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idga-buck · 4 years ago

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Some and Others, 3/?

Earth’s mightiest heroes save the city again, but that’s never the end of the story.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4,301

Content: canon typical violence, death, destruction, swearing

Bucky was going to call. He just didn’t. He was surprised you hadn’t and overwhelmingly disappointed that it meant if he was going to apologize, it was a conversation he’d have to initiate himself. It could wait though. Just a little longer while he figured out what he wanted to say.

A week later, the Post ran a story about the same gossip site that had leaked your photo of him being shut down after many of their stories and photos were found to be fake. A rarity for the world of journalism these days, Sam noted casually as they stopped at a newspaper cart. Bucky bought a couple candy bars and watched the man with the thick black mustache and the gold chain slip copies of the article in front of a few of his worst sellers. Could he actually be that lucky? It was an easy out after a week of dodging questions and trying to remind the world to stay out of his business.

“So that photo of you? The secret girlfriend?” Sam waited for Bucky to respond, but when the centenarian opted to buy a Pay Day instead, he watched closer. Bucky hated that. Sam said he had a staring problem, but Sam was the one with x-Ray vision. He could read people, read a room, read Steve’s body language from across a battlefield and adjust his position without being told. As annoyed as Bucky acted when paired up with Sam Wilson, he was one of the few people in this century that Bucky Barnes respected. Truly. Except for that moment on a street corner when brown eyes were scanning his complete lack of guts and deciding what was worth commenting on.

“Yeah,” Bucky ripped open the wrapper a little too aggressively and responded with peanuts between his teeth. “It wasn’t real.”

Sam nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets while Bucky stuffed his face. “I don’t know how you land the fake girlfriend story, when I’m right here,” they started walking away from the stand while Sam jabbered on. “And lookin’ as fine as I do? Come on, man,” he danced ahead of Bucky a few steps, forcing him to look up. “You know this would make a better story.”

Before Bucky could say anything, a loud crash echoed between the buildings. Nothing was visible from their block, but both men, trained for combat, were instantly on alert.

“That for us?” Sam asked, eyeing the busy intersection.

“No,” said Bucky, a clipped tone in his voice as he shook his head and started walking again.

Another crash, this time accompanied by the faint human noises that usually follow tragedy.

“You sure about that?” Sam’s eyebrow shot up.

Sirens from every kind emergency response vehicle blared in the distance, growing louder then quieter again as they wove their way through the streets, changing directions to avoid traffic.

Bucky pointed at a passing fire truck, waiting until it had turned down another street before speaking. “See? They got it.”

Then Sam’s phone rang and Bucky swore, planting his hands on his hips while whoever was on the other line confirmed that the emergency growing in the distance was in fact for them. Sam placed the call on speaker and gave their current location. Stark’s voice was muffled and metallic, the way it usually was while calling from inside his fancy helmet, but he told them to stay put as he did a fly by with Sam’s equipment.

“Tell the Tin Man he’s got a special delivery,” Tony informed them from somewhere overhead.

“They're your wings,” Bucky grumbled, looking up from the ground as the familiar glare of Iron Man’s thrusters came into view. “And your robot.”

“First of all,” Sam informed him. “Red Wing isn’t a robot. He’s a drone.”

“It,” Bucky corrected, “is a robot.”

“I’m gonna tell him you said that,” said Sam before pointing up to where Iron Man had doubled back to get a better angle. “And… unlike some of us present, my body is exactly as God created it, flesh and bone.”

“Pop up, deep center,” Tony’s voice rang out obnoxiously through Sam’s phone once more.

Bucky watched a black bundle falling from the sky, trying to position himself under it and pushing more than one pedestrian out of his way to do so. “Actually, I was a catcher back in ‘32.”

“THEN CATCH!” Sam hollered just before the EXO Falcon gear landed square in Bucky’s chest, forcing him off his feet and onto his ass, skidding to a stop on a sidewalk while the people around them scattered, gasping and grabbing at their phones to take pictures of the two Avengers. Bucky laid flat on his back, both arms still wrapped around the bundle, and took a deep breath when Sam stood over his head, arms shooting out to his sides as he yelled “SAFE!”

Bucky groaned and tossed the black bag up into Sam’s arms, hard enough to make him stumble but not enough to knock him down. “Should have said ‘out.’” Bucky grumbled and Sam chuckled as he dug through the bag for his equipment. “Safe makes it sound like I-”

“You really wanna argue about baseball right now,” Sam laughed, securing his wings over his torso and releasing them both with a flash as if stretching before a fight. “Or are we gonna go save the world?” Bucky didn’t answer, just took off running in the direction of the screams. “That’s what I’m talking about,” said Sam to himself, shooting up into the air.

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Robots. Drones. Whatever they, Bucky Barnes has decided that he hates them.

Fighting Nazis was easy. Not physically. Not when your gun isn’t really yours and the food sucks and you’re almost as worried about losing your toes as you are losing your team. But it made sense. These men in their wool coats wanted innocent deaths. Something in Bucky that had been there all along was born anew in the war. He was a protector. Of his sisters, of Steve, of his country. It made sense.

Nothing about Hydra made sense and the therapist he stopped seeing told him it was okay to think about those years differently than the rest. So he did.

When T’challa presented him with a black vibranium canon for his left side, the enemy was otherworldly. Literally. They didn’t bleed like men. They made horrible screeching noises when they died, but even that was different from me. They rode disgusting creatures with teeth that could have scratched his arm if he’d let them get close enough. They were invaders, their leader sought destruction on an even greater scale than the War. Bucky was a protector again, protector of Earth, of life in the universe. An unimaginable title for the boy he’d been, sitting in front of the radio with his family and marveling at the president's voice. It’s not like he was eager to do it again, but space invaders whose goal was universal genocide would be met with the business end of Bucky’s favorite rifle.

Fighting robots, however, was fucked up.

Bucky was still processing his new life, still getting used to the idea that people carried plastic cards in their wallets and could pull money out of the walls with just a few buttons. There were movie theaters with screens two stories high. Cars plugged into the sides of hotels. The cell phone in his pocket was overwhelming as is. In a few minutes, he could buy all the clothes he’d ever need, pay for dinner, and talk to people across the country. It was baffling.

All this technology, all this progress, and of course there were people who weaponized it. Bucky hated that. He remembered science fairs, remembered Howard Stark’s big promises. There was so much hope in him as a young man. He’d live to drive a flying car, his children would learn about the world through a holograms in their livingroom, his grandchildren would live on the moon. The possibilities were endless. So much so that people with horrible intentions for the world also believed that the possibilities were endless, forcing Bucky into his current position.

His thighs were wrapped around the base of a machine, arms wound near the top. He threw his shoulders back with all of his might, squeezing his legs in the process, and didn’t stop until the metal gave way. Bucky fell onto the pavement with his own momentum, the enemy in two pieces with wires exposed and frizzling as they died. He dropped the robot and rolled to his side, observing the scene around him. Steve used a cleaner approach and sent his shield flying through the air. Three more bots’ were sliced in two, the last of which was pinned by the shield into the side of a brick building. Sam circled above, with Redwing swooping below to draw laser fire away from bystanders while Wanda tried her best to herd them away, spinning to throw angry red energy at anything that came their direction.

“Sergeant Barnes!” The familiar and overly excited voice of the kid in blue and red spider gear startled Bucky. The kid swung in unexpectedly, decked out and ready to help. Bucky didn’t care that he was probably skipping school to do so and swung his vibranium arm behind him, the metal of another droid crunching under his elbow. “How can I help?”

Bucky squinted, a little dumbfounded at the question. There was a six block radius being overrun with droids, drones, robots- whatever- and people were terrified. “Pick something,” he grunted, taking the robot's head… top part, between his hands and twisting until it gave way and the bottom half dropped powerless to the ground.

Just then the sound of metal screeching pulled both their eyes to a city bus being thrown around like it was weightless, crunching the vehicles nearby, and sending more people into a frenzy as buildings were still evacuating onto the street. “That! Pick that!” Bucky commanded and the kid flew away, attached to a white string like a kite. Two more robots were approaching from the sidewalk, red eyes glowing and ready to fire. Bucky looked around the street for something, anything that he could use before deciding on a minivan. The windows looked clear, driver and passengers already scampering away at the first sign of trouble, so Bucky planted his boot into the back door and kicked. The door caved in and the vehicle flipped onto its side before skidding to a halt on the sidewalk and crushing the robots beneath it.

“Uh! MISTER BARNES, SIR, SARGE-!”

Bucky turned back to look at Peter, propped up on a light pole and leaning so far back his body was almost parallel to the ground. The only thing keeping him upright was the two thick white webs attached to the bus, one at the front and one at the back. It was tipping over dangerously low, trapping a small group of people between the bus and two buildings, one that had smoke billowing out the windows. This was a mess.

Bucky ran through the street, jumping onto the hoods of abandoned cars to avoid weaving between them before leaping off an SUV and rolling back into a run on the sidewalk. A laser struc Peter, knocking him clean off his perch, and the webs supporting the bus went dangerously slack as it started tipping toward the trapped people again. Bucky jumped, wedging himself between the building and the collapsing bus with great effort. His shoulders dug into the brick behind him and his thighs burned as he shoved the bus away from the wall, gritting his teeth as he felt it slowly start to tip away from the ground. The kid was now on the ground somewhere out of sight and Bucky had to hold back from sending the vehicle flying, lest he squash Stark’s favorite spider in the process. The tension in his legs grew as he held it steady, adjusting his feet and shoulders until he felt it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hey!” He called out to the people below him. “Get out of here, go!”

There were rushed thank yous and lots of tears as the crowd dispersed from their trapped position. But one voice stood out among them and it made Bucky’s heart speed up.

“Bucky?! Oh my god, BUCKY!”

Bucky’s eyes were closed under the strain, but he’d know your voice anywhere. He opened them just in time to see Peter recover and zip off in a new direction. Bucky released his breath and shoved his feet out hard, tipping the bus back. He dropped from the wall and grabbed you as the bus wobbled precariously in both directions before finally falling into traffic and directly onto the roof of an empty red sports car.

Bucky hadn’t realized how tight he was holding you until you said his name again and the word was broken. His arms relaxed a bit, but you made no move to run away… or let go of his jacket. The two of you just stared at each other, breathing heavily, before screaming drew your eyes away. The small crowd of people you’d been stuck with were running away from where you stood, but the two in the back collapsed, their bodies charred and heavy as they hit the ground. You screamed then and Bucky pulled your back into his chest, hugging your stomach as you keeled over. He’d seen so much death in his hundred odd years, it was hard to witness it with these fresh eyes. You weren’t prepared to watch two innocent people’s skin melting under lasers. Hell, neither was Bucky and while you cried in his arms, the smell of burning flesh stung his eyes. He’d never get over that smell, no matter how many world wars he participated in. His face was buried in the back of your head, shushing you as he lifted you up. He took careful backwards steps until you were both hidden in the same alley you’d just been trapped in. Bucky looked up at the burning building and decided he had a minute before you were both in danger here.

“Hey,” he said softly when you went limp against his chest. “Hey now,” he repeated, spinning and almost dropping you when he realized you hadn’t just relaxed… you were unconscious. “Shit,” Bucky dropped to his knees and let your body lean up against his chest, slapping at your cheeks and calling your name to try and wake you up. Half of your face was red with blood from a wound he couldn’t see somewhere in your hair. Break up or no break up, he couldn’t leave you like this. Any other person, he’d run them to safety and double back to continue clearing the streets. But this wasn’t any person. It was the girl he dumped in the middle of a restaurant and had continuously put off calling to explain himself. He hadn’t gotten the chance to clear the air and leaving you to wake up in a few hours in the middle of a destroyed midtown was just too cruel. He did like you and now it felt like he owed you.

Bucky picked you up like a doll and slung you around to his back, crossing your arms over his chest as your legs dangled behind his knees. That wasn’t going to work, he decided after only a few steps. “Can you hold on a little-“ Bucky drifted off as he turned his face to see your face hidden behind him, your forehead limply resting against his shoulder. “Of course not,” he berated himself and stopped to adjust again. This time he stooped, grabbing one of your arms and one of your legs with his hands. You were slung over his shoulders like a backpack, the same way he carried goats in Wakanda, only much easier since you weren’t kicking or screaming and he had two hands with which to wrangle you.

His steady march out of the fray was interrupted once by Wanda. After directing pockets of people to safety, she’d sought out the source of the invasion. Bucky looked around for a safe place to stow your body and found an SUV that was abandoned but still running with the doors unlocked to lay you out across the backseat, carefully tucking your feet in before slamming the door behind him. He liked Wanda, despite not knowing what exactly she was capable of, but liked her a lot less when he found himself immersed in a glowing red forcefield and being lifted into the sky. When he was forced through the large glass window of another building only to look up and find her floating gently through the hole his body had created, she shrugged.

“This way was faster,” she said, Sokovian accent much softer than their first meeting.

“Right,” Bucky groaned, making a mental note of how many Avengers could zip through the air with ease and the odds of being the one she found on the ground.

They raced up the final set of stairs and Bucky ripped the maintenance door to the roof off its hinges. It was unlucky that Bucky and Wanda had been the ones to find the bastard responsible. If it had been Steve, he’d been bound and handed over to the authorities. Tony might have thrown him in armored vehicle and shook him around a bit before demanding answers. Bruce… depending on the day wouldn’t have been much better. Nat would have gotten answers easier than either of them and Sam was easily the most noble of the bunch, so Bucky had no idea what he’d do. The right thing, whatever that was. But Wanda wasn’t particularly fond of people who harmed innocent people. The motivation didn’t much matter to her when the sounds of children crying could be heard in the streets. Bucky didn’t have much grace for people who were smart enough to help, but broken enough to hurt. Like the bastards in Hydra, who healed him, kept him alive, gave him extraordinary strength then weaponized him. Anyone who had this level of technological advancement and chose to bring destruction with it was a waste of air. Wanda hoisted the man up into one of her angry red orbs while Bucky broke the control panel into as many pieces as he could, destroying anyone else’s opportunity to learn from this guy. Neither of them had anticipated this guy to be so well armed. It looked like a pistol, but whatever it fired managed to get through Wanda’s energy field and pierce her shoulder, breaking her focus just enough for him to drop back onto the roof. He took off running to the edge and leapt, but Wanda recovered faster, using her powers to yank him back. Bucky caught him in the air and squeezed, locking the man in a painful hold until he noticed glowing red numbers counting down behind the man’s neck. Shit.

“Bucky!” Wanda pointed at the man’s hands, wrapped threateningly around a plunger that could only mean one thing.

Without a better option, Bucky turned back to edge. He released the man and as he tried to stumble forward, Bucky’s boot landed square against his sacrum, launching the man through the air and into a neighboring building in a ball of fire. Both Avengers watched the corner offices go up in flames, disgust and horror in both their eyes.

“The whole block was evacuated,” Wanda said softly and Bucky nodded. There was a distinct lack of screaming coming from the direction of the building and sirens soon flooded the streets below as first responders made their way into critical areas. From the ledge, both of them watched as the remaining bots dropped to the ground before their team, disengaging en masse. Steve looked up from atop a bodega and saluted the sky in their general direction, lifting the shield as a second acknowledgment before jumping down to the street to start… whatever Captain America does once the threat has been neutralized. The PR and clean up stuff wasn’t Bucky’s scene and he turned away, making it all the way across the roof, still observing the scene below, before remembering that you were somewhere, either still unconscious or just waking up, deeply confused in the back of a stranger’s car.

“You okay?” Bucky asked, wanting to make sure before asking Wanda for any favors.

She pulled her hand away from her shoulder, black nail polish and red blood looking menacing and downright witchy against her pale fingers. “I’ll be alright,” she assured him, eyes already glowing red as she prepared to offer more aid.

Bucky stopped her and nodded over the side of the building. “Gimme a lift?”

She snorted and waved her fingers without looking at him and soon enough, Bucky found himself falling on his ass once again. He needed to work on his dismount if this was going to become a regular pairing. Thankfully or maybe not, you were trying to wake up as Bucky slipped into the driver’s seat and commandeered the vehicle. He turned back to watch you whine in pain as you tried to sit up, before slipping back into sleep when he told you to stay down. You were in and out for most of the drive, which helped Bucky weave up and over curbs to avoid stagnant areas where everyone had abandoned their cars out of fear.

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You woke up with a headache, exasperated by the bright lights of the emergency room. Bucky could see the moment you came to by the hard squinting that melted into a grimace. You’d had a couple false starts, but when your eyes opened and locked on his, Bucky knew it was the real deal this time. He stood to pull back the curtain and immediately a nurse was shimmying her way into your space, brushing her chest against Bucky’s in the process. He nodded and gave her a tight smile. It had been like that since he walked into the ER with you. Avengers carrying blacked out civilians get a lot of attention, but they also get speedy service. Which is what Bucky told himself when he stuck around once you’d been admitted. You’d get better care if he stayed with you, so he did. Feet propped up on the end of your bed and dropping whenever someone came to run another test. He wasn’t family and didn’t claim to be, so they told him nothing, but nurses managed to smile flirtatiously in between doing their job. In another life, Bucky would have… done something. Anything. He smiled. He was a hundred, not dead, but there was something off putting about receiving these looks when you were asleep right there between hanging curtains in an overrun hospital as ambulances and families started to arrive from the mess he’d just left.

You answered their questions slowly, but correctly. Your name, where you were, what year it is, who the president is. The doctor would be in soon and Bucky took the minute of alone time to scoot the chair they’d brought in for him. You were watching him expectantly as the legs scraped across the floor, just a few inches before he could reach a hand out to yours. You looked down curiously at your hand in Bucky’s.

“They spelled my name wrong,” you murmured and Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut as you lifted your joined hands to observe the little plastic bracelet closer. He shook his head, wanting to apologize, but also hoping you wouldn’t connect the dots that he’d given them your information incorrectly. “Bucky?” He looked up to find your eyes wider than usual, a little more vulnerable than he was used to seeing you and wanted to do something to make you feel better. But like the entirety of your relationship, he had no idea how to do that.

“You’re okay,” he nodded, telling himself as much as he was telling you.

“Thank you,” you squeezed his fingers as your voice shook.

Just then a man in a white coat, pushed back the curtain and Bucky stood reflexively, dropping your hand in the process. He turned back and saw your face fall before crossing your arms over your chest and looking away from him.

“Sergeant Barnes,” the doctor addressed him first.

“Bucky,” he corrected without thinking and turned his body, opening up the room a bit and directing attention back to what mattered. The patient. You.

“Thank you for bringing her in,” the doctor continued, then looked back and forth between the two of you. “We’ve got it from here, if you need to-”

“He can stay,” you piped up. The doctor asked if you were sure, but you were. The doctor nodded, turning fully toward the bed and while that was Bucky’s goal, he now felt completely out of place in the tiny space.

“First things first,” the doctor started. “You and the baby are just fine, so I don’t want you worrying about that at all. Do you have a OB or a-”

Bucky stopped listening at that moment and focused on the roaring ocean in his ears. He looked to the bed where you were listening intently to what the doctor was saying, nodding and shaking your head mechanically. While he stared, you stole a glance in his direction. Your face was blank and he didn’t spend much time trying to read it.

“This sounds personal,” he said, voice flat and vibranium hand already reaching for the curtain at the end of your bed. “Take care.” Without sparing another look, Bucky walked through the busy emergency room with his left hand tucked into his front pocket, making him invisible to anyone who didn’t know he was there.

A/N: Here we go! It’s happening. I’m not sold on the way this ended but it was getting long as is and don’t worry, Bucky will have his chance to make it up to you.

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suspiciouslypinkrosegarden · 3 years ago

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Chapters 6 and part of 7 of The Passed Out Princess

Pairing: My CMC (Uyu, Dan Byeol) x Suit Saeran See all chapters

Description: On days 7-9 of Ray’s route, the player is denied food as “Saeran” makes his presence first known. But, what if MC fell very ill under this method of torture due to a medical condition? Sadly, my custom MC, Uyu (full name Dan Byeol), would deal with exactly this dilemma.

Notes and warnings found in chapter 1

With the silverware wrapped neatly in a cloth napkin sitting in his pocket alongside the candies, the plate of food in both hands and the water bottle tucked between his chest and arm; he snuck his way back over to Dan. As he knew she would be, she remained in the same position, lying in wait for his return in the fairytale bedroom. He set the fresh food down as well as the silverware on the small tea table at the room’s center before walking back over to her, sitting at the side of the bed directly next to her. Twisting his back, Saeran turned to watch her with a worn out expression of sadness, tracing his fingertips along the side of her face before pulling away rather sharply. He was the one who had hurt her, so he had no right to touch her the way he just did, as if he suddenly cared.

His skin was so chilly in contrast to hers, as if she were alive and he was just a walking corpse. Her heat...he’ll admit...felt interesting against him. But, now he suddenly felt self conscious over the times he had let her feel the glacier that he is. Maybe Ray wasn’t so wrong to wear those gloves.

For once, he felt too tired to be angry. He could get back to his usual self the second she was ok, right? She had no power over him...it’s natural for him to be worried for her like you’d worry for an ill pet. When would she wake...that he didn’t know. But, he’d be there to feed her the second she did. He could be a better owner...a better...whatever he was. His beautiful cyan eyes welled up with salt water once more, glossy tears bouncing off his long lashes as he observed her again. Here, in this room, it was just him and her, with Dan deep in slumber. He could let his mask crumble down like old clay, revealing behind it the sad and scared human being desperate for love and approval he truly was. It’s normal to yearn for such things, something Dan wanted to inform him about.

Would she hate him after she awoke? Why did it matter to him if she did? Would she still be kind to him? Would she view him as the beast he pushed himself to be? Would she be better off without him?

He sniffled, overwhelmed with an odd urge to just hold her, something he knew he didn't deserve to do and tried to reason he didn’t actually want to do. Those were Ray’s thoughts...not his own, as the savior told him. Ray had the weak thoughts and wishes, Saeran none at all. He altered his position so he could press his face into the blanket by her waist, allowing it to absorb his sobs and occasional heart wrenching animal noises he wasn’t used to making in the company of someone. If anything, his usual tears were quiet, long mastering the art of silent sobbing. He was frustrated with her...no, himself, and she’d probably be disgusted by him upon waking. She’d for sure push him away now that he had really fucked up. He made his best effort to hush himself.

He lifted his head, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, ignoring the built up snot in his nose and overall appearance as he reached out to her again, in an attempt to wake her from her “beauty rest”. He started with a gentle poke on the side of her arm.

“Princess..?”, a hesitant rub, “princess..”

He moved in closer, unsure of how to wake her without giving her a small jostle, his voice extra nasally.

“Please wake up...you need food...I brought you food…”

Saeran sighed, turning around to face the wall in front of him as he cried again, feeling suffocated by his own loss and uncertainty.

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Dan’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, realizing she somehow made it back into her bed, neatly tucked underneath the warm covers. Turning her head to the side groggily, she saw a hunched over black figure sitting beside her, making it out to be Saeran. His weight sank the mattress with a little dent, his back towards her with his face in his hands, shoulders shaking ever so slightly. He seemed distraught. Even without facing her, she could tell he was crying, a weeping so rather silent one would think he was used to keeping his tears hidden away; stuffed inside a closet deep within. She was too enveloped in slumber to pick up his earlier sounds.

Seeing how close he was to her, she placed a hand down onto the blanket to help her shift away backwards instinctively, stopping as her fingertips felt a dampness in the fabric. There were (what she hoped and figured were) tear stains on the duvet cover, and not her own. As she regained a slightly steadier consciousness, her temple pulsed again with a sharp sort of stinging. She sucked in air as her pain returned to her, the smell of food wafting through the room certainly not helping the situation. The smell of food?

Saeran knew she was awake now, with her little movements shifting the mattress and hearing a gentle wince. He picked his face up and rubbed his eyes, sniffling deeply before clearing his throat. A part of him didn’t want to turn and look at her, scared of what her face might say to him; that she was repulsed by him and his monstrous behavior. But, he turned around anyways, knowing it was his responsibility to make sure this didn’t happen again. He felt a loss of face and dignity, but he also didn’t care to try and fix her perception of him as “her master” at said moment. He dug his pretty hand into his right pocket, pulling out one of the mint candies he fetched for Dan before holding it in front of her, unfurling his fingers to reveal it in his palm.

He cleared his throat again before speaking faintly. “Eat this first to raise your blood sugars and then there’s food. It might be cold by now but...eat it all. I want every last bite gone.”

Uyu stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, gently looking over his glorious puffy features and reddened nose as she blinked away some last signs of sleep. She didn’t have the heart to tell him with her condition, sugar made her blood sugars drop more after the high.

Saeran’s stare shifted downwards, avoiding what he feared she might turn into. She’d probably curse him and yell, taking out her rage on him, wanting revenge. And he felt he rightfully deserved it to a degree. The odd silence was killing him as his ears prepared themselves for a fit of shrieking, picturing her voice to sound like a violin bow being slammed into the instrument’s strings too harshly; the beautiful melody lost in the improper way of playing. He strangely felt her voice didn’t fit violent screams. He flinched as her soft skin met him, fingertips grazing his palm with such a brief contact, taking the mint from his hand. She noticed this, beginning to worry more for him than herself.

“Thank you…”, she weakly unwrapped the plastic which surrounded the sweet, popping the white and red candy into her mouth. It was the more melty kind...almost buttery, feeling so good as it gave her body something to perk up with. She could audibly “mmm” with just how nice it felt to taste something right now.

Saeran reached out to her slowly, taking the empty wrapper back into his pocket before standing.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me when you were just sick because of me.”

He walked his way around to grab the plate of food, silverware and water bottle, before returning to sit with her on her little comfy resting place again.

“But you could’ve left me sick-”

“Hush now and finish that mint so you can move onto real food. I don’t need your sappiness right now, and you don’t need to chat with me either.”

“Are you ok though?” She gave him an expression of gentle concern.

“None of your business. Focus on your health.”

“But-”

“Quiet.”

Dan stayed silent with that as he was right to a degree, she could barely speak to him with how frail she felt. She could fuss over him in a second. She chewed up the sweet before swallowing it, her stomach now feeling revived enough to let out a low rumble. She pressed her lips together out of embarrassment, but Saeran paid it no mind as he removed the tin foil which covered the plate resting in his lap. Picking up a potato with the fork, he held it out to her with one hand underneath it to stop any food from falling.

“Eat.”

And for the first time, Uyu completely obeyed a command of his, feeling saliva pooling in her mouth as she went out for the bite. It was gone in a split second as her need to devour anything and everything grew stronger, spreading like wildfire with that first garlicky taste which lit up her tongue. To hell with composure. Pushing past the lingering nausea and dizziness, she crawled in real close to him, antsy for the next bite he was preparing; a bit of steak.

Saeran seemed shocked for a moment after looking away to see her practically snuggling up to him, almost dropping and dirtying the fork. A rosy pink similar to the ends of his hair dusted across his cheeks as he turned to feed her again with furrowed brows; a color hard to hide with a face so paper white.

Bite after bite seemed to give her more and more life, and...a bit of happiness too? Well...anyone would feel happy being fed after passing out from lack of food. Saeran’s heart did a different kind of squeeze seeing a few awkward smiles from her, the opposite of what he was expecting her to show him; little twinkles instead of grimaces. He felt safer now, hoping she wouldn’t change to resentment upon feeling fuller bellied.

He brushed the napkin underneath her bottom lip, wiping away a small spot of sauce which went unnoticed by her in her gluttony, picking up some of her faded cherry chapstick onto the piece of cloth with it. His sight locked onto the stain, a swipe of coral against the thick white fabric which touched her, face again flushing in fuchsia color as did Dan’s.

“Try to keep your face clean, I’m only ignoring it because you’re so hungry. Does the food taste fine at least?”

She nodded in response to his question before letting out a quiet “yes”. In the stillness of the moment, hushed enough to hear each other’s breathing and swallowing, she monitored him closely. Saeran’s eyelids were not only swollen but droopy and heavy with the need for relaxation, a bit crimson from sobbing, those dark circles even more sunken than usual. He observed her eating, looking as if he wished to black out himself, but also with a strong impression of fret and trouble, locked onto her as if she’d collapse again. Funny enough, he looked like a sleep deprived mother with a hungry toddler who’d leap from the high chair at any moment while being fed, shattering like glass or porcelain as she fell. Despite the uncomfortable atmosphere, Dan piped up.

“I feel ok enough to feed myself now...maybe you should-”

“If you’re asking me to leave, I won’t. Not until that plate is finished entirely.”

Uyu almost wanted to chuckle a little at his new found anxiety, looking like he’d actually panic if made to leave the room.

“Ok then. I was going to say lay down while I eat...not ask you to go.”

Fretting over him, she was sort of ok with Saeran staying, ignoring how unpleasant he’d acted around her previously for now. She just felt at ease knowing he wasn’t in that dismal work room or listening to that damn “saviour’s” awesome lessons about embracing darkness like some freaky weirdo. She held out her shaky hands so he could give her the plate of food, and after shooting her a small glare, he placed it in her hold, the fork resting on top of the vegetables.

The man sat up stiffly before crossing his arms.

“Don’t go making a mess and getting food on the blanket, I’m not in the mood to clean up after you even more-”

“Of course. Now as I said, kick back please.”

“Tch, I don't need to lay down. If anything, you do once you’re done. You still look ten shades too pale and I can see you shaking.”

“Then I guess we should both lay down at some point. Either way, make yourself comfortable for now.”

The tiny woman glanced at his posture before looking back at her plate, stabbing a potato with a timid smirk.

“You know...slouching isn’t illegal here. Or I at least hope it isn’t.”

“If you have the energy to make such a comment, I know that food is working at least. Don’t go testing the waters, princess. I’m still not your friend.”

She swallowed her bite before answering, a sad undertone appearing in her voice more than intended.

“So, should I consider myself lucky the shark took pity on the fish?”

Saeran laughed faintly, an exhausted breathy “ahaha” before finally allowing the tension to realise in his back, slouching forward, his chin resting in his palm.

“Yeah, that exactly. Consider yourself lucky that I can’t let my prey die just yet.”

He sounded less than convincing.

“But you seem so-”, she silenced herself, almost picking out his obvious distress and signs that he wept over her state of illness.

“Seem so what? What is it that I seem to you, hmm? Go on, finish that statement. Keep playing with hell fire!”

“I was going to say tired. You seem tired.”

She held back her true words, cutting the pill into a smaller one for him to let fall down his throat without choking.

“Tired? Of course I am, from dealing with you and your inability to go hungry for one fucking minuet.”

Uyu bit her tongue, trying her all not to start an argument as she felt some anger bubbling in her chest. She took in a deep breath to attempt to cool herself down, normally not allowing anyone to talk to her this way before lashing back to defend herself. It was his fault that this all happened, but she could tell he knew that already from taking one good look at the sorrow painted across his face he tried so hard to hide. She gave herself a second to collect her thoughts before speaking to him more rationally.

“I too wish I didn’t have this problem, but I do. I swallowed my pride to reach out to you for help, and I thank you for actually realizing help is what I needed.”

“Again with the ‘thank you’. I...I should have been feeding you, there’s nothing here to thank me for, weirdo. You also didn’t necessarily have any pride to swallow, you straight up passed out on top of me.”

“But, I called you to come over here, didn’t I? You even made fun of my pleading...”

“Hmph...sure sure, fine. You did beg and plead. I’ll be taking that to memory~”

“Oh really? So that’s what you’re into huh?”

“Are you trying to imply something perverted right now? Seriously? Shut up and eat your damn food before I clunk you out personally.”

“Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“You speak so bravely but I can see the fear I bring to you and your little shuddering shoulders, you impractical joker.”

Saeran was right, his behavior scared her, but she wouldn’t allow it to make her fall.

“Hence why the mood needs lightening. But in all seriousness...I’m already feeling much better. How about you?”

“Heh, that quickly? Funny. And why are you asking about me again? Do I not look fine to you? I’m fine, perfect in fact. Worry about yourself and your own recovery.”

“It was just a question. I hope you’re taking care of yourself is all, with the amount of work and stuff you have to do. You didn’t have time to even shoot me a text all day...”

“That’s because I don’t want to constantly talk to you. Again, worry about yourself! Stop acting so selfless trying to butter me up-”

“Asking about someone I care about is no task or mission as it’s something I just want to do. It's not goal oriented...”

Saeran groaned as he rolled his eyes, picking himself up to lean back against the mountain of poofy pillows aligning the bed’s headboard, kicking up his feet to lay down fully behind her. His right leg crossed over his left as he stretched back, putting both hands behind his head, making himself more relaxed. Dan turned around to give him a small smile and show she was still fully paying attention to him, receiving a scowl as he lifted the corner of his mouth to flash her his pearly teeth in response.

Secretly, Uyu was a bit giddy over the fact that he didn’t deny her last statement, trying to shove her away as he usually did. Instead, he adjusted his position into one of more relaxation. She took another bite before apprehensively commenting on the fact that his shoes were still on, which would dirty the white blanket.

“I’m happy you took my advice on laying down...but maybe...shoes off in the bed..”

“Want them off, take them off yourself, little miss OCD.”

He wiggled his right foot in her direction, grinning.

“Never mind then. I just thought if you’re going to lay down, you should get properly settled.”

“Why does it matter that I’m comfortable in your bed? You want to see my feet that desperately, princess?”

She nervously laughed a bit at his snide comment, Saeran scratching his head and looking away for a second as her tiny giggle met his ears. He turned to lay on his side facing her, one hand on his hip as his head rested in the other, his elbow propping himself up. Her laughter lasted a bit longer than intended seeing him spread out like a sassy underwear model before her.

“Didn’t realize that was so funny to you, trying to hide your thing for feet under all that laughter?”, he teased.

“Oh heck no. I just find your implication funny.”

“Uh huh,” he shifted to finally kick off his shoes, revealing his bare feet before returning back to his old position.

“Wait? You’re not wearing socks? Pfft-”

“So you want to see my feet and then you don’t.”

“No, I’m not desperate to see your feet at all, it’s just...oh never mind hehe.”

“Socks just suck.”

“But wouldn’t your feet get sweaty in your shoes without them?”

“Again with the fussing over my feet, princess? Come on~ now I know what you’re into.”

“Hey, you’re the one who took it wrong. It’s normal to have a no shoes in the bed rule.”

“And a second ago, you took what I said wrong.”

“Ok so, we’ve established that I think you're a sadist and you think I have a foot fetish then.”

They chuckled together, their genuine laughter mingling sweetly in a sing-song as it filled the earlier emptiness, a weight leaving both of their chests as well as some tension. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually laughed and joked with someone.

As they both came down from their little high, Saeran cleared his throat before speaking more seriously again.

“How’s your eating coming along? Finish that plate so I can go.”

Uyu’s expression changed to a more somber one, finally starting to enjoy his company. When he wasn’t shrieking trying to prove himself to stand superior, she could focus on that side of her that wished to grasp at his hand and tell him not to return so soon to the places where she could not be there to see what he was dealing with. Away from her, he was encased in the lies this place spoon fed him, the shadows threatening to devour him. She could not fight for him the way she wanted to locked away, but sadly, she was still too shy and afraid to keep him near.

“I’m almost done…”

“Why the long face? I thought you’d be happy to be rid of me now that you’ve eaten...”

His tone was hushed, voice deep as he trailed off slightly uttering the last word.

“I never, not once said I’d want ‘to be rid of you’. I actually said, or welcomed you to make yourself comfortable...which implies the opposite…”

“Ha... I just don’t understand, but fine then. Let those words come out of your mouth nice and clearly, and ask me for exactly what you want.”

“...I”, she gulped, thinking of a way to properly respond. He seemed to desire some sort of corroboration.

“I want you to be certain. If you’re not, I’ll go.”

“...I am.”

“Ok, but that’s not the sentence I asked for.”

He started shifting as if to get down from the bed before she finally reached out to him, lightly tugging the cuff of his jacket’s sleeve, stopping him from getting off fully.

“You said you wouldn’t leave until my plate was finished, and it’s not.”

“Are you calling me a liar? I hate liars. Naturally, I want you to beg for me to stay longer than that since you’re oh so lonely in here, paranoid that me just moving was me leaving. So, do you want me to stay longer than that? Hmm?”

And there he went again, trying to appear as if this was all a part of his vicious game of power play. Even as he took on a cheeky mien, he still could not hide the fatigue which mingled itself with his sharp words. Saeran, now sitting up straight directly next to her, leaned in till their faces were barely an inch or two away from touching, not respecting personal boundaries. She almost went cross-eyed trying to focus on him as her cheeks warmed in temperature, and she hoped whatever color they showed wouldn’t give her flustered nature away, having him so close.

“You’re lucky I felt ok enough to brush my teeth earlier,” she whispered meekly. “And it seems to me you want confirmation that you can stay..”

He tiredly cackled, his candy scented breath tickling her as he kept the distance between them so slim.

“Still not enough to get rid of your-”, he stopped himself. “Ug, sickly doll. You can’t go a second without making such idiotic accusations-”

“My what? My smell?”

His eyes darted away from her before returning to stare into the large green pools which were her’s, recalling his secret appreciation for it earlier as he held her. His reflection in her pupils frustrated him, looking as if the pressure he felt earlier had indeed crushed him like a ton of bricks.

“Yeah that..”

She raised a brow, “Ok, and what is my smell to you?”

He swallowed thickly, “Gross. It’s just gross. And annoying to recall …”

“I guess you don’t like roses then, because almost everything I use is rose scented. And you seem to like to be in my space a lot for someone who doesn’t like my smell.”

His face twisted in discomfort as if he’d start sweating soon. “Roses are Ray’s thing, not mine. And again with reading too much into what I’m doing.”

“Then what is your thing? And what are you trying to do?”

Saeran paused, finally pulling back away from her, Dan feeling like she could finally respire again.

“You’re trying to get me to turn around from our earlier conversation. Maybe I should take off before you finish your food after all, since you can’t play nice.”

“Hmph.”

End of chapter 7 All chapters

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letswritefanfiction · 4 years ago

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Lost in Halloweenia! Ch1

Crosspost from ffnet and AO3.

Summary: It's Halloween! Ash and the gang are living it up trick or treating when they stumble upon a strange house with some strange artifacts. What mysteries do they hold and…wait, who are those three lurking behind them?

Word Count: 2,997/27,343

Setting: Set in between Hocus Pokémon and Here's Lookin' At You, Elekid.

A/N: Hello! This is a story I wrote back in 2016 and, since it’s spooky month yet again, I thought it was time to bring it back, since it’s one of my faves! This story is meant to by in the style of the Pokémon anime, plus Scooby Doo vibes. It’s all just very fun.

No ships!

Next chapter here

Chapter 1: Trick or Treat

Having just received his last Gym Badge from the Blackthorn Gym, Ash and his friends are hard at work as ever in preparing for the Silver Conference…

“Oh boy, a king size candy bar!”

Or are they?

Ash brought the plastic-wrapped log of chocolate up to his nose and inhaled loudly, salivating even though he couldn’t smell anything beyond the crisp October air burning his nostrils. After savoring the moment for all of two seconds, he ripped open the chocolate bar and bit off a mouthful, strands of caramel lacing his teeth and the candy together, looking like strands from the play spider webs decorating the houses of the neighborhood. When he licked it all away, he offered a bite to Pikachu, who was perched as a Golbat on his shoulder, wings and all.

“Ash, you’re supposed to be saving your candy, not eating it all tonight,” Misty stated, dropping her own piece into her orange jack-o-lantern bag hanging from the crook of her arm as she held Togepi to her chest. Togepi was thrilled by all of the sights and was content to do nothing but trill away at all of the lights and spooky decorations.

“Who says?” Ash grunted through the sticky sweetness.

“I bet your mother would,” Brock said. “And please tell me that you’re not still wearing your fake teeth.”

After swallowing, Ash felt around his teeth with his tongue to discover that he was, indeed, still wearing the false teeth that were the finishing touch on his vampire outfit. Except now, instead of glowing a light green in the dark, it was certain they were stained brown with milk chocolate and caramel goodness. Pikachu barred his teeth to reveal much the same on his own fake incisors.

“Oops.”

Misty sighed, shaking her head. “I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle accessories.”

“Hey, at least I was smart enough to wear a costume that I wouldn’t freeze to death in!”

Misty looked down at her costume, mostly just to hide her flushing face behind her bangs. She was wearing the Goldeen outfit that she had worn ages ago in that crazy magician act. “So what? I already owned it, so I figured I might as well wear it! Besides, Brock isn’t any better.”

Brock had decided to dress like Bruno of the Kanto—and Johto, since that’s where they were—Elite Four leaving him entirely shirtless. He was hoping that it would gain him points with the ladies. Unfortunately, most of the ladies they had seen so far were half his age. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to be pulled into the argument, so he suggested, “Hey, why don’t we just check out the next house?”

Misty harrumphed. “Yeah, Brock. Let’s go.”

Ash lingered behind for only a second. “Thinks she can boss me around like that,” he grumbled. “Why shouldn’t we be able to eat our candy on Halloween?”

Pikachu chattered his agreement before pointing in the direction Misty and Brock were headed.

“Oh, you’re right! We gotta beat them to the next house!”

Moments after Ash ran to catch up to Misty and Brock, there was a rustling in the boxwood hedges lining the sidewalk.

Jessie popped her head out from a bush, making certain that she was holding two branches on either side of her face. She spied the twerp running off after the other two twerps with Pikachu right there on his shoulder, as usual. “Hmm, right on schedule.”

“On schedule fo’ what?” Meowth burst out of the next bush, some leaves taped to his whiskers. “We don’t have a plan!”

“Maybe we would if it weren’t Halloween!” James interjected, poking his head out of a third bush, pausing to spit out a few leaves. “But there are people everywhere! How are we supposed to pull off any kind of a heist?”

“Well…” Meowth began slyly, turning slowly to James as a smile spread across his face, “we could pull off a candy heist if we did a little less trickin’ and a little more treatin’!”

“Ooh, now that’s a good plan, Meowth!”

Jessie whipped her hair around and managed to smack both James and Meowth across the face, leaving them both dazed. “You numskulls! We’re not out to get candy like all of these snot-nosed little kids! We’re out to catch Pikachu!”

“But Jess,” James whined, “think of how long it’s been since we’ve had that much food! Much less good tasting food.”

There was the sound of water dripping into the bushes as James and Meowth began to drool. Jessie clenched her fist until it shook, ready to let them have it again before she heard her stomach rumble. Both boys turned to her with raised eyebrows and Jessie blushed, holding her stomach in a gloved hand.

From out of the bushes, she produced three pillowcases and announced, “Well, I guess it can’t hurt to think about food every once in a while! We can always nab Pikachu once those twerps have had their fill and all we have to do is roll Pikachu off the twerp’s shoulder and right into the boss’s office.”

With matching grins, each grabbed a bag and then made off for the closest house, so close to mountains of candy they could taste it.

“Wow, this house would be spooky even if it weren’t Halloween.”

Ash and Misty nodded along to Brock’s words as they all stood at the end of the street before a huge house that seemed to creak as a strong wind blew the autumn leaves and loose candy wrappers across the lawn.

It was like something out of a storybook. It was dark purple with a thatched black roof, which was made up of all odd angles, coming to a zenith at a pointed tower standing in the middle with a single window. Jutting in front of the window were bars of sharp iron, twisted as if by a giant’s strong grasp.

“Well, the porch light is on,” Ash pointed out. “That must mean that they’re accepting trick-or-treaters.”

Ash began to make for the front deck before Brock and Misty pulled him back. Even Pikachu pulled on his hair a little.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?”

“M-Maybe we should just skip it and head to the next house,” Misty suggested, eyeing the spooky structure warily.

“Why would we do that? Let’s just knock on the door.”

Ash stepped confidently forward, ignoring a whine from the back of Pikachu’s throat as the deck groaned at their combined weight. There was no doorbell, so Ash raised his fist to knock on the door when, without so much as a tap, it opened all on its own.

“Huh, look at that.”

Brock and Misty had reluctantly followed Ash, but now the both of them were slowly creeping backwards. Brock cleared his throat before saying, “Okay, now we should go, Ash.”

“No, wait, look at that!” Ash was pointing just inside the doorway, where there was a small table holding a huge bowl of candy and a silver candelabra. Just above the bowl was a sign that said, take one. “Look, they want us to go in!”

Ash pushed the door open all the way, revealing that the whole room was lit by nothing but the three-pronged candelabra, flickering as the wind from outside tickled the stale air inside the house.

Opening the door revealed a parlor, completely decked out with Halloween decorations. There was a bit of old furniture here and there, but covering every open space were pumpkins, skeletons of humans as well as various Pokémon, witch’s hats, brooms, and gnarled branches with bat-like Pokémon hanging from them. But they weren’t tacky items snatched from the bargain bin of a local drugstore; everything was so well-made that they looked almost real, down to the porous bones of the skeletons and peeling bark of the branches.

After Ash stepped inside, Brock and Misty followed to take their pick from the massive collection of candy. Misty gave a little shriek when she saw an enormous Ariados doll in the corner, somehow suspended from the ceiling. It was shrouded by the dark, but the enamel mandibles almost seemed to glow with poisonous saliva in the candlelight.

She put a hand up to her face, turning away from it. It wasn’t real, it only looked real. So it should only bother her if she looked on it. Nevertheless, the hairs on her arms were standing up on end and, for once that night, it wasn’t from the October chill.

They all turned their attention back to the most pleasant sight of the candy dish. Even though it was pretty late in the night, the bowl looked virtually untouched. Apparently most trick-or-treaters thought even candy wasn’t worth trying the old, creepy house.

But boy, were they missing out! There had to be every type of candy in that bowl. Chocolate, caramels, hard candies, lollipops, butterscotch, even truffles and small baked goods—more than Ash had even thought to imagine.

“You know, I bet we can take more than one,” Ash said, reaching into the tantalizing bowl. “I don’t think anybody would be upset by that.”

“Ash, it says to just take one.”

Misty’s words sounded firm, but one look over at her, with her face inches from the candy bowl, showed that she didn’t much believe what she was saying. She wanted the treats nearly as much as Ash did.

Both Togepi and Pikachu, who had wiggled their way onto the table, were also looking over the lip of the candy bowl, trying to make the best choice.

“One each,” Brock stated. Both Ash and Misty sighed, resigning themselves to follow the rules before Brock spoke up again, this time with a big grin. “Though that doesn’t mean we can’t each choose one for each of our Pokémon too!”

Ash and Misty cheered as they finally dug into the bowl, counting off candy for each of their Pokémon as Brock wedged himself into the mix as well.

“Do you think all thirty of my Tauros count?”

“Only if all of my Gym Pokémon count!”

“Those aren’t yours; they’re your sisters’!”

“No, they belong to the Gym! And I’m better with them anyway!”

“Are not.”

“Am too!”

“Are not!”

“Am too!”

“Are—”

“Enough out of both of you!”

Brock unwrapped two pieces of caramel and stuck one into Ash’s, then Misty’s mouth to quiet them. He nodded at his handiwork as both of them struggled to chew.

“That’s probably enough candy for the both of you.”

Then Misty made a gurgling shriek through the caramel as she began looking about wildly.

“What?”

“Pobeebee ih aw!”

Brock cocked his head. “What?”

Pikachu reached and patted Brock. “Pipipi!”

Ash caught on at that point, joining in with Misty’s mumbling. Brock, however, still had no reaction, so Pikachu was forced to concentrate, spiking the fur on his head and rounding his body until he looked like an egg.

“Oh, Togepi!”

Misty finally managed to chew the caramel down to a workable level and shouted, “We have to find Togepi! Anyone see where it went?”

Everyone collectively shook their heads. Then, they heard a light trill echo throughout the whole house. They cast about, uncertain of the direction the sound came from. Pikachu’s ears twitched for a second, and then he took off, scampering out of the room.

“Hey, Pikachu!”

Ash ran after Pikachu, with Brock and Misty not too far behind him. There was no electric lighting to speak of in the house, but every hallway and room was lined with sconce-like lanterns, fire blazing in each of them; there was just enough light to see a few feet in any direction, but no more.

After rounding just a few corners, they stopped in their tracks, finding themselves completely lost, with no trace of Togepi or Pikachu. There wasn’t so much as the light thump of a footstep. Nothing but dull creaks from the house, coming from every direction so that it seemed like the house was trying to move or maybe even say something.

“I think we should head back to the front of the house,” Brock suggested. “Just wait for Pikachu and Togepi there.”

“No, we have to find Togepi!” Misty was insistent, her jaw clenched and her gaze firm, but the wavers in her voice belied her strong façade.

“Pikachu will find Togepi, Misty. And we’ll be easier to find if we just stay put.”

Misty looked to Ash, who nodded at her. “Misty’s right, Brock. I wanna find Pikachu.”

Brock could only shrug. “Suit yourself. But let’s retrace our steps at least to find a better path, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Alright.”

It only took a few steps for them to realize they had no idea where the front of the house was. They turned around a few times, poking their head past corners, into hallways, looking for any sign of familiarity.

Somehow, the whole house was designed the way the parlor had been. In every corner were pieces of antique-looking Halloween paraphernalia, most dusty with time, like they hadn’t just been set out in the past few weeks for the holiday. It seemed as though it was always Halloween in this house.

Ash stepped over the black statue of a Purrloin wearing a witch’s hat, trying the last exit from the room for any hint as to where they had come from.

“No luck. That hallway just has some huge ghosts that I don’t remember seeing.”

“So, we’re lost?”

Misty looked at Ash with a perfect blend of irritation and fear while he sweat-dropped and backed away slowly, nearly tripping over the Purrloin.

“Not lost,” Brock stated, trying to diffuse the situation—or rather, avoid any situation that got Misty too mad. “We just don’t know where we are or how to get back to where we were.”

A vein began to throb on Misty’s forehead as she turned to Brock. “Well, what is that if not lo—”

“Pika! Pika!”

The sound echoed all throughout the house until the two calls became many, sounding like there were dozens of Pikachu hiding in the very woodwork of the house. It sounded like it could have come from anywhere. Ash, Brock, and Misty cast about in all directions, to little avail.

“Priii!”

That sound too began to echo, morphing until it was a twisted distortion of Togepi’s cute call.

“I think it’s coming from upstairs!” Ash finally declared. “Which hallway had the stairs?”

“This one!” Misty shouted, pushing in front of them and making for a set of wooden stairs, spiraling up with an iron rail, lined with cross-shaped spikes.

“Careful!” Brock put a fingertip to one of the spikes and yanked it away quickly. “These are sharp!”

“Pikachu! Where are you?”

“Togepi! Please come out here!”

Ash and Misty tumbled onto the landing at the top of the stairs and listened as more calls came from their Pokémon, bouncing off every which way, but stronger than they had been down below.

“This way!”

“You better not be getting us lost again, Ash Ketchum!”

“No, they’re definitely this way!”

“Guys, wait up!”

The trio eventually stumbled into a large, cluttered room, furnished like an attic, with no candles to light the way. There were, however, windows washing the room with the moon’s pallid glow.

“Pikachu?”

“Pikapi!”

Ash nearly ran into a tall suit of armor as he rounded a stack of items, opening the large room up even further. There, bathed in a deep red glow, were Pikachu and Togepi, eyeing a strange object.

“What is that?” Misty asked with a gasp.

The red glow seemed to be emanating from the object, which was resting in a basket on top of a treasure chest, just out of Pikachu and Togepi’s reaches. Not for lack of trying, though, as Togepi kept stretching its arms out, trying to touch it.

“It looks like an egg,” Brock observed. “Like a dragon egg, or something.”

“Oh, that’s so cool!”

Ash rushed forward to look at it and soon enough, the whole gang was taken in by its almost supernatural glow.

Pikachu took it upon himself to take Togepi in his arms, raising it over his head so it could get a closer look at the object. Togepi trilled in delight, leaning in to reach it.

“Don’t touch it, Togepi,” Misty chastised. “It’s not yours.”

Togepi frowned for a second, whimpering a little. Then it jumped out of Pikachu’s grasp, arms outstretched as if to give the egg a hug. Togepi landed in the basket, which was lined with straw and wheat in a neat nest, and tried to hug the egg, but its stubby arms kept it at a distance.

“Oh, Togepi.”

Misty reached for Togepi, but before she could grab it back into her loving arms, the egg began to glow brightly, blinding everyone for a moment as their eyes adjusted. After a few burning blinks, everyone turned back to see Togepi being sucked into the egg.

Everyone gasped in shock. Pikachu was the first to regain his wits, and he leapt up, grabbing for Togepi, only to begin being sucked into the egg too.

“Oh no, you don’t!”

Ash grabbed for Pikachu, Misty grabbed for Ash, and Brock grabbed for Misty, each disappearing faster and faster as the glow became stronger, before fragmenting from a blood red into individual beams of orange and black like a Halloween sunburst.

Then, they were gone, and the room was once again dark and silent, save for the whistling of the wind outside, and the gentle groans of the old, dark house.

On Halloween night, Ash and friends had expected lots of treats but this is one trick they hadn’t expected! Where have they gone and how will they get out of this one? Stay tuned for next time!

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crackersforbonbons · 3 years ago

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Enjoying a delicious roast dinner with family and friends is one of the nicest parts of Christmas. When you think about your Christmas roast, what comes to mind? A festively decorated table with plenty of Christmas crackers for the whole family to enjoy.

You've undoubtedly untangled your Christmas lights, hung your beautiful Christmas wreath, and perhaps even started wrapping your gifts for the holidays. However, have you considered your crackers?

There are traditional crackers with paper hats and terrible dad jokes that we all despise, glitzy luxury crackers with goodies that are likely more expensive than the gifts beneath the tree, and, more recently, the environmentally friendly version.

In 2022, there are even crackers for dogs, and if you don't want a plastic puzzle or another pair of nail clippers, you may fill your own stocking with personal gifts, saving the games for after your Christmas meal.

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Naturally, you want all of your hard work to be recognized on Christmas Day, including the much-anticipated supper, where the tablecloth decorating is just as significant as the turkey.

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A bonbon is a chocolate treat that is tiny and sweet. They're frequently loaded with liquor or other sweet alcoholic ingredients and wrapped in colorful foil before being sold.

The word "bonbon" comes from the French word "bon," which means "good." It was first used in the French royal court in the seventeenth century, and by the eighteenth century, it had spread throughout Europe. By the middle of the eighteenth century, bonbons were being offered in elegant containers as gifts at festivals and holidays like New Year's Day.

Johann Strauss II composed Wiener Bonbons, a waltz, in 1866, inspired by bonbons. The title page features twisted bonbon wrappers as the composition's title.

Christmas crackers are festive table decorations that produce a snapping sound when opened and typically include a small present, a paper hat, and a joke. In the United Kingdom, Ireland, and Commonwealth countries such as Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and South Africa, they are a component of the Christmas celebrations.

A cracker is made up of a segmented cardboard tube wrapped in a colorfully painted twist of paper with a prize in the center, resembling an oversized candy wrapper. Two people, each holding an outer chamber, pull the cracker apart, causing the cracker to break unevenly and leaving one person with the prize. A light bang or snapping sound is created by friction on a shock-sensitive, chemically impregnated card strip as the split occurs (similar to that used in a cap gun). The friction strip contains silver fulminate, which is one of the chemicals employed.

Apart from the ham, the Christmas bon bons are unquestionably the stars of any Christmas supper. Why not save a little money by making your own crackers, especially since the budget is already strained by gifts and food? Not only will these add a personal touch to your table, but they'll also allow you to forgo the cringe-worthy jokes and plastic trinkets in favor of stuff that won't end up in the trash.

Christmas bon bons are a traditional Christmas favorite, and these kraft bon bons are the ideal eco-friendly Christmas table decoration. All of the Christmas cracker contents are created locally and are quite useful.

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During Christmas dinner or at Christmas festivities, crackers are customarily pulled. According to one variation of the cracker rite, the individual who gets the larger end of the cracker gets the right to keep the contents of the cardboard tube. Occasionally, regardless of the outcome, each player keeps their own cracker and its contents. A colorful crown-shaped cap made of tissue paper, a little toy, a plastic model, or a trinket, and a small strip of paper with a slogan, a joke, a puzzle, or even a piece of trivia are all classic components of Christmas crackers. When eating Christmas dinner, paper hats that look like crowns are typically worn. The wearing of celebratory hats is thought to have originated during Roman times, during the Saturnalia celebrations, which also included ornate headgear.

Knut's celebrations, which take place in Sweden at the end of the Christmas season, are also related to Christmas crackers.

Every year, author and historian John Julius Norwich (Viscount Norwich) would send his family and friends a Christmas Cracker, which was a kind of expanded Christmas card filled with anecdotes, trivia, and witticisms drawn from history and literature. He printed them privately at first to give to friends, but they were eventually sold in London bookstores. In the same year that he died, his 49th and final cracker was released posthumously.

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Would You Like Some Tea In Your Cauldron?

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Levi hated losing bets. He rarely ever lost courtesy of his dear uncle, but this year, all it took was his misplaced faith in a racehorse named “Jean” during the Qatar Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe for him to end up being at the mercy of the scheming, shitty, four-eyed freak known as Hange Zoe.

There had been a raffle draw, and Levi’s dare was to decorate his house for the Halloween season and give out some sweets to the trick-or-treaters.

It was better than what Erwin had done on Valentine’s a few years back, when he had to sniff the armpit of every man in the pub just because he revealed his hand too early (It was a historical event) to Mike. Hange still had photos of the event saved in their so-called “family album.”

The problem was that Levi wasn’t too keen on giving out the only sweets he had. Candy didn’t exactly come at a cheap price, and he definitely wasn’t going to spend his entire salary buying new ones to cater to some brats’ sugar rush.

There were tea-flavored candies sent to him as gifts from his Grandfather Ackerman, who had worked as an employee in a candy factory and had later run several teahouses in the country during his younger days.

While Levi was fond of tea, he wasn’t a fan of it being used as a candy flavour. Its taste was very faint and unusual to begin with; sweet but not exactly the ideal type of treat that the little ones would gobble down wholeheartedly and come back for greedily in the next spooky years to come.

The night of Halloween was relatively uneventful for the man as per usual. Even as a kid, he never experienced the thrill of egging some poor hag’s house, or screaming his throat raw in one of those badly decorated third-rate horror booths, or even carving pumpkins and snatching wet apples with his mouth just for the hell of it.

Most importantly, he never had the luxury of preparing a costume…even until now. Hange encouragingly told him that he didn’t have to; he was already scary-looking enough.

“Ow!” Hange held their stomped foot, jumping up and down while Levi scoffed and took the basket of candy from them to place it on the breakfast nook.

The first few trick-or-treaters that came to Levi’s house were tame considering that they were under adult supervision. On the other hand, Levi secretly found it annoying how some parents, teachers, nannies, and even older siblings would apologize to him for the children they accompanied thinking that he looked like a serial killer from a textbook slasher. Was his appearance really that unsettling?

When he opened the door, basket in hand, a little girl in a pink, fairy costume quailed in fright and went down the porch steps to hide behind her mother.

Guess there was no need for a well-thought out prank; his “pinch-me-and-I’ll-punch-you” expression already came in handy.

It was almost 9:00 pm, and the hoots of the owls could be heard in the distance. Levi was ready to remove all the decorations much to his chagrin, but just when he was about to store the remaining candy back in the cellar, something caught his ear.

“Eren, it’s almost late,” said a little girl’s voice. “Mom’s going to get really worried, you know.”

“Just one more house left!” someone replied doggedly. Yep. It was definitely a brat.

“If I recall, your father said not to trick-or-treat at 10 or more houses. You still have an appointment with him after all,” Not bratty. Also, the kid sounded smart for his age.

“One more bag of candy won’t hurt, Armin.” The footsteps got louder.

With a sigh, Levi turned away from the cellar with the candy still in his arms to meet his last trick-or-treaters for the night outside. Upon opening the door, the first thing he saw was a boy who looked to be about 7 or 8 years old. He was dressed as a dog…no, a werewolf, what with the puffy ears, fangs, and paws he wore for feet. The ruffled fur of his top matched the color of his hair.

On either side of him were a raven-haired girl and a blonde boy. The girl was dressed as a huntsman, a plastic axe by her side, and the boy a warlock. Together, they seemed to be quite the fairly strong bunch.

As if a flip had been switched, the wolf boy immediately perked up at Levi and flashed a wide grin, “Trick-or-treat!”

He was the first kid not to show signs of fear in front of him. How interesting.

The other two weren’t as enthusiastic. The girl stayed silent, though Levi could tell she was a little wary of him. Meanwhile, the blonde muttered the greeting with a nervous stutter, twiddling with the pouch he held while huddling up to the girl. Levi couldn’t blame him; his sunken eyes spoke for themselves.

“You brats better be thankful I still haven’t cleared the Jack-o-Lanterns off my lawn,” Levi said tonelessly, stepping down the stairs while grabbing for a pack of candy.

“Our apologies, sir!” the blonde stammered. “If you’d like, we can leav—”

“Eren just wants some more candy, that’s all.” the girl interrupted.

“Guys!” shouted the wolf boy. Shaking his head in embarrassment, he looked back up to Levi again, holding up his cauldron treat bucket in a silent plea. “I just need one more for my secret stash, sir.”

“Your secret stash?”

“Yes,” The boy blushed before continuing, “My father’s a dentist so it’s not often that I get to eat lots of candy.”

The sourness from Levi’s expression dissolved and was replaced by sympathy.

“Well, I wouldn’t want your long journey to go to waste, would I? Here…”

Levi poured several pieces of candy into Eren’s bucket. He felt something twitch in his chest at the sight of the boy’s wide, green eyes gleaming in happiness. If he had a tail, Levi was sure it would be wagging by now.

“These are from Teas’ Time, aren’t they?” the wolf boy, Eren, asked excitedly.

He didn’t bother to wait for his answer and picked out a piece, tearing at the wrapper with his teeth with an alarming vigor. Levi raised a brow and made a confused face at the other two kids waiting patiently for their sugar-deprived friend.

“He always eats the candy after receiving it. That way, he’ll know which ones will become his favorites,” the blonde explained, as if reporting a scientific experiment.

“Tch,” Levi kneeled down to Eren’s level, “So, how does it taste?”

To his slight amazement, Eren seemed to be enjoying the candy judging from the pleased expression he wore; he hummed in answer: ‘It’s good!’

No, it’s not, really. Levi tried the candy for himself; it was certainly healthier than most sweets but it didn’t hold a candle to the likes of Kitkats, Snickers, or Twix candy bars. Hell, even that candy corn crap tasted better than the hard, circular disks currently making Eren’s eyes glaze over.

Then again, it was better than not having any at all.

“Huh,” Levi regarded him in kind, “The ones in your possession are Citrus green tea, by the way. You still have more flavors to try.”

Eren’s face fell, “Thank you, sir, but my Dad won’t let me have any more. They’ll ruin my teeth,” he pulled off his fangs to show Levi a crooked but clean set of them; no cavities in sight.

Well, that’s understandable. Levi stood up to bid the boy and his friends goodbye but the former stopped him with an exasperated “Wait!” before he could.

“Are you going to give out some more next Halloween?”

Levi weighed his choices. No, he didn’t want to do this again. God forbid his house get wrecked; he was already lucky not to have done much cleaning the first time save for the removal of decorations.

But one look at Eren’s puppy dog eyes compelled him to think differently. Yes, there was absolutely nothing unusual about inviting a child to trick-or-treat at his place when he was opposed to the very idea hours ago. Not at all.

“Shit’s expensive so one flavor for every year. Be sure to collect them all before you don’t have the balls to go trick-or-treating anymore,” He offered, ignoring the surprised gasps from the other two.

Eren looked about ready to bounce off the floorboards, fangs bared, “Thank you, Sir! I can’t wait!”

In a flash, the boy was down the front steps joining his friends, both relieved that the night was over. They all waved at Levi, departing into the streets with the autumn breeze ruffling their clothes. Eren in particular gave one last smile at him before digging in his pack to wolf down—excuse the pun—more of the sweets from his grabby little fingers.

For the first time that night, Levi’s lips quirked up a centimeter. Perhaps he ought to treat Hange out to see that science fiction horror film they were so crazy about.

For the next three years, Levi would leave some candy waiting in a mini black cauldron by the porch for little Eren to find. Since they were of premium quality (or so his grandfather claimed), each year promised a different flavor, and with every bite, Eren’s adoration for the maddeningly expensive stuff only grew.

Citrus green tea, green tea latte, classic iced tea, black tea…Levi could only go for so long until hearing his tea-obsessed relative sob happily from the other side of the phone at the news of someone genuinely enjoying his brand of candy.

His friends were just as happy at the news.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a faithful follower, Levi.” Erwin said one night over brandy.

“He’s just happy because he finally figured out a way to clear out his pantry,” Hange cackled. This earned them another well-placed stomp on the foot.

Levi had learned quite a lot about Eren too—like how his ears would turn red every time Levi asked him about his intake of sweets, or how passionate he was in his ramblings about anything other than the different candies he collected from the other houses. Levi’s favorite was the one where he and his two friends from before, Mikasa and Armin, reported some guys shoving their dicks inside carved pumpkins as part of some sick, twisted dare to the police and were given ten times the candy they had that day because of it.

“Levi, why have you never gone trick-or-treating?” a 12-year old Eren asked. He was perched on top of the red loveseat in his living room, Hogwarts robe pooling over the edges and glasses falling askew from the upside-down position he was in.

“My uncle never made me go. Juvenile delinquents used to put weed in candy bars back in the day, so he didn’t want to be responsible for my getting wasted,” Levi said as if commenting about the weather.

Eren’s flipped over in shock, “You can put drugs in candy?!”

“Yes, which is why you should be extra careful when receiving treats from strangers; even the most benign things can become the most dangerous when placed in the wrong hands.”

Levi found what he was looking for in the fridge—Chai tea. Eren’s favorite.

The boy in question nodded slowly in understanding, “No wonder Dad only let me trick-or-treat at my relatives’ place.”

“Hm.”

Eren’s eyes were fixated on Levi for quite a while. He propped his elbows on the sofa, chin resting above them as he sent the man a soft smile, his glasses sliding a little onto his nose to reveal bright green, mirthful and genuine.

“I trust you, though.”

Levi returned one of his own; he threw the candy at Eren, “Up until now, I’m still baffled by the fact that you didn’t piss yourself seeing my face for the first time.”

Eren laughed while unwrapping the foil. Popping the candy into his mouth, he gave a pleased hum, chewing slowly to savor the taste.

“Oh, I was pretty scared alright,” he spoke while he ate, “I thought you were going to whip out a scythe or whatever; complements the murderous look on your face and everything.”

“This coming from the kid who said he trusts me.”

Eren simply flicked his wand as if to ward him off, sticking his tongue out.

Eren didn’t come to Levi’s house the following year.

At first, Levi supposed it was because Eren had indeed grown up and was definitely too old to ever trick-or-treat again. Surely, his friends and family found it pretty strange for someone as adventurous and fun as him to spend the last few minutes of Halloween with an almost broke college student, and a grumpy one nonetheless.

But Levi knew Eren wasn’t the type to ditch friendships like that, although to be quite honest, Levi wasn’t exactly sure when he started considering Eren as his friend. Maybe the boy was just that likeable despite his tendency to be a little shit.

Eren had messaged him online 7 hours after Halloween Night ended. Suffice to say, Levi didn’t know whether to congratulate or pity the boy with the news he’d been given:

Brat: I got braces :/

Levi pondered a bit before typing out his message and pressing the send button.

Levi: Mashed potatoes and gravy, then?

The notification came faster than he could blink:

Brat: :D

Halloween couldn’t possibly be more hectic this time around. Levi’s dorm mates had invited him to participate in the new “Zombie Run” sponsored by his very own university; his fingers were still sore from when he punched the Walking Dead who had tried to cop a feel chasing him.

He was just about to nurse his knuckles with some ice packs when he heard the clicking of boots on his porch steps.

Levi was at the door in an instant; ice packs forgotten on the floor; he pulled it open to see tousled brown hair and vibrant green eyes.

It was Eren, now a teen, who had come to trick-or-treat at his doorstep for the first time in three years. And oh—

The boy’s getup was certainly….riveting. He wore a red button-up underneath a black military jacket with side seams that went below the waist, matching gloves and high-knee combat boots, and white pants accentuating his shapely legs…

Levi mentally smacked himself before taking in all of Eren’s costume. Speaking of legs, they were fitted with belt straps…no…Eren was actually wearing a harness, its unique pattern contrasting nicely with the red shirt and white pants. There was even a small leather skirt that Levi didn’t notice until later.

And shit, Levi now had to look up at his face because of how tall he’d gotten. It was kind of annoying.

Gone was the scruffy, werewolf boy from 7 years ago. Before him stood a sharply dressed cadet, an air of confidence and integrity about him. Tonight, Eren was a soldier…ready to fight on the frontlines; it was the best costume Levi had ever seen him in.

“Trick-or-treat,” Eren greeted. His voice was lower now, and his braces were gone too; there was only a set of perfectly straight and white teeth.

Eren whirled around, the long end of the jacket flowing behind him. Levi caught a glimpse of the insignia on his back, a white wing overlapping a blue one, “Do you like it?” he asked in a way more akin to a princess flaunting her ball gown.

Levi did a mock bow, “Why yes, Your Highness.”

The boy smirked before quickly pulling out dual blades from his sides (Where the fuck did they come from?). They looked pretty fucking sharp.

The older male raised his arms, whistling lowly, “At ease, soldier.”

Eren put the swords back in their hilts, “They’re ultrahard steel. Good for cutting flesh.”

The look Levi gave him was nothing short of incredulous.

Eren laughed, “Just kidding, these aren’t really made of metal, but they do make a good slashing sound!” He emphasized this with a wave, as if to cut Levi in half.

He didn’t want to know the rest of the details, “Aren’t you a little too old for trick-or-treating?”

“Levi, it’s 2017. If you’ve noticed, there are a lot of teenagers going from house to house for treats and no tricks, hopefully. All my friends are wearing the same costume I’m in.”

Levi wondered how many there were. He held back a snort at the idea of a bunch of High-School students in weird military attire (He still didn’t know the significance of the harness), marching along the streets and chanting roll-calls begging for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Laffy Taffys.

Not wanting to waste the evening out in the windy cold, Levi turned to fetch what Eren had arrived for in the first place, “Citrus green or…”

Eren’s gloved hand on his shoulder stopped him in place.

“This is the last time I’m ever going trick-or-treating,” he paused, tightening his grip, “and I want you to come along this time.”

Levi looked over his shoulder, admittedly shocked despite his cool gaze.

“I don’t have a scythe and robe with me,” he still found within himself to joke.

There it was again, that life-expanding laugh. There was a glint in Eren’s eyes that Levi couldn’t place, and he felt a prickling sensation spread through his body from where Eren touched him.

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself. He’s still a kid after all, but you know you’re willing to buy him all the treats he could ever want in the world,’ said the nagging voice in his head.

“I’m also too old,” he added.

“Pshh, you don’t look that old to me,” Eren gestured to Levi’s height. Levi scowled and punched him in the arm, making him release a pained chuckle.

“Oh, and another thing…” Eren reached inside his jacket and pulled out a parcel; unwrapping it.

Inside was a jumbo pack of Matcha-Green Tea Kitkats.

“I bought them myself,” Eren said proudly, holding it up for Levi to see, “earned cash and all. I can guarantee that you won’t find any suspicious substances in them.”

Levi snickered. On the other hand, he couldn’t recall ever feeling such a strong surge of admiration.

“Thanks, kid.” He offered Eren one of his rare smiles.

Eren wasn’t finished with his surprises just yet. “Say, if I offer you this….” he flaunted the Kitkats in Levi’s face with one hand while the other went into his jacket again (God, how many stuff was he hiding in there?), bringing out a larger parcel. It was slightly open, but Levi’s eyes widened upon seeing the belt straps inside.

Levi reached out with careful fingers to pull the folds apart, revealing the costume—the same one Eren was wearing.

“…will you be our Captain for Halloween, Levi?”

Levi didn’t even realize he had nodded until he felt a pair of strong arms around him. This close, he could make out the faint smell of citrus; just like years ago. His cheeks were beginning to warm up so he gave a few awkward pats to Eren’s back and eventually pulled away from him.

“There’s only one problem to deal with, I guess.”

Eren’s body went stiff, “What is it?”

Levi grabbed the harness and the rest of the belt straps, holding them up in distaste.

“How the fuck do you put these on?”

#ereriween #snk #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #ereri #rivaere #fic #i cant believe i did this lol #posting two weeks after an event is pretty embarrassing xd #snk modern au #halloween au

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