, linking a hand with one of Val’s, hoping this would calm him down a little bit. Alastor looked amused, ears twitching when his clumsy twin brother walked in, panting as if he was out of breath, and he was. Ash walked over to Carmilla and Zestial and handed her a piece of paper, which had the plans for the next Extermination Day. He was able to grab them before Heaven noticed as he was one of the few sinners who could go up and see family and friends who were in Heaven. 

“Thank you, Ash,” Carmilla said and took the paper from him, frowning. “I grabbed it before anyone could see me snatch it from Saint Peter, annoying prick he is,” he grumbled under his breath, sitting across from his brother, glaring daggers at Valentino. The two… Had history. Let’s just say that Alastor was livid when he found out that his brother had been affiliated with the moth pimp in the first place. He hadn’t known at all so he was pissed when he found out. Ten long years that was and it hadn’t been… Great per say. The smaller demon stuck his tongue out at the moth, hiding a low growl under his breath. He listened to Carmilla’s plan but still glared daggers at the moth pimp who was glaring daggers right back at him. Vox nudged Ash’s shin gently and gave him a subtle nod with a tiny smile at his lips. It was subtle so no one really noticed it; maybe Angel noticed but he wasn’t too worried about it as the spider kept quiet anyways. 

“Extermination day is coming up… This one seems worse than the last… Best option is to get Lucifer himself involved,” Carmilla said and looked around the room between the Overlords. 

“Or the Seven Deadly sins had been wise to get involved as well,” Zestial spoke up and looked over at the Overlord. Carmilla nodded, hesitant almost before she called in Lucifer, unsure if he would answer. It was rare to get the King of Hell himself involved in Exterminations, especially bad ones like these. The last one he was brought into was when Charlie was involved and based on the information that the Overlords now knew, she was sure to get involved with this one as well. “I can shoot him a text,” Ash spoke, already typing away, letting Lucifer know about the Extermination. 

10:20 am<Ash> Yo, Lucifer. Need ya down here at the Overlord meeting. 

10:21 am<King of Hell>What why? Who’s dying?

<Ash> No one’s dying but um… Extermination day plans. I managed to snatch a piece of paper that I think Lute gave St. Peter

<King of Hell>

Oh… Um. Yeah. I’ll be there in ten. 

“Well. Give him ten minutes then he’ll be here,” Ash said, kicking his legs onto the table, thanking one of Carmilla’s assistants who handed him a glass of wine. All nodded. Angel seemed slightly uncomfortable as Valentino kept stealing glances over at him. He checked his phone and frowned a little when he saw the texts from the Don and his brother, as well as texts from Cherri, who was looking after Fat Nuggets for the time being.

9:50 am<sugar tits>Wer r u?9:55 am<sugar tits>Ang? Babe. nuggs misses u 10:00 am<sugar tits>You better not be dead10:05 am<sugar tits> Srsly, ang, wat the hell? Are u ok?! Pls be safe. Text me when u can. Pls 10:15 am<sugar tits>Nuggs misses u. Took him out for a walk. Love ya <3 

10:30 am<angie> I’m safe, don’t worry. Waiting on Lucifer. Bad shit’s gonna go down next Extermination. Give my baby kisses. Xoxo

Angel looked up when Husk softly kissed his cheek and nudged him. He sat up a little straighter when Lucifer walked in, slightly uncomfortable. Sitting down at the head of the table with Carmilla and Zestial, he asked what was going on. Carmilla handed him a piece of paper. With Adam out of the way, the Extermination was going to be a little more brutal than anything. Lute hadn’t been any better either, especially since the last Extermination, things had right been batshit crazy. Lucifer growled, seeing that the newest member of the army was none other than…

“Lilith?! … What did you do, my dear?” he asked out loud and looked around the room of Overlords. Carmilla offered a small smile, knowing it had been almost eight years since the Queen of Hell had been in any contact with anyone, let alone her own husband and daughter. The Overlords looked at the King with all the same look. 

“What should we do?” Angel said, breaking the awkward silence between everyone. Lucifer looked up, rage and hurt filled his eyes.

“Get in contact with the Sins. I’ll tell Charlie myself to stay at the hotel. I don’t need her to get into this. Not with her own mother being a part of it anyways. Until the Extermination day, I will be at the palace. Stay safe, all of you,” he said before leaving in a hurry. Angel looked between everyone and cleared his throat. “So… What now?” Velvette asked. Carmilla sighed and pressed her fingers to her temple, rubbing softly. 

“We make sure no one gets hurt in the Extermination. Keep each other safe, just like every year. That’s all,” she said, heading out of the room with her daughters and Zestial following closely behind her. Angel blinked, hopping off of Husk and kept his hand locked with the Gambling Demon’s, keeping him close. 

“My money’s on Zestial an’ Carmilla,” he laughed softly, trying to ease tension that was upon them. Extermination day was only forty eight hours away. Everyone was scared shitless. Ash looked over at Vox as the meeting ended and went over to him, sliding his hand into his. “I’m scared,” he whispered to the sinner, laying his head on his shoulder, tensing when he heard Valentino’s cigarette flicker and sputter out, inhaling the red smoke and started coughing. 

“Fuck off, Val,” the smaller sinner growled and hid behind Vox, keeping a hand on the older Overlord. Scowling, Vox teleported them into VoxTek, soothing his lover. Granted the sinner had sold his soul to Vox, at least he was protected and was actually cared for instead of being under Valentino’s control. The blue chain appeared on his wrist as he looked at Vox, catching himself against Vox’s chest, a scared look in his eyes. The tv sinner wrapped his arms tightly around him and held him close. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, dimming his screen a little before pressing a small kiss, comforting the scared sinner in his arms. 

***

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Husk and Angel had both shown up to be there and help break the bad news with Lucifer. Nifty scrambled up onto Husk’s ears, grinning and played with his fluff. Alastor stayed lurking in the shadows, being spooked by Alessia. “Al, you okay?” she asked.

“I’m alright, my dear.” He smiled and walked over to the group who was in the lobby. Lucifer sat at the bar, playing with a martini glass. Charlie looked at her dad and Alastor, both shared the same look with one another. Sighing quietly, she sat beside her dad, asking him what was going on. Angel looked at her and then at Husk, then Vaggie. “What’s going on?” asked the Princess of Hell. Lucifer sighed, downing the rest of his drink. 

“Extermination day is in forty eight hours… Adam is dead but Lute is restless… There’s a new… Leader, we’ll say, and… It’s your mother. Charlie, before you say anything, I do not want you getting involved in this. I’m handling it with the Overlords. I don’t want you getting hurt. Please stay out of this. Please,” Lucifer said, grabbing his staff, offering a tiny smile to Alastor who gently squeezed his hand. “Dad… I’ll be fine. Wait. Mom’s in it?! Why?!” she asked.

“I don’t know, Charlie. I wish I knew but please, for your own safety, stay out of this,” he said, growing slightly irritable with his daughter. Charlie frowned but knew she wouldn’t get a say in this. Though when she shared a look with Vaggie.

“Unless the Hotel is attacked on, I won’t get involved,” she said before walking over to her girlfriend and headed upstairs to her bedroom with her. Angel blinked and looked over at Husk before softly kissing him before he took a phone call from Arackniss.

“What’s the deal?”

“Ay, we could use some backup. Me and my guys are in a tough spot,” Arackniss’ voice came in over the line. Angel looked hesitant.

“I… Can’t. I’ve got ta do somethin’ with Charlie. Shoot a text to Marley, she’ll get ta ya. If not, then I’ll be there shortly. Don’t die,” he said before hanging up and answering another call from one of his assistants, growling before he squeezed Husk’s shoulder and headed out in a furry back to the building to deal with a problem. Now the only thing that anyone could do was wait for Extermination Day to come and pass by. No one knew the severity of this year’s extermination, no one was going to be ready. Lucifer himself sat alone in his palace, mapping out things to avoid his… Well…Wife. He sighed, knowing this was going to be difficult.

“Satan… Lilith… What did Charlie and I ever do…? Why are you doing this?” he whispered, raking his hands through his hair before he turned in for the night, letting the rest of his worries be tomorrow's problem.

[withlovefromsimtown]

A Not-So-Short Update

The last time I posted about my life was some sad news, so let's talk about how I've been moving forward from that point.

All the zoo went to the vet in March because of a bacterial respiratory infection. We probably picked it up from one of the very frequent vet visits with the 2 chronically ill cats before they both passed. Only 2 of the remaining animals actually had the respiratory infection per bloodwork; everyone got preventative shots, & everyone is doing GREAT.

In the same vetting round, I got everyone up on their yearly vaccinations. It was close enough to that time that I didn't want to drag everyone back again.

One of the cats got a little sneezy & wheezy again last month. She did not have a contagious variant & aside from being VERY ANGY at me for shoving her into a transportation prison & dragging her to the vet for round 2, she's doing great again now.

My family has been over at my house like 1-2 times a week pretty consistently.

I planted flowers.

I've been slowly rewatching the 1990s Trigun with my friend, it's still SO GOOD & I love so much sharing things with people. Especially when people are experiencing things I love for the first time, it's like seeing it again for the first time myself. <3

My kitchen light died. It had nothing to do with the lightbulbs. My dad helped me fix it.

My plumbing broke & I spent somewhere around $3700-$3800 total in diagnosis & repairs. I am not mathing right now. It was in the drainpiping, not cosmetic, & I still have to put a section of wall back from that "adventure" when I feel up to it.

The plumbing issues are FINANCED to a point where they are...ultimately manageable with very minimal damage to my daily life. Ask me about how to game the US credit system, sometime.

I feel like this is a good point to mention my Ko-fi . Although I've got it fine on my own & I don't expect anything from anyone, literally anything helps ease the burden a bit if anyone out there has anything to spare. This has no effect At All on whether or not I make anything Sims-related. The break has nothing to do with my financial situation.

My dad has offered to help me do some cosmetic repairs to the bathrooms (he's paying for new sink handles as an advance on my birthday present but it's super helpful).

I potted some new veggies; my dad got the first ripe pepper off the red poblano plant tonight & I'll have the other ripe one the next time I make an omelette. The squashes are working their ass off, the tomato hasn't flowered yet, & I'm keeping an eye on my bell peppers because they're getting around.

Due to a series of events my former gym has a) changed management & b) owed me like 6 months of membership, so I have that prepaid & going forward for me, I'm back at the gym 3-4 days a week, which has been helpful both mentally & physically.

The lawnmower is repaired, the weedwhacker is charging, the lawn isn't 6 feet high, & most of the jungle is cleared from around the sheds.

Jury's still out on the pressure washer being functional ever again but we'll cross that bridge when I feel like rewiring a power cord with a shutoff switch.

I steam-cleaned all the carpet upstairs.

I replaced my bedframe & have been working on the spareroom/guestroom again (it doubles as storage & sleepytimes, it's not like... rentable, or there for income... it's just a place for friends to sleep that's comfy & full of cattes.)

I got almost all my laundry done & put away. Everything that's not on my ass right now is clean & either dry or drying.

[hkpika07]

It Takes A Railway AU: The Ghosts

@sekiumiarashi​​ and I have finally named our damn au. Now we tell you about the spooky happenings on Sodor

First of All. How do ghosts work in our au? - Ghosts of engines are formed from strong memories, emotions and gold dust. The engines only exist as avatars, since their bodies are long lost. They retain traits based on how they died. For example, if an engine plunged into the sea and formed a ghost their avatar would always be soaking wet. When they appear they form in a cloud of rusty bronze gold dust. The more a ghost is remembered the stronger presence they have. Now that that’s out of the way lets introduce the spoopy spectres!

Our 4 Ghosts:

Godred: Is the the strongest and self proclaimed leader of the quartet. He died after falling off the mountain. Now he has taken up the duty of the guardian spirit of the mountain and narrow gauge. The only part that wasn’t melted/reused for parts was his whistle so that’s the only thing that the engines can hear. His whistle is in his little memorial alongside his mug and coal offerings. He warns the others of danger on the mountain/rails by whistling. His whistle echoes no matter where it is heard from. His clothes are ripped due to dying from falling off the mountain. He is the only one who remembers his name. Bridge bitch: Fell off a bridge because he went too fast and flew off of the broken track after he ran through a red signal. Now he’s just a really annoying nuisance who just whistles at people. He wants to be forgotten but is so darn angy that he cant help but harass people, thus making him more remembered and unable to fade away. He was supposed to be the guardian of signals but decided “fuck that” and didn’t. Now he just whistles and yells at engines that pass over “his” bridge. He is covered in dirt and dust due to falling into a canyon. One of his favorite targets is Duncan because the narrow gauge will always swear and yell back.

Viaduct: He fell off the viaduct and felt that was a stupid way to die. Not wanting anyone else to meet his fate he guards viaducts and bridges (because bridge guy won’t do it). He is the friendliest of the four and is the most likely to be spotted on the rails. He is constantly soaking wet due to falling into a river, and his whistle sounds like it’s being blown underwater.  Whistle: Ironically the only one who can’t whistle. The scrapper’s engine before ‘Arry and Bert. It was his will that if he got in a fatal accident that his body would be melted down and used to make steam engine parts. His whistle was lost in said accident and so his spirit lingers on in search of his whistle to return to the smelters. While Whistle doesn’t remember how he died, records say it was a boiler explosion. He always has a cloud of steam covering his mouth and he cannot speak. He is very fond of ‘Arry and Bert, viewing them as his juniors even if they are terrified of him. 

[thelightningthatjumpsbetween]

Thirty Nine

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Sequel of Winters and the Beast, a Resident Evil: Village Story

Table Of Contents

Donna walked with Rose partially to shush her; she knew pacing and bouncing were ways to quiet babies, but also because she wanted to keep an eye on the events, if at all possible.  And those tall second-story windows were made for looking out of.  A windstorm swept over the mansion and most of what she saw was thanks to intermittent flashes of lightning.  The wind howled around the structure.  

Rose was not impressed by the rocking and pacing, and was crying still.  Salvatore had gone to get an array of snacks and peace offerings from a cupboard downstairs; would Ethan balk if he knew they were trying to give his toddler crackers at 2 in the morning?  Maybe, but probably not.  

When Moreau reappeared, his desperate, simpering mannerisms seemed to agitate Rose further.  She flung her arms out, but begrudgingly grabbed an apple slice and bit into it, her cries subsiding into furious grunts.  “Now she sounds like Karl,” Donna mused with a hint of a smile.  

Salvatore brushed a shaky hand over the child’s curls, his uncertain expression melting into admiration.  

“Karl!” He answered Donna with saucer-wide eyes.  “He was…steaming mad!”

“I really thought she was going to hit him,” Donna muttered quietly as Rose demanded more food, which Uncle Sal dutifully supplied.  The still-angry toddler said something in a babble, some command, and pointed toward the room’s corner.  He glanced, but then answered Donna, “Or he was going to hit her.” 

The young-looking woman sighed, and patted the older man’s hand, which was covered with chewed-nails and peeling skin-anxiety-related, for maybe the first time in a thousand years.  “Sal…look at us.  What are we doing?”

“G-getting a..a…second chance?” he said, in an almost apologetic way.  “Helping.” 

“It just feels so surreal.” 

“Is it bad, Donna?”

“No.  It just feels lonely.  I hate fighting, I hate…whatever this is.  Remember the old festivals?  The parties we had.  Remember when the villagers would come together, build a new barn?  Or host a market.  Even though…no one from the outside ever came.  It still felt like…”

“Like a place, not a…a…hole in the ground.  Simple.  Happy some moments.” 

“There are things I miss, even as awful as it was.  We did have happy moments.” 

“Maybe there is time for more happy moments.”  

“I hope so.  Salvatore.  I’m so sorry for…never…I never…I gave you no voice.  Angie was so cruel to you, just as cruel as the others.  I take responsibility.” 

Rose was arguing with this sentence as she took more food and now distinctly pointed at the cabinet, but the adults were still deep in conversation, still staring out the window with a hope of seeing something, having some clue about where the others had gone, what had happened.  Crashes and screeches were the only clues.  

“It’s all right,” he said in a very shaky voice.  “Do you want to know something funny?  The meanest.  It wasn’t Angie, it wasn’t Alcina.  Not-not even the villagers who saw me when they were fishing, and they threw rocks and sometimes shot at me.” 

Her sympathetic stare was the question, and he answered with a trembling lip.  “The meanest…was Mother-Mother-Miranda,” the words were choked out, “... always.  She hated me…the more I changed, the more she hated me.” 

Donna stayed silent, but dipped her head toward his.  He was a few inches shorter than her, and he patted her on the back when she leaned in for the embrace.  Though she was silent, the two were aware enough of their emotions for him to intuit her thoughts.  She had already known that.  She watched it, after all. 

When Rose shrieked, causing them both to jump, and pointed again at the closet door, Donna sighed.  “All right, little one, let’s listen to you now.”  She held out the toddler to Moreau, who looked shocked.  

“You…you’d trust me? To…?”

With an encouraging look, Donna handed over the child, who was still babbling at the closet.  Donna approached it cautiously, her hands drawn up to her chest, plucking at her black nightgown’s collar in a nervous gesture.  Salvatore was staring in awe, as though he couldn’t imagine what Donna might find.  He didn’t even protest when Rose stuck one of her carrot slices into his mouth, he just chewed, enraptured.  

“The only thing here is this,” Donna said in confusion, slipping her hands around a heavy, large, dark purple stone.  It weighed in her hands as she lifted it.  “It feels…strange.” 

“Be safe,” Moreau said in a stutter, clutching Rose.  A new sound came from nearby, shocking them both again, and they jumped at the clicking keys of a typewriter.  It sat on a high shelf.  Donna laughed nervously and sat the crystal back down.  “Look at us, acting so scared.  No wonder they left us here.” 

“I-I’m sure you could be more scary, with your flowers,” he said reassuringly, and Donna dipped her head at the compliment.  

“I’d rather not,” she acknowledged, and then approached the typewriter, which had ceased its ghost typing.  “What could this be?”

When Salvatore had no answer, Donna reached up and plucked the paper out of the machine.  

TAKE CRYSTAL TO ETHAN 

TELL HIM, GODRIC SAYS – 

SHE HAS HUMANITY TOO

“Godric!” Donna exclaimed, remembering the way that Eva and Ethan had exploded onto the floor after disappearing, had needed hours to come down from whatever experience they’d had.  She only heard some of the details from Eva.  She read the note aloud to Moreau, and then glanced at the shelf.  

“Do you think it’s a trick?”

He shrugged.  “Ethan would want to know,” he acknowledged.  

“How do I get there?”

“Maybe…maybe you can travel the way Eva does?” 

Donna sauntered to the crystal; she picked it up again, holding it in one hand, the typewritten note in another.  

“I’m afraid I’ll get lost.  Ethan seems to have poor luck when he…”

Salvatore made a strangled noise at the window.  He pointed, and Donna ran, looking at the horizon for the worst-case scenario.  But there was nothing to see, other than a faraway white blur….headlights?  And the resonant screeches and thumps.  Sal was pointing downward.  “A loose horse!  Is that–”

“Ronin!”  Salvatore had plenty of stabling experience, even though most horses shied away from him in his later years.  He’d known this particular horse a very long time, perhaps over a century now.  “But where is the carriage?  He has no harness, no collar.” 

“Perhaps the Duke is camped nearby…We can return him later, but this feels like fate,” she said excitedly, grabbing her loose hair and twisting it into a haphazard braid.  She tied it with a piece of string from her nightgown.  Rose was now chattering happily, seeming to realize the message had been conveyed.  Donna looked around the room hopefully, and saw an old-fashioned cloak draped over a nail–it had likely been there for a century.  She cringed, thankful at least for her rain boots, as she pulled the moth-eaten grey fabric around her shoulders.  It had no hood, and she sighed in frustration.  

Moreau bit his lip.  “You think—you want me to go instead?  You watch Rose?”

Donna’s eyes were wide.  “I…I think I need to do this,” she said in a voice brimming with fear, “And besides, you know I’m the better rider.” 

In fact she was a very accomplished rider, and had an almost unnatural way with the large animals.  Maybe it was because they shared similar traits; shyness, a love of quiet, a habit of attracting unwanted attention from others, and palpable inner strength, all traits that were ignored when it came time for work.  Salvatore nodded wistfully, remembering the glory of the former days when Donna regularly rode.  Before her cadou.  Unfortunately, by then, he’d already begun to look relatively grotesque.  Their acquaintance was made mostly by moonlight, simply because he feared scaring her.  

She left in a flurry of grey cloak, and he watched from the window as the horse stood expectantly outside, stamping at the ground.  Several minutes passed and the dark form of the woman appeared, wrapped in the cloak, a large satchel across her shoulder containing what, apparently, Ethan needed.  

Salvatore and Rose both watched, mesmerized, as Donna approached the buckskin in a gentle, yet urgent way.  Moments later she’d somehow scrambled on his bare back, and without reins, grabbed the horse’s mane and urged him forward with the faintest of nudges.  

Since there was no light around, she disappeared on the road almost immediately, and Salvatore held his breath as he continued to seek the dark night for clues about what was happening.  Rose yawned, content in his arms, and he beamed when he realized she would go back to sleep soon.  

—-----

Ethan and Karl were flanking the creature, Ethan making use of the rifle and Karl still gleefully flinging metal toward it.  Alcina was entirely overwhelmed by the sight of these two working in unison against…well… her .  She gazed at the monster with something between disgust and pity.  This had been her legacy?  When she’d first transformed, Alcina was horrified, despite having already degenerated into murder many times over.  She never wanted to be a freak, never wanted to be anything but grace personified.  Instead, she’d become this thing, and Miranda had been delighted.  

Well, eventually.  At first the religious leader was stunned; she wanted to study the transformation, wanted samples.  She seemed jealous, almost, and had remarked about the great power within Alcina afterward.  Eventually Miranda warmed to the idea that her adopted daughter had an even larger, even more terrifying presence.  Alcina had always hoped, believed, after that, that she had won favor.  

So much for that, she thought bitterly.  

In truth, for all of Ethan’s energy and the promise that things were ‘lovely’, Alcina had no desire to be here.  She was wet, cold, barefoot, and she had no one.  Her daughters were gone.  She had no one else, never had…and of all the final insults, Karl damned Heisenberg was here, creating a larger-than-life magnetic field and wielding an electric hammer as if to add one more insult to the pain.  She contemplated leaving Ethan’s side and waltzing forward toward the beast, ending them both.  

Ending them all, perhaps.  Who cared?

She took a steadying breath.  She could bolt.  It was only perhaps one hundred feet away.  There was nothing that either man could do to stop her.  Right? They might not even try.  Ethan wanted her to do this. 

A loud, bone-rattling thunderclap sounded, and Heisenberg stumbled backwards as his field fell; he put a hand to his head as if he’d been struck.  The trio did not have to look far for the source of the sound; a black hole appeared within the pitch black of the night, and a form stepped out of it.  Heisenberg’s hammer was ringing as he built back up another field, his eyes darting between the woman in front of them, the beast stalking the treeline, and the truck, behind everyone.  

“She really here, Ethan?”

“No,” he said angrily, the wind stinging his eyes as he only barely lowered the rifle.  He could sense that she was more…tangible, than she’d been during the ceremony.  He could probably touch her, but she couldn’t touch them.  “No, she doesn’t have a body.”  

“Not yet,” Miranda agreed, her voice a hiss, like a snake.  She ignored Karl as she usually did and strode instead toward Ethan.  He raised the gun and his frown returned, as the truck creaked independently behind him.  “But I will, soon, Ethan.” 

He fired a round; it went past her, and Karl stepped even farther back, trying to juggle whatever the hell it was he was trying to do.  Alcina paused in her suicide mission, wondering if she could take out her tormentor.  She drew herself up haughtily despite standing in the rain in a nightdress.  Miranda, however, only had eyes for Ethan. 

The beast roared, and suddenly the truck they’d arrived in soared over their heads, groaning as it was hurled by the engineer at the creature.  It ripped apart midair, a purposeful act by Karl; Alcina saw fluid spraying from the carcass of his beloved vehicle.   In another moment he’d struck the broken, twisted parts of metal with a carefully aimed (was that possible?) lightning bolt; the gasoline ignited in a fury, lighting the field-and the creature-as it screamed.  Alcina’s voice echoed from it, cursing Heisenberg.  

“You have learned something…something which I need to know,” Miranda said hollowly to Ethan, ignoring the general chaos behind her.  “I sensed it earlier.  You have been near its resting place.” 

“ It ?” He thought of the man made of ice, the sarcophagus with the strange crystal.  

Her eyes lit up.  Goddammit, could literally anybody stay out of his fucking head? 

“Yes, Ethan, that’s it,” she said in another hiss, drawing even nearer.  The dragon yelped, downed for a moment, on fire.  Karl pulled the hammer back.  “Think of it.  The location of the damned.  Where is it?”

He knew better.  He glared at her, thinking of the kind Miranda stranded somewhere in the consciousness.  Then he thought of Alcina’s pale arm catching moonlight.  He thought of Karl’s ass in those cargo pants, in fact, thought of Karl’s ass in several other compromising positions.  Miranda’s face twisted into an expression of rage.  

“Fuck you,” he answered, and thought of Mia’s long, brown hair in the Texas sunlight.   Ethan grasped the rifle in his right hand and drew his left back.  He remembered the night of the ceremony, how the white showers of sparks had left Eva’s crystallized palm and hit Miranda right in the chest.  His anger outweighed any curiosity he might have had about her next movement, and he could only hope his own attempt was as powerful.  

When he emptied every ounce of anger into the throw, a shower of golden sparks erupted and blinded everyone, blazing more brightly than Karl’s gasoline lightning trick.  The Lord, and his sibling, shielded their eyes as Miranda flew back into the darkness, disappearing.  Her wail of rage faded, and Alcina stared at the black-eyed father with a new sense of admiration.  

“Karl, look out!” Eva appeared in the fray, pushing the engineer away as another form stumbled into reality directly behind her.  At first, Ethan was confused, but then he realized who was wielding the familiar sword.  Karl yanked the air and the blade almost left the man’s hands, and both laughed.  The same laugh.  That beautiful laugh.  

“It’s Heisenberg’s twin,” he explained breathlessly to a very sick-looking Alcina.  She watched the pair of brothers as they sparred, putting on a show of loud insults as they had last time.  Her voice was full of despondent sarcasm.  “There are two of him?  This is surely hell, curated to my specifications.” 

Ethan snorted and then abruptly pulled her behind him.  Miranda had reappeared, and a gaping, black-bleeding hole was in her abdomen.  But she straightened, with effort.  “I will take what is due,” she spat.  “If I have to tear that eyesore of a building down, stone by stone, then I shall.”

Alcina shoved Ethan aside and he nearly toppled over, not anticipating her strength.  He would need to reload soon; he cautiously let her take the lead as he aimed for the dragon-like beast.  

“How could you do this to me?  Using my own mutation…use me, in this way?”  Alcina’s long arm gestured to the screeching, wounded Remnant.  The Heisenberg brothers, probably purposely, danced around it, some of their blows landing near or on it.  It was spinning, twisting, trying to follow them as they taunted each other in German.  Karl continually tried to yank the metal sword away from his phantom brother.  

Miranda narrowed her eyes.  “Had you been looking through the castle properly, you would have found it.  I gave you that task many years ago.” 

“You gave me nothing but tasks!  Meaningless, idle!  I couldn’t live, I couldn’t leave! You made me a monster and then locked me away.  And now you have taken my power, the only thing I had left, and turned it into a mockery.” 

Miranda looked bored.  Ethan took the opportunity to reload.  

“Your power? I gave you everything.  This,” Miranda’s golden-claw-covered hand swept toward the monster.  “This is my legacy, my creation.  This beast was owed to me.  Now I can control it, as was meant to be.” 

Ethan considered winding up another golden spark ball.  He was getting pretty sick of listening to this shit, and as he fired another round at the beast, he wondered if bullets were even affecting it.  Was it here ?  Was it between realms, like Miranda?  Perhaps she’d purposely made it that way.  Unkillable.  Ah, fuck.  Fuck.  

If this is what one fragment did, he didn’t want to see what the whole thing could do.  

Ethan shrugged the rifle over his shoulder, putting it away, having realized that it was useless.  Then again, the whole crystal was a part of his beautiful, wonderful daughter.  That’s what the whole thing could do.  He smiled to himself.  To Alcina, he said, “Don’t listen to her, she’s just trying to piss you off.  Make you as miserable as she is.” 

Eva suddenly appeared again, feet away from Miranda, and scolded, “Look at this destruction.  What would you even do with a daughter if you had one?” 

He’d never heard her speak directly to Miranda.  Eva’s voice was shaky, and angry, hurt, in a way that Ethan had never heard before.  Both he and Alcina stared at the exchange.  Miranda looked confused, then annoyed.  Before she could answer, Eva had repeated Ethan’s move; her palms came upward, and a bolt of white energy and sparks erupted from her hands.  Miranda barely had time to cry out, enraged again, as her ephemeral form disappeared.  For the moment.  

When Eva turned to look at him, he saw a trace of misery on her usually placid face.  But then she smiled sadly.  “I suppose you know too.  I just realized…the creature…it is not…”

“Karl,” Ethan yelled across the field, “We can’t hurt it.”

“Like hell,” came the loud reply from somewhere in the dark.  

“No, I mean…we can’t KILL it…it’s like Miranda, it’s not fully here on this plane.” 

“You got a formula for pullin’ a solid’ bein’ outta a big bitch dragon, Winters?”

Jochen’s laugh resonated, an echo of his brother’s.  Alcina rolled her eyes.  

“No,” Ethan called dismally.  

“Maybe blast it with your fist like you did her a minute ago, that was cool,” one of the Heisenbergs called.  When they yelled, their accents melded, and he couldn’t tell one voice from the other.  

A strange noise sounded from behind them.  Hoof beats.  It couldn’t be.  Ethan was almost afraid to turn around simply because he didn’t want the night to get stranger.  It was going to turn into a Monty Python sketch, he was convinced.  It would be someone banging coconuts together.  

But he was compelled to slowly look, expecting something else terrible to appear instead of his preferred coconuts.

It was Donna, atop a thick draught horse, clutching a bag in her hands.  

“Ethan!” she said wildly, sliding off the horse as Eva ran toward her, grabbing her protectively.  Despite the very large, very deadly mutated dragon creature sixty feet away, the horse was calm, simply shaking his mane as she dismounted.  

“Donna, what the fuck?”

“Read this,” she said wordlessly, fumbling for a folded up paper in the bag.  

[cryptids-lobelia-garden]

AIGHT so. Here’s this. It’s set like. Right after the battle atop Mount Coronet, so the trio are like 15, 16 ish. I’m not SUPER happy with this, but ey, it’s Something. I can play with it later when I get to this scene in their story. Anyway,

Warnings: Ana expresses grief through anger (she doesn’t hurt anyone ofc but she angy), Keyo is in the middle of a pretty bad autistic shutdown over this (hi! The author is actually autistic! Putting that there just in case.), I guess the main warning here is grief over a nasty friendship breakup (the friend tried to kill them). Emotional hurt/comfort

Day 8: Bloodshot

“I can’t believe he would do this!” Ana fumes, pacing back and forth. “I mean, seriously! Who does he think he is!? We trusted him!”

Keyo hums. They haven’t moved from their bed, hidden under their Pokémon. They haven’t really done much but stare at the ceiling, tears slipping down their face.

They’d trusted Volo the most out of the three of them, after all. They’d considered him an older brother, and the betrayal hit them hard.

“And I thought he trusted us too!” Ana steams, kicking at the floor. “It makes no sense! Why would he tell us about that thing he had with that girl and then up and betray us!?”

“Didn’t you say he got quiet after telling you guys that?” Cheri asks. “Maybe he was trying to distance himself by that point?”

Ana freezes. “Oh gods, you’re right,” she says. “..UGH! I HATE him!!!”

Keyo flinches at the sound, and Ana grimaces, whispering a quick “Sorry.”

“Hm.”

“..it just..” She sighs, sitting down, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “It doesn’t make sense, it’s.. It’s not fair.”

Cheri frowns as he watches the two. I wish you guys would’ve listened to me. “..I’m sorry,” he murmurs, moving to pull them both close.

“He made sure we had a place to stay when Kamado kicked us out, and we talked about so much- was all of it just fake?” Ana asks.

Cheri frowns and doesn’t give an answer.

He doesn’t know.

Be strong, for them. They need you. Step up.

Cheri pulls them closer. “..at least he gave us a chance to stop him,” he murmurs.

Ana nods, hiding her face in his shoulder. “..I hate him,” she whispers, tears quickly staining Cheri’s sleeve.

Keyo doesn’t say anything, barely moves at all, letting Cheri hold them close. They close their bloodshot eyes, letting out a quiet, shaky sigh.

The three hold onto each other, grief and rage consuming two of them.

“..how did you know?” Ana asks.

Cheri shrugs. “Intuition, I guess? I got really good at figuring out if people are bad people when I evolved,” he murmurs.

Ana nods. “..Next time, we’re listening,” she mumbles.

The sentiment is bittersweet.

[the-broken-truth]

Can i have a 👨 scientist for mother miranda? Like the scientist is the husband of miranda and the father of eva. He can also shape shift into a bird just like miranda.

[Chapel of Mother Miranda & Father [Name]

The beakers and flasks filled halfway with colorful liquids bubbled and steamed as patient [Eye Color] eyes watched the reactions take place while his skillful hand wrote down the changes in each flask and beaker in each row on the paper. H hummed in interest before he turned his eyes to the 4 Cadou Parasites in separate jars just twitching away at random times; his wife asked him to enhance the quality of the Cadou's Power and who was he to say no, after all, he was doing this for his reasons just as much as her own.

"My Love, are you still working?" A calming voice called from his door but he was too busy watching the different liquids bubble and change colors before he took them off the burners, letting them cool before he handled them with the Cadou.

"Yes, My Raven. I just finished the elixirs for the enchanment project with the Cadou Parasite." [Name] said as he looked in his drawer for the syringes but they didn't seem to be there. "My Darling, have you seen my syringes?"

"You ran out from your last experiments, I placed an order with the Duke and just received word that he has returned with my order," Miranda said as she wanted into the room and placed her hands gently on her husband's back, making him look over his shoulder at her as she put her cheek on his back as if he were a bed. "But before you go to collect the order, I want to spend some time with you, my love; you have been working so hard to revive our daughter and you barely spend any time with me anymore."

"You must forgive me, Miranda, but I am doing this for you…for us. Our Daughter's Birthday is coming up soon and I want to make sure that we have her back in time to celebrate her rebirth." [Name] explaind as he turned to allow Miranda to lay her head on his flat chest as he wrapped his arms around her. "I want to return what we have lost, to be a family; the Megamycete gave us the power to create the Cadou and have the chance to revive our daughter, we can't waste this chance."

"But what about me, [Name]?" Miranda asked as she looked into her husband's eyes with her blue ones. "Do you still love me enough to spend some time with me and stop working for a while?" Miranda asked as she stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on her husband's lips, causing him to return the affection in kind and they stayed like that befor they pulled apart and smiled at each other.

"Of course ,I love you, Miranda; my love for you created our daughter ,and seeing you happy keeps me working…but if you want to spend more time with me, I shall stop working for the night and spend more time with you. Shall we go for a flight tonight? Maybe we can check on how the children are doing; but not Karl, last time, he thought I was a normal bird and tried to shoot me." [Name] groaned at the memory of almost being shot by his Metal-Bending Son.

"Sure, a fly does sound nice," Miranda said as she took her husband's hand and walked him out of the room, down the hall, and out of the chapel to the cliff and in a cyclone of black and purple feathers - the crow and the raven took flight into the midnight sky. The Raven [Name] flew beside the crow [Miranda] as they headed toward Castle Dimitrescu to see what Alcina was doing first.

Landing on a perch outside Alcina's Dining Room, they saw her daughters having dinner - most likely male flesh - while their mother was drinking wine…or what they believed was wine. They thought about knocking on the door but didn't want to interrupt their dinner.

Next stop - Beneviento Estate.

When they arrived, Donna was sitting on her porch with Angie in her lap having a cup of tea, watching the water move through the waterfall. Miranda and [Name] turned into their human forms and walked over to Donna, who nearly fell out her chair when her mother and father approached her and Angie. [Name] was quick to hug Donna and Angie while Miranda greeted her daughter from a distance, who greeted them back from her place in [Name's] Arms. They talked for a while before they turned into bird and flew and away.

'I wonder what Salvatore is doing.' [Name] thought.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Reaction from the lords (and miranda if you want) when they found out ​that s/o has the power of fire. but not a normal one but the hoarse blue on

Ahh this was super cute to write, firstly i’m sorry that i didn’t do miranda i have just been having a really rough patch and her character is hard to write for me personally so i apologise but i love these requests with a s/o that has some kind of powers! i hope everyone can enjoy <3

Alcina Dimitrescu

When Alcina discovered you have the gift of fire, she was not amused to find you burnt her fine quality curtains. Not that any of it was your fault, really you just waved your hand at Bela at the other end of the hall and the window went up in flames.

Once you got a hang of your powers though, it became a delight around the castle. The oil lamps in rooms were replaced by a warm blue glow which matched beautifully with the golden inlay of the walls.

One thing that you’d noticed about Alcina that being somewhat of a vampire, her skin was always very cold no matter how warm the room was and so you often found yourself with your hands on her face. She always leaned into your touch as your thumbs brushed her cheeks.

You let warmth leave your palm, a soft heat radiating from them as you gently held her face. Alcina loved your power because in a cheesy and cliche kind of way, you made her heart melt. She’d never been one for romantics but you had a certain affect on her.

You didn’t always use your powers to redecorate the Castle however, there were certainly times when it came in handy to protect you and your family. Many times you’d flame down the creatures that lingered in the cellars if they got too close to Alcina’s daughters and you never hesitated to leave a ring of fire around the Castle to fend off any unwanted guests.

They were your family after all, and you’d do everything in your power to protect the ones you love.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is so captured by your powers and your heart always skips a beat when she asks you to show her, watching as the blue flame is reflected in her beautiful doe eyes. Her face lights always lights up in the brightest smile.

An afternoon favourite of yours is to sit on the couch with Donna wrapped in your arms, her head resting on your chest as your fingers run gently through her hair. Often at times Donna will fall asleep (which you’ll never admit is the cutest thing seeing her sleep) but the house is always freezing so high in the mountains.

With a flick of your wrist, the fireplace springs to life and a soft blue colour fills the room. Naturally you could’ve used a blanket but you didn’t want to move and wake her and you also took every opportunity to use your powers.

You and Donna love to play hide and seek with Angie around the Estate, but the mischievous Angie insists that the lights get turned off as you search for her. With one hand in Donna’s, the other rests open palmed in front of you, acting as a lantern while you run down dark corridors. That and it also acted as a heat source in some of the more questionable and damp rooms.

Early mornings are often spent outside on the porch to watch the sunrise bounce off the waterfall, it was quite a spectacular view. One morning Donna had a mug of tea in her hand, long gone cold since it snowed almost all year round.

You bring your hands to the mug and warm it with your palms, making sure Donna can keep her own hands warm. Soon the tea is steaming again and she takes a tentative sip, humming in delight at the sweet taste. She tucks her head under yours as you bring her in close before returning your gaze to the waterfall.

Salvatore Moreau

At first Salvatore was almost afraid of your power, seeing that he was much more comfortable in an aquatic environment but he slowly learnt that you’d never hurt him with your power.

You loved taking trips around the reservoir together, camping out under the stars as you roast all sorts of sweets that you bought from the Duke. You’d both share marshmallows and chocolates and other goodies as you learnt Sal had a sweet tooth to counteract his love of savoury cheeses.

On really cold mornings, you both wake up early to go and find the freshly fallen snow. You use your fire power to melt it, leaving large puddles of water that he could swim in. One thing you noticed was the way your heart fluttered when he smiled at the water you could create.

Salvatore learnt that he was particularly fond of warm water and so the two of you found a sanctuary up above the reservoir that held a deep pool of water.

You knelt down and placed your palm on the rocks and let them heat slowly, a warm steam entering the atmosphere. The water was by no means hot but just warm enough to be enjoyable in these harsh winters. Sal absolutely loved the spring you made and although you tended to avoid water for obvious reasons, you let your legs dangle in the warm water while he either swarm around or had his head rested on your knee.

Karl Heisenberg

The minute Karl sees fire leave your palm his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. He couldn’t be more excited to have someone like him, and it brought you two closer together.

Having the power of fire meant that you jumped straight in to helping around the factory with him. The two of you would weld metal together for hours. First you’d melt it all down and then he’d weld it all back to form magnificent weapons of which you’d both plan to use on Miranda.

Sometimes if he needed to weld two pieces together you’d simply point your index finger with a small searing hot blue flame while he held them together. You never missed the way he smiled at the end of it like he was the luckiest man alive.

You both loved going out and causing mischief all over the village. The two of you would spend hours searching through caves and hidden undiscovered pockets that had all the monsters that you could wreak havoc on. You’d often dare each other on how many lycans and Samcă you could kill. Naturally a Vârcolac was worth extra points and the winner got a weeks worth of bragging rights and a reward from the Duke all paid for by the loser.

Your gift was extremely powerful and Karl admired you for that immensely, knowing that you’re just as powerful as him, if not more. Not only that but he’s never felt loved than when you promised that you’d be by his side when he took Miranda down and that you’d protect him during the battle.

[spine-buster]

The Contract | An 'Alone, Together' One-Shot

gif credit to @/eat-sleep-leafs

A/N: I missed writing these two so much. Also, yes, I'm still crying about the contract being FULL TERM.

There were Cajun-spiced shrimp frying in a pan on the stove while Bee sliced a perfectly ripe avocado into thin slices before scooping it out with a spoon and laying them in the bowl that was already prepped with steaming hot rice. She’d already spooned out refried beans, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and red onions into the taco bowls, and with the shrimp almost done, she knew she’d have to call out to Morgan to hurry up in the shower since dinner was ready. Though she knew she still had to chop the green onions and cilantro, she figured everything would be ready in less than five minutes.

Before Bee could call out his name, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist – like they usually did during nights like this. Like clockwork, she soon felt Morgan’s body press up against hers, his head settling on her shoulder. “Smells delicious,” he said, giving her a quick kiss on her temple.

“Thanks. It’s actually almost ready,” she rubbed on his arm across her waist.

He stayed attached to her, not breaking apart like he usually did to set the table or get their drinks ready. While Bee knew the bowls were right in front of them, she sensed something different coming from Morgan – one that didn’t involve food. Maybe he had a tough practice today and he wanted to talk about it during dinner. Maybe one of his knees or ankles was bothering him again. Maybe he just wanted sex.

“They’re starting negotiations for my next contract,” he said softly.

Okay, that she wasn’t expecting. While she knew this was a contract year for Morgan – they’d talked about it at length already – she hadn’t been expecting talks and negotiations to be starting this early. And while Morgan explained to her that a lot would be negotiated between his agent and Kyle more than anything, he still had a say in what he wanted, how long he wanted, and any other intricacies of the contract. She spun around so she could look him in the eye. “Really?” she asked.

Morgan nodded. “It’s still obviously the very beginning, Bumblebee. Just preliminary talks. But yeah, they’re starting.”

“So your agent is going to tell Kyle what you’re expecting,” she said, as clarification more than anything else. “What…what we talked about.”

Morgan nodded again, wrapping his arms around her waist again, pulling her in. “Mhmm,” he hummed firmly, giving her a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “What we talked about.”

Though Bee had a few butterflies in her stomach, she wasn’t extremely nervous. She felt like Kyle, Brendan, other management, the whole team – hell, the entire city of Toronto – knew that he wanted to stay. But she also knew that hockey was a business, and that if the stories of Naz and Ashley, Jake and Lucy, Tyler, and Alannah and Zach told her anything, it was that anything could happen. Another team besides your own could offer you exactly what you wanted. Your own team could lowball you. Another team could have interest in bringing you in as the hometown boy and letting you become the star of the franchise. It was a complicated league, and a complicated business. She just hoped for the best, as she did with everything. “Okay,” she said, nodding once. “Okay. This is good, I guess.”

“You have to do me a favour, though,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“You can’t talk about it with any of the girls. Not Aryne, not Angie, not anybody. I just want to keep it secret and don’t want anybody knowing and making a big deal out of it by constantly asking questions. You know how I am.”

That would be hard. Bee usually looked to Aryne for help in navigating the hockey world. Aryne was so good with explaining things to her, and using the examples she’d been with through John’s career. And she talked to Angie about everything. Everything. But if Morgan didn’t want her talking, she wouldn’t. She knew how much this meant to him, and if anything got out, even the smallest piece of information, she also knew how much it would balloon and cause a circus in the media.

She pretended to zip up her lips. “My lips are sealed.”

Morgan kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

“You know what I wonder,” Aryne said as she changed Jace’s diaper on his changing table like a pro, looking between her young son and Bee standing at the foot of the dresser. “I wonder if Kyle or Mo’s agent has actually already approached the other, you know? To start negotiations.”

Bee’s body flared up. It was like Aryne was reading her mind, because it was all Bee had been thinking about since Morgan told her. “I don’t think that’s happened yet,” she said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

“Why not?”

Fuck. Think quick! Think quick! “Because Morgan would have told me,” she came up with, hoping that was enough to satisfy Aryne.

Aryne pursed her lips, and for a brief moment Bee thought Aryne was going to tell her to cut the bullshit. But Aryne nodded instead. “You’re right,” she said as she finished cleaning up Jace. “And you would have told me.”

***

“It’s crazy, don’t you think?” Angie mused as she sipped on her smoothie from Booster Juice.

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific,” Bee said as she took a sip from her own smoothie, making sure she didn’t walk in to another pedestrian on the sidewalk.

“It’s crazy that contract negotiations could be happening with Morgan right this very instant and you wouldn’t even know,” she said.

Bee tried not to blush. “The season just started, Angie. It’s not like there’s a time constraint because his contract is up tomorrow. We’re two games in.”

“Okay, fine, but what if it ends up playing out like Mitch Marner’s negotiations?” Angie asked.

Bee stopped dramatically on the sidewalk. “Angela Favero,” she said dramatically, eyeing her best friend. “First of all, Mitch was an RFA, and Morgan’s becoming a UFA. Second of all, do you honestly think Mo – Morgan Rielly – Morgan Frederick Rielly – my Morgan, would ever let his contract negotiations get like Mitch Marner’s?”

Angie cocked her head to the side. “Fair point,” she digressed, as the two women began walking again. “You’re right on that. Besides, you would have told me if they’d started early anyway.”

***

can u come to SBA for lunch?

Bee furrowed her brows as she looked down at Morgan’s text on her phone. Usually if he was off or available for lunch, he’d meet her at one of the many restaurants in the area to treat her. He’d never asked her to go to Scotiabank Arena before for lunch. She figured he was just running late from practice that morning.

I don’t have my pass with me. Can you come get me at the doors?

of course

text when you get here

love you

***

“It’s nice to see you Bee,” Kyle Dubas – yes, the Kyle Dubas – greeted her instead of Morgan at the doors of Scotiabank Arena.

Okay, so maybe Morgan was really running late from practice. “Nice to see you too, Kyle,” she smiled, walking with him across the foyer and through the big, heavy, black doors. Almost three years ago exactly, Ashley Kadri had burst through the same doors when the secretary wouldn’t let her in and thought she was probably some kind of robber or crazed fan girl. So much had changed since. “Is Morgan running late from practice or something?”

Kyle smiled, leading her into the elevator and letting her get in first like a gentleman. “Something like that,” he said, pressing one of the buttons, presumably to bring her to her boyfriend.

When the doors opened, though, she didn’t see her boyfriend. She didn’t see anything super familiar. All she saw were offices and office doors. She figured this was where Aberdeen did most of her work when she worked for Brendan, and Bee had half the mind to take a discreet picture and sent it to her with some sort of stupid caption like ‘I’m you for a day!’, especially since she was going to be waiting for Morgan.

“Follow me,” Kyle led her down the hall before knocking politely twice on a door as a warning before opening it.

When she stepped into the room, she realized it was a boardroom. And after she realized it was a board room, she noticed some familiar faces. Morgan’s agent, for one. Brendan Shanahan was another. Brandon Pridham was there too. And of course, right at the edge of the table, her boyfriend, the love of her life, Morgan Rielly.

“H—Hello,” she stuttered out nervously, even giving a small wave.

“Hi Bumblebee,” Morgan smiled.

“Ms. McTavish, sit,” Brendan gestured to the empty seat beside Morgan. As she took her spot, she noticed Kyle sitting in his, eyeing Morgan. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” she said, still nervous as her eyes surveyed everyone in the room. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect,” Kyle smiled wide.

Bee had no idea why he was so happy. She turned her head to look at Morgan, only to find him already staring back at her. “What’s going on?”

“We’re staying in Toronto, Bumblebee,” he said, grabbing her hand in her lap.

Her heart stopped beating momentarily. It was like English suddenly became a foreign language to her, but then when she realized what those words actually meant, and the meaning behind them, her eyes lit up. “We’re staying?” she repeated.

“Morgan’s just agreed to an eight-year, $60 million contract extension,” Kyle said.

If Bee hadn’t been sitting, she would have fainted at that number. Instead, she whipped her head towards Kyle in disbelief before finally whipping her head back towards Morgan. “We’re staying?”

Morgan smiled. “We’re staying.”

***

Brendan had set them up with a dinner reservation at Scaramouche to celebrate, though the press release wouldn’t be released for another 48 hours, so they had to keep it a secret until then. Bee was bursting at the seams. She had finished work early so she could shower and prepare herself for her hot date night with her hunky, handsome, and charming boyfriend, who just so happened to have signed a brand new contract which kept them in the city for another eight years. She put on a dark green dress she knew he liked, along with a pair of heels, and curled her hair like she knew Morgan liked. She wasn’t overly done up, but she looked good, and when Morgan stepped out of their bathroom with his dress shirt on and an open collar, she was ready to cancel their dinner reservations and have her meal right then and there.

But they didn’t. They hopped in the car and drove up to Avenue Road and St. Clair, and took the elevator all the way up to the top floor, and when they were greeted by the host and led to their table, Bee could see the skyline all lit up in the night’s darkness.

Home. She was staying home.

Morgan explained how it all came together. He told her about talking to his agent and what his agent said, and talking to Kyle and what Kyle said, and talking to Brendan and what Brendan said, and he told her about the negotiations – what they went in with, the stipulations, what he wanted – everything Bee knew about, since they talked about it together. He explained to her the different clauses, and the ten team no-trade list, and the structure of his contract. What he didn’t have to explain was what Bee knew – that he took what they called a “team-friendly” deal to stay in Toronto. With all the contracts that had been signed by defencemen this summer, his value had gone up, whether artificially or not. But none of that mattered to him. Morgan wanted to stay with the Toronto Maple Leafs – he didn’t want to go anywhere else. And so he took less money to stay here. Less money, like John had done when he signed with Toronto in 2018.

“And I signed for you, Bumblebee,” he said, reaching across the table and holding her hand.

“For me? I had nothing to do with it,” she said.

“You had everything to do with it,” he countered, giving her a look only he could give her. “This is where we met and built our life, and we’re going to continue to build our lives here. It’s your home and it’s just as much my home now too because you’re here.”

She felt like she was on the verge of tears. She would have followed him anywhere, obviously – even though she would have absolutely loathed to leave Toronto – but he was right in saying that Toronto was their home, that they had built a life here. To know, finally, that they would continue to build their life together in Toronto, the city she loved so much, brought her a happiness she didn’t know she could feel.

***

Bee found herself on her hands and knees, just how she liked it.

Morgan had eaten her out within an inch of her life – seriously, she actually had to tell him to stop because it had been like, a countless amount of orgasms later and he was just being greedy at that point – and she had blown him within an inch of his life. But then he’d asked her to stop, and in his gruff, gravelly voice told her to get on her hands and knees. When she did so, and assumed position, and flipped her hair to look back at him over her shoulder while saying in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Yes, Mr. Rielly,” she knew he was done for.

His slick, hard cock filled her up perfectly, and she moaned out in delight at the feeling of his hands gripping her hips tightly. He wasted no time in pumping in and out of her, hot desperate cries escaping from her. “Fuck yes, Mr. Rielly. Fuck me.”

He spanked her for good measure, garnering a loud, excited yelp that he was desperate to hear over and over again. He did it a second time, and third time, and each time he could feel her pussy tighten around his cock and a string of expletives leave her mouth. There was nothing he loved more in this world than seeing her like this, than having her like this.

“You fuck me so good, Mr. Rielly,” she cried out, bouncing herself back on his cock. He watched her as she gripped their bedsheets, her knuckles white from the pressure.

“That’s cause you’re such a good girl for me,” he said, pulling her back so she was flush against his chest. She leaned her head back into his shoulder. Morgan snaked one hand all the way up her body, stopping to pinch her nipples before gliding along her elongated neck. “You were such a good girl and kept your mouth shut.”

Morgan kissed her temple while he stuck two fingers in her mouth gently, feeling her tongue swirl around them to get them wet. When he took them out, he could see a smirk on Bee’s face. “That’s because I only open my mouth to feel your cock deep in my throat.”

Morgan let out a grunt, and he swore he spontaneously combusted and was brought back to life right then and there. “That’s right,” he said in a low voice. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

“Because I’m your good girl,” she huffed, feeling the fingers she’d just had in her mouth go directly to her clit.

“Cause you’re my good girl,” he began rubbing circles, automatically garnering whimpers from her. “Cause only I can make you feel this way.”

Bee nodded. “Only your big cock, Mr. Rielly. Only yours.”

They continued fucking, hot and sweaty and grunting and moaning, gasping for air and asking for more, legs trembling and overstimulating, spanking and screaming. Bee couldn’t keep count how many orgasms she’d had – she’d lost track when Morgan had been eating her out, if she was being completely honest – but she was still desperate to feel his release, to feel his hot cum in her pussy. “Fill me up, Mr. Rielly,” she begged. “I want you to fill me up.”

He was close – she knew he was. “You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes Mr. Rielly, please,” she continued to beg.

“We gonna build our family here? You and me?”

Bee smiled, biting her bottom lip. “Yes Mr. Rielly,” she whispered. “You and me, baby. Please please please fill me up with your cum.”

Morgan pumped a few more times before Bee could feel him exploding inside of her, filling her up just as she liked and just as she wanted. She cried out in pleasure loudly, her entire body trembling at the sheer amount of pleasure she was feeling before her legs gave way and she collapsed on the bed gently, Morgan following as he kept his cock buried inside of her. As they caught their breaths, Morgan wrapped his arms around Bee’s body, keeping her as close as possible pressed against his body.

“I love you Bumblebee,” he whispered in her ear, his voice coarse.

“I love you too,” she replied, feeling one of his hands over her pussy and another cupping one of her breasts. “I will forever, Morgan.”

***

Aryne sounded like Regina George screaming after realizing Kalteen bars made someone gain weight instead of lose it. She almost broke Bee’s eardrum over the phone, if Bee was being honest. “He signed!” Aryne screamed. “He signed he signed he signed!!!!!”

“He did!”

“And for eight years! Bee! You’re staying! You’re staying with me!”

“We’re staying home!” she squealed, letting Aryne’s palpable excitement excite her too. “We’re staying home!”

***

Angie

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***

Tyler Ennis

Congratulations, sweetcheeks. So happy for u and Mo. Tell him he’s getting the bill next time I’m in town.

***

Ashley Kadri

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! So happy for you and Mo, girl!!! You deserve it! Next time we see each other drinks are on me!!!

***

Lucy Gardiner

So much love for you and Mo! Jake, Hank, and Greta send their best wishes. So happy that you guys are staying home.

***

Aberdeen Bloom

We’re going to need to go for drinks to celebrate!!! Willy and I are ecstatic you guys are staying. We love you both so much ❤️ So happy you’re staying in your HOME!

***

Aleida Casillas-Andersen

❤️❤️❤️

Nobody deserves it more.

***

“Well those negotiations were a resounding success,” John mused as he had a giant smile on his face in the locker room. Both he and Morgan were taking off their gear, side-by-side in their stalls. The news had just dropped, and the team had found out during practice when Keefe told them. Everyone went crazy. John was excited. He knew Aryne was already over the moon. “Could have fucking told us, you know.”

Morgan chuckled, taking the tape off his socks. “Negotiations were easy. You boys know how much I wanted to stay. The next part is gonna be equally as tricky to keep from Bee.”

John furrowed his brows. “And what’s that?”

Morgan looked John dead in the eye. “You need to help me get the perfect engagement ring.”

[bowieandqueen11]

Karl Heisenberg As A Dad Headcanons

Request: Would you happen to have any wholesome Dad!Heisenberg HCs? 👉🏻👈🏻 Your writing is absolutely wonderful btw! ❤️

Oh my goodness thank you so much my lovely!!! This is such a sweet request <3

If you enjoy, please comment and reblog!

(Gif credit goes to: @robotoco-fanart​, character and Resident Evil do not belong to me, all rights and credit goes to its creator)

OKAY OKAY OKAY 

softdadsoftdadsoftdadsoftsoftsoft

At first, the man literally has no idea what to do with a kid. His idea of looking after children is to just to just let them go wild so they can go live in trees or whatever.

So, when his daughter first arrives into his arms at the factory, the first thing that pops into Karl’s head is whether he can ship the poor thing off to go live with Donna and her house of dolls because he thinks a baby would cramp his style too much.

Much deeper down inside though, right down at the fragmented shards that nestled and poked at the bottom of his heart, he was also worried for the kid. He knew he couldn’t give them a proper life. Heck, he could barely look after himself with his crazy family around. How was he supposed to protect a kid from Mother Miranda?

Although everyone was sure the frown on his face when he first saw the kiddo was one of distaste, in reality he was just really sad because he believed he could never be the father this child deserved.

Then one day, he decides to take a break from experimenting on soldats down in the basement levels of his factory to go up and check on the kiddo, mainly just to make sure Donna hasn’t let her crawl out of her crib and eat any important old documents or blueprints he left lying around his bedroom’s cabinet. But when he goes into the room, peering down with those falling glasses on the bridge of his nose into the little cot by the corner window, he finds himself scared.

For the first time in his life, something pains through his chest. But this time it isn’t horror, or arrogance, or repugnance, or fear anger hatred loneliness - no, this thing was warm, running jolts around his stomach until he felt almost queasy with the power of it.

Love. What he felt, for the first time in his life, was love. His little kiddo looked up at him with these big, kind puppy eyes - the same colour as his, and reached up to wrap her little pudgy fingers around his coarse, shaking thumb that leant on the wood.

And boom, that was it. Game over for vengeful Heisenberg. Cue protective dad mode.

(Although he was a little less certain when the little trickster grabbed his sunglasses from off his face, but that’s okay. He can make a new pair of those any time. But her, she was irreplaceable in his heart.)

Okay, but can you just imagine Karl holding his little daughter in like a little knitted blanket, coddled up against his ragged chest as he rocks her with tears in his eyes omg???

As kiddo grows up, there’s a protective ring of Lycans standing guard around the outskirts of the factory’s fields at all times, 24/7. No one from the village is allowed in or out under any business, which is where the rumour of the Lords being like vampires or werewolves begins (although sometimes Karl will pop down into the town and spend some time spreading rumours at the inn just because he likes to see people’s faces when they realise he is THE werewolf Heisenberg their family have told them never to go near.)

Kiddo isn’t allowed to go out anywhere near the village either unless Karl comes with her. When she’s young, he’ll have massive coats on the two of them so they don’t freeze in the snow that dusts the rocky ground with its tendrils, carrying kiddo on his hip. If she’s a bit older, he has an arm tight around her shoulder so she’s tucked just inside the edge of his trench coat, and he growls at any person that dares to look at her for longer than two seconds.

He spends a long time trying to make her first word dad - he sees it as like a source of pride that it should be. Sometimes he’ll sit her down on a workbench and just stare down at her all seriously, until his mouth drops open and he pulls a silly face to make her laugh. Then, when he works, he keeps on just repeating ‘dadda’ or ‘come on kiddo, you can say it’ but ends up being so annoyed when her first word is her trying to say Angie lmao.

For like a week he disappears, and Donna becomes worried about what he’s doing, and why there’s no noise or sound from him except smoky tendrils of steam and licks of fire bellowing out from the belly of the factory every so often. Turns out, as he sneaks in to kiss his daughter on the forehead one late night while she’s sleeping, and takes a moment to hang it over her cot, he was making a little mobile of two wolves chasing the sun and moon.

Since our man ‘works from home’, when kiddo gets to become a bit older he invites her down to learn the tricks of the trade with him. Mostly this just involves her sitting on a stool down in his office room with a bored looking face as he wildly and animatedly throws shards of metal into the pictures of Alcina and Miranda, explaining why she should never go near them.

In the end they’re both kind of knackered, so by the time lunch rolls through they’ve both laid down on a bench and fallen asleep on each other’s shoulders.

Although he’s not the best at showing affection, he is trying, he really is. This usually comes through as him reading bedtime stories to his kiddo, lying down on the duvet next to her and nearly shoving the poor child out of the bed. He totally gets coerced into doing silly voices for all the characters, and although he pretends to groan and roll his eyes he gets way too into it.

Usually, though, he’s the one to fall asleep first. Kiddo usually wakes up to find her dad still asleep against the headboard, with the book collapsed on the floor and Karl’s hat hanging half over his face as he snores.

When she’s younger, and Karl doesn’t want to go to family meetings, he’ll dress her up in his long coat and hat that hangs over her eyes and sends her off, laughing his ass off the whole while at the way the frayed fabric ends trail across the floor as she tries to walk.

He says Alcina is so tall anyway she wouldn’t notice the difference.

Most of the time he just takes her with her though, because despite how gruff and how much of a lone wolf he pretends to be he has pretty bad separation anxiety. She’ll just sit on his knee as he makes her laugh by pretending to mimic Miranda, telling everyone to shut up anytime she starts babbling, giving her his full attention.

He also says the babbling makes more sense than anything Alcina has ever said, which ends up with poor Donna holding the baby while the two of them tussle about the pews.

Also please imagine Donna roping him into doing tea parties.

He’s not a great teacher, so Moreau steps in. Heck, sometimes even Karl will be sitting next to his daughter on the floor in confusion because he has no idea what algebraic fractions are.

His daughter is the most important thing in the world to him, and he will do everything in his power to protect her from the outside world.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘. 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐲!𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥

edit by ☄️ anon GOD BLESS

Hi everyone! Sorry to do another speed round of edgy!Karl hcs but I have a bunch that are sorta similar so, please enjoy jealous edgy!boy :) 

Each section is divided off by a new request, hope you enjoy! 

warnings: blood, degradation, jealousy, todd not getting his redemption arc yet, fighting, mentions of alcohol, angst

hiii! i was wondering if you can make something like, Karl getting jealous at Todd, when y’all play spin the bottle with other people? if not that’s totally okay :) @boxxedlikeafish

You sat on the floor between Karl’s legs as a massive group formed around the coffee table in the center of the party, the bass of the music making you sway slightly. Karl’s hand settled into the crook of your neck, the coolness from his rings sending goosebumps across your skin. He bent to your level, to whisper in your ear. “I hope you get to make out with the frat president,” he mocked, making you nudge his leg.

You tilted your head up to him, lips barely brushing against his. “Why? You wanna watch me kiss your superior?”

He smugly looked at you. “It’s a power thing for me. You can kiss him all you want because I know how into me you are.” You bit your lip at his words, heat coursing through you. “Plus, if you get too out of hand, I can always remind you who you belong to,” he stated, teasingly grabbing your neck, making you giggle.

One of Karl’s frat brothers polished off his bottle setting it in the center of the table on his side. “Everyone give your verbal consent to the game, and please for the love of God, only use tongue a few times,” he stated, making the circle laugh as everyone agreed. You were always shocked at the size of the parties they threw, especially because of how many people showed up. Looking around the group, you knew most of the girls had wandered in on their own merit and not as guests of the Brothers. But who were you to judge?

A few turns passed before the bottle came to you. You leaned towards it, flicking the bottle to get a good spin on it before the end tilted and pointed directly at Todd. The crowd oohed and mocked like they had with everyone, people getting more and more buzzed as you got deeper into the game. You side-eyed Karl as Todd acted out lassoing you and bringing you towards him.

You played along, climbing into Todd’s lap dramatically before pressing your lips to his briefly. He tasted like cheap beer and stale weed, which only made you pull away from him quicker. He pretended to dig his face into your shirt, making you laugh and push his face away. You climbed off of him and moved to sit between Karl’s legs again; him leaning his elbows on his knees and digging his fingers into your shoulders. “Fuckin’, tease,” he grumbled, pressing his lips against your neck as the game continued.

First time making a request but all this joking makes me wanna see Todd included,,,, like readers got a bit of an exhibition kink and I can definitely see an extension on making him jealous...-🐇

Later in the night, Karl’s arms wrapped around your waist, dancing with you to the music thumping over the loudspeakers in the massive crowd of people. You looked to the side, feeling eyes on your shoulder before meeting Todd’s gaze, his sights tracing your body. Karl’s lips pressed against your neck, teeth threatening to nip at the skin.

You eyed Todd, tilting your head to give Karl more room. Your fingers drifted up his neck to run into his hair. Todd’s body seemed to tense slightly where he was standing in his entourage. His breath hitched as the two of you made eye contact, Karl’s fingers digging into your clothing.

You lost sight of Todd, focusing instead on the feeling of Karl’s body pressed against yours, the warmth from his breath cascading over your skin. Another body was added to the mix, hands resting on your sides before Karl pushed off whoever it was.

You turned, looking over your shoulder to see Todd laughing. “Can I join?” He asked, stepping toward you again.

Karl exhaled deeply, rolling his eyes at the man. “Don’t make me punch you again,” Karl grumbled to Todd, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him before he lost his temper.

bestie i need something about todd getting too close to the reader and then karl gets jealous and gets in his face.... i need anything... headcanons... a side piece... crumbs -🌞

tw: blood, fighting

Karl moved to leave the room, brushing past Todd who gripped onto his shoulder. Karl squeezed your hand before letting go and standing up straighter. Todd smugly looked at Karl, eyeing you with a small wink as your eyebrow raised at the two. You hadn’t seen the two fight yet, but with the way that the other frat brothers were reacting, it seemed better to get out of the way when they got too close to each other.

“What’d you say?” Todd asked, voice barely audible as he tilted his head at Karl, who looked at him almost as if he was bored.

Karl cleared his throat, stature dripping with confidence and displeasure. “I said don’t make me fuckin’ punch you again, asshole,” he answered almost stoically. Todd chuckled darkly, crossing his arms.

He wet his lips. “Poor little, Karl. Can’t take a joke.” Karl blinked, rolling his eyes and continuing in the direction he was previously headed. You followed, practically seeing the steam roll off his shoulders. “Oh come on! Where’s the smart ass quip we all love you for?” Todd called after him.

You gritted your teeth as Karl turned lazily. “You wouldn’t get it anyway,” he answered plainly with a small shrug. He let out a small snort, leaning back on the balls of his feet. “Yeah, that big meat head’s just for show, isn’t it?” He mocked, making a few of the party-goers around you chuckle.

Todd chuckled lightly, taking a few steps closer to the two of you before ramming his head into Karl’s face. Panic shot through your veins as Karl took the impact, blood beginning to gush from his mouth and nose. You were pushed to the side as you swore you could see Karl smirking at Todd, spitting on the floor beside him.

Before you knew it, the sound of bone contacting bone rang through the air. Karl shook the pain out of his hand and bounced back on his feet, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows as he waited for Todd’s retaliation. Todd drew the back of his hand across his nose, mopping up some of the blood with his sweatshirt before lunging at Karl’s mid-section, taking the two of them to the ground. With a knee to the gut, Karl gained dominance against Todd, wailing on him a few times before someone pulled them apart.

The fight was over almost as quickly as it started and from the looks of it, Karl had taken the upper hand. As the two of you left for his car, he laced his fingers with yours, still amped up from the adrenaline. It began to rain lightly as he opened the passenger door for you.

Before you could slide in, his eyes searched your face, creased with worry at what’d you witnessed. He curled his fist into the front of your jacket, pressing his lips against yours. He tasted like blood and alcohol; the heat from his mind seemingly rolling into his kiss as if to tell you he cared for you but his frustration was almost unbearable.

okay so edgy!karl and you have a fight cause you pushed too far with flirting with todd. he gets angy and then he yells and you flinch?? demeanor changes and TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF LIKE TEETH ARE DEAD FLUFF - 🐓

tw: angst, fluff

The car ride back to your apartment was silent, leaving you fidgety as Karl’s hand rested on your knee. The action in the past used to insinuate a different meaning, but you could tell he was genuinely angry. You let one of your hands move to his wrist, thumb rubbing against his arm as if to tell him you were sorry, but his grip on the steering wheel only tightened as he bit his tongue. You were careful to avoid his bruising knuckles, discoloration beginning to settle in even though he didn’t show any signs of discomfort.

You yearned to know what was swimming through his head, your mind retracing your steps with Todd. You had only been joking around, mockingly kissing his cheek and wrapping yourself around his arm. In the past, it had usually sparked sexual tension between you and Karl (more than what already existed) so, why not play around.

You shut your apartment door behind the two of you, eyes watching carefully as he pulled off his wet jacket and hung it up on one of the hooks. You weren’t scared of him, you were scared of the fact that he was so quiet. He was never that quiet, so something was brewing on the horizon.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Can we talk about it now?” You mumbled, gaze focused on the view of his jaw tensing before he met your eyes.

“I don’t know why you fuck around with that prick,” he bit. “Do you not get that I literally hate it when you hang all over that guy when I’m right there.” He rolled his head on his shoulders, back popping slightly as if he’d been stiff before this conversation. “I’m not a jealous guy, really, I’m not. It’s just… him. It’s just Todd.”

You knotted your fingers together, eyes darting from his busted lip to the view of his hands. “I’m sorry. I thought we were like… I thought it was like a turn-on…”

He scoffed. “No,” he answered plainly. “It was funny at first because I knew you were joking and everything but... Jesus.”

“Karl, I wouldn’t ever-”

He cut you off, his voice raising suddenly in slight frustration. “That's not the point! I know that!” You flinched at the volume, shocking the two of you as his eyes softened, guilt pulsing in his irises. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, no. I don’t know why I flinched. I think you just startled me a little,” you quietly brushed, one of your arms crossing over your chest to grab at your elbow.

He stepped forward, his shoulders angling towards you before wrapping you in his arms, fingers weaving into your clothing. You inhaled his cologne deeply, digging your nose into the crook of his neck as he sighed apologetically. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

You pushed your hands beneath his dark sweater, pressing your fingers to the warmth of his back. “I’m sorry. I don’t know when to stop before I take a joke too far,” you muttered, voice muffled in his embrace. He pressed his lips against your shoulder; there was no way he couldn’t smell Todd on you, only making your gut twist in knots more, but he didn’t say anything about it. “I love you,” you mumbled.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, TOO EARLY,” your roommate wailed from her spot halfway down the steps.

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Headcanons about each of the lords (+the Duke if you're writing about him) if they ever happen to adopt a little child?

THANK YOU ANON MY THE UNIVERSE BLESS YOU WITH PILLOWS THAT ARE COLD ON BOTH SIDES

okay okay okay okay this has definitely been on my mind so lets get into the thick of it

Alcina Dimitrescu

(im starting off with alcina for obvious reasons)

Alcina would be on the way to the church with the slimy moron, the demented doll, that disgusting manthing and Mother Miranda

She'd kiss her daughters goodbye and head off through the snow, quietly muttering about how cold her ankles were

while Moreau is literally up to his chin in snow but its fine

as she gets closer to the church she keeps hearing this. thing. it sounded familiar but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it.

she strays from the path to find it because it was just so familiar

as she weaves her way through the snow, her dress gets caught on something. she leans down to get her dress unstuck when she realises its this tiny basket.

like seriously. just a little woven basket in the middle of the snow. and it doesn't look like its been there for that long- there's hardly any snow on it

when she tugs at her skirts again, the basket makes the same noise she's been hearing

she stands back up to her full height, staring down at the basket with narrowed eyes

this cannot be a good idea, can it? opening a strange basket in the woods after being lured out here. it's probably some village manthing's trap.

she's about to step away when she hears the sound again- much more intense and much more clear

Alcina leans down and opens the lid of the basket

inside is this tiny thing- all soft and warm in a padding of blankets

a baby

she stands and looks around

who on earth would be so moronic as to leave their baby in the snow? it's much too cold for a baby to survive-

oh

she sighs, getting onto her knees to pull the baby from the blanketed basket

the meeting will have to wait. it's too cold even in the church for this tiny thing.

when she finally makes it back home, she's greeted by her daughters in a swarm of buzzing flies.

as they manifest in their true forms, they're asking what- or who, rather- their mother brought for dinner

Alcina smiles and shakes her head, unwrapping the small bundle clinging to her breast

"this... is your new sibling" she announces, "they'll be staying with us from now on."

and the sisters are ecstatic. a new sibling!

Daniela especially is happy that she is no longer the youngest. she usually is the one to parade around the castle with her sibling on her shoulders, showing them the coolest hiding spots for hide-n-seek and the windows with the best views

Bela is incredibly protective. like. incredibly.

she smelt blood from across the castle and when she found her little sibling sniffling about a skinned knee earned from a game of tag with Angie, she lost her shit and almost broke the damned thing with her sickle

And Cassandra has been caught reading bedtime stories by nightlight multiple times. she tries to play it off but everyone knows that she loves- absolutely adores- her newest sibling

we all know Alcina is such a wonderful mother to the girls so adding another baby to the mix was a guaranteed success

she's so doting and careful (a little overprotective at times but she means well) as she is with her girls

as the child grows into a teen, she panics a bit because "my beautiful baby is growing into such a beautiful, talented adult" so expect a lot of late night visits when she just sits on the edge of her bed and just admires how much you've grown

Salvatore Moreau:

now this one is an easy one too if i'm 100% honest

think Moses type beat

(if you don't know, Moses was found in the riverbank in a little basket)

apparently i really like baskets

anyways

Moreau was so out of his element when he found this tiny, screaming, writhing piece of soft flesh

the first few weeks were rough

but he eventually got the hang of it (with Alcina's help of course)

he would take his child fishing every now and then- just the two of them out on a boat for a few hours

the kid would literally swim more than walk and that little fact would make Moreau so freakin proud

also this kid would be so well-versed in movie and film history it's stupid

like expect this little 4 or 5 year old babbling not about toys or snow or how many sticks they found but instead about the copyright war over the film Nosferatu and the destruction of its copies

Moreau, as the child gets older (like 11 or 12) would have just a tad of trouble trying to keep the kid out of the village

he'd wake up one day and go out onto the lake, expecting his child to be swinging their legs off the dock and watching the sun rise over the water

and when he finds that they were not, in fact, swinging their legs off the dock and watching the sun rise over the water, he p a n i c s

i mean, full blown red alert

all of the lords are summoned to help Moreau look for his missing kid, the lycans are given an article of clothing to help find the scent, Mother Miranda goes to search the village herself- the whole shebang

and when the kid is found playing with the village children, Moreau bursts into tears

needless to say, the kid isn't allowed to go to the village anymore

until they're fifty (Moreau's words, of course)

but the kid sneaks off more and more as they get older, using Alcina or Donna or Karl as an excuse to be away

and Moreau knows but he never says a word

seeing his child happy and free with the kids their age makes him happy, even if he is a tad, a tad, a tad bit nervous

Donna Beneviento:

when Donna found this child huddled up against the base of the stairs leading up to her front door, she at first thought it was a doll of hers

it was only when she actually walked outside that she realised it was this shaking, shriveled child in tattered clothes

she spent a good five minutes just staring, wondering how on earth she's supposed to react

that's when Angie jumped in and pulled at her skirt, telling her to "let the kid inside, already!"

Donna went immediately to work on some clothes- why on earth were they wearing such ragged things?! it's freezing outside!- while Angie entertained in the parlour

honestly, it didn't go well

the kid was a little bit unsettled by the floating doll that moved and spoke on its own FOR GOOD REASON

and when Donna walked back in with her measurement tape and some fabric, the kid backed themselves into a corner of the room with their gangly legs tucked into their chest

Angie sighs from the opposite side of the room, letting her little feet fidget as she gestures to the kid. "they're no fun" she pouts, "wouldn't even let me know their name"

Donna puts her materials down slowly and lifts her veil back before attempting a small smile

it takes a while but upon the offer of food, the kid finally lets Donna make them some clothes while Angie makes conversation

she works in silence, only offering small awkward smiles

Angie finally brings up the topic of where their parents are when the kid's clothes are done

when the child goes silent, Donna nods in understanding before hurrying off to make a room for them

as Angie helped tug the blankets up to the child's ears, they promised they'd be gone in the morning

Angie was the one to tell them off.

"You'll stay as long as you need, you silly goose!"

and the child did

Donna would let them tag along for meetings so long as they promised to keep quiet and help keep Angie out of trouble

most of the time, it didn't work and they both would end up in trouble but Donna let them come nonetheless

and when the other Lords question where on earth this little kid came from- all dressed in black fabric that matched Donna's dress, she just shook her head and let Angie chase them off verbally

she'd spend literal HOURS locked in that workshop making new little friends for her child and when they were old enough, she'd let them into the workshop

and when they were even older, she'd walk them through making their very first doll on their own

she'd just watch with pride as they carefully painted the freckles with a shaky hand while Angie danced around their ankles singing of how excited she was to have another friend

The Duke:

he would be setting up shop near the base of the Dimitrescu castle when he catches a kid trying to steal some his wares

he wouldn't be terribly upset, more concerned

it wasn't something shiny or expensive that they were trying to steal

it was some of the steaming-hot food he had left to cool in the wintry air

he confronted the child gently and with a warm smile

"That's cordon bleu," he says, gesturing to the steaming plate. "I can make you some if you'd like"

and as the child eats, the Duke continues tidying up his shop for any future customers

the child, through a mouthful of food, points to different items and asks their purpose, their price, their possible enhancements

the Duke answers each question with patience, happy for the company

but he doesn't just let the questions go one-way

"How about a trade?" he asks as the child asks about the strange-looking bottle of green liquid. "An answer for an answer."

the child agrees and the Duke starts to peel back layers of why the child was here looking for food

they had been orphaned by the last lycan attack, only barely making it out by fleeing into the woods

they tried to forage off of berry bushes and successfully managed to kill a pig- only for the blood to attract lycans before they could properly eat it

the Duke nods and continues busying himself with his shop, feeding the horse that pulls the wagon

the thought had hit him when he watched the child petting his horse

that horse hated everyone. including him at times.

maybe...

when he offered to take the child in, the kid nearly burst into tears and thanked him repeatedly, swearing to earn their keep

and they did, seven times over

what started off as a purely business venture morphed into something more as time went on

when the child would come back from selling smaller household items like gasoline and the occasional package of bullets, the Duke would have them climb onto the roof of the wagon and watch the sun set together with a plate of food

speaking of which, like Moreau, the Duke would raise the most cultured child

this kid would know how to prepare and identify different dishes and their ingredients just by looking at them or smelling them

and their palate would be far more sophisticated than most adults

the Duke, as the child gets older, would eventually allow them to choose destinations to set up shop- even outside of the village

wherever his child wants, the shop would go

it allows them to see the world and its earthly wares together- something the Duke had lacked in his life before the child was brought into the picture

Karl Heisenberg:

listen to me very very carefully

this man would be the most chaotic father ever to walk this earthly realm

when he finds this kid in the elevator of his factory, he's kinda standing there like 🧍 "what the hell-"

and when the kid starts spamming the button while maintaining eye contact, he kinda snaps out of it and starts chasing after them as they drop down to a different floor

it goes on for a solid twenty minutes before he finally managed to track them down in the corner of his office

and when i say this man is confused, i freaking mean it

i mean

why the HELL would some random kid be in his factory? don't they like... play with ponies or something at this age?

to be fair, this man literally has never been allowed a childhood so

obviously he starts scolding the kid ("what the hell are you doin' in here? it's dangerous and there's some really freaky shit here, kid"), dragging them to a nearby sink because "holy shit kid, you're filthy"

the kid is silent essentially the whole time, just kinda staring into his eyes

and of course Karl's gonna be like "...the fuck're you doin'?"

the kid's face is cleaned off and Karl sends them back out towards the village with a scratchy blanket he pulled out of the bottom of his desk drawer

he's working on his 'equipment' one day when he starts reaching for a wrench, keeping his focus on the body on the table

when i say this man jumps skyhigh at the kid asking a question, i mean it

he drags the kid back out, yelling about how dangerous it is and how "you shouldn't do that! you're gonna get yourself killed! go back home!"

the kid doesn't listen

it becomes a regular thing- Karl finds the kid wandering around the factory, Karl brings the kid out of danger, Karl tells them to get lost

eventually (day thirteen of this) he asks why the child keeps coming back

and he hates the answer he gets

it was something along the lines of "it's warm and there's nowhere else for me to go"

so Karl reluctantly eagerly lets them stay

it's a lot of rules at first (a kid shouldn't be allowed to just wander around a bunch of mindless cyborg killers, let alone a factory) but eventually the child learns to mind Sturm and the others

doesn't mean Karl does not have a fullblown heart attack when he walks into his workspace to find the kid tracing their finger along the center of the battery for the Soldats

after a very long talk (and some deep breathing) Karl reluctantly eagerly lets them sit against the very far wall to watch him work on the machinery- not, under any circumstances, the actual bodies

as the child blossoms into a young adult, they start to help out with certain aspects of Karl's work

exclusively machinery because Karl could not physically handle having his kid watch him get elbow-deep into a corpse

and Karl is so freaking proud of it

when the Soldat is kicked to life, he's got his kid in his arms and cackling like the proud dad he is

yeah. paternal Heisenberg>>>

[saturatedboy]

Hai! I have another request ( if it's okay ) can you do a donna x fem pirate reader where Donna is just wondering around with Angie when she found a portal to another dimension that leads to a beach where the reader's ship is alongside the shore then they went to inspect it but ended up being caught by the crew and brought her to the captain of the ship ( which is the reader )

Donna Beneviento X F!Reader

Quick talk, this will be in two parts. I missed some of your idea to keep for the next part because I had ended up getting caught in writing this that I completely forgot to check through the request again. My deepest apologise for that but I promise to have the next part up soon.

Part 2- https://saturatedboy.tumblr.com/post/657437883445166080/donna-beneviento-x-fempiratereader

Requests: Open

Words: 3k

The fragrance of sugar and chocolate had diffused around the small room. Sat back in her chair was none other that Lady Beneviento, Donna. Brining the china cup up to her slightly chapped lips, she sipped the Earl Grey tea and sighed in delight as the steaming liquid ran down into her stomach system. Gently placing her cup down, she looked to the other side of the small round table that was surrounded by nature's plants. At the other end was Angie, the doll, chewing down on some Victorian sponge cake. Donna raised her dainty hand to her lips to hide the small smile that had sketched itself onto her face. Keeping her lips pursed together, she held in the chuckle that threatened to escape from Angie having some icing around her mouth. Pushing the chair out, the metal scraping amongst the wooden floor, Donna had raised herself out from her chair and walked over to Angie, picking up a napkin that was settled in the middle of the table.

Making her way towards Angie, she took the doll's head within her hand and dapped at the white smooth icing that had coated her mouth. "I know you can't feel but please do try to be careful when eating." Donna spoke softly, folding the used napkin up and placing it next to Angie's now finished plate.

"Yeah yeah, I know. But now we have had our afternoon tea, I think it's time for an adventure!" Gliding up from her own chair this time, which was stacked with books so Angie could reach the table when sat, the doll had grabbed it's toymakers hand and whooshed out through the many corridors.

"Angie, I wasn't finished with my drink," The whine came from Donna's mouth, her veil flying behind her unmasked  face as she tried her best to keep up with her doll's quick speed when flying. Angie however completely ignore the cries of Donna and dragged her to he front of the manor by the cloak rack. A stern look had edged its way onto Donna's features as she was still upset about her tea going cold.

"I will make you more after a walk in the woods!" Angie swirled herself around the cloak rack and grabbed a black cloak for Donna to ear. Twirling herself around Donna, Angie placed the cloak on and tied the front into a bow. "There now lets go!" Donna shook her head slowly and flipped her veil over her face, only to follow Angie out of the manor, still wishing she could of finished her cup of tea.

"10 green bottles on a wall...10 GREEN BOTTLES ON A WALL!" Donna mentally screamed in her head as she listened to Angie scream. Although her behaviour would be accepted in the manor, Donna was very against of any attention outside her territory, which to her was mostly the manor.

"Angie, please keep it down a little," She whispered, closing her eyes as she followed the familiar path through her woods. Angie groaned loudly and dropped her arms to place weight onto her float. She let her eyes turns about as she started to spin in the air to give herself entertainment since she wasn't allowed to be loud.

"Spinning I am, spinning indeed." Angie talked to herself as she continued spinning, completely unaware of Donna having her eyes closed behind her veil as she herself was subconsciously following Angie's voice. As Angie was spinning, being unaware of her surroundings, she came connected to a rather large tree that had branches sprouting far and wide. "OW!" She screeched, altering Donna of the sudden pain. Donna opened her eyes and hurried towards Angie who was now sat on the dirt floor looking up at what she knocked into. "WOAH!" She cried out as she was back up floating around the large trunk. "When were you going to tell me you have a huge tree!?" She questioned Donna, circling around the trunk once and gliding towards Donna to settle onto her shoulder.

"I...didn't." Much just like Angie, Donna was also curious about the tree. She knew her territory like the back of her hand and she was more than sure that this tree had just came out of nowhere. Kneeling down onto the slightly soggy dirt, she inspected the large roots that were coted in a slimy orange substance. Dragging a finger through the slime, she fiddled with it between her index and thumb. "How strange, I haven't seen anything like this before."

"Oooooo maybe it's magic!" Angie threw her hands wide, her head doing a full 360 as she wriggled herself about on Donna's shoulder. Donna wiped the substance off her fingers onto the ground, pulling herself back onto her feet as she stared through her black veil at the now growing orange. "Erm Donna, what did you do?" Angie asked, watching as the orange had sprouted its way higher up the tree from the roots, to the trunk and so on, accompanied by a slight rumbling erupting from what sounded like inside the trunk.

"I have no idea Angie!" Shielding herself and Angie with her hands by crouching and hugging Angie close, Donna closed her eyes as the orange glow grew lighter and brighter in colour, changing into a warm white. She felt her body became much warmer as her head began to spin. Not knowing what was going on, she felt the faint touch of breeze brushing through her cloak. Letting herself fall onto her side, Angie still in grasp, Donna curled around and let whatever was going on to happen.

"-off mine. Go scrub the lower decks Decker."

"And why should I! I was only takin' a look!" Donna groaned as she felt the sudden feel of sickness wash over her body. She curled tighter as she felt like her body was swaying side to side. Trying to pride her eye open, she was met with the once darkness she had remember seeing from when she was first experimented on with the Cadou. A deep feeling of fear washed over her

"Because I'm the captain and you don't want to make the Captain angry now do ya boy?" Donna's fear increased at the sound of the voice. It was dripping in venom and threats that even she felt frightened of. The voice wasn't familiar either and the accent was one she hadn't heard before, Donna could've swore she knew everyone from the village, even the small children that had wished to see her to make flowers crowns with her when the festivals would be around.

"No ma'am-"

"Captain Decker. I am your Captain. Now off ye go boy before I get Slasher on ya. Beat it." The noise of heavy footprints had sped past Donna's head as she kept still, trying to keep her breathing to a minable. As far as she was now aware, whoever this captain was should be the only person left with her- wait no. Angie....where was Angie? More heavy footprints has walked past her head but whoever this pair has stopped right next to her head. Donna kept still on her side, not daring to even open her eyes in fear her veil may not be covering her face.

Silence was between all of them.

...

"I know you're awake~" The same voice, the Captain's voice this time was right above her ear making Donna squirm under the heat that came from the mouth. Shaking in anticipation, Donna shot her upper body up and pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small against the new person she has came in contact with. Looking up and keeping her eyes wide, she was in complete utter shock. In front of her stood a rather tall woman. Above average height she would compare her height to. Her hair was knotted, having a large Tricorn hat with a white feather place amongst the small nest of hair. A wide grin with small sharp teeth was scarred on the face of the female. She stood tall, a sword hanging from her hip with a long tail coat in white covered her body mostly with the front being open wide. Underneath the tail coat was a white waist coat, hugging the figure perfectly. White tights were worn with brown boots that reached the knee area. Donna's mind flicked to one word and one word only,

Pirate. Just like in the many stories she had read to Angie in the past. In front of her was a pirate, and a good looking one too in her eye. "Say there lassie, ye a long way from home ain't ya?" She spoke loudly, a chuckle rumbling her chest as she stared down at Donna. Donna was beyond speechless, did she transport world? Pirates were made up stories, they belonged in a book but the tree....the tree.

"Donnaaaaaaa," A satisfied sigh left Donna's mouth as she heard the familiar voice of her partner in crime. Looking around her space trying to find where she was, Donna saw blue the surrounded the scratch wood she was on. Looking back at the female pirate, she saw behind her an upper deck that had led to a steering wheel with a large male behind it with a pipe in his mouth. Looking behind herself, Donna saw the bow of what she now knew to be a ship. A sudden grip wrapped itself around Donna's back, a giggle escaping from whoever it was. "Donna we can be pirates! Oh this is a wonderful adventure!" Angie screamed out, squeezing herself under Donna's left arm to hug her from the front instead. Beneviento looked down at Angie, who now had a small hat on top of her grey veil.

"Angie, oh Angie." Donna huffed out as she hugged her doll close, being glad she was safe and not a single scratch on her.

"Gotta say, she's quite the hyper character ain't she. Pretty tough when up against Slasher as well. My mutt was gonna take a swig at 'er head there" Donna glared at the female pirate, feeling invaded and insulted that she would call Angie out on her character so easily like that.

"And you're just a...just a..." Donna threw her head to look back at Angie failing to come up with an insult to fend Angie's honour.

"Don't mind her, she's just head over heels for cute girls like yourself," Donna flicked Angie's head at her sudden words. Donna was sure she wasn't interested in fictional characters. Donna preferred to be clean, not like a pirate who would stay in the dirt and drink beer till they pass out inly to want a 'good time' when it was for their own personal needs. The thought of even dating a pirate sent shivers up her spine.

"I ain't no cute girl, I prefer the words dare devil or even maybe sexy~" The female flirted back, staring directly at Donna. Donna let go of Angie and stood up, her shy demeanour was long gone. She crossed her arms over her chest and threw her veil up not daring to take such immature behaviour from the other. The other had gasped, but not in shock but rather like she had just found treasure.

"Sexy isn't a word to describe such yourself- gosh I don't even know your name."

The pirate smirked, leaning their arm on the grip of their word as she lightly leaned back on her knee. She licked her teeth and smiled peevishly. "The name's (Y/n), however on the sea 'ere the name's Captain Silver-ring." Donna grimaced at the sudden outtake of the 'Captain Silver-ring's hand. She softly knocked it away from herself with her own hand and tutted, Angie watching from the side lines next to a rather buff dog which had seated itself on top of a barrel.

"I prefer it if you didn't touch me (Y/n). Contact by others isn't something I'm much used to." The quick explanation from Donna had created a head tilt from the Captain. She way beyond confused, what was a lassie doing dressed in full black even doing on her boat. Everyone in the area knew that contact was the only quick way to gain any booty, either by stealing or by taking- totally not the same.

The captain slowly nodded her head, a finger drumming on her cheek. "Okay, so ye on my boat with no thoughts of getting any of me treasure? Who are you working for? The Wooden Boot? Maybe you're a stealer for the Crow's Eye. I always knew she would try take me booty." Angie laughed out-loud drawing the attention of all the sailors on board the ship, even Donna.

"She said booty!" Donna covered her eyes slightly, feeling embarrassed. Her she was, a new world with new people and she may end up dying here. Great...just great.

"So if ye not 'ere to steal me booty, why are you 'ere then?" (Y/n) asked suspiciously as she then began to circle Donna, making her feel smaller than ever. Under the intense glare that (Y/n) gave out, Donna could only whimper slightly until the same light headed feeling came back to her just like before she came to be transported here.

"I don't know, I just somehow got here." Donna mumbled, letting herself drop to her knees with her head hung down. (Y/n) waited and stared at Donna, only getting bright eyes when she signalled everyone off top deck. Hurried feet ran down below, leaving just the captain, Donna, Angie and Slasher on top as night began to roll in.

"I never got ye name," (Y/n) said, kneeling down but keeping distance away from Donna after remembering she didn't like contact.

"I'm lady Beneviento-"

"A LADY! Oh my gosh, Where are my manners." Donna raised a brow as she lifted her head, it swirling around a bit, and watched as (Y/n) bowed.

"My Lady Beneviento-" A quiet gasp came from Donna's mouth. Never in her life was she ever called by 'my'- it was oddly comforting.  "-I am Captain Silver-Ring, name belonged to me mother who used to be the greatest pirate of all times. I am in her place as Captain of the white vessel, I strive to find the treasure she never found."

Angie began to bounce up and down, the sudden energy that surrounded them all made her giddy- especially the loudness of (Y/n)'s voice. "An what is that treasure?!" Angie asked excitedly, seemingly slightly affected by the same feeling of Donna with the light headedness as she would use her hands to steady herself straight.

"Well, it's simple- kinda." Donna waited for an answer, her vision slightly blurring as she looked up at the Captain who was now on two feet. Swinging her sword out, she raised it high as the sunset light had bounced off the silver blade. "And that is to find the perfect woman to be with forever!"

Just like she was hit with cupid's arrow, Donna fell suddenly to the ground and felt the same sickness run over her body. She dropped in temperature as she held tightly onto the cloak that covered her body. Closing her eye, she sucked her lips in and bit on them to keep her mouth shut. She didn't feel like throwing up t the moment, gosh no but the burning sensation building up in her stomach would want to beg her to.

Voices rang about in her mind as she curled once again. Letting ridged breaths out through her nose, she no longer smelt the salt that had clogged her nose when she was on that ship. Instead a smell of pine and mud filled her senses. Staying laying down, Donna waited until she felt like she could move and not throw up. Expecting when she opened her eye to be faced with the cocky smirk of the pirate, she was surprised to find Angie- without a pirate hat- looking down at her. "Looks like we are back home." She said, letting herself glide up into the air.

Donna closed her eye and re-opened it. Indeed this was her home. The smell of the mud was familiar to know. Pushing herself up, light headed still evidence within her mind, she watched as Angie looked behind her. "Ya know, that was quiet the adventure. I think we should do it again tomorrow!" Angie exclaimed as she pointed at something. Following her finger, Donna looked behind herself to realise the tree that had gotten themselves into that mess was still there.

"I think I'll skip." Donna said, letting herself lay in the mud. Angie hovered right over Donna, looking down at her with a smirk.

"Too afraid to face Captain Silver-ring?" She teased, wagging her finger at Donna making fake kissing noises. Donna scrunched up mud in her hand and threw it at Angie who laughed in returned. With slightly rosy cheeks, Donna protested against the idea of seeing the Captain again. "Okay okay...maybe I'll show Lady Dimitrescu the tree! ooo I bet (Y/n) would love her. A lady who loves danger, how perfect their match would be."

For unknown reasons to herself, Donna couldn't help but scoff at the name of Dimitrescu. "You know what, I will go back tomorrow. Not like we have much to do anyway," Donna dragged out, her scowl still on her face. She wouldn't let Dimitrescu see her, oh no. She wouldn't allow it.

She found Captain Silver-Ring first, she shall be the one to see her again. "Is this you saying you love her~"

"Angie love is a strong word, one I'm sure Pirates don't use. I'm only going to gather more information- who knows maybe mother would like this tree." Donna bit her lip after her sentence. "Or- we just keep this tree to ourselves and leave it like that?" She questioned mostly herself but either way, Angie replied with a grin.

"Maybe we could help her find a lover and we could ask for information in return to give to Mother Miranda!"

"Yeah....lets do..that." As Angie floated away back to the Manor clearly excited for the next day, Donna stayed laid in the mud questioning herself. A sudden flash back of the Captain's grin came into her mind making her hit her cheeks. "No no Donna, you are a Lady. She is a Pirate. A really...really- awkwardly nice pirate." Closing her eye, Donna laid there silently enjoying the look of the Pirate in her mind on repeat. How weird- she was enjoying remembering the new Captain. A new world.

Her now favourite adventure.

[weelittleweasley]

guitar lesson (f.w.)

prompt: the band that the weasley siblings had formed brought new excitement to hogwarts. new music, new 

pairing: guitarist!fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: language, allusions to sex (for like one second)

word count: 4.7k

a/n: this is literally just pure fluff. pure cute musical fluff.

George groaned and halted his drumming, “Bloody hell, Ronald, it’s not that hard to get the chord progression right after the third time drilling the song!” he cried out before tucking a drumstick behind his ear. “We go from G to B minor to E minor back to B minor. What is so hard about that?” he scolds his brother who just rolls his eyes. “Do we want to get this right or not?” George looks to the rest of the band comprised of his other siblings.

Ron just retorted simply, “It’s the first time we’ve ran this song in weeks, George. Everyone is rusty. Just give it a rest. We’ll get it right next go. Besides, aren’t we due for a five?” he looks to his sister who gives him eager eyes and a nod, signaling they were in desperate need of a break. 

George scoffs at his younger brother and says, “No, you’ll get it right the next go. Which starts now. Ginny, from the chorus. Fred, keep the chords crunchy, it sounds better that way. Ron, don’t fuck it up. Ready?” George directs the band as they all sigh. 

They had only been in band practice for an hour and a half and George was already making it a living hell. Sure, it was his idea to form a band and it seemed like a great idea. It was a way to spend more time together, to make music, to meet new people, and blow off some steam. If anything, Fred was the first one to jump on the offer. He knew that it would be a way for his family to bond, but also a way for him to show off his guitar skills that he had been honing for the past few years. Fred had once said, “Ladies love musicians. Especially the guitarists.”

But now it seemed like the band, which once was a low-key, stress free environment has changed wildly. Almost overnight things took a rapid 360. George had managed to book a gig for their band, The Burrow Bangers, at Three Broomsticks for the next weekend. George had convinced Madam Rosmerta to let them have the whole building for the evening for the gig if they promised to bring in the people. Which would not be a problem. Students were itching to see the band of siblings play. But this meant high stakes for the Weasleys. A real gig, paying them real money, to play real music. All they had ever done before was fuck around and play random music that they thought was funny. But this? This was all very new and very different than what they were used to.

With a few strikes of his drumsticks, George yelled out, “A 1, 2, 3, 4!” And the band swelled with music, George keeping rhythm on the drum kit, Fred wailing on his guitar, Ron strumming on the bass, and Ginny belting into the mic.

“She’s a Killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatine, Dynamite with a laser beam. Guaranteed to blow your mind; anytime...” Ginny belted into the mic, her alto voice resonating throughout the room of requirement as Ron and Fred stared at each other, wondering when they would get a break. Fred looked concerned at Ginny who's voice was obviously getting tired from belting for an hour and a half with no water or bathroom break.

Fred drops his guitar and speaks, “Hold on, hold on!” The band fades slowly before George throws up his hands in protest, asking why they stopped. “Do you not hear Ginny’s voice? She’s tired. We’re all tired, Georgie. We’ve been working non-stop for next week’s gig. I don’t think a ten minute break is gonna kill us,” he protests.

George rolls his eyes, “None of you are taking this seriously. We are getting paid for this. People are coming to watch us. Don’t you wanna be decent?” George rises from his seat, searching the eyes of his siblings for some agreement. 

Instead, he’s met with concerned eyes and tired expressions. Ginny looked absolutely exhausted, Fred looked exasperated, and Ron was flat out fed up. But all were equally concerned as to why their brother was so gassed up over this gig. George sighs, “I-” Fred gives him a sympathetic smile. “Of course, we wanna be good, Georgie. But we need to balance things out. Let’s all take a break for a while. Reconvene tonight after some much needed rest and we’ll talk details of rehearsals then. Good?”

Ron eagerly nods his head before slipping the bass off from around his body. Ginny turns off the mic and starts out with Ron, talks of what was for dinner in the Great Hall. Fred approaches his twin and places a hand on his shoulder. “What’s bugging you?” he asks, knowing that this behavior wasn’t typical for George. It wasn’t like George to get serious all of a sudden and push everyone to work without a break. Something was up and Fred could read it all over his brother’s face. 

Defeated, George sighs. “I don’t know, Fred. I guess I’m getting myself all worked up because I invited Angelina to the show and I wanted to ask to be my girlfriend and I guess I just want things to be perfect for her in a way.” Fred gives his brother a knowing look, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh, shut it, you dickhead,” George laughs, pushing his brother’s shoulder. “You’d do the same if you fancied someone,” he teases Fred as his twin shrugs. “Freddie...you don’t mean to tell me no girl has walked up to you and has told you how hot it was that you played lead guitar in Hogwarts’ premiere band?” he teases.

Fred laughs, “Can’t say anyone has...yet.”

This makes George laugh and shake his brother’s shoulders. “That’s the spirit,” George slings his arm over Fred’s shoulder. The two twins carry back their band equipment as they make their way to the Gryffindor common room. “Seriously, Freddie, I bet I can set you up with one of Angie’s friends. I’ll tell Angie to bring her to the show and she can see just how sexy you look fingering those strings,” George alludes as Fred chuckles. 

“Nah, mate, I don’t wanna just have a set up of a date. I want to naturally meet a girl, you know?” Fred tells his twin as George rolls his eyes. Fred was always a hopeless romantic deep down. Although he had some flings in the past and had his fun with shagging a few girls casually here and there, Fred was looking for something more serious now. Someone he could connect with. “I’m not expecting for the perfect girl to be right around the corner, Georgie, but I’m not expecting her to be a-”

Fred stops mid sentence as he feels his body collide with another body as they walk around the corner of the hallway, making Fred and the person he had bumped into stumble back a bit. “Godric, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t pay attention to where I was going,” Fred looks around at the sheet music that was now cast about the floor. “Did I make you drop anything?” Fred asks, now looking up at a pair of eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

There you stood, a little flustered, in a hurry on your way to the library. You were late for a study group with some of your friends from your Charms class and it would be your third time late this week. If you were late again, they would surely give you shit for it. But as you took in who was causing you to run late, you suddenly didn’t mind. “Uh,” you gulp, “I’m alright, don’t worry. I should have watched where I was going. Now I’ve made quite the mess, haven’t I?” you lightly laugh as you crouch down to help him pick up the miscellaneous pieces of sheet music.

Fred joins you on the floor, picking up the scattered sheets. “It’s equally our mess,” Fred gives you a soft smile as you blush lightly. 

Fred looks up at George who wiggles his brows as if to say Oh La-La! before he winks at his brother. “Oh, hey (Y/N),” George speaks before continuing to walk down the hallway, giving his dear twin some privacy. Fred shoot his brother a look to say, Mate, what the fuck? 

“Hey, Georgie,” you laugh. The two of you continue to pick up the pieces of parchment as you inspect the scribbling on them to be the treble clef. “You’re a musician?” you ask him, referring to the sheets. Fred nods. “What instrument?”

“Guitar,” Fred beams as you widen your eyes and nod. “I’m actually in a band with George and my other siblings,” he tells you. “I didn’t know you were friends with George.”

You hand him a small pile of sheet music before you both rise to your feet. “Yeah, George and I have been friends for a little while. I helped tutor him in Divinations class,” you tell Fred who nods. Fred mentally yells that he wishes George would have told him that he was friends with an absolute stunner of a girl. “I didn’t know that you and George were in a band. That’s really cool,” you tell Fred with a smile.

As you stand before Fred Weasley, you hope he doesn’t know how flustered you were. You had always seen him in the halls with George and admired how charming and handsome he was from a far, but never said anything to him. You could have easily told George that you had a thing for his twin, but you were far too nervous to act on your little crush. You clutched your textbooks closer to your chest as Fred fixed the strap of his guitar on his chest, muscles flexing underneath his shirt as your eyes darting to watch them tug against the thin shirt material. 

Fred spoke, “We started the band a couple of months ago. So it’s a pretty recent development.”

You nod your head and awkwardly stand before him before realizing that you were just staring at Fred’s face, admiring how his lips curled into a little smirk when he looked at you. Clearing your throat, you breathe, “Wicked.” Fred chuckles. “I’ve always been fascinated by musicians. I wanted to teach myself how to play guitar, but I’ve never gotten around to it,” you word vomit, instantly regretting the words coming out of your mouth. Damn it, (Y/N), you might as well just tell him your life story, you think to yourself. 

With a cheeky smile, you watch Fred’s face light up. “I could teach you,” he suggest as your eyes widen. Fred immediately back pedals. “If you want! I mean, Godric knows that you are probably very busy, but if you ever wanted an instructor, I wouldn’t mind giving you lessons,” he retorts as you can’t help but have a lazy smile appear on your lips. Fred’s heart skips another beat as he gulps. “That’s only if you’d like me to teach you, (Y/N).”

The way he spoke your name made your stomach erupt with butterflies. His voice was like honey as words parted from his lips, the sweetest sounds you have ever heard. You watched his eyes as they looked into yours, monitoring how you reacted to his proposal. 

Guitar lessons with Fred Weasley? You would have to be mental if you said no. With a meek smile and you reply, “You really don’t have to, Fred.”

“I want to,” he jumps before clearing his throat, realizing how quickly he answered, making you giggle as Fred blushes a deep red that matched his hair. “I would like to teach you, (Y/N).”

With a nod, you say, “I’d like you to teach me.” 

Fred smiles widely. “Wicked,” he breathes out as you look away from his gaze to hide your rosy cheeks. “Just one catch,” he smirks as you furrow your brows. “You have to come to our show next week. At Three Broomsticks. And bring friends.”

Extending your hand, you tease him, “You’ve got a deal.” Fred shakes your hand firmly as you laugh. “I’ll see you around, Fred.”

You start down the opposite direction before Fred calls out. “First lesson is on Thursday! 4pm sharp,” Fred says as you flip around to look at him. “Tardiness is not tolerated,” he winks at you as you roll your eyes before walking away to the library.

As you walked down the corridors, you could help but smile to yourself. Your cheeks tingled from your large grin as you toyed with the edges of your books. The thought of Fred Weasley’s hands guiding yours as he taught you how to play guitar made your heart giddy. You nibbled on your bottom lip at the thought that danced around your head. Suddenly, you didn’t care how late you were to this study group.

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Thursday rolled around slowly, but surely and Fred was checking himself out in the mirror, combing his fingers through his red hair, brushing the pieces out of his face. He nervously looked at himself in the mirror. Should he have shaved? Was he wearing too much cologne? Should he brush his teeth for a third time?

He frantically ran around his dormitory room, thinking he should change his shirt again. Maybe you liked the color green better than blue. As if the color of his shirt would determine the outcome of this lesson/date. Fred didn’t even know if he could count this as a date. 

George tapped out rhythms on his bed frame, watching Fred change his shirt for the fourth time as he shook his head. “Freddie, mate, are you really sweating that much?” he laughed.

Fred shot his twin a dirty look. “No,” he spat. “I just...I like the green better than the blue,” he lied, pulling the green shirt over his head and down his torso. Fred darted to his bed and grabbed his guitar and checked the time on his watch. He had ten minutes. “Good Godric,” he huffed.

“You alright? Haven’t seen you this shaken up since the time you thought you ate puking pastilles before your O.W.L.s,” George laughed as he tapped away on his bed frame. 

Fred nervously tapped on his thighs, “I’m fine, George. I, uh, I’m giving (Y/N) a guitar lesson today,” he reveals to his twin who's eyes widen and chuckles, “It’s just a lesson. Nothing else. But I’m bloody nervous about it.”

Sitting up, George speaks, “You got nothing to worry about, mate.” He walks over to Fred and places reassuring hands on Fred’s shoulders. “(Y/N)s a great girl. She’s sweet and funny and proper fit,” George raises his brows as Fred groans. “I’m teasing you, Freddie, calm down. You’ve got nothing to lose. Now get down there and make her swoon.”

Fred was never nervous for dates or flirting with girls. All of that stuff came naturally to him. But for some reason the thought of you was enough to make his stomach do somersaults. The palms of his hands got sweaty when your name was spoken. There was something about you that made Fred Weasley lose his senses and that was hard to do. 

Shaking it off, Fred huffs and leaves the dormitory making his way down to the common room. With each step he descended, his heart beat harder and faster against his rib cage. As he came down the stairs, your figure came into view which only made Fred’s mouth dry with anxiousness and excitement. He took a deep breath in and exhaled in attempt to calm himself down. I got this, she’s just a girl, he thought to himself. “4:00 on the dot,” Fred speaks, getting your attention, causing you to turn around to face him with a smile on your lips. “Very punctual, (Y/L/N).”

You take a good look at Fred and think about how effortlessly good he looked. Hunter green t-shirt hung on his tall frame perfectly as he walked over to where you sat on the couch, acoustic guitar in his hands. “Not to toot my own horn, but I was here at 3:55, Weasley,” you joke as he smiles. “Early is on time and on time is late.”

Fred chuckles, “In that case, pardon me for my tardiness. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive someone as foolish as me.”

His smile made your heart flutter and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. His joy was infectious. How could someone be so addictive? “Hmmm,” you pretend to think, “You’re lucky I’m such a kind and forgiving person.”

Fred places a hand over his heart and feigns relief. “Thank Merlin,” he fans himself as you chuckle. “Alright. You ready to get started?” he asks as you nod your head. “Brilliant, let’s start with the basics...”

After an hour of trial and error, you had managed to learned some chord progressions and strumming techniques from Fred. You had to give it to him; he was a great teacher. He was patient and smart and knowledgable. Not to mention, you loved listening to him talk about music and how passionate he was about playing. When he talked, he spoke with so much heart and life, it made you gently smile as you watched how animated he became. Fred Weasley really was one of a kind. 

You were nearing the end of your lesson as Fred showed you how to play an F chord on the guitar. “Best chord,” he spoke as you looked at him quizzically. “F is for Fred, keep up (Y/N),” he teases making you scoff. 

He explained the finger placements as you struggled to get it just right. “Wait, my second finger goes where?” you ask again as Fred points to the third string. You adjust and strum as an off-key chord resonates. “Now, that can’t be right,” you laugh as Fred shakes his head.

Fred gets up and moves from the chair in front of you to the seat next to you on the couch. He looks at you and asks, “May I?” He gestures to placing his hand on yours as you shake your head.

Gently, Fred places his hand on yours that holds the neck of the guitar as the other hand rests on your other elbow. Having his body is such close proximity to yours made your breath hitch in your throat as you felt his chest press against your back. Fred’s fingers adjust your placement carefully as if you were made of glass, trying his hardest not to make you break into a thousand bits. “This finger goes on the third string and this one stays on the second,” he lowly instructs. “And now, strum,” he speaks, a smile in his voice.

And so you do, a soft F chord playing as the strings underneath your fingertips hum sweetly. You two let the sound ring a little bit, either one of you not daring to breathe, scared to say or do anything. Just the position that you were in, his hands on yours, his chin resting near your shoulder, your back pressed against his chest. You gulped and exhaled softly. “Pretty,” you smiled.

Fred chuckled softly. “Yes, you are,” he spoke making your heart stop, wondering if he had just spoken those words. 

You turn to face him, a questioning look in your eyes as Fred allows a small smirk to dance on his lips. Cheeky bastard, you think to yourself as you smile at him. 

The two of you remain in this position, looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Fred’s eyes were a rich brown, like pools of chocolate melting under the summer sun. His eyes were full of playfulness and cheer which made joy course through your veins. Fred Weasley was special. 

You didn’t even realize that he was leaning in until his forehead was pressed against yours and you connected the gap between you two, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. As you kissed, he inhaled deeply, cupping your cheek with his hand, bringing you closer to him. His hands were calloused from the guitar strings as they pressed against your soft cheek. You pressed your lips onto his harder as Fred smiled gently into the kiss, enjoying every moment. You were first to pull away, but it didn’t last long, Fred’s lips following yours for another kiss as you giggled lightly. His lips were soft and tasted of sweet cinnamon and you wanted more, like your own drug. 

Fred gently pulled away before speaking, “I have a confession.” You hum in response. “I was planning on kissing you this whole time. I was just trying to find a good excuse to sit next to you,” he confessed.

You smiled involuntarily and laughed. “I believe that,” you speak before placing another kiss to his lips quickly. “I also have a confession,” you bite your lip as Fred looks at you confused. 

Scooting back a little, you cradle the guitar in your grasp before skillfully strumming a combination of chords that could be recognized as the beginning chords of I’m Looking Through You by The Beatles. Fred’s mouth goes agape and eyes wide as you play better than he could ever. “I lied about not knowing how to play the guitar,” you laughed. “I’ve known how to play since I was ten. I just wanted an excuse to see you again.”

Fred shakes his head in disbelief. “You sneak!” he exclaims. “A woman after my own heart,” he jokes as you laugh before he kisses your cheek. “Well, I guess you don’t need anymore lesson from a git like me. But I still think you should hold up your end of the deal,” he squeezes your hand.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Weasley,” you smile. “Although, I will be coyly judging your skills from the audience.”

Fred laughs, “I’m sure you will be, darling.”

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After days of rehearsing and planning and scheduling and rehearsing some more, the gig at the Three Broomsticks rolled around. Ginny had managed to convinced the entirety of the Hogwarts quidditch league to come out which already filled the Three Broomsticks at half capacity. But getting more people to come wasn’t a problem. The promise of good music and Butterbeer was enough to have swarms of students flow into the small building. 

The Three Broomsticks was soon teeming with people, chatting and drinking and laughing. The energy was high and the Weasleys could feel it from their make shift backstage (which was quite literally a curtain that Ron managed to pin up). 

However, this meant that expectations were high which in turn made the band exceptionally nervous. Ginny nervously danced around, doing lip trills to warm up her voice as Ron tuned the bass. George sat at his drumming seat and ran over rhythms in his head, Fred pacing back and forth, biting on his nails.

You shuffled through the audience and found Harry and Hermione sitting at a table in the front as you approached them. You could hear Hermione gush about how hard Ron has been practicing for the gig, a rosy hue forming on her cheeks as Harry poked at her crush. As you approach, Hermione notices you and beams, “(Y/N)! Hi! Are you excited for the concert? You know Ron is playing bass?”

Harry rolls his eyes, “Did you know Hermione has a big, fat cru-”

“Shut it, Harry,” Hermione quickly snaps as you laugh. “Anyway, what’s up?”

You smile, “Do you know if Fred is with the others still? I know he was nervous about tonight and I just wanna make sure he’s doing alright.”

Harry looks at Hermione and then back at you. “Yeah, he’s back with the others,” he says as you nod, leaving. But before you can leave, Harry stops you, “Wait, hold on, I didn’t know that you and Fred were....” he looks for the words.

“We’re not officially together, but we’ve been seeing each other,” you confess with a smile. Hermione gives you a teasing glance as she sips on her Butterbeer and Harry nudges her with an ooh. “Oh please. You think you two are slick? Everyone knows Harry fancies Ginny and Hermione is practically head over heels for Ronald,” you teases as they both wear bright red cheeks. “Mhm, that’s what I thought,” you laugh. “I’ll see you both in a minute.” You make your way to the back of the Three Broomsticks, behind the curtain to find a nervous band of siblings. Ginny catches your glances first and a smirk comes onto her lips. “Oh, Freddie,” she sing songs. “You have a guest.”

Fred turns around to face you and relief washes over his face as your heart skips a beat. Fred looked good sporting dark wash jeans and a black henley. Simple, but Godric, it was enough to make you swoon. Fred grabbed your hand and walked you over to the corner for a little more privacy. “I’m glad to see your face,” he spoke before bending down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I told you I wouldn’t miss it,” you squeeze his hand. “How are you feeling?”

He shrugs and gives you an awkward smile as you blurt out a laugh. “I don’t know,” he joins in. “Nervous? Excited? Weird? All three?” 

You reach up and brush his hair out of his face as he relaxes under your touch. Just the simple gesture was enough to calm him down instantly. “It’s alright to feel like that. You are gonna be bloody brilliant. All of you,” you tell him sincerely. “You’ve been working so hard and you are all so talented. You’re gonna knock the audience’s socks off. I have no doubt in my mind,” you encourage him.

Fred smiles and without another word, he pulls you in by your waist to press your lips to his. You wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him sweetly. His lips are pressed against yours firmly, but sweetly with passion. His touch was enough to make your head reel. Fred pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, “I’m playing for you tonight. And only you.”

Your heart skips a beat as you smile, staring into his eyes with so much adoration. It had only been a week and a half since you had started seeing each other, but you couldn’t help but have the overwhelming feeling that Fred was the one for you. He was everything you could ever ask for. Charming, kind, handsome, funny, witty. Fred Weasley was it. 

“And I’ll be cheering you on the whole time,” you tell him, extending your pinky finger to him as he loops his with yours. The two of you press kisses to your thumbs, making it a pinky promise. “Now, go get ‘em, tiger,” you encourage him. As you walk away, Fred taps you bum playfully as you scurry away, back into the audience with Harry and Hermione. 

The three of you buzz about the band and the atmosphere, sipping on Butterbeer before suddenly the audience starts wildly cheering. You turn your attention to the make-shift stage and see the Weasleys all enter. You immediately start clapping and cheering for the band as Ginny speaks into the mic. “Hello, Hogsmeade!” she laughs as the crowd cheers louder. “We are the Burrow Bangers and tonight we’ve got quite the show for you all!” she exclaims as the audience claps and shouts out. You look over at Harry and a wide grin is plastered on his face. “So, without further ado...”

“1, 2, 3, 4!” George bangs on his drumsticks before 80s rock blares through the small inn, the crowd immediately cheering and dancing the sound of the music.

And you had to admit it. They were damn good. They were all in synch with each other and blended so well together. The Weasleys were performers no matter how much they may hate it admit it. Not to mention, Fred looked hot wailing away on his cherry red electric guitar. His fingers skillfully strummed out chords and he musically added riffs when needed which made the crowd roar. 

You were overwhelmed with pride at the boy you had taken such a keen liking to you and it was palpable. Fred would catch your eyes every now and then and drop his left eye into a wink, making you blush and cheer louder for him.

Tonight, and every night following, he played for you and you only.