#I thought of an idea where the lamb was the only kid and they had to do all that messed up stuff

[cotl-eyesofdeath]

Au where the lamb really is a lamb(baby/child). Hell let’s make all the bishops kids too why not, put them all in a little playground together

[zephyrchama]

"It's a little hard to walk like this."

You knew this situation was less than ideal for Beelzebub, but you needed him to put up with it.

That's why you assured him, "I'll move with you. Just act normal."

Beelzebub thought that was easier said than done with you crouched under him. He stood in place while you held on to his lower thighs, feet planted next to his and head held low. You had a plan.

Lucifer was mad. You knew he was going to start nagging and never let go when he eventually got a hold of you. Wandering around in the House of Lamentation by yourself was dangerous for now, so you needed a shield. Someone who could hide you from another demon's wrath. Who better than Beelzebub? He's big. He's kind to you. He will protect you.

This wasn't exactly what Beelzebub had in mind when he said he wanted to protect you. This wasn't the danger he expected nor the method of protection he came up with. You intended to cling to Beelzebub with your hands just above his knee and your legs locked around his calves while in motion, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He took three large steps forward, lumbering ahead with an awkwardly slow and comically exaggerated gait. You were really channeling the spirit of humanity's tree climbing ancestors.

Beelzebub was unsure about the whole situation and paused. "I don't think this is going to work."

"Just keep taking big steps like that," you instructed. "I know this will work. I can feel it."

All Beelzebub could feel was your body flush against him and the heat spreading across his face. Endless gluttony was the least of his worries. He kept wringing his hands and cracking his knuckles, even after they stopped audibly cracking. A fidget toy would have come in handy.

"What are you doing?"

That deep, condescending tone could only belong to one prideful demon. You let out an "eep!" of surprise and tightened your grip in hopes Beelzebub would abscond the two of you to safety.

"Lucifer, hi." Beelzebub was far too polite at times to be a demon. You bopped your head repeatedly against his leg in a universal sign meaning "get me out of here! Run!" But the Avatar of Gluttony only created more distance between his legs. He stood in place like an inflexible kid trying to do a split and tried not to think about where you were.

You hesitated to look up. Lucifer looked like he ate a bowl of rocks for breakfast that morning and washed it down with cold medicine. That is to say, he was not happy.

"Beel," he started. "I'm not in the mood for games. Either you join us for what is going to be a productive discipline session, or you hand them over. Now."

A ring of sweat began to drip down Beelzebub's brow. He did say he would protect you, but also, he had plans to get a new jersey with insulated mesh while they were on sale. It was the last day of the sale. He wanted that shirt. He didn't want to linger on the way you were touching him or how you'd willingly let him take you anywhere he desired. You clung tighter and his brain sprinted a hundred miles a minute.

"I have to leave now," he admitted. It was a good thing the two of you weren't able to make eye contact.

"Nooooo!" You bopped your head against him again, this time in despair. Beelzebub lifted his leg with you on it, like he was offering the sacrificial lamb for slaughter. All he had to say about it was a quiet, almost inaudible "sorry."

Lucifer praised his little brother, "you made a wise decision." You felt his gloved hands hook under your shoulders and sensed malice at your back but you refused to go without a fight.

It was a short fight. The slippery Avatar of Pride hit all your ticklish points, ones you didn't even know existed. All it took was one instance of weakness, a reflexive giggle, and within seconds you were in his hold. Lucifer dangled you at arm's length like a wet pet. You pouted.

Beelzebub's quiet creep out of the room didn't go unnoticed, but you had a bigger problem now.

"You come up with the most ridiculous ideas," Lucifer chided. The first of many nags. "You should know by now it's futile. You're coming with me."

His clutch on you shifted to a more secure hold against his chest. It made writhing around and trying to run away pointless, so you challenged him with more head attacks. All this light head shaking was making you dizzy, but you were a fighter.

"What am I going to do with you?" he sighed.

Your gaze snapped up. You smiled and made an innocent yet logical suggestion. "Let me go?"

"No."

Into the locked office with Lucifer you went.

[lookingformoondrop]

Yan!Andrew with his Reader who found out she's pregnant? Spoiler: She didn't want to have children.

Yan!Andrew Graves x Preg!Reader

TW: Unexpected pregnancy, hints at abortion, reader in captivity, manipulation, yandere Andrew, unwanted pregnancy

♡ Notes: I wrote this entire thing while on a train so you'll probably find a wild typo or error font somewhere here. I said in my last post that my next work would be a fluffy one, I lied. Sorry. Remember kids, practice safe sex, and dont act like Andy. Thank you so much for supporting me, anon! I appreciate all the requests and asks from you guys. <33

Andrew hummed as he removed his shoes and took off his coat.

Work was a drag, his boss was a dick, and his family was unbearable. But despite it all, he had you at the end of the day.

When he came home, he'd always hear your padded footsteps coming down the hall to greet him.

You'd wear one of his shirts or wear a cute outfit he'd pick out for you, all to make him happy.

He just loves you so much.

I mean, that's why he took you in the first place.

You had no idea who he was, only that he was a customer that came at odd times of the day in the cafe where you worked.

He could only guess how poor the pay must've been. How miserable you were... Yes, that's it.

As he watched you, he could spot the circles under your eyes, and he knew instantly that fate had brought you here, or maybe it was a cult summoning? Either way, you belonged with him. And he would bend heaven and earth to keep it that way.

Andrew blinked away his train of thought and looked up. He hadn't heard your footsteps.

That was unusual.

Andrew quickly slipped his bag to the ground and walked further into the house.

The kitchen was empty, minus the dishes and pots from last night's dinner that still remained untouched in the sink.

The living room was empty, minus the tissues scattered all over the floor, and the blankets that pooled the floor.

With his heart racing, he sprinted to the last room he hadn't checked. The bedroom.

He pushed the door open with haste; his eyes wildly searched the room.

The bed was unmade, and the sheets were shoved off the mattress, trailing onto the wooden floor.

As Andrew stepped further into the bedroom and he could hear the sound of the shower, and small sniffles coming from inside.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief, you hadn't left. You were still home with him. But now he had another problem to deal with.

He knocked on the bathroom door and heard a quick shuffle from the other side. The water turned off and Andrew flinched at the sound of objects crashing.

Then out you came, your eyes were red and your hair was messy, as if your fingers ran through them constantly.

You mustered a smile for Andrew, muttering out a weak 'welcome home' before Andrew grabbed your arms for inspection.

"What happened? What were you doing? Why were you crying?" He craned his neck out to try and look inside the bathroom, but you quickly closed the door.

"I was about to take a shower when you came home so uh, I dropped some bath products when I realized I hadn't greeted you." It was a horrible lie, really. You knew lying was one of Andrew's biggest pet peeves, even if he lied consistently himself.

"My little lamb, you're not making a lot of sense right now..." Andrew tried giving you a sweet smile, but the vein twitching in his forehead told you how he really felt.

His grip on your arms became tighter, and he leaned in closer, "I would like to know what you're keeping from me, please."

"I... I was crying," you cringed at how weak your voice sounded.

"Clearly, what else? Don't stall for time you don't have Y/N. Tell me who hurt you, I don't fucking care for the reason."

You peeled Andrew's hands off of you which was surprising giving his intense tone. You slowly walked to the bed and sat down, tracing the thread that was imbedded in your mattress. Your eyes lingered on the white sheets for a second too long.

Andrew followed suit, instead opting to go on his knees in front of you as to hold your hands.

He traced his name on your wrists with his finger and hummed a low tune, unremarkable at best, but it calmed your nerves.

"You are my bleeding heart, Y/N. Everything you feel, I long to taste, everything you love, I devour, and every secret you keep from me I savagely rip apart to find. What could you possibly keep from me, that I wouldn't find out in under a day?"

You kept still, refusing to meet Andrew's gaze.

"You have to promise you won't.. um, get mad." You chewed on your lip as you thought about your next words. The lump in your throat grew harder to swallow the more you thought about it.

How were you supposed to deliever such... news, when that news made you want to rip your hair out from stress.

"yeah, I promise. My little lamb, tell me, what is wrong?"

"I'm scared, Andrew." You looked up.

"Scared?" Answered Andrew, who let go of your wrists to instead settle around your waist.

He continued, "What could you possibly have to fear while with me? Are you afraid of someone?"

You shook your head, "no, well maybe, not yet I-" You took deep breaths, your chest felt like it was going to crack from the pressure.

"Not yet? What does that even mean?" Andrew furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his nose, trying to make sense of it all.

"Andrew, do you know what day of the month it is?"

Andy groaned; his patience was begging to grow thin. "Y/N, I'm done playing this game with you. Are you trying to provoke me to extreme measures or something?"

"No! Just... answer the question. What day of the month is it?"

Andrew shrugged, "It's the first of the month. It's my mom's birthday. It's trash day. It's Monday. I don't fucking know what this has to do with our conversation, Y/N!?"

"No Andrew, just listen to me! Look, I usually get my period on the first of every month. But last month I didn't get my period."

"So?" Andrew looked at you with annoyance in his features.

"So.... I should have gotten my period last month, but I didn't. I'm not an irregular person and I've been here awhile so..."

Andrew's features stayed scrunched with confusion and annoyance as the words mulled over in his head.

Then it hit him.

Andrew fell back on his butt in shock, staring at you, your belly, and then back to you. The realization so big that his brain stopped the train to language station.

"You're pregnant?" He muttered.

You nodded, the tears that danced on your waterline finally falling. Your chest shook, and you gasped deep breaths, the pressure you had on your chest this morning, becoming ten-fold the weight as Andrew processed this information.

Your head hung low as the sobs shook your ribcage.

Without realizing it, Andrew got back up and sat beside you on the bed.

Wrapping his arms around your head and body, so that your body pushed against his chest.

A gigantic smile placed itself on his face, every bad thing that happened up until that point dispearred in a cloud. The only thing he could think about was the baby you were growing.

His baby.

Finally, Andrew let you go and grabbed your face, lifting it up so that he could place gentle kisses on your forehead. "My Y/N, thank you. This... fuck, I thought you were going to say something horrible, but this? Shit, this is the best news I could have ever heard, well maybe besides news of my sister's death or imprisonment but shit this is even better!"

His kisses became harder and more passionate. But he hadn't noticed the soul that had left your body. Instead, you looked at him terrified.

"But... Andrew, I'm not ready for this. I- I don't even think I'm old enough to be raising children, let alone birth one. This thing could rip me apart." Your breathing became quicker, the pressure on your chest becoming an unbearable pain.

You were so sure that Andrew would hate the idea of children, that he would have the initiative to take this thing out of you, but he was so happy, so much so he couldn't be bothered to notice your despair.

"Doesn't matter. You need to stop worrying about things that haven't even happened yet. You're pregnant, and that's all that matters. You're pregnant with my baby, and you will live through every moment." His smile never faltered as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, humming a sweeter tune this time and rubbing your tummy.

"I'm not ready," you cried, shaking your head profusely.

Andrew looked up with a smile, trailing his forefinger down the bridge of your nose.

"Doesn't matter."

You held onto Andrew's hands as he leaned forward and embraced you. Sighing deeply into your chest.

"I love our little family. Don't you?"

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Paolo stories and rumors and their sources

Ok, so in the last 23 days i've been talking to @nate-acmilan a lot and he really likes having sources for everything I tell him about Maldini. This has led me to two things, one, that others most likely want the sources to these stories, and two, I have found many sources for these things because of it. Also i've found a lot of random things too:

Rumors (Fully sourced)

So the first story I have a source for is Maradona saying that Paolo is too pretty to play football, which i'm pretty sure everyone has heard at some point. So basically I had another source for this, which is this one: https://arcobaleno2006.wordpress.com/2005/02/23/made-in-milan/

But then just before I posted this Nate sent a better one which is funnier and from a few years before: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/988261.stm

2. Ok so this one isn't really a rumor or story but basically I am just going to assume everybody is curious about a source for Paolo liking coca-cola, so besides the pictures with him always having it I also have a source, which is just the magazine I got, because the others are taking super long to get here:

Though, there was another source for this but I don't remember, but it was among the ones for this list anyway. But his liking of cola is mentioned sometimes at random when people talk about him.

3. I think that everybody has different interpretations of what happened at his first training session, but what I originally heard was that Cesare just left him there and came back later, which is true. Also, he wasn't there for Paolo's debut match either, though to be fair it wasn't known it was going to be his debut. This source has both of those:

4. I don't know if this is known a lot or not but Paolo didn't graduate high school, he only got up to a middle school diploma. But I knew this, and of course was asked for a source, so here it is:

5. Also, I don't know if everyone has heard of this but I'm assuming some of you have, and it's Paolo liking Silence of the Lambs. Some sources say it's his favorite, some not, but I think this is where that idea originally comes from:

Semi-Sourced

For this section I have one thing so I won't be numbering it, but basically I have heard that Armani wanted Paolo to Model for him, at some point in the 90's. And I always thought that this took place in the late 90's, but actually it was apparently in 1994 when he said this, according to this:

However I have nothing else to go off of for this, so it's still semi-true because I haven't seen a direct quote from Armani.

Tid-Bits

Ok, so this section is just random things I found in my research and one of them is that, at least back in the day, Paolo walked on his tippytoes when he wasn't wearing shoes. It comes from a book where the author interviewed Paolo himself, and Adriana and Billy and Cesare and Ambrosini and Ancelotti etc., so I believe it to be true:

You can just download it from there for free. That in particular is on page 177-178.

2. This is something else that comes from that book, which is that as a kid his mom made him do gymnastics and guitar. This is from page 25.

3. Last, I know that Paolo used to have a website but I don't think any of us have actually seen it. But I found an archived version of it recently:

Ok so that's it. I don't know if there is anything else I forgot, but obviously if you want to ask about any stories or rumors do it because I might have sources for that as well. And no, @kvaradonaa, I still have not found the source for Paolo and Sheva sleeping in the same bed, which I know is devastating but I haven't seen anything about it since that one time. So yeah, but I also did this because no gatekeeping and also because those new magazines are taking forever to get here and I am bored.

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The Lambs Wolves Wear part 8

Dark SBI AU where Philza’s human children were replaced by monsters. Start of ficlet is here.

Both Tommys held Philza’s hands as he walked into the home. “Wilbur” and “Technoblade” froze painfully to see both imposter and real child side by side. Whorls of frost spread out from “Technoblade’s” bare toes, and “Wilbur” drained of color in a rather literal way, his illusion pooling on the ground in colorful streaks as the changeling stormed towards them. Tommy, frightened to watch his “brother’s” face melt off, tucked into Philza’s side. 

Mistaking the fear for “Tommy’s” apprehension of a tongue lashing, “Wilbur” seized Tommy roughly, “You idiot,” “Wilbur” hissed. Visions of his nightmares bled into the world, illusions of Philza attacking, killing, disowning them pouring into the house. “You’ve just killed yourself, you know that right? What the hell does he need you for if he has his real son?” 

“You’re yelling at the wrong Tommy,” Philza said weakly, trying not to lose all feeling in his legs as he watched his son threatened only minutes after he was finally back. 

Lip curling, “Wilbur” dropped Tommy, rounding upon “Tommy” who claimed, “No Dad’s mixed up! That’s the real demon, not me!” 

Tommy began to question what was happening, and Philza squeezed his hand harshly to silence him. Plastering on a thick smile, he knelt before his son. “These are your new brothers, okay? They’re m- not human.”

Tommy was relieved. “Oh, I thought Wilbur had figured out a next level prank and I had no idea how I was going to one-up melting my face off! Did Techno and Wil get turned into cows too?”

“No. But they’re safe.” Maybe. Philza needed them to be safe. “I’m trying to get Technoblade and Wilbur back, but it’ll take some time.”

“No it won’t,” “Wilbur” snapped from where he was trying to strangle a raccoon. “Wilbur is gone. Accept it.” 

“Tommy” bit his hand, and “Wilbur” shrieked at the lava melting through his skin. “It’s okay,” “Tommy” assured his fellow imposters as his little imp form perched in the ceiling rafters, unflinching at the illusionary spears hurled at him. “You can give them back now, Dad said he won’t be mad.” 

“Tell me the truth,”  “Wilbur” commanded sharply. 

“I’m not getting rid of any of you,” Philza insisted, just barely able to snap his mouth close before the yet slipped out. Of course he couldn’t, not when he still needed his kids back safe and sound first. 

“Wilbur” trembled, his talons curled into painfully tight fists. Then his hollow gaze dropped from Philza. “...I can’t help you, even if I wanted to. The Fae Queen has Wilbur, not me.” 

Philza couldn’t help his hopeful glance to “Technoblade”. But the mouth of the haunted vessel hardened. “You already have Technoblade. He’s right here. We didn’t steal him, like the others did.” 

Philza hadn’t much hope left to be dashed. He squeezed Tommy’s hand, and didn’t stop him as Tommy raced off to explore the monster’s powers. In the eyes of a child, their monstrous natures could only be viewed through the lens of excitement, unable to grasp the unfathomable danger he was in. He pestered them with a million questions. A risky game given the tension choking the room. 

“You have to be careful with them, Tommy. Your new brothers can play a little rough sometimes.” Philza poured his urgency into his gaze, keeping his voice as chipper as ever. Then, his fury turned upon the monsters. “If anyone hurts Tommy you are all grounded.” The trio of incomprehensibly powerful abominations cowered before him. 

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“Tommy!!” Phil screamed at the top of his lungs. “Come here right now.” He looked at the mess before him, and it had Tommy written all over it by the bite marks on his flowerbed. Only question was which one. A twin pair of golden heads popped through the doorway. “I know it’s very funny for you both to look like Tommy, but I can’t have you looking the exact same. It’s gonna cause a lot of problems. Think about it, what if one of you gets punished for the other ones mistake? If I can’t tell who it’s supposed to be, both Tommys will get in trouble. I don’t care what you decide on, but you have to choose a way to tell you two part.” 

“I can be Tommy one!” the first Tommy exclaimed.

The second Tommy pouted. “I wanted to be Tommy one,” he said grumpily.

“Fine, you can be Tommy one; I’ll be Best Tommy!”  

“That’s not fair! I want to be Tommy one, too!” said the third Tommy. Wait, the third Tommy? Philza whipped around fast and counted the heads of his sons, realizing that somewhere along the way, he picked up a third Tommy. Philza was about to lose his mind. Where had the new Tommy come from? What had happened? Was this a new monster he was supposed to deal with? How is he supposed to fight against a new monster who he knew nothing about???

“Sorry, I’m not sure we’ve met each other before. Would you care to introduce yourself?”

“Dad, you seriously can’t tell I’m the original Tommy!?”

Philza groaned in frustration. “That’s it! Mandatory group hug!” The Tommys immediately scattered, but Philza was quick enough to scoop them all up. They writhed and groaned about cuties as he focused. Tommy one, too was biting him. Which….didn’t narrow it down. Best Tommy was kicking him and making disgruntled cow sounds, so probably human Tommy??? No, he needed more data. Tommy one was slightly feverish to the touch so he was likely the demon “Tommy”. But the other two? That was a little harder to tell. Best Tommy was normal temperature, but so was Tommy one, too. Wait…no. Tommy one, too, was room temperature, lacking his own body heat. Almost like he wasn’t really there. “”WILBUR!”” Philza shouted. 

“Wilbur” glanced up from the book he was unassumedly reading on the porch swing. “Can I help you?’ he asked, faintly annoyed. 

“If you also begin to make illusory Tommys, I will be likewise punishing you any time one of them gets in trouble.” Philza couldn’t afford to be mistaken ever again. He had to nip this problem in the bud before the consequences grew horrific. How was he supposed to defend Tommy if he couldn’t tell who he was? 

The changeling scowled. “Excuse me? I don’t care what those brats get up to, it has nothing to do with me.”

“This is clearly your illusion.” To prove his point, he dramatically patted the fake Tommy on the head. He blinked as nothing happened, then chuckled a little, catching “Wilbur’s” flash of a triumphant smirk. Philza ruffled the hair of the other Tommy, who dissolved beneath the iron of his wedding band like morning mist. ““Wilbur” if you compound on the doppelgänger confusion with your illusions, you’ll receive the same punishment.” 

“If you catch me~” he laughed with a voice like silver bells. 

“Why you little-” Philza began, stalking over to where he sat, only for a loud crash to whip his head around. One of the Tommys had turned into a cow, and Philza really couldn’t tell which. 

“Really now, I know you boys introduced yourself as doubles, but you are your own people with different personalities. Please be yourselves- ah, with the boundaries we established,” Philza warned before “Tommy” could turn into a hulking demon. “Wouldn’t you like to find a nice form all your own? Stop pretending to be someone you’re not?”

“Not when we can cause so much chaos!” “Tommy” cackled, racing off riding a blond cow. “And if you try to ground me I’ll rip your head off!” Philza sighed heavily and sat on the porch swing next to “Wilbur”. Technically he knew he should be following to make sure his child wasn’t eviscerated by a random flare of the demon’s temper…but god was he exhausted from trying to chase the pair around for days. The fact Tommy had survived so far was certainly justification for a five-minute break at the very least. 

With a startled blink, Philza realized the changeling sitting beside him no longer wore the disguise of Wilbur. The illusion puddled beneath the changeling, who was still wholly occupied with his book, albeit in a way where it was clearly just a prop so he wouldn’t have to meet Philza’s gaze. The fae was tense, waiting for a reaction. “...have you decided to be yourself now?” he asked cautiously, knowing how testy the changeling could be. 

“Wilbur” didn’t look away from his book, knees drawn up to his chest. “Whatever. Not like it’s an improvement.” 

Philza smiled warmly. “Of course it is!” It would make it so much easier to be rid of him if he looked like the monster he was. Or, so Philza prayed. He’d grown too familiar with the deadly, reading past the frightening features of the creature before him. The stiff posture not as a creature ready to lunge, but a teen bracing to be mocked for the true self he despised. “This means you’re more comfortable, right?”

“Don’t read into it too much, old man.” Philza’s smile grew a little wider at the way “Wilbur” eased a little. Above all, it meant “Wilbur’s” guard was lowering, regardless of what Philza did with the fact. 

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[viaviv124]

I had an idea for a royal AU thingy

So, Narinder and the other bishops are royalty or nobility or something. One day, baiscally out of nowhere, Narinder is betrothed. Like his parents or Shamura or whatever just announced "oh yeah you're engaged now". Obviously this doesn't sit right with Narinder at all and he tries to argue, but it's pointless. The decision is made and he can't do anything about it. Thing is, he's never told who he's betrothed to. He thinks it's just a noblewoman for more land or a trade. Then he meets his new fiance, as they are required to move in.

The fiance is a lamb of lower status, very recently got their hands in the church and accumulating small wealth through it. The church is very influential, espacially since it effectively worshipped the royal family, so it initially didnt surprise Narinder all that much to be betrothed with a priest. Except the lamb wasn't even a proper priest, yet somehow they got a small church away from the capital an almost cult following. It became one of the strongest churches. Oh well, Narinder thought, a religious figure that preached about him? Might as well be devoted so it might make this entire ordeal somewhat managable.

And at first the lamb was very polite and kind. And then, probably because they saw Narinder (or any of the siblings in fact) wasn't as godly as the scriptures made the royal family out to be, they started standing their ground and making demands of their own, even if it was just asking for something small like "can you please give me the thing over there? You're closer to it." Narinder, obviously, wasn't one to follow this commoner's will.

These 2 bickered and fought CONSTANTLY, it's gotten to a point where no one was surprised anymore when they'd hear yelling from afar or see scratches, bites and bruises on the 2. They could not sit in a room for 5 minutes before one of them would start a fight. The lamb's chatty and Narinder's prideful nature didn't help at all.

But over time they slowly got accustomed to eachother and realized they work well together, be it in planning or combat (which the lamb was also surprisingly skilled at). So as much as they still bickered, there was no bad blood. The original dread of being betrothed turned into a well working partnership. They started to question if they could eventually love too, not knowing they were already secretly pining. Narinder was the first one to show actual affection through, feeling comfortable to hold them. The lamb didnt refuse so it's not his Problem. (who is he kidding? He wouldnt stop even if the lamb would bite his hand for it and kick him. Not like they never did that before and their wool is warm and soft so he doesnt care)

The other siblings just watched amused at their pining, making bets how long until they finally kissed and confessed their love.

Edit: oh yeah, the Lamb didnt initiate the Engagement either. It was just 2 forces above them going "yeah this random guy who made the church more powerful and the third prince should marry" (ofc this isnt exactly how it went but yeah). The lamb didnt know Jack-shit either, only being told of the Engagement the day they were told to move to the Palace lmao

[honey-minded-hivemind]

OHBOY, let's see what I can come up with, excited to see how this AU progresses!

The Professor, man... If Charles found out that reader was his child too, one he never knew existed, and one that he lost before either of them knew about the blood they shared, he would change, and he'd probably never be the same person. He wouldn't become emotionless or bloodthirsty per se, but he isn't the man who believed in things the way he did when he'd created the X-men. He didn't lose everything, but what he had lost was far far too much for him to be unchanged by the seemingly unending guilt of it, especially after he finds the handbook they had tucked away and buried in the space between their bed and the wall, where reader had written about insecure they felt about how they were viewed, they tried their hardest to believe they weren't loved any less, I imagine reader probably looked up to all of the yan adults in some way.

On another note, if readers' mutation allowed them to turn into a were/monster-like forms of different creatures of the same/a similar genus, like canids, felines or ursids, maybe multiple families (of animal) or just one! All that is just an idea but I'd like to explore any thoughts you have!

Lamb Anon

Oooooo... I like what you're thinking, 🐑 Anon! I love doing these! Please, have a treat:🌮🌭🍕🍟

I do think Charles would be a changed man after this. He'd lost two of his students/kids, his friend lost his only son, and they lost Reader... Who, as it turned out... was his. His child. Someone who he never knew was his, and someone who never knew he was their's. And it stings, an unending, poisonous bite at his thoughts and mind, conflicting with his inner turmoil and guilt and fear. He lost them...

He should have known better.

He is aware that what he is about to, he cannot come back from. Once he's crossed this line, there is no returning to the before. But he's already paid a price, and so have his friends, his children. And they cannot pay that price again.

Taking control should have felt wrong. It should have felt awful, terrifying, villainous... It doesn't feel that way at all. If anything, he feels more powerful, more secure... like if anything else were to happen, he could actually stop it this time.

The others... they don't need much convincing, if any, over the course they're taking. He does try to help them with their nightmares, their guilt, as some of the younger students were unfortunate enough to see what had happened to their friends and their siblings... It was... horrifying.

He sometimes wishes he could forget it. To scrub it from his mind and to move on.

But if he did that... he'd forget them, and he cannot bring himself to do such a thing.

He sometimes feels like he can still hear them, or imagines they are there with them. He knows it isn't true... but he wonders, truly, what they would think of the world they made for them. What they did because of their death, would they hate them? Hate him? Or would they see it as the necessary evil it is? Because that's what it is, is it not? A hard decision left in their hands, with no better option than to take control themselves. And even if it was wrong... There is nothing he can do. They've finally achieved peace; finally made a paradise for themselves and other mutants; have fostered a new era of acceptance and care. Have they not?

He keeps a few pictures of them, on his desk. On the walls of the mansion. A few of the sketches Reader made are in the drawers by his bed, detailing the people they loved most...

He truly misses them...

Maybe one day, if they are fortunate, a mutant will come along who can contact the dead, or bring about reincarnation, or at least let them know if someone is at rest. So for now, he waits, and keeps peace amongst his friends and remaining students, his family. He has already lost one family; he will not lose another...

And he hopes, deep down, that Reader forgives him... That wherever they are, they know they were, and still are, loved...

(Who do you want to explore next, 🐑 Anon? Three down (Magneto, Beast, and the Professor), and four to go: Storm, Wolverine, Sabretooth, and Mystique... You pick who you want to explore next😊)

[nebby-exists]

Ayyyy guess who’s hyper-fixating on a CRK Au-

Anyways, this is more of an Ancient Beasts AU-ish oc, who was originally named Light Orchid ‘Cookie’ (later on she would change her name to just Lantern Mage Cookie for reasons I’ll explain soon-)

This probably going to be vague as hell so I apologize if stuff doesn’t make sense- it’s kinda rough drafty right now

;-;

this definitely might not be accurate to the Au, so for fair warning don’t assume all of it is accurate or fitting fully-

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Light orchid cookie is basically the child of Saint Vanilla, though I’m not sure if to say she’s adopted or not, since how she was born was through magic by accident (don’t got a fully thought out thing yet so- one of the orchids from Vanilla’s garden turned into a lil child that was Orchid. No she’s not midnight lily’s kid, though sometimes refers to the other neo-beasts as family titles, not limited to auntie or second dad. Stops referring them to such later on). 

Basically the only child to have resided/born with the Lambs of Penance (or atleast where they’re mainly based at- idk-)

Orchid didn’t see Saint Vanilla often, as he didn’t want to risk her getting hurt during his travels(I think that’s what he’s been doing???), so often either she was alone in the garden or accompanied by one of the lambs.

(Often she’s stuck with Vanilla crème- who probably tryin to be a second dad to her-)

She shares the same ability of her father, though, she didn’t get why they saw it as a blessing, even if raised with that idea. It wouldn’t be long before she would want to learn healing. However, during such a goal..she’d learn more of the ascension.

At first she’d wonder on why they’d disappear after some time…then why they  had to…

The longer she thought on it, though more she doubted those she once saw as good people.

Though, finding out she may be used as a way to help saint reach godhood(??), it lead to her finally wanting to leave. With her eyes and birthmark covered and a cloak, she snuck away, with the will of learning how to properly heal, and to remove the magic she saw as a curse….

May her volition help her live, and to never become like her father…

even if met with witnessing why he lost himself..

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Anyway- 

So cookie plant thing now trying to find a way to learn healing magic- since some some reason she was taught to learn more of her ‘ascension’ magic—

For magic support found herself a lantern- I’ll reveal how another time- or just leave that up to theories-

also I inspired her off of when I was listening to Birdcage Blue and Yellow over and over :3

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Ancient Beasts AU by 

White Orchid/Lantern Mage cookie belongs to me-

[dainangel]

farm boy!heeseung x country girl!reader

w. fluff, suggestive, mentions of food(?) | t. friends to lovers | lower case | author’s note: guys i had an idea in mind i swear idk what happened 😭 i hope you enjoy either way!

🎶: valentine, laufey 

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you and heeseung go way back. like, waaaaaay back. hes basically your partner in crime. 

it all started off when you were at the ripe age of 3, moving into the country side. your parents said it would be good experience. they said it was a “test-run”, but you still ended up living here. there weren’t that many kids for you to hang out with when you were 6. there were no playgrounds, kids on tricycles, and princess parties. horrible, i know. 

you were crying on the dirt floor on a rainy day. you dont even remember what you were so aggravated about. it was raining hard and was slightly dark, and puddles began to form. your mom let you go outside to jump around, leading to your current situation. your face red from crying so much, and it also feeling puffy and numb. you didnt have the willpower to get up from the now forming puddle under you, so you just sat there sniffling and whining. constantly rubbing the bottom of your nose with your hand hand. until you heard a frog croak. you snapped your head around, to only be greeted with a short boy in a blue raincoat, holding the noisy frog. 

you looked up at him, now sunlight beginning to rip through the cloudy skies. his face had some mud stains, and his hands looked as though he scooped up dirt and pebbles. “do you wanna play with frogs with me?” the boy managed to ask. he was definitely shy, and he was definitely grateful you couldnt see the blush on his cheeks. you managed to stifle a “mhm”, before he helped you up and ran with you to a nearby pond. 

that’s how you met lee heeseung. through frickin’ frogs. i know. 

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youre both now older, him being 17 and you being 16. youve basically grown up together.   heeseung could just barge into your house from the back door and go through the fridge and your parents wouldnt do anything. thats how close you guys were. you were always invited to sleep over at heeseung’s house, or have dinner with his family. 

you inhaled, letting the cold weather and breeze fill your senses. you were currently sitting on the edge of a fence, watching heeseung talk to cows. his straw hat was connected to a string currently around his throat, the hat off his head. he was in a dirty pair of baggy overalls and a sleeveless white shirt. dont forget the red working gloves. he was about to round up the cows soon to go inside, until he saw you. “hey heeseung!!” you waved from across the field. he stood up properly and waved back with a smile. how cute. i mean-

you shook your head for letting your intrusive thoughts win. recently, youve been noticing how… attractive heeseung has been looking lately. apparently this is the age where you start to become attracted to people? you dunno what your mom was trying to tell you with that. 

the way his arms would swell up with his veins showing whenever he’d pick up a baby lamb. or how his voice became deeper with every grunt with bending down to feed chickens. raking the hay around the big barn and outside. even his face becoming more chiseled and defined, an adam’s apple already formed ready to bob up and down. 

maybe you were just desperate for a form of love? who knows. 

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you woke up the next day to the sound of a rooster. your hair was a wreck in the mirror, but you didnt care. you didnt bother to change out of your pajamas, wearing sweatpants with a big shirt. downstairs, you yawned, “hi dad and mo-“ 

until you stopped in your tracks, only to see heeseung cooking something. it wasnt unnatural for him to be in your home at random times, but seeing him make breakfast for you was a first-time thing. 

he turned his head to look at you, a soft smile cracking out of his face. “your parents had to head out super early for some work stuff, so they called me over late last night to hang out with you.”

your ears were now turning pink, realizing that heeseung was shirtless. his body nicely toned, except he had a really bad farmer’s tan. man, he was hiding a lot under those thick sweaters and tank-tops. he was wearing grey sweats too, hanging a little loosely showing his black underwear line. not only that, but he was sleeping in your home yesterday. you tried to not stare at his chest, clearing your throat and looking around the kitchen. gosh, the universe really must’ve granted one of your dozens of wishes. he chuckled softly while reading your expression. 

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heeseung knew the effect he had on you. when he taught you how to feed the horses, he’d subtly put his hand over yours. or, his lips almost touching yours whenever he leaned over the table to grab his keys. randomly creeping up behind you and grabbing your waist like it’s an everyday thing. he even blew you a dramatic kiss when he had to go out with his parents to the city. a couple weeks later he came back with expensive trinkets for you. matching bracelets, too. he knew he was driving you mad. and he loved every second of it. 

i mean, how could you two even be described as friends? the elders on the farm sitting on the rocking chairs outdoors drinking or knitting while gossiping about you and heeseung.

“i assure you theyre not friends. i bet you my best sheep on it.”

“oh please, theyre just friends!”

“gosh, gerald, look at their bracelets and the way they look at each other.”

you overheard them once — taking their comments into consideration. what were you and heeseung really? normally friendships had boundaries and a line drawn, but this friendship had too much of a squiggly line. too many boundaries have been crossed. he even kissed you on the cheek when you guys were like— 9.  crazy.

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it was now dark, and you were lying down next to heeseung on a pile of hay. you both were currently in your family’s barn, on the top shack looking up to the roof window. the sky was a beautiful grey and black, with little bright stars sprinkling above. and those thoughts were still clouding your mind. does he really like me? what if this is just platonic? maybe he’s just shy… you said to yourself while you fiddled with your “friendship” bracelet. your cat, mittens, was lying down on your chest, heaving up and down with every intake of breath you took. heeseung was holding a brown chicken (please excuse his weirdness), petting it like it was a dog. you let out a chuckle seeing the way he babied it. 

he sighed, and eventually looked around. he hitched his breath, slowly moving closer to you. your bodies now touching, radiating body heat and aching to feel one another. you could feel your head spinning, beginning to feel drunk off the feeling of his warm arm and wooden-scented cologne. 

an awkward silence entered the space for about 10 minutes straight. just the sound of crickets, hay rustling, purring, and the chicken clucking. it was getting pretty late, and your hopes werent going any higher; but were instead dropping. today was an uncomfortable evening, both of you wanting to say something but not knowing what. 

while sitting up slowly you spoke hesitantly, “well, it was nice hanging out with you hee-“

until he grabbed your face. like, full on grabbed and sat up quickly. he looked at your eyes then lips, hastily pulling them in for a kiss. you could feel your heartbeat speeding up and it traveling to your brain. your ears cancelling out any sound, and your mind going blank. after holding out the kiss for a while, he drew back slowly. he rubbed his nape, now looking embarrassed and ashamed. his mind suddenly back in his head. “sorry, y/n. i should’ve- i should’ve spoken or warned you fir-“ 

now you cut him off, the taste of your soft lips lingering once more onto his rough lips. strawberry chapstick. heeseung could feel his eyes trying to roll to the back of his head. he muffled some random words, not knowing where to put his hands. you slowly held his hands, now facing each other. he eventually placed his hands behind your jaw, deepening the kiss. mittens jumped away at this point, there were small and large pieces of hay in your hair and on his shirt, and the chicken was now sitting in a corner watching this romance story unfold. how interesting. it felt ethereal for him. like it was a dream come true. he’s glad he didn’t chicken out now. (pun intended)

after some soft kissing, it eventually escalated. your body becoming hotter, trying to go closer to heeseung’s body. it soon turned into tongue mixing with tongue, teeth knocking on each other, and a couple slight changes in movement. wow, this escalated far. 

you were now in heeseung’s lap, your hands in his hair and his hands roaming your back and waist. after kissing for about 9 minutes, (from just breathing out of your noses), you let go of the kiss. a pop sound was heard from the disconnection of your lips, and you took in heeseung’s appearance. his lips visibly swollen, and no longer chapped. they were stained a pinkish-res, matching the color of your lipgloss you had on earlier. 

your hair was disheveled, and your sweater falling off your shoulder. 

“i like you, hee. wait- no. i think i love you.” you said shyly, turning your face. heeseung just chuckled lightly, and pulled you into a tight embrace. his nose was against your shoulder, his hand patting your back slowly. “i love you, farm boy” (<3), you said with a huff. you began to wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto his neck with both your arms. the moon now showing through the window, and the stars shining brighter than ever. 

“i love you too, country girl.”

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GUYS IM TELLIING YOU I HAD AN IDEA IN MIND. LIKE- HEAVY INTENSE BUILDUP TYPA IDEA… except i got too impatient and just got to the good/important part 💁‍♀️

anyways, tysm for all the love on my enhypen holiday post! i love all you so much<3

[ravenbloodshot]

Juyeon- The Boyz....Insecurities vs Confidences

Insecurities

He's insecure about having romantic interest in a person and the love never being reciprocated (he may fear a lover falling out of love with him). I don't think he's the type of guy to do well in sex only relationships or even during those moments in relationships when the couple fights and may give each other silent treatment , he could really break down and feel really hurt by silent treatment (not giving him love/attention). I don't know if you guys have ever seen the video of an experiment done on a baby where the mom at first plays with the baby and gives it attention then suddenly acts cold/unresponsive (its like a test to see how parental neglect effects kids). My point is the babies reaction when the mom starts to 'neglect' the baby is quite a similar reaction Juyeon would have when feeling 'neglected' by a lover or friend. (The link please watch to get my point 👉

He can feel like he's not doing enough or bringing enough value to his group. I wonder if he wishes to be the shield or sacrificial lamb to protect the ones he love (he hates to sit by and watch others suffer which could lead him to do dumb things in the name of protecting others, martyr vibes).

He has very depressive and self depreciating thoughts about himself at times. He really could have a hard time seeing what others see in him (like fans), not knowing why they like him and if he ever made a mistake, he wonders if they all would still love him or discard him. (Juyeon is the type of person that when he's feeling good about himself, he feels like a KING. But when he's feeling bad, he's the 'scum' of the earth, in his eyes).

He's insecure about his lack of power sometimes. Especially when it comes to being an idol, some actions are out of his control a lot and could make him feel very small when he doesn't have a say/voice.

I don't think Juyeon should be alone when he has his depressive episodes. For some people, being alone is what they need to feel better. But for him, being alone will just validate his warped opinions of "he can only rely on himself, and himself isn't good enough either", he really needs the care and company of loved ones during these times.

He's insecure about how sensitive and emotional he can be

Confidences

He's confident when he's using his power (whether physical, financial, mental etc..) to protect others and fight for what he believes in. Juyeon definitely is a sort of freedom fighter in a sense, and he isn't afraid to become violent if he has to. He can tap into his masculinity and is comfortable in that energy

Juyeon is confident when he's behaving fatherly (may like kids or just taking care of others). He may like to be the one that gathers people up to have a big dinner and spend quality time together. Awww the vibes I'm getting is so sweet, like when Eric said Juyeon cuddled up with him and spent time with him since he knew Eric had no family in korea to visit during the holidays. Juyeon is definitely a pleaser and caretaker, very comfortable in that role.

Juyeon may be confident in doing his job. Like he knows about the in and outs of the idol industry and what it takes to look good, attract fangirls. He knows how to pose his body the right way at a photoshoot, he knows when to throw finger hearts at the fans and when to act coy, he knows how to make the girls wish they could be with him and the guys wish they could be him .......he just knows what it takes to be the hot celebrity type (if you were an idol that wanted to know the fine details of what it takes to make it in the industry, go to Juyeon, this boy knows every trick in the book).

Juyeon may be confident in his ability to argue/debate. May like doing it too.

He trusts his judgement, like he doesn't second guess his decisions and is quite adventurous/spontaneous. Even when he has no idea what a venture might take him, he still is confident and excited about doing something new and unknown

The Joke Is on You is a song that fits this readings energy

[ijwrff]

Hello would you be able to do a Yandere Dragon Antisepticeye thing where the reader gets too close to Antis territory and so he decides to snatch them up and make them his mate?

I love this idea so much, and I'm proud of how it turned out! I have never written for a dragon before XD but I sure am happy I did.

Thank you for the request!!! I appreciate it, and hope you have a good day ^^

@serenitydusk @viciouslyyearning @thattiredanimator1t0mblr

Word Count: 1,147

Your friends are stupid. Making some bet on if you’ll be able to make it out of the forest once going to the center. It’s not like you were kids anymore, but they said if you did make it out they’d treat you to dinner. Worth it, honestly…unless the legends were true. 

You see, your whole village was skeptical of the forest. Claiming a dragon resided there. However, you didn’t believe those rumors. No one had actually seen the dragon. They simply laid down offerings at the edge. None of them had even ever moved. Wind may have altered their looks some, as well as age. But dragons? No way. 

At least…you thought you were at the center. There’s a bigger tree there than any of the others, but you couldn’t help but feel you were being watched. Who knows, maybe there’s other people in here also trying to prove their friends wrong. It felt…creepy though. You didn’t like the thought of being watched. Especially if the village on the other side of the forest was hostile towards you. 

Time passed, and eventually it started to get dark. You wandered around, and simply decided ‘I’ll just go back the way I came.’ But everything…looks different. Warped. Definitely different trees than the ones you had seen coming in. 

You were completely and utterly lost. 

That bad feeling only intensified when it started to rain. You needed to find cover…and after a while you stumbled upon a cave. Good enough. Just somewhere you wouldn’t get soaked, until the rain passed. Maybe your jackass friends would come searching for you. Or not. Some of them were fully convinced you wouldn’t make it out of the forest, but they were still your friends…

You only stood just in the entrance, out of the rain. But the wind picked up, and you found yourself having to go deeper in the cave. Might as well explore while you’re here. You might find something valuable. Ores, or traces of other people from different villages in there. Hopefully…they were friendly if you approached one. 

Your thought seemed to have been confirmed, as when you went deeper in the cave, a light seemed to shine. It was almost enticing, and you found the will to go deeper. Something roared outside, which you summed up to the storm brewing. Though it was rather loud, you weren’t that concerned. You were more intent on going deeper though, to find the source of the light. 

As you got closer, it looked as if things were shining deeper in. Maybe you really would find ores! Your friends would certainly be surprised if you came back with ores expensive enough to pay for your own meal. Show them you’re more capable than them, and at the very least more mature. You cursed under your breath at the thought of your friends laughing it up while you were in this cave. 

The cave itself also seemed to grow wider, much bigger than at just the entrance. The entrance was still huge, but the location inside only increased in size. You continued to go deeper, and when you turned the corner, you saw a massive pile of shiny objects. Gold, weapons, chests, ores, mirrors. Anything you could think of. You were going to be rich! Revered as the person brave enough to go deep into the forest and bring back piles of gold. 

But all your hope faded away when you heard a loud bang from behind you. 

“Why…how funny.” A monstrous voice, loud and booming resounded from behind you. “A little lamb came to me, I didn’t even have to find them.” By now you felt a great wind from behind you. It reeked of iron and felt too hot to be the wind from outside. 

You turned ever so slowly, and were met with the sight of a massive…dragon. Your eyes filled with fear, and you took a step back, then another. Once you were further away, you could see just how large it was. One tooth was as big as your arm, if not bigger. Some were even larger than that, still. Crooked, and seemed to be coated with blood. You couldn’t find the courage to even utter a word. 

It crept closer to you until it was close enough to touch. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Unless…you try to run. Then, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.” It huffed, and you realized it was laughter. But you couldn’t focus. How could this be? A DRAGON?

With a gulp, you tried to plead for your life. “P-please…I won’t tell anyone you’re here, I won’t steal from you, I-” You began, but it cut you off with a snarl that terrified you to the core. You couldn’t comprehend the severity of your situation. You really were gonna die here…a dragon of all things would kill you. Not another village member, not a wild bear or boar, a dragon…a real dragon. 

“SHUT UP!” It growled, but its expression somehow turned back to amusement. “What I mean is…I don’t need to hear it. I’ve long decided, you will stay here. Your village will think you died, and not a soul will come looking for you. Because this is my forest.” It reached forward with a long and discolored claw. It was then you realized that it was also covered in blood, as it smeared across your face when he touched it. 

“S-stay here?” Your level of fear for your life grew, “I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was your forest, I’ll-” As he cut you off once again with a dangerous laugh. 

It laughed, for several moments, “You’re in my forest. Therefore you belong to me. You may leave when I allow you to. Then and only then.” It opened its jaw, and you could see what was left of a human arm in it. “I am the dragon that rules this forest…and you?” It waited for dramatic effect, and it scared you how it was right there in front of you. Something you never believed existed. 

What was it to do to you? Kill you? Keep you as a pet? Eat you as its next meal? It wasn’t looking good for you…at all. It had clearly killed many, and you had every reason to believe every person who went into this forest was killed by the dragon here in front of you. 

“You will be my mate.” It said, and laughed even more as you paled, hoping it was all a dream. “You are…the first to not cry when I have approached. Therefore, because you have invaded my territory and begged for your life, I will grant that wish.” And for a brief moment you hoped it would let you go. “I am Anti, and you…will stay with me. For the rest of your life. Because…” 

“You’re mine now.”

[mystra-midnight]

Haunted Hoedown - DAY TWO

summary: you were a beauty perfectly poised in horror, your pretty white dress stained red, your skin flushed with exhilaration. you were fire, and he was a moth to your flame.

warnings: 18+ only. killer!eddie x killer!reader. dark themes. bloodplay. knifeplay. depictions of multiple murders & brief torture. oral (m receiving). tiny smidge of face fucking. eddie has a hint of switch energy. slight praise kink. this should go without saying but don't use blood as lube kids. also don't ingest someone else blood, that's dangerous.

words: 1.3k

notes: day two of the haunted hoedown challenge being hosted by @inklore and @psychedelic-ink. so i was at work when this idea came to me, i think partly because of my own urge to murder ridiculous customers. also because i want eddie to howl at my beauty.

prompt: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"

This turn of events wasn't surprising to Eddie. He knew that violence was your love language, and that was okay because it was his as well.

He watched as you hovered over the man's prone body, legs spread as you straddled his waist. The tight white dress you wore rose dangerously high on your thighs as you pushed the serrated blade between the man's ribs. The moment was rehearsed and came to you easily. The man cried out in pain, the sound drowned out by your own high-pitched whine as you rutted against him, rolling your hips back and forth and dragging your clothed cunt over the crotch of his jeans.

There was no green-eyed jealousy to be found within Eddie.

He found you captivating in that moment. Your hair was a mess, left tussled from fingers running through it, and your lips were kiss-bruised where you'd made yourself an easy target, soft and sweet, compliant. Beneath the man, a pool of blood began to form, the edges of it widening as you twisted the blade and yanked it free.

He coughed violently, blood spurting from between his lips, leaving his mouth dirty and twisted with permanent agony. Eddie saw the tremble of his lips as they parted and knew he wanted to scream, only to find himself unable to. He wouldn't be able to draw enough air into his lungs; they were filling with blood, drowning him alive.

He stopped fighting as the strength left his body, draining almost as quickly as the litres of blood. You pouted at Eddie, and he gave you a mocking smile in return. You were disappointed that your plaything hadn't lasted as long as the last victim. You pulled your arm back and slapped him hard across the face with a resounding crack, making his head snap to the side.

The last one lasted twice as long. She'd been a real fighter, and she was pretty too. Eddie had chased her through back alleys across the city, menacing her each time she thought she'd gotten away. She'd left his face scratched and bleeding when she raked her nails down his skin. He hadn't minded, but you had.

Seeing that whore touch what was yours left you seeing red. You'd tormented the woman; you'd broken her fingers and ribs, mocked her when she cried and begged for mercy. Finally, you forced her to look Eddie in the eye before cutting her throat.

But those thoughts were neither here nor there as he watched you.

"Come to me," he said, his voice brokering no argument. His dark eyes never once wavered from you, even as the acidic smell of carnage enveloped the air around him. He watched as you laid a hand down, fingers spread wide and slipping through the slick ichor.

Eddie tutted mockingly when you began to stand. "On your knees. Crawl to me."

For a second—one moment that was long enough for him to blink—you were motionless. You were a beauty perfectly poised in horror, your pretty white dress stained red, your skin flushed with exhilaration. You were fire, and he was a moth to your flame.

You moved slowly and crawled as though you were a great cat stalking its prey. Eddie felt very much like a lamb in a slaughterhouse, but he fucking loved it. He watched the way your shoulder blades moved as you shifted your weight between your hands.

He watched how your fingers dripped with blood, how it smeared along your shins, and how the drag of your heels left empty rivers that quickly flooded again. By the time you reached him, he was hard; the outline of his cock evident as it strained against his pants.

You kneeled before him with a dark look in your eyes, your hands brushing along his thighs, leaving the fabric damp and dark. Your lips parted, your tongue slipping past your perfectly pink lips as you licked up the zipper of his pants, moaning at the feel of the teeth on your tongue.

The moment was wildly erotic to him, drawing a throaty moan from his throat. He was normally the one on his knees, the one who crawled to your feet and worshipped. Eddie had never had a problem howling at your beauty like a dog in heat.

The blade of his knife pressed tightly against the column of your throat, the cold bite of steel against your skin earning him a moan. A droplet of blood oozed from the shallow cut he left in your skin and rolled down your clavicle, only to be lost in the neckline of your dress. You stared up at him with pretty doe-eyes, beautiful and submissive at that moment.

"There's my good girl," he hummed with amusement while he cupped your cheek in the palm of his unoccupied hand. He stroked his thumb along your perfectly pouting lips, pulling teasingly at the lower one. "You know what I want."

Your wet fingers snapped open the button of his pants, and you yanked them down to his knees, along with his boxers. Eddie didn't care that you'd been rutting against another man, chasing your release like a desperate whore. And he didn't care that you were still bloody. The sticky warmth was a welcomed feeling against his skin as you left his thighs covered in bloody fingerprints. But it was your still-dripping fingers wrapped around the base of his cock that made his head tip back, and a blissful sigh slipped past his lips.

He continued to hold the knife to your throat, but you paid it no mind, instead finding pleasure in the way it pressed tightly against your windpipe when you licked a broad, wet strip from the base of his cock to the angry, red tip. You kitten licked him with a throaty moan, working the flat of your tongue along the vein that ran the underside of his shaft.

"Sh-shit," Eddie whined, his hand grasping your hair for support as you sucked him into your mouth, letting spit dribble down your chin. Your lips met with your fist again and again as you worked him over, bobbing on his cock as you fisted the length of his shaft. It wasn't long before a dribble of precum slipped down the back of your throat.

It was salty and tangy, entirely Eddie.

He popped from your mouth with an obscene sound, and you took the opportunity to suck in a much-needed breath of air. His hips snapped forward, pushing himself deeper into your hand, searching and desperate for friction. His eyes were dark when you giggled at him, the blade cutting into your skin in warning as you worked him into a slippery mess. Your spit mixed with his precum and the other man's blood.

But it was the way you licked him clean like you were trying to get to the centre of a damn lollipop, that had him hurtling towards his climax. You swallowed him down until the head of his cock smashed into the back of your throat. Eddie loved the way you gagged violently and how tears flooded your eyes.

His knife clattered to the ground when he grabbed your hair with both hands, holding you still so he could fuck your mouth at a brutal pace. The sound of your gags and his balls slapping your chin echoed throughout the alley, along with his grunts as the thrust of his hips became wild and uncontrolled. 

Your nose was pressed tight to the curls at the base of his cock when he tumbled over the edge into oblivion, shooting ropes of cum straight down your throat. He held you there, the muscles in his abdomen painfully tight as he groaned, making sure you swallowed everything he’d given you before letting you go. You licked your lips as you stood with his knife in your hand.

"My turn, pretty boy."

[lakesbian]

as has been discussed, gordon griffon of twig has never done me wrong (due to his premature death), but i do think it's weird that. sy spends so much of the early book fixating on gordon's purported Bastardous Side, but wildbow doesn't decide to really unequivocally depict gordon actually being particularly malicious or sadistic (beyond the normal job tasks expected of the lambs) until a scene that happens around arc 16 or 17. sy is reminiscing about gordon/talking with his imaginary gordon & recalls a time when they were young young kids and gordon got pissed that some landlord unceremoniously kicked out a family that had a daughter he thought was nice/they were on cordial terms with, and he & sy went after the landlord and sy watched him rhythmically break all of the landlord's fingers and hand joints one by one with a hammer. and although i don't remember the scene Super clearly so i admit i may be recollecting this part wrong, iirc the concluding idea there was like. a young sy taking away the clear idea that gordon found it far more satisfying than he should have, and gordon knew that too, and it might have been sort of meaningful in the 'being a kid and seeing a part of your friend that you both know is alarming/socially unacceptable in some way come out' way. but again, take all of that summary with a grain of salt, the prion disease that makes you forget what happened to twig got to me a little with the latter arcs and i might be extrapolating more than summarizing.

and like. it was a rare Late Twig moment that i liked if only for a brief vision back into the era where the lambs were good and fun to read about. but it did make me think it's kinda weird that wildbow ultimately wanted to make "Gordon Griffon Likes To Fucking Hurt People" an actual explicit trait of his vs something where it's more ambiguous if sy is misreading or exaggerating a bit but didn't. you know. include any scenes hinting at that while gordon was still alive. i dunno i think you can extrapolate that Gordon Griffon Likes To Fucking Hurt People, or at least doesn't mind or can occasionally find it satisfying, just from the fact that he's a regular cheery efficient golden boy without ever taking a psychological toll from the shit the lambs get up to. and obviously he's got the reiterated backstory of learning (& being very good at) streetfighting because he likes to fight. so i don't necessarily have it as a Complaint that we only get some really explicit intentionally written nasty bastardry from him long after his death. but i wonder if it might have also been a little fun or added a little extra spice to add just a tiny tinge more of implied sadism to him while he was alive

[canonically-a-genloser]

4+1

four times Randy and Henrik were fathers to Paislie, and one time she got to be that for Cade.

a/n: i did these in chunks all starting at two in the morning im so sorry for whatever this is about to be or if it doesnt even make sense nrhfrhh-

(sorta edited? nrjffh-)

Paislie couldn't feel shit.

All she knew was, she'd been masked a long time and it felt like her brain was turning into jello.

Inky blackness floated in her vision as she stood at attention, the perfect picture of an innocent lamb that Showfall had dressed around the core of a monster.

Her weak thread of consciousness seemed to simply float around in the darkness. She was unable to do anything unbidden, and though her mind was neither entirely free nor hers, her senses would stay vaguely intact enough to either follow directions or know whether she was in danger.

All day long, she'd heard footsteps come and go, people speaking about her in low voices, and the like. She stood at alert, ready to follow any instruction, but none came.

She'd supposed the ones she could hear now were no different until they came to a quiet stop in front of her.

"Hey," a familiar voice said, and the tiny corner of her brain that was still hers felt a little happier. It probably would've been much more so if she were sure the person who was speaking wasn't mad at her.

"They said you could- should probably come get some rest," Randy told her. "Thought I'd come get ya."

It only took him a second of bemused staring to realize she couldn't verbally answer him.

"Oh, yeah. The mask- yeah." He paused for a second. "Well- either way. We should probably get you to bed. Don't want you to be sore from standing all night when the mask comes off. Come on."

Paislie only tilted her head a little bit. She'd thought Randy would hate her, she'd fought his basically-kids and gotten herself masked. Being a little extra sore would be getting off the hook lucky enough.

"Come on," he repeated, his voice more gentle this time. "It's okay. I know."

What did he know? Did he know the full story? Did he know she probably deserved what she got, like Sneeg had said in the first place? Did he know she'd jumped to anger first even though Charlie had tried to help? Did he know she'd accidentally hurt Charlie anyway?

She looked down. If she'd been able to, she would've cried. Randy should hate her, he deserved to, just like Harmony deserved it, just like August and Kimberlee and the twins-

A gentle hand on her shoulder brought her spiraling train of thought back to the corner of reality she could still process.

"Mask comes off tomorrow. We'll talk about it then. Okay?"

He held out a hand to lead her to her room, and again, if she could have, she would have let out an audible sigh of relief. He wasn't mad. At least not too much. He didn't hate her.

She took his offered hand with genuine quietness that no effect of the mask could ever replicate.

Something about it calmed her down. She figured Randy knew that, though.

Henrik didn't question it when he saw Randy with a masked Paislie beside him. He even picked up one of the blankets from where it was folded at the foot of the bed and handed it to her.

At least for now, she figured, they trusted her. They weren't angry or disappointed or anything else she'd convinced herself they would and should be.

And until they talked it out, she figured, that was enough for her.

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At first, Paislie had laughed when Henrik offered to cut her hair. In Showfall, everyone got simple haircuts that were quick and easy to effectively maintain. Nothing complex, no special requests. Just a trim or rarely a slightly shorter cut, only enough to make it look nice.

"I've got time," Henrik told her.

Paislie had just finished explaining to him how she wished her hair were shorter, among other non-Showfall approved ideas, but she still hesitated.

"You should just take your break," she said after a second.

Henrik smiled. "You're sure?"

When Paislie paused, he shrugged. "I've got a pretty clear idea of what you were describing. It's quick enough," he added.

"Right, but they'll notice."

"You're one in maybe a thousand people here, they've got more pressing matters than someone's hair getting cut a little extra. If you want, I could put it in a bun for you afterward so they can't tell how much is there."

She sighed, a half-smile on her face. "If you're sure you won't be in trouble for it."

" 'Course I'm sure," he said with a matching smile, nodding towards the wardrobe room. "Come on."

So it was, less than half an hour later, Paislie's hair only reached to her shoulders at the longest, and her bangs were layered better than she could've gotten even from any of the other employees who did actors' hair for the shows.

Henrik almost looked nervous when she didn't say anything for a moment after seeing it.

Paislie had never thought she'd have this much time just for her after she couldn't act in shows anymore. Once she couldn't be loved because there was no more need for her to be, once she wouldn't need comfort anymore because she wasn't physically hurt.

She sighed, smiling as she realized she was breaking down over a haircut, every part of her longing to hug Henrik out of simple gratitude.

"It's perfect," was the only thing she could think to say. "Thank you."

The older smiled down at her. "Don't sweat it. I'm glad you're happy." He paused for another moment. "We could mess with the wardrobe stuff for a while if you want. I think they got new stuff in."

"Hell yeah," Paislie said, her smile only getting bigger as the two headed towards the heavy black door.

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Paislie couldn't remember being this sick since she'd been resurrected.

She'd been instructed on what to do, told to use her inhaler more liberally if she felt like she needed to, and gotten certain medicines recommended to her- half of which the mall didn't even have.

But even the best that could be done short of getting reset wouldn't help if you literally couldn't breathe in the first place.

She let out a hoarse cough, to which every muscle in her body gave a protesting ache.

This was pathetic, she thought to herself. She was seventeen, far more than old enough to take care of herself, and yet she'd gotten herself so sick she couldn't even talk. Or work up the energy to move, she added bitterly.

And of course there was a meeting today.

Her eyes opened slightly as that last piece of information occurred to her. She tried remembering what day today even was, but her brain didn't cooperate.

So she figured she'd go back to sleep and hope by the time she woke up she'd be able to at least move.

She closed her eyes. She couldn't tell how fast time was passing or what she was dreaming, what was real, or what she'd made up in her Benadryl-addled mind.

When Paislie finally heard her door open, she rolled over to slightly open her eyes.

Randy was at the door (but hadn't he been here earlier?), and glanced around the messy room. He hesitated for a moment to take in the sight of her under a pile of blankets and entirely wiped out by whichever medicine she'd taken last.

She categorized her last memory of Randy being in her room to give her water under "Benadryl Hallucinations" and moved to sit up.

"Jeez," Randy said quietly. "You know, if you needed me, I could've been here. I've been around sick people before."

Paislie coughed into her elbow. "It's okay. Just needed to rest is all."

Randy nodded. "If you say so."

He was quiet for another moment.

"Had any water yet?"

Aside from her half-awake dream state, she didn't think she'd seen any around. The last water she'd had was maybe when she had her medicine.

"Can't remember," she admitted. "What time 's it?"

"Around six. Hang on, I'll be right back."

The room fell silent, and Paislie laid back down. She'd missed the meeting, but at least she wasn't alone now.

If her brain didn't feel like a mud puddle she'd probably be beyond pissed at herself right now, but she could deal with that later, ahe supposed.

A moment later, Randy reappeared with various items in his arms- almost enough that he could barely keep from dropping anything.

"Do you know when you last had any kinda fever reducer?" he asked, beginning to gingerly place down water, a thermometer, and a thousand other things Paislie was too lazy to keep track of.

She nodded. "Haven't been up since this morning. Should be fine."

"Good to hear. Let's check this thing, yeah?"

He held the thermometer out to her. "You wanna do it, or do you want me to?"

"I got it," she said, taking it and frowning at the buttons before she figured it out.

It beeped after a moment, and Randy bent over to glance at the number.

"Could be worse. If the fever reducers don't work though, we'll go get you reset, okay?"

Paislie looked up sharply. "It's not that bad-"

"I didn't mean it like that, hey." He knelt down to get on her level at the side of the bed. "It's nothing serious, alright? It wouldn't hurt. They'd just fix you up and it would be done. It's not like getting revived."

She didn't look at him, instead staring at her hands.

"Okay." Randy stood back up, glancing over at the nightstand. "We're gonna keep that from happening anyway."

Paislie coughed again, and Randy had to keep himself from wincing. She sounded awful, and whatever Amrita had tried to explain to Randy about why her lungs never healed properly probably wasn't helping.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"Mhmm. Hurts a little," she answered.

He gave a sympathetic hum. "Sounds like it. Do you feel like your inhaler would help?"

Paislie shook her head, and he replied with a nod. "That's okay," he told her, offering her a glass of water and a fever reducer. "Sit up for me? After this, you can go back to sleep," he promised.

She did so, offering no resistance. It reminded Randy of Charlie at her age, though he quickly shoved that thought away.

Less than a moment later, the medicine had been taken, and Paislie was laying back down again with a thin blanket on top of her in a feeble attempt to keep her chills from getting too bad.

Randy looked at the loose braid he'd put in her short hair. Henrik hadn't taught him how to braid until recently, but he figured it would suffice until Paislie woke up and needed to head out of her room.

"Get some rest, Lee," he told her. "I'll go so you can sleep. I'll be back around tenish. Sound good?"

Paislie nodded. She didn't know how to feel about- most of it, really. She was beyond thankful for Randy and Henrik. Maybe it was just a matter of getting used to the whole idea of being taken care of by someone who wasn't half her age and size.

Maybe, on this side of dying, not everything would be bad about Showfall. Maybe she could dare to hope that the people here, kidnapped like her, wouldn't be like most people she'd known in the world outside.

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Randy for the most part knew how to raise a kid, if he did say so himself.

At least, two kids who would stay together and didn't leave a certain space. And who didn't cry as much as a girl would.

Paislie had been a whole different story from either Sneeg or Charlie. At seventeen, she'd learned to hate the world, she'd learned the type of grief that was feral and angry and protective of whatever was left of the people she loved.

Not that that was in and of itself terribly different from his own kids, but with it came a distrust of anything else. Including himself, since she hadn't been here nearly as long as Sneeg and Charlie had.

So of course the first time Randy caught Paislie crying on her own, she'd backed away with a look in her eyes like a caged animal that was giving up.

So Randy sat with her.

After raising Sneeg, that was the only thing he could think to do. Get on her level and wait.

And to an extent- it worked.

He could've picked a better place than the cold cement floor of the warehouse to get on her level, he realized extremely belatedly as the sobbing, exhausted teenager finally sat beside him for comfort.

Randy still didn't make a move to get up until she finally wiped her eyes for the last time fifteen minutes later.

"Better?"

"Dunno yet," the teary voice that didn't sound like Paislie said.

He thought for a moment. "How about you wash up, get ready for bed and all, and I can send Amrita or somebody in to make sure you're okay-"

"Can we have a guitar lesson?" Paislie butted in.

Randy looked over at her.

In all honesty, the kid looked like she needed anything but a guitar lesson. An ibuprofen, maybe, for the migraine she'd probably given herself from crying, and then a fucking nap.

"Yeah," he found himself saying anyway. "Go on. I'll be there in a couple minutes, okay?"

And she nodded back, the smallest of smiles showing up on her face before she hauled herself up off the floor.

She headed in the direction of her room, and Randy just as quickly found himself in Henrik's.

Henrik raised an eyebrow when Randy picked up his guitar.

"It's for Paislie," Randy explained. "Kid's having a rough time. Didn't say with what."

"I figured," Henrik answered quietly.

He moved to pick up Randy's small bag of guitar picks and other things he'd forgotten the names of and handed it to his husband.

Their hands stayed linked together for a second, Henrik looking down at Randy's callused fingers.

Randy offered a smile in return. "I'll be back soon," he said before gently letting Henrik's hand go and heading back out the door.

By the time he knocked on Paislie's door, the girl had gotten into pajamas and gotten out her own beat-up guitar, sitting on the side of her bed to watch Randy as he played.

And so she did. The songs she knew, she tremulously sang and/or played along to, and the ones she didn't she would lean against her bedframe to listen to while Randy played the chords.

Randy's prediction hadn't been far off, either. Within the first six songs, Paislie's eyes were closing.

Randy hadn't even noticed it until her hands began loosening around her guitar.

He gently put his own guitar down, gently taking hers to its stand.

"Okay. There we go," he said, turning back to her.

Paislie moved to lay down without being told, and Randy put his guitar strap over his shoulder.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"Yeah," Randy said in reply. It was as gentle as it was genuine. "'Night, kiddo."

"Mhmm. 'Night."

Randy was almost a hundred percent sure she'd fallen asleep before he had even finished closing the door on his way out.

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Paislie didn't know the kid who had been brought in very well.

All she'd learned so far was that her name was Arcadia, she was around ten years old, and that nobody could figure out how to get her to talk to them. For anything.

So she made it her mission to try.

She'd practically raised her four siblings, and August had been almost Arcadia's age. She could figure it out.

Paislie picked up her guitar, some snacks she'd stolen from the kitchen, and some random art supplies she'd found in a closet somewhere.

And with that, moments later, she'd found herself at the door of the newly renovated room that had been assigned to Arcadia.

She quietly knocked.

The room was silent.

Paislie glanced around the hallway, looking for any other room that had maybe been redone and maybe she hadn't noticed-

Until the door squeaked just barely open and the little girl appeared in the small opening.

"Hi," Paislie offered softly in greeting, not making any move towards the door for fear of scaring Arcadia off. "Heard you got here a little bit ago. I thought I'd come say hi. My name's Paislie, by the way."

The dark haired girl didn't answer, but she hadn't closed the door yet either. Sort of a win.

"I brought us some stuff we could do," Paislie tried again. "I have some coloring books. Wanna see?"

Arcadia looked doubtful, but still eyed Paislie's backpack curiously.

It was only a moment later that she slowly opened the door to let Paislie in, sitting on the floor beside her bed and motioning for Paislie to do the same from where she was across the room.

And so she did.

Paislie spent the next four minutes just talking to Arcadia. Showing her everything she'd brought to play with, briefly mentioning the guitar, and making subtle attempts at a genuine conversation with the other girl.

Paislie's answer came nearly an hour later. Arcadia had taken well to the coloring book Paislie brought, and even better to hearing Paislie pluck out a few songs she'd learned from Randy over the past almost year.

She'd been playing a lullaby and humming along when she heard the girl's voice alongside her own for a split second, as though Arcadia were worried she'd been too loud. When Paislie didn't outwardly react, Arcadia continued, if somewhat quieter.

Paislie would have smiled if it wouldn't have startled Arcadia all over again.

So she only sat, playing the song all the way through as well as she remembered it.

"Alright," she said softly afterwards, "I've got work. I can leave everything here if you'd like, though. Be back tonight if I get the chance and you'd like me to."

Arcadia nodded, the quietest of smiles on her face.

And Paislie smiled back.

Hopefully this kid wouldn't have to deal with Showfall putting her in shows, she found herself already thinking. She didn't bother trying not to hate Showfall.

If she couldn't protect anyone before, she could at least make every effort to protect Arcadia.

She could at least try to make sure Arcadia never regretted opening that door for Paislie.

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Friendship Bracelets and Stab Wounds🔪

Working title for the beginning of my YOU and HIM fanfic!

Pairing: This is going to be heavily Si and Adam focused with Cain making an appearance in later chapters!

Content Warnings: Religious trauma, mentions of child abuse and neglect, mentions of blood/being stabbed, mentions of cannibalism, general cw for serial killer/yandere themes, nsfw themes (in later chapters). More could be added, but I think this covers the gist of it. Also small content warning for depictions of an asthma attack in this chapter.

Enjoy Chapter 1~!

Church. Si had never really liked going to church, he didn’t really see the point of it. The stories and metaphors were long, tiring, and often didn’t make much sense to him in the long run. Well- that is- if he ever paid attention for that long. Often times he’d be roughly shaken awake by Aunt Ruth, her scowl ever present each time he had the audacity to sleep during the sermon. He’d always scowl back at her, and they’d get into an argument about how he’s ‘too old to be sleeping in church now.’ He only ever went when he was visiting his aunt and uncle, which happened to be a lot during summer and winter holidays from school- where his parents didn’t have to deal with him and vacation away child-free for a few months or weeks depending on the time of year.

No, the only things he liked about Church were Sunday school recess and singing with the choir. Si was enrolled in his school’s choir, so it was nice being able to continue with it when he was here in Arizona. There was a boy around his age, maybe a year older, who Si really admired for his singing voice. He was also pretty cute, but an eight year old really didn’t have a grasp of that concept yet. Still, he’d find himself staring at the boy occasionally, and was a little surprised to find that sometimes their eyes would meet. Si himself was too shy to really start a conversation or ask if the boy would want to play with him during recess- too many failed attempts told him it was better to just play on his own since not many kids seemed to like beast-kin children. He tried his best to hide his ears with his hair and kept his tail tucked under his skirt as much as he could, but he could hear the other children whispering about him, and he decided he didn’t need to be friends with mean people in the first place. The boy also didn’t seem to have many friends, or that people were just avoiding him entirely. Si had heard whispers about him being the pastor’s son, maybe that was why? He couldn’t really understand it at the time, but he knew he felt a little sorry for the boy knowing how lonely it could be on your own.

The sound of the organ brought Si out of his thoughts once more- it was time to sing the closing hymn before the sermon ended for the day and Sunday school to begin afterwards. He followed his relatives in standing, Aunt Ruth opening the hymn book for Si to read along with as they sang. “My God is good, and he is kind, for this gives us peace of mind. Loyal lambs, in his flock, lead to glory, and not to rot-,” Si could feel his nose scrunch at some of the words. He didn’t agree with them or his simple understanding of their meaning- not everyone here was the picture perfect idea of what a good church goer was ‘supposed’ to be like. He knew this, because he wasn’t one of them. He was only here because his Aunt forced him to be, his own parents didn’t even attend anymore and hadn’t for a long time, longer than before he was even born. Still, he sang along, and tried to be on his best behavior nonetheless. Just a few more pages and a steady process of fudging some answers to the teacher later and he’d have his freedom for a few hours.

The group for today’s class was a little larger than he had remembered it being, so he was lucky in not being called on for today in favor for some of the newer faces in class. Si took note that the boy didn’t seem to be there that day, that is, until he came in quietly with a note for the teacher. His head was down the whole time, but the air around him felt tense and distressed. The other kids didn’t seem to notice or mind, but Si couldn’t help but want to ask what was wrong and to comfort him in some way. The teacher let the boy, who Si heard her call him Adam, leave the class for recess early much to the rest of the classes dismay as it was time for the final lesson. Once the class broke for recess, Si got to work looking for Adam. The playground area wasn’t too large, accompanied by a field for playing soccer or tag and a few trees lining the fence. When Si couldn’t find him under the jungle gym, he took for the field, finding the boy crying behind one of the larger oak trees.

Suddenly, Si felt what he later figured out was social anxiety creep up from the back of his neck. His tail puffed up with the annoying itchy feeling that always followed suit, and he wanted to run away at first. Before he could, Adam looked up from hiding in his arms to wipe his eyes, only to see the cat beast-kin who only showed up two times a year- the cat person he had been so curious about but afraid to approach. Si’s eye’s widened and slit in surprise, and he found himself blushing nervously while balling his hands into his dress. For a moment, neither of them moved. Adam was first, moving to open his mouth to say something, but Si cut him off frantically. “I-I! Uhm...A-are you okay?” Carefully, he took a step forward. Adam leaned back with a frown on his face, seemingly trying to force himself to stop crying- which only caused more hot tears to stream down his face. His cheek looked red and swollen, and Si shrunk a little at how much hurt his eyes carried. Still, he persisted, getting close enough to bend down at arms reach and hand Adam a tissue.

Adam studied the tissue for a moment, sniffing quietly as he looked Si over. He could see the concern in their face, like they were genuine in their worry for him. When Adam didn’t reach for the tissue right away, Si got closer, moving to wipe the tears from his cheeks gently. The action surprised Adam, but all he could do was sit there and blush as a wave of emotions overtakes him. The sudden gentleness and kindness from what essentially was a stranger to him was overwhelming, mixing with the fear and pain from his encounter earlier caused a new wave of hot tears to stream down into Si’s hands. Si’s tail puffed up in alarm as Adam quietly sobbed into his hands, and he pulled the larger boy into a hug. Adam’s arms were shaking as they held each other, and Si could feel his shoulder getting soaked with tears after a few moments. It made Si’s heart hurt, and while he didn’t really understand what was going on, it made him sad enough to tear up as well. Still, he held Adam for as long as he needed to, letting Adam pull away first. There were too many tears left over to wipe away with just his hands, so Si used a few more of his hand tissues to help Adam wipe his face. Once Adam’s tears seemed to stop for the time being, they sat there in an awkward silence, both of the children holding their knees and staring at the ground. Adam felt mortified for crying in front of someone like that, but he also found it to be really comforting to get it all out like that.

“….Thank you…” Si’s ears perked up at the sound of Adam’s voice, soft and horse from crying. He gave a shy smile to Adam when he glanced over, tapping his feet on the grass nervously, “Y-you’re welcome. Uhm...I’m ---- by the way.” Adam blinked and mulled Si’s deadname in his mind, “Adam...how do you say that again?” Si rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish expression, “Ah...it’s okay, you can call me something else if you want, my friends at school call me by nicknames so I’m used to it.” Adam nodded, picking at a few strands of grass idly, “I’ll think of something, I-I guess….can I call you Cat for now?” Si blinked then smiled with a nod, “Sure, can I call you Addy?” It was Adam’s turn to blink, he wasn’t expecting to get one as well. Did this mean they were friends now? Is that how it worked? He glanced back down at the pair of wide, brown, cat-like eyes staring back at him excitingly, and he found himself looking away with a nod and a blush, “Uh...yeah, sure.”

There was another pause in their conversation, the sound of the other children playing filling the silence between them, but this time it was much more comfortable than before. Si looked over to Adam and leaned a bit closer, as if they were sharing a secret, “Addy, why were you crying?” Adam’s eyebrows furrowed before he tucked his face into his knee, “I don’t want to talk about it…” Si blinked before nodding, knowing better than to press the matter. There were loads of things he didn’t want to talk about himself, so he could understand how Adam must have been feeling. Si reached his hand out, smiling and poorly hiding a giggle at Adam’s confused expression, “Do you wanna hold my hand? My mom used to rub the back of mine when I cried to help me feel better.” Pitch black eyes stared back at him through locks of brown hair, seemingly processing the question like it was a hard math problem. “….Okay….sure.” Si’s ears perked in a way Adam found endearing, and he slipped his hand into Si’s smaller one. It was warm and as inviting as the rest of the beast-kin, and Adam couldn’t help but wonder if being part cat had anything to do with it, or if it was just Si on his own. Si gave Adam’s hand a gentle squeeze, being careful not to squeeze too hard. It felt firm to Adam, he figured beast-kin humans must be stronger depending on their race, but it was still reassuring.

He liked the way it felt when Si’s thumb started trailing little circles on the back of his hand. He didn’t know why it felt so soothing, but it was better than the bitter feeling that came after you finished bawling your eyes out. “...You’re really kind, Cat...thank you” Adam’s eyes where drawn to his shoes as a new feeling started to bubble up in his chest, another blush softly spreading on his face as he got accustomed to the warm sensation. He wasn’t really sure what it was, but he had decided in the moment that he liked Si and was happy that he came looking for him. Si’s eyes widened a bit when he saw Adam smile, and his ears seemed to twitch around, finding the best way to express the new feeling he also felt in his chest. They seemed to settle on folding back against his head, annoyingly being wedged uncomfortably between his hair buns as the hot feeling on his face alerted him that he was blushing himself. “I just...didn’t feel right leaving you alone after seeing how sad you were.” Adam’s grip tightened on Si’s hand slightly as he took their words in, genuinely surprised that someone cared that much about him without even knowing him.

Adam opened his mouth to speak, but it was cut off by the sound of the recess bell. “Oh...Looks like it’s time for choir practice.” Si’s gaze was directed to the church building, missing the longing look Adam was giving him. Adam wanted to continue the conversation, he wasn’t ready to go back yet. Si stood up, still holding Adam’s hand as he tugged on it gently, causing Adam to lean forward and have to balance himself with his free hand. Adam didn’t know what would be more mortifying- crying in front of his new friend as their first interaction, or eating dirt in front of them because he wasn’t stronger than a werecat a year younger than him. A thought passed though his mind as he caught himself- he needed to be stronger to protect them. He didn’t know where it came from, but he held onto it for dear life. “C’mon Addy we gotta go sing!” Si’s eyebrows furrowed, the anxiety over being late expressing itself with a few flicks of his tail. Despite feeling annoyed that recess was over, Adam could help but smile at Si as he stood up, “Are we going to sing together?” The question made Si perk up, and his tail stopped flicking, instead replaced with a happy sway that followed his excited nodding. “Mhm! Mhm! Mhhhm!” The last confirmation of his agreement to the idea was accented with an exaggerated head nod, “We can sing together every practice! But….you’re kinda taller than me, so I might be moved to the front of the group when we perform. Maybe I can stand in front of you then?”

Once Adam was up, they started walking back together as they talked. Adam liked the idea of singing together, nodding along with Si before frowning at the mention that they might be separated. “I dunno...maybe you could stand with me, I’d like that..” The last part came out of the corner of his mouth, but Si heard it anyways, “That would be pretty nice, huh?” Adam blinked and Si just smiled back at him, oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t supposed to hear what Adam tried to mumble to himself. The taller of the two made it a mental note that Si had good hearing, he should have figured that much at the least knowing what he read about cats in the library. He nodded quietly without saying anything further, Si’s attention was on the building’s door and no longer on him. There was a crowd of children waiting to funnel into the building, but Adam could see how nervous Si looked, probably worried that they’d be scolded for being the last two in. Adam tugged on Si’s hand to get his attention before pointing at the door, “Do….Do you want to race?”

The way Si brightened up would have blinded Adam as if he was the sun, “Yes!! I’ll even give you a head start!” Adam’s eyebrow raised at the sudden confidence that seemed to well from the shorter of the two, where cat beast-kins that fast? Si poised himself, his eyes trained back to the door with determination, “You get five Mississippi’s when you start running!” A smile crept on to Adam’s face at the challenge, breaking off into a sprint before Si could react. He counted five Mississippi’s, looked back behind him, and was surprised to see Si closing the distance between them. It looked like Si was going to win for a moment after he passed him shortly after words, but suddenly Si held onto his side while slowing down. It looked like he was panting and trying to push past the pained expression that overcame his face. Adam had seen other kids react like this while running, but usually they had an inhaler to use when this happened. Si never pulled one out, instead slowing down to a weak jog before having to stop. One of the teacher assistants noticed this in the middle of ushering kids along into the building and rushed over before Adam could reach Si. He just stood there in shock as the assistant pulled out an emergency inhaler, helping Si use it before picking him up. They looked over at Adam with a sorry expression, “Run along now, Adam, I’ll take ---- to the nurse and call their Auntie to pick them up.” Adam wanted to protest, but he knew better. He didn’t know how to help despite every part of his body urging for him to do something. His lips pursed as he watched Si cough, his sturdy body seeming so frail in the moment.

The thought passed his mind again- he needed to be stronger to protect him. Adam’s fists balled as he watched the assistant walk away, noticing the way Si’s tail hung lifelessly after being so vibrantly expressive while they were together. He could feel the tears welling in his eyes again, but he forced them back before continuing to jog towards the building. He took note of the calendar in the hallway. It was the beginning of August, Si would only come to church two more times before leaving again. He had taken note of every time the shy, almost aloof cat person came to visit each year, and he had also taken note of the way the other kids would whisper about him, much in the same way they would do with Adam. Despite many forms of direct eye contact, it seemed to him like neither of them were going to approach each other first. While Adam had experience with friendly stay cats, Si was another world of communication that he just didn’t understand or know how to approach. But, somehow, they still found each other.

Adam frowned, pausing for a moment as he examined it. “August….they’ll be gone until the middle of December.” His heart dropped, seemingly in the same way it had did earlier, but for different reasons this time. The chorus teacher walked up behind him, noticing Adam staring at the calendar, “Oh, hello Mr. Gaudin. Are you excited for picture day?” Adam’s eyes scanned the calendar again- picture day was next week. He didn’t really care about it before, but this was a chance to at least have something related to Si while he waited for December to come around. Adam smiled in a way that actually reached his eyes for once, delighting the director given what she had overheard in the lounge. “Yes, I am. Thank you Ma’am.” He nodded his head to her, feeling confident for once in his plan and with himself. Following the teacher’s direction, he made his way to the main hall for choir practice. While he was sad that they couldn’t sing together today, he looked forward to seeing Si again and hoping that they were just as excited to see him next Sunday.