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[teratomatica]

everything i wish i had said

[justakiro]

WHO THE HELL IS DAVE?

୨୧ — ꒰TWISTED WONDERLAND X READER

୨୧ — ꒰in which the boys who have fell head over heals for you, but you mention another name when having a romantic moment with them. Leading to many misunderstandings

Ft. Ace, malleus, idia

A/N: I most likely was on steroids the whole time I wrote this. Anyways reblogs and likes are appreciated.

THE TWO OF YOU - had just finished classes and planned to bond with each other, for you and him did not have any other plans. Unbeknownst to you, he had already planned this out. He planned to get closer to you using the time and utilize it as an opportunity to ask you out.

Ace

You and ace were chilling inside your dorm, chatting casually and exchanging light jokes with each other. He fidgeted with his hands, patiently waiting just for the right moment to take the hit and ask you out right on the spot.

"You have something in your mind?" you questioned him, the look on his face gave away everything. It was now or never!

"Yeah actually-.. Do..you mind if we could hang out after school? Maybe play some arcade" Ace took a glance at you while he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, seeing how you nod your head, he suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline through his veins

"I'd love to Dave"

Well damn.

-Word's couldn't express how his excitement went from 0-100

He thought you were just playing with him till he heard you apologize, saying Dave was a friend you used to hang out with alot.

He brushed it off of course, acting cool and smug at the outside. But in the inside he was basically dying

He didn't want to accept it, but he was beginning to think this Dave person was someone very close to you. So close it made him shudder for it was so unbearable.

You two still went out together after of course.. But the look on his face made it seem like the light had sucked out every single soul in him.

Asked cater to find this Dave person even though there was probably a million of them.

It wasn't long though before his jealousy turned into determination.

Oh so what, this Dave was close to you? Pfft, that was all in the past. HE was gonna be the closest to you now, not him.

Idia

You and idia always hang out with each other after classes but today was different! Since idia himself invited you to his dorm to play games, give each other tips and tricks on the games you both shared a common interest in.

But little did you know this was the final step into finally asking you out! (staying in his dorm more)

See idia wasn't an oblivious person when he started to develop feelings for you.. He was just thinking about how you deserved someone better. But to be honest if he DID see you with someone else he'd immediately feel jealous.

So it was now or never!! He mentally prepared himself for 3 weeks for this moment! Also Ortho was hiding somewhere with a earmic to help Idia steal your heart!

Both of you were just in his room playing games like usual, Your eyes were fixated on the screen though, the only sounds being the keyboard tapping and how focused you are in defeating this boss once and for all.

And when Idia caught a glimpse of the word's 'You Died' pop up, he knew it was go time. Ortho rooted for him... And probably was the only one rooting.

With a final deep breath he tapped your shoulder with his finger that was shaking immensely "I-Uhm, (Name)... Since you're still you know getting wrecked by this boss... W-Wana h-hang out more in my dorm?...." Idia just continued to shrink more and more as he continued to talk, don't blame him though this was his very first time asking anybody out.

With a joyful smile you nodded your head at him "Mm! Sure Dave" you immediately covered your mouth accidentally saying the name of your friend back at earth.

You swear you saw Idias soul start descending to hell with his face flushing in embarrassment while you tried to comfort and apologize to him that it was a mistake.

-Idia you sad sad man...

His mannerisms show how he wanted to dig himself a hole and never return on the surface ever again

3 weeks of mentally preparing himself and he got called another person...

When you left his dorm thinking he needed some time, Idia immediately wailed on the floor using his hoodie to cover himself further

Ortho emerged and comforted him, already trying to track down who this Dave person was.

A tiger is strong but not as strong as Idias mood swings. At first he was depressed over the fact that his crush called him someone else but then got frustrated.

Does this mean Dave frequently plays games with you? Bring him to the ring and Idia will show them how much of a pro gamer he is

He programs a virtual person of Dave inside a game and just spam kills them over and over again to make his frustration subside.

Happy ending though since both of you still played games and you finally defeated the boss.

Malleus

Malleus had always been a gentleman to you the moment his eyes spotted you at the ramshakle, he often showed a softer and sweeter side towards you and nothing like what people imagine him as a cold and mercy less dragon.

He didn't try hiding his feelings either;holding hands, playing with your hair, gifting you things he thought would suit you, all of that kinds of things.

So expect that one day he would abruptly climb your window and ask you if you'd like to be his partner.

Now listen, imagine at 2 in the morning you wake up to the presence of green eyes staring at your soul politely saying to be his partner.

So you took the most reasonable answers, you were either high or still dreaming.

"O-Okay Dave" you accidentally spurted out the name of your closet friend back in your childhood.

Malleus was full on ready to get on one knee until you suddenly said 'Okay Dave?'

Who is this person named Dave? A friend? A significant other? Friends with benefits? Whatever it is Malleus felt something awful inside his stomach

Went to Lilia to ask him for dating advice and told him to 'climb up a window and propose your love to them right away' !

Is this Dave person trying to steal you from him? He doesn't like sharing you know.

You swore a bright flash of thunder strook and hitted a tree nearby making you almost jump outta bed.

You calmed the pissed dragon off though saying it was a mistake, coming up with an excuse that Dave was a made up.

This made Malleus slightly calm down and not strike everything down on his way.

You saved a life of a unfortunate Dave...

But Malleus still got on one knee and proposed to you, but you said you still weren't in the age of marriage yet making Malleus understand your reasoning, he'll just wait patiently for the right moment again.

[koolades-world]

please... sidies w the temporary wings prompt.. begging,,, i love your wriririritng...

hi! of course haha

part one can be found here! a quick recap of the story behind the wings is that it's solomon's doing because of a potion he gave you haha

enjoy <3

Mc with temporary wings p.2

Diavolo

and he thought his wing span was big!

you're his ultimate excuse to get out of work now, because he wants to help you

but it's not just an excuse. he really does enjoy his time with you and trying to teach you how to function with wings

he'll be sad when they're gone, but he's treasuring the time now

Barbatos

if you have any aches or pains, he's got a tea in order to help

he helps you keep up with caring for your new wings, because even if they're temporary, you should keep them pristine

he shares all of the tips he picked up while caring for dia, since you only deserve the best

to be honest, he won't be sad when they go because you keep knocking things over with the wings haha

Simeon

he's more than happy to help you out

he knows getting used to wings, especially on such short notice, so he can try his best to answer some questions of yours

he's got all the best tips and tricks for everyday life with the wings

if you really beg, he'll go flying with you and it'll be an experience you'll never forget

Luke

since he's still a young angel, he doesn't have nearly as much experience as everyone else around him, but he's still going to try his best to help!

he teaches you just as Michael taught him, and even though some things don't go as planned, he's still very proud of both you and himself

he's ready to bandage any injuries that you might get, and always treats you to something he made afterwards

secretly, he's just happy he gets to spend time with you, someone he sees as almost a parental figure and teach you something new

Solomon

he takes all the credit for your situation for the better or for the worse

it's not exactly what he thought that potion might do, but the results are better than what he thought they'd be!

he takes down all sorts of notes and records data about your new wings, and jots down the recipe in case you ever need those wings again

however, he takes this chance to take you to see some of his favorite sights since he himself does fly from time to time

[iwaasfairy]

congratulations on your 15k milestone fairy!!!! i’m such a fan of every single one of ur fics, I’ve been here ever since u started publishing mirror and indelible and it’s been such an amazing ride!!! ur the best fairy, hope u reach 150k now ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

for the event maybe could u make megumi + stepcest? make it as dark as u wish haha <3~

:<<< I have a very sad kitty image that I wanna put in here but I can’t buT iMMMM Big emOtional yOUre so swEEETTTT

tw (step)cest, jealousy, manipulation

Megumi knows he has you wrapped around his finger. It’s not particularly hard to see in the first place, watching you ‘hmm’ and gawk each time you do as he asks. He doesn’t think that you’re stupid, but you are naive, and just like the lot of them - you didn’t get enough attention from daddy. Ever since Tsumiki moved out, you’ve become even more clingy, sticky and pushy with your affection.

“You know that’s not going to stop me, right?” He asks, and watches how your big eyes flutter up at him like you’re trying to take a shutter the sight and print it into your brain. It takes a few seconds for your pout to appear, and heat to start prickling on the tip of your nose and ears.

“‘M not trying to stop you,” the hands you had wrapped around your tits to protect your modesty drop, as you glance down and step out of your panties too. “It’s cold in here, niichan~”

Megumi clicks his tongue, before putting the toothbrush back into the glass. He can do that later. “Then get into the bath already, shitty sister. I don’t know why you’re twirling around here in the first place.” He can’t help the snappy tone when it comes to you, truly, he does try. But the meaner he is, the softer you become. And how’s a man supposed to ignore your glittering puppy-dog eyes? He truly can’t.

“Are you getting in too?” you patiently ask, sliding into the hot water with slightly wobbly legs, like you’re a baby fawn taking its first steps. Megumi never really felt called to be a protector… but you are something else entirely.

His answer comes before the thought. “Of course I am. Move over.” You do, and he strips down and gets in like he says - but instead of any of this calming his hard-on, he’s only getting harder when your skin slides up against his and you sway the water when you get comfortable against his chest, dropping your head back onto his shoulder. “Gotta clean you up. Move your arms.” And his hands follow, kneading the soft skin of your tits with slightly rough touches.

“Nii nii?” He responds with only a hum, and runs his hands down your body a few times to slide your legs apart so he can fit a hand in between and trail his fingers over your pussy, putting more pressure on your covered clit until you start to melt against him a little. After a few soft gasps, you turn your face to hide against his throat. “Did you use to take baths with Tsumiki neechan too?” Your voice is too soft to make out any true undertone, but he still feels a slight smile tug at his mouth corners.

“Hah?” Of course he didn’t. While he appreciates both your older sister, he’s pretty sure she would have killed him if he had tried. She might still kill him if she finds out what dirty thoughts he’s put into your head now, too. Only you could be doe-eyed and obedient enough to let your big brother trick you into playing with your tits and pussy after hours. He pinches your clit between thumb and pointer until you squeak, and it sends you slipping down and out of his touch with a frown.

“‘Gumi niichan~ That hurts!” Your bottom lip wobbles as you stare at him, and more heat starts collecting on your cheeks until you look all flushed and drowsy and a little bit too distracted.

“That’s what you get for asking stupid questions.” He keeps your eyes for a second, before you finally look away in embarrassment and run a hand over your eyes. But when you try to get up, he pulls you back down into him and sloshing the water around more. “Hey, what- are you jealous?”

“No, ‘m not jealous!” You’re convincing exactly no one. And his grip on your wrist stays even though you try to wrong loose, before you eventually give up and you blink away tears. “God, let go, niichan. I don’t like you.” He takes hold of your head and pulls you closer until you’re nose to nose and he’s unable to keep the slight smile from showing up on his face.

“Gimme one kiss, c’mon.” You give him the saddest, most pitiful peck - before he leans in more and squeezes your face. “A proper kiss.” Those long lashes almost brush his when you look up at him and suck your bottom lip. But be it wanting to be done quicker, or actual want, you go back in and let him capture your mouth with his until he can push his tongue between your lips and force them open. Until you’re relaxing against his hold on you and your tits get pressed to his chest - slumped against the naked body of your own big brother.

After a bit of letting you kiss him back, he taps your cheek. “Get onto your knees, we gotta clean me too. You do it so well with that pretty mouth, right?’

[nonsensenook]

Chapter 4 | Lingering Scars, Heavy Sighs

Synopsis: You and Bajie leave The Hollow heavy with separate burdens which you both chose to drown out with alcohol. A continuation of this unapologetic take on you, the reader, accompanying the Destined One on his journey. 

Word Count: 5,035

Warnings: Sadness, Violence (Brief Mentions) 

Author’s Note: A bit heavier of a tone than previous chapters, at least in the beginning. Is it just me or are these chapters getting longer? I thank you very much for your patience, kind words, and I hope you enjoy! 

Read on AO3: Link

Requested Tags: @joyfulllittlething, @servamp01, @suntizme

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 3.5 (Optional) - Cont.

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Arriving at the Webbed Hollow had you go against a rule you’ve enacted on yourself since you came to this world: try to change the course of the story. You had time to think through your plans again before you and your group arrived at the Village of Lanxi. While smuggled in the chest carried by two pig Yaoguais you were silently deep in thought as Bajie rolled his eyes at the petty gossip the two were exchanging. You could tell he was getting impatient from how often he peeked out from the chest. In your lap was the Destined One in his bird form, cradled in your arms. You absentmindedly pet him as the village came closer. 

You had a chance to alter the course of the future. Maybe some lives can be spared and some stories re-written. After all, your presence is proof enough that things can be skewed off course, at least a little. But no matter how you went about it you couldn’t see a future where things went the way you wanted them to. You couldn’t shake the dreadful feeling that your actions would be in vain. At the same time, you wouldn’t forgive yourself if you didn’t try. 

You had warned Bajie of the dangers that came from trying to trick the ladies of the house. You were careful not to teeter too close to the edge when warning Bajie, cautious of him questioning the knowledge you held and if he were to begin asking questions you couldn’t answer. In the end, you couldn’t give an explanation that justified not going through with Bajie’s plan, at least not one good enough to satisfy him. They needed to infiltrate the Hollow, even if they were seen through. And so, the Weavers Needle landed its mark. You swallowed the bitter taste of failure and carried onward. 

The Hollowed Web was the most perilous of all lands you’ve traveled to so far. Knowing this beforehand didn't change that fact. You were hesitant to jump into it with the Destined One, but there were no other ways for you to continue forward without him. You were grateful that the kindness of the Fourth Sister extended to you as well. She had safely taken you both into the Hollow. 

The Fourth Sister was another one whose outcome you tried to rewrite. Knowing her fate if the Destined One were to continue tearing the talisman made you consider deeply whether or not you should advise him not to do so. You ultimately chose to stay your hand as your companion tore each talisman. You hoped your choice was the right one; that a chance of a future outside of this Hollow was one she’d take even if it meant becoming a captive of the Celestial Court. You wanted to believe in that chance and couldn't make yourself take it away. 

You spent much of the time in The Hollow clinging to the Destined Ones back or having him catch you as you traversed from platform to platform. Your guard and stress were at an all time high as you thought of every possibility while Yaoguais ambushed you from above and below. Nothing was changing. Even when you warned Bajie or the Fourth Sister, everything was falling into place as they should. As the Destined One kept you both alive you worked to think of a way, any way to make just one change. You felt yourself sink further into despair as every moment played out as it had before. Your unprecedented presence had made no difference. 

~

You were silent as The Hollow was left behind. Bajie was the same, both of you were deep in thought, matching the usual energy which The Destined One carried with him. Your gaze was unfocused, your mind elsewhere. Many times you were stopped by the Young Sage from walking into a tree or off a dangerous ledge. His arm would wrap around your waist protectively or his hand would be placed on your shoulder to redirect you. You would apologize to him before sinking back into your stupor. 

Bajie was the same, if not worse. It would take several attempts to get his attention and once he acknowledged you with a grunt his mind would go back to where it was the very next moment. When a hostile Yaoguai appeared on your path, Bajie didn’t even glance at it until he was flung back from an attack. This made him turn into his boar form, crushing the Yaoguai against a tree. When he returned to his usual self, he made no acknowledgement of what happened. He simply kept walking. 

You couldn’t stop wondering how you could have acted differently, how you could’ve guided them from this preordained path. If you have been more clever - if you have figured out a way, then Bajie wouldn’t be mourning. The Fourth Sister wouldn’t have been captured. Five daughters wouldn’t be digging a grave. You clutched at your arm, nails digging into your skin. What use was your knowledge if you could do nothing with it? What use were you to any of them? Your hands ran through your hair as the same question was brought forth. For what reason were you here? 

At some point a fire was started and a blanket draped gently around you. You shook out of your state briefly to look up and see the Destined One stirring something in a pot over the fire. You hadn’t noticed the sun had begun to set. You weren’t even sure when you had even sat down. You looked around and found that Bajie was nowhere to be seen. Looking at the inventory the Destined One laid out you noted some items were missing: several jars of brew and a few pieces of food. You gave a strong guess or two as to what happened to them and Bajie. 

The Destined One produced a bowl and spoon, ladling out hot broth. You watched him walk to you, crouching down to hand you the bowl. You accepted it, but made no movement to begin eating. The Destined One plopped down beside you. You could sense he was troubled as he took the bowl back from you. He stirred the broth once, then filled the spoon half-way before holding it beside your lips. You gazed up at him. 

His brow was slightly furrowed, mouth tilted in a small worried frown, and his eyes were urging you to please eat. You felt your heart ache. Guilt washed over you as you looked at his expression. You turned back to the food, leaning forward to sip at the broth. You quietly continued to let him feed you. When you asked if he’d prepared any for himself he interrupted your question by spooning you more broth. You swallowed quickly then put your hand up as a barrier.

“I’m not going to eat anymore if you aren’t going to eat at all,” you said. The Destined One stared at you for a beat then took the bowl to his lips. You felt yourself smile a little watching his tail lash behind him. You then obediently ate the rest of the soup. You had him finish off the last spoonful himself then leaned into his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you said. In response the Young Sage bumped his head against yours as his tail wrapped around you. His arm pulled you closer to him as your vision began to blur. “I’m sorry…” you repeated quietly. The Destined One held you knowing that your last apology wasn’t for him. 

~

You found Bajie at the edge of a nearby lake with a jar of brew in hand. Several jars were already emptied and tossed aside. You sat down beside him as he finished another and added it onto the growing pile. He wiped his mouth, eyes trained on the still lake. 

“What do you want?” Bajie asked bluntly, tearing another bottle open. 

“A drink,” you answered, grabbing a bottle of your own. 

You felt Bajie’s gaze shift to you as you tore the brew open and tilted it back, taking in large gulps of alcohol. You almost slammed the bottle down as you let out a heavy sigh. 

“You don’t drink,” Bajie said incredulously.

“Since when?” You responded, glancing sideways at him. 

Bajie seemed to think for a moment then held out his jar towards you. In return you held out your own drink, tapping it against his. With that small toast you both took a swig from your drinks and sat in silence staring out onto the lake. The last colors of twilight were fading. As the full moon began to rise you watched as fireflies slowly blinked awake. 

You didn’t know what to say to Bajie. No apologies would come without explanations you couldn’t give. Bajie was the same, bound by a similar rule that had you both brood in silence. You thought of the little girl; the youngest of the Spider Sisters. You remembered the expression on her face as she watched Bajie walk away. Again and again everything brought you back into the same loop, the same feeling of helplessness. You felt you wanted to throw something to hear it shatter and break apart. Instead you took a big swig in a pathetic attempt to drown and shut those thoughts out. 

The night continued like this until the moon shone its reflection onto the center of the lake. You and Bajie continued to drink, neither of you stepping from your own worlds. The alcohol was coursing through you. You felt buzzed as the ground swayed ever so slightly. Your mind felt like it had been soaked, half-heartedly rinsed, then left out to dry as the brew washed over your senses. Out of the corner of your vision you saw Bajie turn from the lake and sigh heavily as he closed his eyes. 

“Do you regret it?” the question left you before your mind fully comprehended it. Yet, you didn’t feel any panic once you did. You just wanted to hear the answer. You watched the subtle ripples of the reflected moon as Bajie kept his eyes closed. You thought he hadn’t heard you. A small part of you was grateful, ready to rebuild the broken silence. Then Bajie opened his eyes. 

“A better question is,” Bajie said, picking up a rock and turning it in his hand, “would I do it all again?” 

You stared at the lake, watching the fireflies lazily dancing on its surface. 

“Would you?” you asked. 

“Would you?” he asked right back. 

Your hand went to the scar on your arm. Flashes of memories flipped through your mind. From the moment you fell into this world to now. You thought of all those times your life was in peril, the struggle it took for you to adapt, the fear, the ache of home, the helplessness, and this evolved deep rooted guilt. You felt your hand clutch at your drink harder as your arms held yourself together. Then the Destined One appeared in your mind. You thought of his eyes, his smile, his little mannerisms, his gentle hands, the moments you two shared, his warmth, his fury, his joy, his pain. Him. You thought of Bajie. The stories he’d tell you as you rested. The times he’d fight alongside the Young Sage. The way he cared for you beneath that layer of gruffness. How he’s sitting beside you now, sharing a moment to drink with you.  

“Yes…” you said. 

“Then you have your answer,” replied Bajie. 

Even if this journey ends in pain and tragedy you already knew. If given the choice, you’d choose to do it all again. Bajie makes a sound between a grunt and a hum. He turned the rock once more then tossed it into the lake where it skipped twice disturbing and dispelling the image of the moon. You watched the ripples smooth itself out, sipping from your drink. 

Bajie spoke up, “Your turn,” he said. 

“Hm?” you picked at the grass, becoming more aware of how warm your body had become from the drink. 

“I’m owed a story,” said Bajie. 

You laughed then emptied the last sips of your bottle before wiping your mouth. Your hand went to grab another, humming as you undid the seal on the brew. 

“Have I ever told you about the time I was captured by bandits?” 

“No, but I am not surprised. You attract unwanted dangers like our Master had. Might as well wear a sign reading Free Morsel.”

“Funnily enough, they thought I was your master,” you said, ignoring his quip. 

Bajie choked on his drink, “Those idiots thought you-” Bajie burst into laughter, hitting the ground as he did so. You could only make out some snippets of what he was saying in-between his cackling. 

“They thought-you! A pious monk! Oh yes, I see you are just brimming with virtuosity.” 

You rolled your eyes as Bajie’s laughter settled down to a controllable chuckle. 

“I couldn’t have been this cheeky when I first asked you for a story,” you grumbled. 

“Oh no, you were much worse,” countered Bajie. 

“Can I tell my story now?” 

Bajie tilted his drink to you, “Floor’s all yours, kid.” 

Bajie listened as you recounted the event of your capture. You skimped a bit on the details regarding the argument you and the Destined One were going through. He mumbled about how you were “Just like Master” when you shared how you were caught unawares to be consumed. He seemed to enjoy your description of the rats and their little tussle. He snickered when you told him the lie you had fed them. 

“They really believed that?” 

“I’m still telling the story, Bajie.” 

Bajie seemed gripped as you told him about the rising tensions the group had when they argued on what to do with you. Then came the moment the rat leader opened his mouth to take a bite of you. You built on that suspense up to when the Destined One dramatically appeared to save you which had Bajie grunt. 

“What a surprise,” Bajie said sarcastically. 

You must’ve been a bit too descriptive in how you described the Destined One as he battled the rats because Bajie interrupted you by saying, “Yes, yes the dashing little monkey prince came and rescued you. What happened afterwards?” 

You paused. “Afterwards?” you repeated. You blinked as the events of ‘afterwards’ replayed in your mind. You were grateful your cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol. You cleared your throat, absentmindedly swirling your drink around and feeling there was a little over half of it left. You avoided looking at Bajie. 

“Nothing much, we just continued the journey as usual,” you said casually. 

“Huh, figured the kid wasn’t one to take advantage of the situation.” Bajie commented. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, such a romantic rescue usually ends with a kiss at the very least.” 

You froze. You couldn’t tell if the way Bajie was leaning forward out of the corner of your eye meant he was knowingly teasing you or you were just imagining it. Bajie continued, “So nothing hap-” 

You threw your drink back, gulping it all down loudly as some of it spilled from the corners of your mouth. 

“Woah, slow down, kid. You’ll drown yourself drinking that much all at once,” Bajie warned.

You didn’t listen. Tossing your empty drink aside, you grabbed and ripped into another, giving Bajie a brazen smile. 

“Scared I’ll out drink you, old man?” 

Bajie seemed taken aback for a moment then flashed you a grin. He emptied his drink down his gullet, mirroring you in grabbing another. 

“Big words from such an impudent human. You’ll be regretting that tonight,” Bajie said. 

“Such a powerful Yaoguai like yourself s’got more to lose,” you replied spilling a little of your drink as you offered him a toast, “And only tonight, Bajie? No, you’ll be the one regretting this come morning.” 

Bajie snorted, almost crashing his drink against yours. 

“We’ll see about that.” 

~

You couldn’t stop laughing. The ground was constantly moving. The world seemed to take a moment to catch up every time your gaze shifted. Your words were slurring, tumbling over each other. You and Bajie were constantly switching between tearful laughter and heated arguments. All of which were nonsensical. The arguments escalated into petty bets. Who can chug the fastest without pause? Who can throw the most accurately? Who can stack the taller brew tower? Though you won your fair share Bajie was quite ahead in wins which made you challenge him again and again. More and more silly bets came and went. You’d just beaten him in a very fair and not at all skewed agility test when Bajie spoke up, almost tripping over an empty jar. 

“Alright, I know one-one thing. I can summon that kid without speaking a single word.” 

You tilted your head in thought, your drink tilted with you spilling a bit on the ground. You didn’t pay that much mind as you squinted at Bajie. 

“And no using your powers?” you questioned. 

“Not one,” assured Bajie. 

Bajie stumbled over to you and waved you closer like he’s about to share a secret. Without much or really any thought you leaned down. Bajie reached his hand out and flicked you hard on the head. You yelped, clutching your head as you fell to the ground. You went back and forth cursing at Bajie and groaning out “Why.” The answer came when two familiar hands pried yours from your face. The Destined One had been successfully summoned. The Destined One turned your head to examine it. Joy at seeing him sparked back into irritation towards Bajie as you heard him cackling on the ground. Bajie pointed to you, “Take that one back to camp before they drink all my alcohol.” 

“Don’t listen to him, he’s drunk,” you huffed. 

“You’re drunk!” Bajie retorted. 

The Young Sage made to take you into his arms, an offer you’d never thought you’d turn down. In your drunken stupor indignation and stubbornness flared, catching ablaze on the alcohol coursing through you.

“Now it’s fair,” you threw an arm around the Destined One and pointed at Bajie, “As a team we’re taking you down, old man.” 

Bajie guffawed, “You think adding the kid is enough to match the Zhu Bajie?” 

“If you’re too scared now that my monkey prince is here, then go ahead and cut me off,” you challenged. Bajie’s ear twitched. He walked up to the Destined One and shoved a drink into his hand. The Young Sage looked at the drink then at Bajie. 

“Your pre-requisite,” Bajie said slyly. 

The Destined One looked at you still hanging onto his shoulders. You were grinning stupidly back at him, giving him a thumbs up for encouragement. The Young Sage downed the drink in one breath. You watched mesmerized as the drink spilled from his lips and trickled down his throat. You felt something smack you on the shoulder. Tearing away from the Destined One you looked at the ground where a pebble was rolling to a stop. You frowned at Bajie. 

“Quit your gawking, I can see you drooling from here,” said the Pig Guai.

The Destined One threw the empty jar aside looking roguishly, sinfully, and devastatingly handsome as he wiped his mouth with his wrist. You grinned at Bajie who responded with a chuckle, “You’ve got some catch-up to do, Nephew. I’ve got ‘em beat eight to one.” 

“You lying piece of-” 

The games began. 

An outlooker could describe the scene and sound like they’re about to tell a joke. A monkey, a pig, and a human were drunkenly running around near a lake scattering the nearby fireflies and small wildlife. Every so often the human would be yelling at the pig as he shoved more drinks into the monkey’s hand. The monkey remained unphased by the amount of alcohol he consumed and was the only one not swaying on their feet. At some point, someone's mother was being insulted. 

Bajie’s challenges were becoming more ruthless. The beginning was a simple game of rock skipping. Bajie had made an impressive six skips while your own rock sank to the bottom of the lake immediately. The Destined One had picked up a rock without much thought and flicked it across the lake's surface. The rock skipped across the lake, going well beyond six and continuing into the distance. You jumped onto his back with a fist in the air. Bajie was quick to prepare for the next game. 

The Destined One dominated them all. No matter the amount of drinks that Bajie handed him he didn’t seem even the slightest bit buzzed. You saw that he wore a subtle grin;  his tail swayed to and fro as Bajie challenged him again and again. He was fully enjoying himself. You didn’t mind at all that he was carrying you in almost every challenge being much too busy laughing and stumbling around as you cheered him on. Eventually, Bajie threw up his hands. 

“Alright! Final challenge,” Bajie swayed heavily pointing back and forth between the two of you. You were being carried on the Destined Ones shoulders as you switched between drinking and having him drink from the same jar. Bajie had just lost to a simple game of rock paper scissors in which you were the victor. The Destined One had held you up as you laughed victoriously. 

Bajie’s words were heavily slurred as he went back and forth between the line of drunken delight and vexation. Bajie patted around his body then produced a small jade pendant which he almost dropped. Bajie held it up for you and the Young Sage to see. 

“A simple game,” Bajie hiccuped, “of keep away.” 

You watched as Bajie took a few steps back, making some distance between you and the Destined One. Bajie walked into the lake till the water reached his waist. You patted the Destined One gently on his head. He set you down from his shoulders. You knew this one was truly for everything. 

“Five minutes should be enough for you two numskulls,” Bajie said, “Come at me, the both of you!” Bajie tossed the pendant up. You followed its trajectory as it ascended, readying yourself to dash towards it. Beside you, the Destined One did the same. In slow motion, your eyes followed the pendant as it descended. In the next moment, you watched as a catfish met it halfway and swallowed it. The very same catfish fell back into the lake with a small plop, disappearing below the surface. You stood there, staring as the ripples of the lake smoothed out again. It took you too long to comprehend what just happened. For a moment, you and the Destined One stared at the silent, unmoving lake. In the next, you were wading through the water calling Bajie a list of colorful names and terms which this world had yet to hear. 

You addressed the Young Sage. “Any fish-like transformation in your arsenal?” you asked, already knowing the answer. The Destined One shook his head. You kicked at the water in vain. As sudden as it came, you felt your anger douse itself out. That little cheater. You couldn’t say you wouldn’t have done the same if you were in Bajie’s shoes. Or would it be hooves? 

You laid back onto the water, mindlessly floating about. You let yourself swear at Bajie one more time with a smile as you swore revenge. Fireflies flew in and out of your sight. The moon was outdoing itself tonight as it shined brightly in a sea full of twinkling stars. A familiar face appeared in your vision. The Destined One looked down at you as your head bumped against his leg. 

“I’d ask you to join me, but I’m not too sure if you float,” you said. He seemed happy enough to simply watch you.

After five minutes, Bajie appeared bursting from the lake shaking off excess water onto you and the Destined One. You stood up to glare at him and give him a splash back. He tsked at you. 

“Hey now, it’s a bad look to be so sore after losing,” Bajie chided. You flicked water at him defiantly. Bajie ignored the little water droplets you pelted at him. 

“As winner,” he continued, ignoring your jeering, “I declare you both cut off from drinking anymore of my alcohol and you shall call me King Bajie the Unparalleled from now on.” 

“We’re not doing that,” you said then sneezed into your elbow. Your drenched clothes clung to your body as the Destined One scooped you up into his arms, ignoring how his own clothes were getting soaked. 

“Yes, take that insolent human away, Nephew.” said Bajie in a haughty tone, waving you both off. 

You opened your mouth to reply, but ended up sneezing again. The Destined One turned away quickly, wading out of the lake to get you onto dry land. You turned to Bajie, ready to counter him with an insult. Your tongue stilled as you looked at him. Where Bajie was just standing, a young man now stood watching you both leave with a forlorn smile on his face. He was tall, handsome, with an almost exalted air surrounding him. As the fireflies blinked in and out around him, he turned away from you, his long dark hair shrouding his face. You didn’t dare blink, not even when the trees and foliage began obscuring your vision. You watched as the young man looked up at the moon, turning that little jade pendant in his hand.

~

You were snuggled in the Young Sage’s arms as he carried you back to camp. A blanket of drowsiness wrapped itself around you. Cut off and kicked out, you finally felt the exhaustion of the day catch up to you. Looking up through half-lidded eyes, your hands went to trace the Destined One’s face. Dreamily, you brushed through his fur. 

“It’s so soft,” you said as you scratched the back of his head. He leaned into your hand then tilted his head this way and that to make sure you get every good spot. 

You laughed, “You are adorable.” 

The Destined One blinked. That was a newer compliment. You knew it was one you typically kept to yourself, but you didn’t care. Your inhibitions had been washed away, perhaps abandoned at the edge of the lake a drink or two ago. In this moonlight, underneath the sky dusted full of stars the Destined One looked much too- “Handsome,” you said out loud. The Young Sage seemed surprised, but fully embraced your sudden praise with a smile. You kept them coming, his subtle joy at your words pushing you on until you were babbling. You talked about how fun tonight was, you wondered if he’d ever gotten drunk, then you would double back to complimenting him again. His eyes, his smile, his hands, that tail of his, everything about him you flooded with shameless praise. The Young Sage looked close to laughing. 

You couldn’t make out the details of anything. The world was an unfocused blur on an unfinished painting. The only thing clear to you was him. You smiled wistfully, looking into his eyes. 

“You know, before I came here I-” a sudden wave of nausea hit you. You covered your mouth as you felt yourself salivate. The Destined One quickly put you down where you braced yourself against a tree and emptied your stomach. The Destined One steadied you with a hand on your back. You felt sick and dizzy, no longer able to open your eyes without the world spinning out of control. The next instances came in snapshots: being cleaned up, changed, asking for water, groaning, more vomiting, more water. You fell asleep curled up next to the Young Sage, clutching at his robes while he combed his hands gently through your hair. 

~

The next morning, you woke up feeling dehydrated with a throbbing headache. You squinted in the light of the sun, catching your pig guai companion fairing the same across the way. Both of you groaned as the consequences of your actions produced an unforgiving hangover. 

The Young Sage was just fine, you could make out his fuzzy shape warming up in the distance with his staff. He’d left a little kettle beside the embers of a dying fire already heated and ready. You forced yourself up and poured a cup of hot tea with shaky hands. Bajie stayed where he was, but continued his lament of groans as he tried to cover his eyes from the sunlight. He hadn't made it to his bedding last night which sat unused only half a foot away from him. You placed the steaming cup near Bajie, his ear twitched as it followed your movements. You poured yourself another cup and took a sip, shivering as the hot liquid coursed through you. 

Bajie slowly sat up, taking the drink you’d given him. He took a sip and shivered as he closed his eyes. 

“Thanks, kid,” Bajie said. 

You gave him a small hum in response. Birds were greeting you with their chorus as a warm breeze blew through your hair. The Destined One returned, sitting beside you and handing you breakfast already prepared. You looked at him as you held your pulsing head. Your memories after leaving Bajie were hazy and jumbled, as if someone wiped at the pages of your mind while the ink was still drying.

“Did I say anything weird last night?” you asked. 

The Destined One tilted his head in thought. He gave you a small, almost indiscernible, mischievous smile and shook his head. You probed him more as that tail of his flicked back and forth. The Young Sage took your cup and sipped at it, remaining unmoved as you pestered him on what you could’ve possibly said. Bajie, with eyes still closed, spoke up, “Silence,” he said, “The Unparalleled King Bajie commands it.” 

A passerby could describe the scene that happened afterwards and sound like they’re about to tell a joke.

[honey-bell-aint-well]

How would Fresh react if a host he possessed, who knew what he was, wasn't resisting that much because they understood his situation and couldn't blame him, I mean he has to do that to live, and instead asked him to at least not drain them whole and leave them before they become unrecoverable, like that would be fair cause both of them deserve to live, and also just being very miserable and hurting and sad and silently begging for comfort and the same understanding they gave to him while they give him the saddest kicked puppy look in the mindscape/their imagination, ideally wanting to share control or at least for Fresh to occasionally humor them and listen to music or consume fiction they like, but doubting that would ever happen, and generally just hoping for Fresh to not be unnecessarily cruel?

First of all: Thank you for asking me a question about Fresh! Now I get to ramble >:3

Second: Interesting question. For the host it would be terrible, and I question why they would be so ready to hand their life over to someone else. Do they not have family or friends, are they not invested in their own life? Why? Are they a host by force or were they manipulated into it? Or did they give themselves up willingly? If it's the latter, then why?

Fresh probably wouldn't give them acknowledgement. He doesn't have the capacity to care about them, and he thinks of hosts as just tools. He wouldn't be cruel to them, because why unnecessarily hurt a body he's using? He doesn't want to feel pain.

But he canonically does enjoy it when the person he's possessing feels pain from him feeding on their soul. A quote from CQ: "In honesty, he’s just being sadistic and enjoys gaining control over others, especially if he tricked them beforehand. Possessing a crowd of people and making them do what he wants, just makes HIM happy. And by ‘happy’ I do mean his extremely numb, limited view on it."

But if he possesses them AFTER the Loveball? If he becomes capable of guilt, I think he'd still ignore their pleas, but this time out of a sense of self-preservation rather than indifference. I think he'd start to hate himself for it, but would be unable to even comprehend giving up the safety of having a host. His drive for survival is extremely strong. I think he can survive outside of a host, but his parasite form is very weak. I think he'd consider having a host to be necessary.

I also think he'd still be sadistic and enjoy their pain, but the enjoyment would be pretty soured by all of his new negative emotions.

I think, out of guilt, he'd let the host listen to songs and read fiction [as long as it isn't inappropriate. If it is then he'd censor it]. He'd probably do it very rarely though, and he'd be mad at himself for doing so. He's not used to guilt, and he doesn't understand why he's doing these things even though it doesn't benefit him. [Clarification: He'd be confused, but he'd default to anger because he's really bad at dealing with his emotions].

Over time as he feels more, he might begin to consider them more than just a tool. At that point, I think the guilt would be so strong that he'd feel physically sick. I don't know what he would do in that case.

And then there's the whole Loveball existential crisis. That definitely factors into this, but I'm not exactly sure how. He'd definitely keep trying to appear as his usual radical self, no matter how he feels. He might not succeed sometimes though, because having your entire worldview flipped.. that has the tendency of affecting people and how they interact with the world around them.

Thank you for asking! :D

[fandoms-writings]

i have one for u !!!

7 from angst & 6 from smut with bucky barnes? i angsty/smut is like… 🤭🤭

Pairing: ceramics professor!bucky x fem!student!reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, unprotected vaginal sex, p in v sex, pet names: sir, sweetheart, baby. a little angst, but i was having a rough time with the angst so i did what i could.

A/N: listen - i know i said that the event was for drabbles but i get very easily carried away sooooo yeah - i hope you enjoy!! &lt;3

Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist || Event Post

Bucky hadn't meant to get so. . . involved with you. At least, not the way it had turned out. 

At first it wasn't a problem, you were just someone in the bar at the beginning of summer who caught his eye and let him shoot his shot. He'd fucked you in the bathroom of that very bar before taking you back to his place to do it again. 

You'd become fuck buddies over the summer, hooking up whenever you could, but trying to keep it on the down low because neither of you wanted a real relationship at the time. 

And it was fine, it worked. 

Until summer was over. He told you he was going to be busier than usual and you said the same. Neither of you had given the other a reason as to why, but it didn't take long for the both of you to figure it out. 

He went to work, to bide his time until he would allow himself to call you, setting up at the front of the studio. Copies of his syllabus were laid out on the tables, his throwing wheel was cleaned and ready for a demonstration, though he wouldn't be demonstrating anything today. That would be later in the week. 

The first few classes went by without a hitch, and he was glad to have almost all of the students filling his room actually interested in being there. Usually, the fresh college kids didn't really want to be there at all so there was minimal effort, but they actually seemed like they cared this year. 

He'd reset up the room again for the last group of the day, erasing the information on the board and rewriting his name. He may have been old school like that, not many of the other professors did it, but he knew some people had trouble hearing so it helped to have a visual. 

Students started filing in one by one, some of them already in small groups of two or three, but there was one laugh that had his blood turning to ice in his veins. He took a calming breath, as calming as it could be, and peaked over his shoulder behind him, finding you. 

You were smiling and laughing with who he assumed was a friend of yours, and he was sure you hadn't even noticed him yet. He watched as you looked at the syllabus on the table in front of you, reading it over but not really paying it any mind. 

He hadn't told you his first or last name during any of your time together. He was just 'Bucky' to you so why would you take notice of his true name on the paper? 

After finding his focus again, he decided to just go about the class as if it was any other group of students. Ignoring the elephant in the room that only the two of you knew about. 

When class was over though, you stayed behind, waiting for him to finish speaking with everyone else before you approached him, even allowing those who'd come in after you to ask their questions first. 

"So," You walked up to his desk, being mindful to leave an appropriate amount of distance between the two of you, "Guess this means we stop, huh?" 

He looked up at you then, properly looked at you for the first time that day. There wasn't a single sign of anger or negativity on your face, only pure understanding and patience. And maybe a little disappointment. 

"Yeah," he said, "I guess so." 

You nodded, "Well, just don't be a stranger, kay?" He could see the sadness starting to flood in your eyes as you waited for his confirmation. 

"I promise," he nodded, and you gave him a sad smile before turning around, walking out of his room. 

Things continued like that for a while. He'd come around when you needed help, showing tips and tricks he'd picked up over the years. Bucky tried keeping it a professional relationship, but it was harder than he thought it would be. 

He couldn't be around you for too long without feeling the need to touch you again. He couldn't stare at your hands for too long, working the clay, or he'd remember how your hands felt on his skin, raking down his back. 

But he just needed to make it until the end of the semester, and he could do that, right? 

~

Fall break, your saving grace from feeling like drowning in work and it was only the first semester. How were you ever going to get through this? 

The campus was almost deserted, practically everyone had gone on vacation or gone home to their families for the break. You stayed behind, hoping to get a head start on the next quarter's assignments and notes. 

And you'd been doing that, until the little voice in your head had gained some courage and made you want to ask the question it had been asking you for weeks. Since the first day of the semester. 

You needed to find Bucky, and you were pretty sure you knew where to look. 

Gathering your bag and your purse from the table, you deserted the library and headed for the art building. You knew the building would be open, for those students who hadn't gone home, like you. What you were worried about was if his door would open. 

And it didn't. It was locked. But there was one more place you knew to check. 

~

There was a knocking on the door, and when Bucky looked up from his sculpture to see who was on the other side of the glass door, his heart all but stopped. 

There you were, holding your sweater around you tight as you fought off the chill the wind brought. Your legs were bare beneath your skirt and he just knew you were freezing out there. What were you doing here? 

He wiped his hands off with the clean rag as he made his way over to the door, the smile on your face when you saw him through the glass made his breath hitch and his heart stutter as he unlocked the latch. 

"What're you doing here?" He asked, stepping aside so you could come in out of the cold. 

"I need to ask you something," You said, the urgency in your voice setting off alarm bells. 

"How did you know I was here?" 

"I know you, how else do you think I found you?"

He nodded, "Right." You did know him. He tried to forget how well you knew him sometimes. "So what's your question?" 

"Do you think," You started, fidgeting with the cuffs of your sweater, your nerves starting to take over. You bit your lip as you thought about your question now. You really shouldn't ask it, you know you shouldn't. But you needed to know. And hell, you came all the way down here, so you may as well. "Do you think we could restart what we had over the summer once the semester is over?" 

His body tensed as his eyes locked on you. "What?" 

Your heart was racing and you could hear the roar of your blood rushing in your ears. "You heard me." It came out barely above a whisper, but that's all you could muster yourself to do. You couldn't ask it again, there was no way. 

He hugged a breath out through his nose, "But why?" 

You tried not to let it show in your eyes how hollow your chest suddenly felt. No matter how badly you wanted to back away, you stood your ground, but you could feel your shoulders shrinking in on you. "What do you mean why?" 

He looked to the ground, his hands settling on his hips. The silence was deafening as the pit in your chest only grew in anticipation. The longer you waited for an answer, the more you could feel the dam breaking, the tears welling in your eyes. 

"Bucky?" You whispered and he finally looked up at you, looking just as wrecked as you felt. 

"Why me?" He asked, his voice hoarse. "Do you realize how beautiful you are? Anyone would be lucky to have you - someone your age." 

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. It wasn't that he didn't want you - it was the morals of the whole thing. "Maybe," You walked up to him, standing mere inches from him as you looked up to meet his eyes, "But none of them are you." 

"It's wrong," He muttered, holding impossibly still as you took another small step forward. 

"I can keep a secret." 

"I could lose my license." 

"So we wait," You whispered, your lips brushing against his as you spoke, "We wait until I'm not your student." 

"Yeah?" He asked, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

You nodded, "yeah." 

You looked up to see his eyes locked onto your lips. You nudged his nose with the tip of yours, getting his attention back to your eyes and you barely registered the crack in his resolve before his lips were on yours and his hands were cradling your face. 

It was an all too familiar exchange, one you two knew well as his hands roamed your body, guiding you back towards a table. But it was different this time. There was a new feeling in your heart as he picked you up by your hips and set you on the table's surface, your knees parting for him to stand between them.

His hands dove under your sweater and your shirt, palming your breasts, pulling you as close to him as he could get you while he let your tongue taste every corner of his mouth. 

"We shouldn't be doing this," your words were swallowed by him and he groaned. 

"One more time," He whispered, moving to your neck, "Just one more." His mouth attached to your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 

"One more," You agreed, reaching for his pants, unbuttoning them so you could fit your hand past the waist line and into his boxers. Wrapping your hand around his length, you gave a small tug, earning a groan into your neck. 

His fingers moved to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up to your hips and cupping your sex over your panties, groaning at the dampness already there. 

"You're already wet, sweetheart," He smirked at you as he pulled away to look at you. "You missed my touch that much, hm?" 

You nodded, whining out, "Yes - need you." 

He cooed at you as he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side, swiping his fingers through your folds, smirking at the whine that escaped your throat. "God I missed this." 

You shoved his pants down, freeing his cock and letting it land over your clit, the sensation sending a jolt through you. He groaned as he swiped his cock through your folds, gathering the slick he could before lining himself up and pushing himself in, holding the side of your neck as he did. 

A whine broke free from your lips and his hand around your neck tightened, "I know baby, I just couldn't wait, need to feel you around me." He pushed further in, watching as your cunt sucked him further in. 

You gasped as he bottomed out, pushing in all the way to the base, making you remember how full he made you feel. 

"Fuck," he groaned, his head tipping back, "you feel amazing." He started rolling his hips, doing shallow thrusts, savoring the moment as your walls fluttered around him. 

But you wanted more. You needed him to move. 

You hooked your feet behind him, your legs around his waist, and you pulled him towards you. 

His head came back down as he looked at you. "Desperate baby?" 

You reached forward, fisting his shirt and pulling him down towards you, whispering, "Show me how much you missed me." 

His hand on the side of your neck moved down to rest over the lower part of your stomach and his other one wrapped under one of your legs, propping your ass up. "You wanna feel how much I missed you, huh?"

You nodded, the excitement bubbling in your stomach, your walls clenching around him. 

"Okay baby." 

He set a brutal pace, pushing down on your stomach to make you feel him even deeper. 

"Oh fuck -" You tried to hold yourself up on your elbows, the bits of dried clay digging into your skin, but you didn't notice, not with how he was pounding into you. 

"You're so good for me," He grunted, leaning forward and moving his hand back up to your neck, wrapping around the front of it, keeping you from falling to the table. "So fucking good around me." A loud moan tore from your chest when he angled your hips down and he smiled, "Fucking made for me. Aren't you?" 

All you could do was nod as you tried to catch your breath, regardless of how useless that would be. 

"Use your words," He demanded, and it made the band in your stomach tighten. 

"Yes!" You got out, "made for you - fuck - just you." 

"That's right," He let your throat go, moving his thumb to press on your clit, "and while we wait, no one else gets to touch you, you got that?" 

You nodded, "Yes, sir." 

His thumb circled your bundle of nerves, "You wanna cum sweetheart?" 

"Please," You all but cried, "please please please, sir." 

"Give me a good one then," His thumb pressed down harder, circled in time with his hips, "Give me one to think about when I'm missing you, yeah?" 

Your jaw went slack as the band snapped, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm washed over you. The blood was rushing in your ears and you almost - almost - missed what he said. 

"Wish I could cum in you," He grunted, watching your cunt swallow him back in, over and over. 

"Do it," Your voice was hoarse and you were panting, but he heard it. You know he did because his pace faltered, but only for a second. 

"Fuck," his hands gripped your hips, sure to leave bruises. "Fuckfuckfu- " 

He buried himself as far as your cunt would allow him, holding your hips to his as his cock twitched before painting your walls with his spend. You moaned with him, loving the way it felt. 

Neither of you moved for a while, just looking at each other, taking in as many details as you could. 

It was going to be a long few months. 

But it would be worth it. 

[the-ellia-west]

Raavas 3/3 - Mind tricks

This one is VERY long and I profusely apologize. If you don't want to read it. I will not take offense

(3 years after 2/3 - Raavas is 19)

Raavas marveled silently at the forest, eyes darting from feathers to flowers as he soaked in the faint green light filtering through the leaves overhead. He knelt, trailing his claws lightly through the soft blades of grass and soaking in every moment of freedom.

But just as he closed his eyes for a moment to think, a gentle voice jarred him back to reality. “Raavas. May I speak with you?”

The Harpy jumped, feathers bristling and claws flexing at his mentor’s presence. “Yeah, sure.”

“Are you…” Evellias paused to consider his question and changed it to a statement. “We’re approaching the caverns.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

“Do you… want any help with anything?”

“No. I’ll be fine. Thank you for asking though.” Raavas watched the older warrior out of the corner of his eye as he nodded, and hesitantly retreated.

Evellias sat by the fire and began to polish his shield. As he usually did when he was trying to think. Raavas knew that look in his eyes better than any. A deep regret and defeat, as if he was lost and trying desperately to find a path he recognized. A few minutes flaked away as the Harpy tried to consider his options.

“Evellias?” Raavas reached for his mentor's shoulder. But he stopped as his claws brushed the edges of his mentor's tunic.

Evellias whirled toward him, knuckles turning white as he clutched the shield. He stopped as his eyes met his apprentice’s. “Um… hey Raavas. What is it?”

The two men stared at one another for a moment, both at a loss for words. Evellias crawling with hundreds of questions and Raavas burning with the desire to spill his entire guts to the man who’d raised him. But as he opened his mouth to speak, a crushing weight of anxiety pushed the words back into his throat with a barrage of what-ifs.

“Are you ready?”

“If you are.”

Raavas fixed his coat as he brushed a claw along the wall. The caves of desire, the only way.

The two men nodded to one another and headed forward into the darkness. They huddled close together for what seemed hours before a gleaming light in the distance caught Raavas’ attention. He squinted at it and shifted lightly. But remembering his mentor's words before their journey, shook his head. No, he needed to stay focused. But when he returned his attention to his steps, he found no warmth at his back.

“Evellias?” The Harpy’s feathers bristled as he spun in a circle, trying to find his mentor in the infinite darkness.

But as he stopped, panic seeping into his mind at the fear he’d been left behind, the soft light of a torch in the distance caught his attention. A faint familiar voice called out to him in a word he couldn’t quite make out. “Evellias?” Raavas moved cautiously toward the light, and froze as the fire washed over him and he found himself in the living room of Evellias’ home.

A little figure sat on the arm of the chair, laughing as two other familiar figures told stories and played games with him. Little wings, soft feathers, grey and black hair, talons, and fingers. Helping hands and toy swords.

Raavas stopped, tension leaving his body as he recognized his past. Long winter nights spent with his family. The brothers who’d taken him in. Who’d loved him like a son and nephew. Who he’d trusted.

He stepped over, wishing he could sit by that fire again, and listen to Aery’s stories, joke around with Evellias over a card game. But as he hesitantly reached for them, the vision in front of him faded to a mirror. A vision of himself, and beside him, his younger self, grinning.

And as he looked into the mirror, he couldn’t help but compare them. The little harpy, happy, safe, warm, and obedient. Himself hungry, tired, scared, and desperate to be someone.

“Sad isn’t it? How much things can change.”

Raavas jumped at the voice, drawing his sword. “Who’s there?”

“The caves.”

“What…”

Raavas glanced around in the darkness, and his eyes locked on a new scene of Evellias and Aery speaking as he played on the other side of the room.

“They’re your family. The only home you’ve ever known. You want to help them. Because you love them. But you’re scared that if you do anything wrong, you could prove their fears right.”

Raavas stopped. “How do you know that?”

“You told me.”

“What?”

“You said it the second you entered my home. The tension in your shoulders, the fear in your eyes, the way you grip that sword, your calling for your master. I want to help you.”

“What do you mean? Have you been watching us?”

“No. I’ve heard you. Felt you. I am the caves. And I know you, Raavas. Your worries, your fears, your loves, your heart, your desires. So I have no reason to distrust you.”

The harpy lowered his sword. “You… what?”

“I trust you.” The cave repeated, softer, more earnest.

“You trust… me?”

“I do. And I wish to help you if you’d let me.”

Raavaas froze, the phrase enveloping his whole mind. I trust you.

“Aren’t you tired of worrying? It must be so tiring to watch your every step.”

“It is… I suppose.” the Harpy aimed the tip of his sword toward the stone of the ground,

“Constantly being reminded of how they’re human and you’re not. They make you feel so… wrong. Especially when they talk about you like you’re an animal. You’re not. You can think, you can feel their words, and you know who you are. You’re not just some creature. You’re special.”

“You think so?”

“I do. And so does that sword you carry. But it thinks you’re human. But you’re not that either. You’re not human, you’re not an animal, you’re both. And that makes you different. Unique. Powerful. What would you do if you could prove all of them wrong? What do you want to be?”

“I… I want to be me. I want to show them that I can fight. That they can’t keep me back just because I’m not exactly what they want!”

“And what if you could be?”

“How do you mean?”

“What if you could be a fighter? What if I could show you how to use your skills to be better? What if you could have a better destiny?”

Raavas paused. “…I like the idea.”

“But are they holding you back? They talk about restraining you. Killing you. They treat you like a prize. What if they’re the problem?”

“No! I… I mean… I…” Raavas stopped.

“Let me show you something.” The cave’s walls whirled to a sort of glass, and Raavas startled as he spotted his Mentor on the other side. “Call out to him.”

“Um… Evellias!” Raavas shouted as loud as he could, and his sharp eyes caught the ripples in the air. Evellias flinched but stoically pressed forward.

“Evellias! No! Wait! What are you doing?” Raavas reached for the glass.

“Let me help you.” More ripples shot across the air as Raavas’ own voice screamed and shouted for Evellias to stop and come back for him. Not to leave him behind. But Evellias ignored them all and forged onward through the darkness.

The Harpy’s eyes widened. Why wasn’t he stopping? Why didn’t he turn even once?

“He abandoned you.” The Cave echoed Raavas’ thoughts.

“I…” Raavas stopped as his suspicion and his hope tore at one another like rabid wolves.

“He abandoned you! After everything! Nineteen years and he leaves you behind like a discarded copper coin.”

“How… how could he?”

“He lied to you.”

Raavas pulled back, his breath catching in his throat as the Cave’s words finally sank in. It seemed hours, as he tried to reason out Evellias’ actions only to fall to the same conclusion as the cave pointed out the signs Raavas had been ignoring for so long. Hours upon hours of conversation arguments, and rough emotions before The Harpy's mind finally twisted, his sorrow burning into an intense, welling anger as the crack of distrust from that conversation years ago, crumbled.

He left me behind. He refused to talk to me. He treated me like an animal. He made me eat things and agree to his rules. He decided to kill me!

“Raavas, I’d like to tell you something.” The cave’s voice brought him back to reality for a moment.

“What?”

“I have a body. Outside of the caves. I have a name, and I’d like to meet with you.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes. My real name is Xeoulis. I want you to join me. But first… we must deal with the present issue.”

Raavas’ face darkened. “Evellias.”

“Indeed.”

“Xeoulis, where’s the exit?”

“Why? What reason is there to leave so quickly?”

“I want to head him off.”

“Ah, this way then.”

The Harpy stalked off down the illuminated path, but as he walked, Xeoulis’ voice crept back. “Raavas, you’ve eaten fish and eggs basically your whole life. You hate it don't you?”

“What about it?”

“Have you ever thought about eating… other things? Hasn’t Evellias kept so much off-limits?”

Raavas growled under his breath. “He has.”

“Here we are!”

The Harpy hid in the forest, watching the entrance of the caves with a soft snarl as his mind swam and thoughts drowned. Bitter memories and shifted blame rose to the surface at Xeoulis’ twisted reminders.

As a torch’s glow cast the entrance of the cave in a warm orange light similar to the one of home, Raavas tensed.

“Throw your sword down. Kill him with your hands, and I’ll believe your loyalty.”

Raavas drew his sword, staring at it for a moment before he cast it into the undergrowth and sprang from the trees, tacking Evellias to the ground with a thud.

Evellias grunted in pain, but his eyes widened as he saw the Harpy. “Raav? Raavas! I-”

But as he started to speak, Raavas thrust his hands around his neck and closed them. Evellias tried to gasp but choked on nothing and struggled. “R-Raav… what are you… doing?”

The warrior’s eyes widened as they met the Harpy’s and he finally struggled, throwing him off as he struggled to his feet, a hand flying to his bruised throat.

Raavas flew at him just as he drew his sword, and the two clashed in a violent bloody struggle as Evellias desperately backed away from his apprentice, trying to defend himself.

“You fucking liar!” Adrenaline and fury coursed through Raavas as he clawed for the warrior’s throat. The struggle lasted for several agonizing minutes, and when Raavas snapped out of his trance-like state, he tasted blood. He stopped, glancing at his reeling mentor, and a sudden wave of guilt and horror overtook everything else. He gasped, but before he had a chance to do anything, a hard object crashed into the side of his head and he collapsed into the grass, blood dripping down his face from the wounds. He clawed at the dirt, but in one move, rocks crashed over him, pinning him to the ground.

His eyes landed on Evellias’ leg, a large chunk ripped out of his calf so deep he saw bone. His hand flew to his mouth, smudging the blood as he realized what he’d done. He trembled, shocked out of speaking as Evellias advanced on him, and rammed the shield into him a second time. The next few seconds felt like years, as with every strike, Raavas thought about every hug, every kind word, and every game he’d played with his mentor, until Evellias stopped, shuddering. Tears tracked through the dirt and blood on his face as he stared at the trembling body of his apprentice.

He closed his eyes, raising the sword above his head. Raavas stared up at the glittering metal, voice shaking as he wheezed out a breath.

“D-dad?”

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No Vacancy

Chapter 10: Lost and Found

WC: 5196 | R: Explicit | CH: 10/12 | AO3 | Now Complete!

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*STEVE*

It took Steve a moment to remember where he was when a very loud, very annoying alarm went off right next to his head at the crack of dawn. The man in his arms was familiar, even if the surroundings weren’t, but as he glanced around at the old band posters and polaroids stuck to the wall, and let Eddie’s scent fill his nose, the last two days came back in a rush. 

He rolled over, the sheets sliding down his body as he leaned out to stop the incessant beeping of the bedside clock, and was hit with a sudden surge of nerves. He believed in his heart that the other man had meant everything he said yesterday and last night, but couldn't help the nagging fear that Eddie might wake up and take it all back in the light of a new day.

He felt instant guilt for even thinking it, and did his best to push those thoughts away, to not assume the worst, to give Eddie the benefit of the doubt. That’s what they’d promised each other, right? They were going to do better, be better, both of them. 

Before he could turn back he felt the bed dip, and a warm hand came up under his shirt to rest on his lower back, kneading for a moment before slipping down beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, cupping his ass.

“Mmm g’mornin’,’” Eddie hummed, his lips finding their way to Steve’s side with a soft kiss through the cotton.

Steve had never hated a bit of fabric more.  

At the same time Eddie’s hand ventured even lower, until one finger slid between his cheeks, teasing over his hole. Despite himself, and his still swirling thoughts of doubt, Steve arched his back, pressing into the touch a little, always so ready to be filled by any part of Eddie’s body—fingers, tongue, cock, he loved them all.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wasn’t so far gone that he forgot where they were, or how thin the walls of the trailer might be. 

Steve took a deep, sobering breath and looked back at Eddie over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t let you blow me last night with your uncle in the other room, did you really think I’d let you fuck me this morning?” 

Eddie grinned, his eyes sparkling with it. “No, but I do love getting you all riled up anyway.”

“Menace.” Steve shook his head and turned back over to face his boyfriend before he lost control and gave in to temptation. 

Eddie wrapped him up in his arms automatically, using one hand to smooth the sleep mussed hair back from his face as they gazed into each other’s bleary eyes. Steve swallowed hard, heart aching with how close he’d come to losing this. 

And something must have shown on his face because Eddie tilted his head, his pleased grin dropping into a small sad smile as he continued to run fingers through Steve’s hair.  “You’re wondering if I still mean it, right? Everything I said yesterday?” 

“I didn’t say–”

Eddie interrupted with a tender kiss to his forehead. “You didn’t have to.” 

“Eddie–”

“Baby, it’s okay. I might be the one always talking about having trust issues and stuff, but I haven't given you a lot of reason to trust me—have I?”

Steve looked away, it was a rhetorical question, which by definition didn’t require an answer but it also felt like a trick or something, and he didn’t know how he was supposed to respond. It should be better now that they’d talked and worked things out, right? So why was he suddenly feeling more insecure than ever?

“Hey,” Eddie said softly, gently coaxing Steve to look at him again. “I knew I'd have to earn it back. I might not have much experience with relationships, but I do know that one conversation, even with those three little words involved, isn’t a magic wand. I hurt you.”

Steve pursed his lips. “I hurt you too.”

“I’m just saying, it’s fair of you to wonder—to be worried. I’m happy to reassure you whenever…”

Eddie leaned in, pressing a series of kisses along the line of Steve’s jaw.

“And however…”

His warm breath ghosted over Steve’s ear as he took the lobe between his teeth.

“You need.”

“I love you,” Steve gasped.

“I love you too.”

In order to avoid another intense make-out session that would only leave them both hard and wanting with no chance of release—or, god forbid, have Steve giving in, begging to be bent over the side of the bed—he insisted they get up and get a move on.

Eddie whined but finally agreed, since he was the one who had insisted on the early wake up call to begin with, wanting to get back early enough to work things out with Chrissy before another night could go by. He was also far too pleased with himself when Steve banished him to the other side of the room while they both stripped down to change. It was only practical since neither of them could seem to keep their hands to themselves right now.

“Do you need to stop for gas or anything before we get on the highway?” Steve asked. “I thought I’d follow you and maybe we could take a look at the map and pick a place to stop for lunch together, stretch our legs and stuff.”

Eddie didn’t answer right away, remaining quiet as he rummaged through his bag, finally pulling a clean t-shirt free from the mess inside and slipping it over his head, jeans already on and zipped up.

“Eddie?”

“Actually, I was thinking, ” Eddie rubbed at the back of his neck, looking suddenly nervous.

Steve held his breath.

“What if I left my van here for now, so we could drive back together?”

Steve’s mouth popped open, eyebrows flying up before he could stop them. “Really? B-but that’s…” He didn’t even know what to say, it was beyond unexpected. 

As casual as can be, as if this wasn’t a huge deal, Eddie sat down on the end of the bed to pull his socks on, glancing up as he said, “I know.”

“Is this just so you can’t run away again?” Steve said it lightly, trying to tease, but in all honesty he wanted to know—needed to know if Eddie had really thought this through. It was sweet, in a way, but he didn’t want the other man to wind up feeling trapped. 

Eddie got up, crossed the room to where Steve stood and took the shirt out of his hand—still so in shock he’d just been standing there half dressed holding it

“Gotta start putting trust into practice sometime.” Eddie said softly, raising the crisp white t-shirt over Steve’s head for him, and pecking him on the nose when it popped through the opening. “And I do trust you. Even if something were to happen between us, I know you would bring me back here if I asked.”

It settled some of Steve's nerves to hear that Eddie knew that and accepted it, because it was the truth. Even if they went down in flames one day, Steve would still do anything for this man.

“Pretty sure Wayne would come get you if you needed him to.”

“And that, yes.” Eddie smiled. “It’s not like I use it much, everything I need is within walking distance of the motel. I can live without it for a bit. Besides, it’ll be worth it to be able to sit next to you for the next however many hours, instead of us both making the drive alone, again.”  

“Okay, if you’re sure. Let’s hit the road.”

Steve worried his lip, sitting behind the wheel of his car, the same BMW he’d had since high school, watching in the rear view mirror as Eddie grabbed a few last things out of his van and jogged back over, tossing it all and his bag on the back seat before sliding into the front.

He was nervous all over again, for an entirely different reason this time as he started the engine and pulled out of the drive, turning left instead of right once they passed the Forest Hills Trailer Park sign.

Eddie didn’t say anything, but eyed him curiously. 

Steve cleared his throat. “I need to make a quick stop by my place on the way out of town. If, uh, if that’s okay?” 

He braced himself, expecting Eddie to ask why, or maybe be annoyed at the extra stop—or the fact that Steve was being a little cagey about the whole thing by not having mentioned it till now—but instead Eddie lit up.

“Sure! I'd love to see where you’re living now. I kinda can’t imagine you anywhere in Hawkins besides school or your parents' old place.”

Steve shuddered. “God, I hated that house.” 

Eddie reached out immediately, a sympathetic look on his face as he placed a hand on Steve's knee, warm and comforting. In their short time together they’d already shared so much about their pasts. Eddie knew all about Steve’s lonely upbringing, and how his parents hadn’t taken kindly to the idea of their only son dating men, something they had found out by accident, and promised to keep secret. Though, Steve suspected that promise had been made solely to save their own reputation, not his, and he’d stopped speaking to them not long after that. Then they’d moved, and hadn’t bothered to leave a forwarding address.  

The little two bedroom house wasn’t far from Wayne’s place. Within minutes they were there, parking just behind the mailbox. 

The outside was nothing special, dingy white siding, browning grass and a barren garden. He hadn’t seen the point in planting anything when he wouldn’t be there all summer to enjoy it, or even water it.

The inside was… also nothing special. Leaving Steve feeling more than a little self conscious as he unlocked the door, ushering Eddie inside. He’d almost forgotten how plain and bare-bones his house was. Sad second hand couch, beige, utilitarian side and coffee tables, a slightly darker shade of beige, and horrible brown carpeting. That one wasn’t his fault though, it’d come with the house.

Nothing hung on his walls. There wasn’t even a single magnet on his fridge, which you could see from the living room because the place was that damn small. The only real signs of life in the space were two framed photos sitting on the table next to the couch. One of him and Robin standing outside her dorm on move-in day, freshman year, the other of his favorite class of middle-schoolers, a group of boys who’d fallen afoul of a few bullies and had trouble fitting in that he’d taken under his wing. They were all in high school now, so he didn't see them much anymore, but he would always remember them fondly.

“How long did you say you’ve been renting this place?” Eddie asked, turning a slow circle, taking it all in—what little there was to take in anyway.

Suddenly embarrassed, Steve wished he’d asked Eddie to wait for him in the car. It all just made him look so… pathetic, and boring, and he didn’t want Eddie to think this is what his life would look like if they stayed together.  

He blew out a long breath. “Three years.”

“Oh.”

“I–uh–I guess I never really settled in or decorated, because I never planned to stay in Hawkins this long in the first place. Like, if I made the house more my own it would be admitting defeat? Or jinxing myself to be stuck here forever.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’m not judging you.”

Steve shot him a look.

Eddie raised his hands. “Okay, I was judging a little bit—I’m sorry! It’s just, you deserve so much better than a shit brown rug and blank walls, y’know? You have this great bright personality, and I wish you’d let it show in your own home.”

“When I find a place I actually want to call home, maybe I'll do that.”

Steve’s heart fluttered at the thought of Eddie seeing him that way. He closed the distance between them, their mouths meeting in a furious kiss as he pushed Eddie back until he was forced to sit down on the couch, and climbed into his lap. 

As if just realizing that they were finally alone, with no one potentially eavesdropping from another room, Eddie pulled Steve down into him, their lips meeting again and again while they ground against each other, both already growing hard in their jeans.

Steve gripped at Eddie’s shirt, pulling back just long enough to yank it over his head before taking his own off too, tossing them both to the floor. He needed this, needed Eddie’s bare skin against his. Words were lovely, but they’d always communicated best with their bodies. Eddie had said he loved him, now Steve wanted to feel it, wanted Eddie to mark it into his flesh—was desperate for it. 

“Wanna ride you.” Steve gasped out as Eddie began to nip and suck at his neck. 

“Gonna need a little less clothes for that, sweetheart.” Eddie reached around Steve’s back, running the tip of his finger along the seam in the ass of his jeans. Steve shuddered, feeling a wave of heat, breaking out in goosebumps all over. 

He stood, eyes never wavering from Eddie’s as he undid his fly, pushing his jeans to the floor in one smooth motion and stepped out of them, while Eddie did the same, raising his hips so he could shove his own pants down to his ankles.

Steve climbed back on top, sighing happily at finally having all of Eddie bare under his touch again. They’d done little more than kiss yet and he was already almost painfully hard, but so was Eddie, both groaning when their hard lengths slid against each other—and when Eddie tapped at his lips with two fingers, Steve didn’t hesitate to take them into his mouth, running his tongue between the digits until they were coated in his spit. 

Once satisfied that they were wet enough, Eddie pulled his fingers out from between Steve’s lips, replacing them with his tongue, fucking it into Steve’s mouth as he did the same to his hole, pressing one finger inside to the knuckle right away, neither having the patience for teasing.

“More,” Steve demanded after a whopping thirty seconds. Usually he was more than happy to let Eddie take his time, prep him slowly until he thought he would lose his mind, but after denying themselves last night, and again this morning, Steve was feeling nothing short of insane already. He didn’t care if it hurt, he just needed Eddie inside him as soon as possible. 

Eddie must have felt it too because he didn’t argue, just worked a second finger in next to the first, scissoring them as soon as he could to speed the process up, as hungry for this as Steve was. 

It burned, but not in a bad way, if anything the pain was feeding his desire for the man beneath him. 

“Please,” Steve begged, as soon as he was loose enough that Eddie could move freely in and out of him. “I’m ready–”

“Okay, baby, I’ve got you–I’ve got you. Do you have lube somewhere? Condoms?”

And Steve really needed to calm down because he hadn’t even thought about it—was ready to just sink down on Eddie bare with nothing but spit slicking him, without hesitation.

“When did you get tested last?” He asked, panting. Apart from his failed hookup with Danny, Steve hadn’t been with anyone since the last time he’d been given a clean bill of health, and if Eddie was clean too maybe they could just—

“Not recently enough to be safe.” Eddie said quickly, not pulling his fingers out but halting their movement. “And I won’t risk you like that, sweetheart. We can do something else.”

Steve whined. 

“No, I've got some in the bedroom. I just–” He rocked back, eyes falling shut as he fucked himself gently on Eddie’s still fingers. “I wanna feel you, really feel you. Want you to come inside me.”

“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie’s hips rolled as he took a ragged breath. “Bedroom, alright, hold onto me.”

Confused, Steve still did what he asked, gripping Eddie around the shoulders, fighting off another whine as the fingers inside him gently slid out. But then Eddie’s hands were gripping him under the thighs and he was being lifted. He gasped, hooking his legs around Eddie's waist.

Thankfully, Steve’s bedroom was the first door on the right, across from what was obviously a bathroom, so It was easy enough for Eddie to find his way without direction, and once they were near enough Eddie threw him down on the bed. 

Steve blinked up at him, mouth half open. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Glad you think so.” Eddie swooped down, pecking him on the mouth as he grabbed his side, grimacing. “But don’t expect a repeat performance, I think I pulled something.”

Steve grinned, Eddie was clearly faking it but he would play along for now—he’d also be filing this information away for later use. He knew the other man was stronger than he looked, but hauling racks of bar glasses was clearly a better workout than he’d thought. 

“Aww, why don't you just come lay down then and let me do the rest of the work.”

Steve went for his nightstand drawer while Eddie crawled on hands and knees up the bed, sitting himself up against the headboard.

Just like they’d been on the couch, Steve straddled Eddie's lap, capturing his lips in another deep kiss as he rolled the condom on, spread a bit of lube over him, and finally, finally, positioned himself above and started to sink down on Eddie’s cock, leaning in till their foreheads touched.

“When we get back would you–” Steve sucked in a breath as he bottomed out only to raise right back up again, giving himself no time to adjust. “C-could we get tested and then–”

“Yes,” Eddie breathed, bucking his hips as Steve rode, bouncing up and down, low guttural sounds being punched out of him with every thrust. “Fuck—yes, yes to all of that.”

It wasn’t long before Steve was coming untouched, making a mess of both of them, too worked up to last. Eddie went right behind him, spilling into the condom while Steve was still clenching around him.

With trembling thighs, Steve raised up, wincing at the sudden empty feeling, and took care of the condom before collapsing beside Eddie to cuddle while he waited for his limbs to feel less like jello.

“As much as I’d love to lay here with you all day, and maybe do that again, we should probably get going.” Steve said eventually.

Eddie made a very unhappy sound that Steve wholeheartedly agreed with, but they both got up anyway and stumbled into the small bathroom, taking turns swiping a wet washcloth over the other's chest.

When they were as clean as they were going to get without showers, Eddie ducked out of the room to grab their clothes, turning to the mirror while he waited, admiring the flush of his skin along with a few very faint but very much there bite marks Eddie had left for him on his neck like little gifts. 

Eddie was back seconds later, appearing in the doorway with his pants already back on slung low around his hips, belt still hanging loose.

Steve frowned.

“Don’t pout, we can’t drive around naked—decency laws.” Eddie shook his head, chuckling as he handed Steve the pile of his clothes.

“Fine.” Steve grumbled playfully, watching Eddie shake his hair out and re-do his bun in the mirror while he got dressed.

“Hey, so what was it you needed to stop for anyway? Or was that just an excuse to bring me here and have your way with me?” Eddie asked when they were both presentable for public consumption again, waggling his eyebrows.

Steve froze. He’d known the question was inevitable, but he’d let himself get lost in Eddie’s body and almost forgotten why they were here.  

The answer caught in his throat. He was about to shine a giant spotlight on the one thing they had yet to address about this whole situation—the fact that the Summer was going to end eventually, and they would both, presumably, need to resume their normal lives—that they might have put each other through all of this for something with a rapidly approaching expiration date.

This was it though, Steve’s turn to put trust into practice, as Eddie had put it. He could not keep something this big to himself again, even if it meant having a conversation they maybe weren’t ready for just yet.

He took Eddie’s hand and led him down the hall into the spare bedroom that doubled as his office, sitting him down on the small guest bed while he rifled through his desk, and pulled out an accordion binder full of papers. 

“My resume and teaching certificate—some other paperwork.” Steve tapped the binder against his leg nervously as he spoke. “I know we haven't talked about what happens after this, when the clock runs out and Summer ends, but um, I want to tell you how my own plans have changed.” 

Steve's heart raced. He took a deep breath as he set the paperwork down on top of the desk, and crossed the room to sit next to Eddie.

“There's an open position at the Elementary School in the motel’s district. Robin told me before the Summer even started, so, I was already considering it. I mean, there’s nothing keeping me here. I’m ready to leave Hawkins behind, and why wouldn't I want to be closer to her? But finding out the motel was in trouble was the last straw. Why keep paying rent to some random asshole in this backwoods town when I could be paying that same rent to two of my best friends to help them stay afloat?”

“You’re moving into the motel permanently?” Eddie’s tone was almost excruciatingly neutral, giving nothing away about what he might be thinking or feeling… about any part of it. 

Steve nodded. “Technically I still have to hand in my resume and be interviewed, but I've spoken to the superintendent and she said it’s just a formality at this point. The job is mine if I want it.”

Eddie didn’t say anything more when he was done. Not that he needed to say anything, but it was nerve wracking as hell. Steve turned, drawing his leg up onto the mattress so he could fully face Eddie and took hold of both his hands, fighting to look the other man in the eyes and not shy away. 

“Let me be completely clear, because I don’t want there to be any more misunderstandings between us. I don’t know what your plans are, or were, and I’m not pressuring you to change them, but I would love it if you decided to stay too when the season is over.”

Eddie dropped his gaze suddenly, looking down at their tangled hands with a furrowed brow for a moment before raising his head again. 

As much as Steve wanted an answer, to know what Eddie was thinking right now, this wasn’t the same as agreeing to leave a car behind temporarily. This was big plans for the future shit, and Steve was acutely aware that Eddie didn’t usually make a habit of staying in the same place for very long.

“You don't have to say or decide anything right now. In fact, please don’t. Just… think about it?”

Eddie opened his mouth as if he were going to say something anyway, but in the end just nodded, squeezing Steve’s hands and simply whispered, “okay.”

Eddie remained quiet and thoughtful for the first hour or so of the drive, staring out the window at the world going by with an unreadable expression on his face. It wasn’t exactly an uncomfortable silence, but it wasn’t comfortable either, to Steve at least, and the only thing keeping him from spiraling was Eddie’s hand on his thigh, his thumb moving back and forth in reassuring strokes.

It wasn't until they stopped for gas, Eddie going into the little shop to stock them up on drinks and snacks while Steve filled the tank, that the whisper of tension in the air started to dissipate. It got even better when Steve suggested now might be the perfect time for Eddie to give him the musical education he was supposedly in desperate need of. 

Eddie jumped at the opportunity immediately, pulling a small cardboard box up front that he’d taken out of the van, which Steve had seen of course, and began rifling through his collection of tapes.

They started out easy with Metallica, something Eddie thought Steve might actually like, and Steve was only a little surprised to find he did, and that he’d even heard one of the songs before—Enter Sandman, it was getting a lot of play on the radio these days. 

For hours Eddie played song after song for him—a few Steve knew, a lot he didn’t—but even if some of them were a little too hard for his tastes, he was happy to listen anyway, and even happier to let Eddie regale him with stories about each band. 

Sometimes he’d talk about seeing a group live, what city it had been in, how he’d had to fight his way through the pit, stuff like that. Other times he’d dish out gossip about the band members themselves. Like how Ozzy Osborne had been fired from Black Sabbath, replaced by Ronnie James Dio—who then left himself to form his own band and created one of Eddie’s favorite albums of all time. 

And maybe Steve didn’t get metal, but he loved a bit of second hand drama.  

They stopped again in the afternoon, well past lunchtime but too early for dinner, so they had no trouble snagging a picnic table for themselves at a rest stop to have a break from the road and eat their fast food burgers together in the sun.

On the way back to the car Steve tossed his keys to Eddie and walked himself over to the passenger side of the BMW. 

Eddie gaped. “But you don’t let anyone drive your car.”

“You’re not just anyone.”

“Steve Harrington, did you just use a line on me?”

“Did it work?”

Eddie pulled his tongue between his teeth. “I dunno, it was pretty weak. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Steve didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until the car shut off, the soothing hum of the engine going quiet abruptly.

“Hey, sweetheart. We’re here.”

He blinked his eyes open, rubbing at them and stretching before undoing his seat belt. “‘M sorry, didn’t mean to drop off on you.”

“You were tired, it’s been a long few days.”

They were parked in the motel lot, facing the front office and Steve could see Robin and Chrissy through the window, standing behind the desk. It didn’t look like they’d noticed his car pull up. 

Eddie blew out a long breath, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “So, on a scale of one to ten, how worried do I need to be about Robin trying to assassinate me? Am I going to get a warning and a last meal before I'm executed, or do I need to start sleeping with my eyes open?”

Steve patted his leg and got out of the car without a word, walking slowly towards the building. He smiled to himself, holding in a laugh as he heard Eddie scrambling along behind him. 

“Steve?” Eddie called out, sounding legitimately nervous at the idea of facing his best friend's wrath.

Steve lost it, cackling, and kept walking ahead. 

“Why are you laughing?!” Eddie hissed. “What does that mean—Steeeeve?”

Eddie caught up just as Steve reached the door. Instead of reaching for the handle he decided to put the other man out of his misery and turned, taking Eddie’s hand as he leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “She’ll have to get through me first. Don’t worry, I'll protect you from the big bad lesbian.”

Robin looked up as soon as they came through the door and rushed out from behind the counter.

“Well, I’d ask how it went, but you’re both here, and–” She gestured at their linked hands.

“Robin, who are you–” Chrissy came out from her office in the back, eyes going wide when she spotted them all standing together in the lobby. “You’re back!” She shouted, and came flying out from behind the counter to throw herself into Eddie’s arms. 

“I’m sorry.” She cried as Eddie pulled her into his chest.

“We,” Robin cut in, biting her lip. “we’re sorry for lying about the room and setting you two up. It wasn’t our place… and maybe not our best idea.”

“It’s okay. Not that I'm condoning your act of trickery but…” Eddie glanced at Steve, a crooked smile on his face as he rocked Chrissy back and forth in his arms. “I suppose in this one instance even I have to admit it worked out. And… I’m sorry I went through your stuff.”

Steve threw his arm over Robin's shoulder, both of them watching on fondly as their significant others made up. 

Chrissy shook her head, wiping her eyes on Eddie’s shirt. “I don’t care about that. I shouldn’t have been trying to keep it a secret—not from Robin and not from you. I just thought I could handle it on my own and not worry anyone else, but I got in over my head.”

Eddie pulled back to look at her, gripping her firmly by the shoulders. “You know I love you, right? I’ll do anything I can to help—and in case I never said it, I’m so fucking proud of you and the life you’ve made for yourself, from going to college and graduating to opening this place. You don’t have anything to prove to me or anyone else.”

Chrissy beamed. “I love you too.”

Steve tried to hold it in but a yawn forced its way out of his mouth. It was getting late and even after his car nap he was beat—he also had to be back on the beach again first thing in the morning for a shift. 

Chrissy finally let Eddie go, giving him a little push. “Go take your man to bed.”

Robin snorted. 

“Not like that!” Chrissy giggled, face turning beet red. “He’s tired!”

“Hey, so I know you two made up and all,” Robin began, switching the lights off as they all went for the door. “But now that it’s all out in the open—if you, uh, wanted your own rooms..?”

The question hung in the air as Steve looked at Eddie, leaving the decision to him. 

“Thanks, but I think we’ll stay together.”

Chapter 11

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[generational-atrophy]

hiii! i loved your "what they would look for in a partner" post so do u think u could do that with the nordic characters?? thank you<3

(Hetalia Nordics x Reader) What they look for in a partner!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N ty!! omg first nordics request! Be warned. I do not know these guys that in depth. So. theres that/. Also noirmally i wouldnt write minors but considering iceland is hundreds of years old and only physically 17 im making an exception

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

Berwald is a man of few words, so he’d adore a S/O that can ramble on for hours and hours. It’s awkward when it’s quiet… and he’s not going to be the one breaking the silence.

Anyone who doesn’t find him intimidating would make him so happy! Even when he’s being arguably very scary… it’d break his heart to know his S/O was afraid of him.

If you value family as much as he does (which is a LOT,) he’d love that! He spends a lot of time with his family and would like to start one with you, so if you didn’t like family, that’d be a problem.

Weirdly enough, he prefers people that are more plain and average. At least on the outside. He’s quite bland himself (or at least, that’s how he sees himself) so he doesn’t want to have to match your energy.

Someone who’ll indulge him in his fixations. Who won’t ask too many questions when he goes on a week-long chair-making binge, barely coming out of his woodshop.

Tino is a surprisingly particular man when it comes to dedicating himself to a romantic partner. He’d want someone chill, not too talkative, but not too awkward. Someone whose soft and cuddly, but not afraid to stand up for themself.

He often misspeaks, so if his S/O was not forgiving and understanding of those kinds of things, that would make things difficult.

Like Sweden, family is very important to him! He visits with his own a lot, so he would love to do the same with his S/Os! If they have a difficult relationship with their family, he’ll understand, but it’ll still be hard for him to keep it out of his mind.

Someone who is positive! Constant sarcastic comments and debilitating remarks towards others just make him feel sad… 

He doesn’t like doing very exciting things often, so a partner who is very comfortable with nothing more than domesticity would be perfect! What else would you need besides a nice home and a cute garden to tend to with him?

Lukas… is not a skilled communicator. Whether he likes you or not is often unclear, and it’s difficult for him to think through what he’s going to say. So, all he needs is something that can put up with his anti-social behaviour, basically.

He often is at a loss for how to properly express his true feelings, so his S/O has to be comfortable with him randomly coming up to them and smothering them with physical affection. 

Someone who isn’t uncomfortable speaking up for the both of them. He’d adore an extroverted partner!

He prefers people that don’t require him to adjust himself too much… he has no aversion to changing for you, but he’d prefer a partner who isn’t… abject to his normal behaviour. He’s a thousand years old, you know? It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks…

Anyone who enjoys impulsive decisions. Be prepared to be unprepared when he wakes you up at 2 am to get pancakes and drive across the country to see his family. But don’t worry, his impulsive decisions are always the more fun ones.

Emil would love someone who's a lot like him! A little immature, a little hot-headed, sarcastic, and absolutely awkward. He’s a very specific type of person, and he’d like a partner to be that type as well.

Someone whose sensitive and emotional would work well with him too. He finds it cute, plus he can relate. You’re just a little better at actually expressing his emotions, rather than bottling them all up.

Speaking of which, he’d prefer someone who isn’t too afraid to speak their mind. Someone who refuses to talk things through, preferring to just be passive-aggressive and non-confrontational, would just stress him out.

Anyone whose unique! He finds himself quite plain, so he would love getting into your interests. You’re both young, why not do fun impulsive things? He wouldn’t have the courage to do it without you anyway…

Oh boy. Mathias is not particular in the slightest way when it comes to partners. He would date anything or anything that can consent. Basically, if they haven’t killed anyone and you aren’t a complete asshole, he’ll love them.

Despite that, he still has a few preferences. He’d find someone who’s awkward and needy just absolutely adorable. Like he is absolutely ecstatic to be a “they asked for no pickles” boyfriend.

But getting along with someone super sensitive would also… not be easy. He can accidentally be a bit brash in his humour, so he’d love someone who just laughs along instead of taking it personally. If they’re bothered by his loud, sometimes crude, behaviour, it’d just break his heart!

He’d prefer a partner that trusts his judgment… more than they probably should. He can get stubborn, so if they aren’t also too stuck in their ways, that’d be for the best. 

Most importantly, he’d prefer a S/O that loves his family just as much as he does! They’re gonna have to spend a lot of time around them, after all.

[coraniaid]

Principal Flutie is, I think it's safe to say, not particularly consequential to the overall plot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Appearing only in the first half of the show's first season and almost entirely outshone by his successor Principal Snyder, his main claim to fame is the grisly manner of his departure: getting eaten alive by a gang of hyena-possessed students. As I write this, there are 26 works on AO3 tagged with this character's name.

Kendra Young is the second ever vampire slayer to appear on the show, Called as a Slayer after Buffy Summers (briefly) dies in the first season finale. Meeting Kendra helps to persuade Buffy that being a Slayer is a part of who she is and not merely a job she can one day escape from; while the existence of multiple Slayers will go on to become an important plot point in the show's third, fourth and seventh seasons. As I write this, there are 199 works on AO3 tagged with this character's name.

Given the above, which of these two characters do you think:

appears in the most episodes?

is mentioned in the most episodes after their death?

was actually given a full name while the show was still airing?

Here's a hint: all three questions have the same answer.

Here's a less subtle hint: it's not Kendra.

Robert ("all the kids are free to call me Bob ... but they don't") Flutie appears in a total of four Season 1 episodes (Welcome to the Hellmouth, The Harvest, Teacher's Pet, The Pack) before he dies, and is then mentioned again in three episodes (Season 1's The Puppet Show and Season 7's Lessons and Beneath You).

Kendra ("I have no last name") Young [who, despite being very clear on the subject when asked, suddenly acquired a last name when she needed one for the Buffy RPG tie-in] appears in a total of three Season 2 episodes (What's My Line? Part 1, What's My Line? Part 2, Becoming Part 1) before she dies, and is then mentioned again in two episodes (Season 2's Becoming Part 2 and Season 3's Faith, Hope & Trick) before never being mentioned again [at least not on the TV show].

You might think it strange that the show's actual focus seems so out of alignment with both fandom interest and what logic suggests should surely be central to its own mythos and world-building and to its major characters emotional arcs. You might think it strange that, after Season 2, Buffy never talks about Kendra again [the one time Kendra's name is spoken in Season 3 comes when Cordelia says it] despite Buffy having found Kendra's body and being falsely accused of her murder. [Fun fact: after Season 2 those same murder charges are mentioned more times than anybody expresses any sadness over Kendra's death, which is never. Oh, sorry, that's not a very fun fact.]

You might think it particularly strange that in Season 7 -- a season where the Slayer Line itself is a key part of the central plot and we meet many new Potential Slayers who Buffy is tasked with training and keeping alive, a season in which the Big Bad has the ability to appear in the form of any dead person she wishes and there are multiple episodes featuring flashbacks to the life of a former Slayer who was killed by one of the Big Bads from Season 2 [albeit flashbacks that involved recasting the original actor despite her interest in continuing to play the part] -- the Buffy writers thought to include two separate callbacks to the unremarkable and (up to this point) unlamented Principal Flutie (who surely only a minority of fans watching would have even remembered?) and exactly none to murdered Vampire Slayer Kendra.

Was a character who appeared in four episodes six years ago really so much more memorable than a character who sppeared in three episodes five years ago? Did Kendra really make so little impression at the time? Was there no reason to think one of the characters might have brought her up at any point? Was there really no room at all in any of this season's scripts to include even a fleeting reference to the very first girl Buffy met, tried to teach how to be a Slayer, and who then died in a way Buffy could blame herself for? Might Kendra's memory not have been slightly more thematically relevant to this season's story than the tedious ongoing sagas of "is Giles the First?" [no], "will the First ever use the hypnotized Spike as a weapon against Buffy?" [no] and "isn't Andrew Wells funny? doesn't he deserve his own spin-off show?" [no]? Is there any reason you can think of that might explain this puzzling creative choice?

Ah well.

Who can say what the writers were thinking? I guess it's just one of those little mysteries that will never be resolved.

[humblefryingpan]

(Once upon a time au - spoilers for season 3 and I think season 6)

Ngl I kinda loved the Henry/Pan body swap I low-key wish it stayed like that. It probably wouldn't have been great in the actual show but I'd love to see that in a fic/au

Everyone really struggling at fighting Peter because he looks like Henry? Amazing. And I like thinking about if they kept it that way, imagine them trying to raise the kid who looked like their enemy

(this is an angsty and long post)

Rumple looking at his grandson and only seeing his father who betrayed him. Tbh, I don't think he thought of Pan as the same person as his dad in general. Like pre-neverland he only saw him like that twice and it probably would've been more "the boy my dad invented to get rid of me" yk? That's my opinion at least

So Rumpy knowing Henry was supposey fated to kill him and then looking like that guy? He would not have handled that well and I'd have loved to see him having more of a reaction

Killian seeing his stepson and trying to ignore that he looked like the man who killed his brother. Pre-neverland I think he only knew Pan from when he rocked up and tricked him into killing his brother/best friend/only remaining family? So going from that, as well as everything in neverland, to marrying Emma and having to live with someone in Pan's body would've been sad as shit and I'd have loved it. He was dealing with his own guilt a lot when he moved in and I think this would've made it just that little bit worse

Regina and Emma trying to raise their son while looking at the man who kidnapped him. Both of them are definitely "fight first, question later" girls and they would've had to try to unlearn that in order to not hurt their son. Especially since they knew Pan as the guy that kidnapped Henry and the guy that tried to kill them all.

If this happened then the way I'd have done it would be someone finding out he was planning the curse and killing him before he could kill Felix (to stop the curse and also bc I love Felix and I have plans for him). Since he was still in Henry's body when he did the curse I would've said they killed him before he could switch places (I forgot how and when they switched back mb, doesn't affect the au too much right?)

So somebody (Rumple would probably work best but readers choice ig) killed Peter/Malcolm while he was in Henry's body and he got trapped in that body with magic so that he couldn't escape. Since the body would've been messed up when he got killed, Henry stays in Pan's body.

And I mentioned I had plans for Felix - he was clearly very devoted to Pan, like he didn't even get that mad when he killed him. I'm willing to bet that if he survived he still would've defended him. But now "Pan" is actually not Pan, it's the boy Pan wanted to sacrifice and I think Felix would've been pissed about that.

So he'd also be struggling with this entire situation. Losing Pan, but still seeing him in this town. Knowing Henry he'd try to talk to Felix too. Felix would either fully isolate himself, seek revenge on anyone and everyone who took part in Pan's downfall or he'd follow Henry around, trying to cling to any remaining part of Pan's existence. Assuming Regina doesn't kill him that is

Or if you want to stick to the canon show a bit more then Rumpy could kill him after the curse was cast but before he could turn back to himself.

And side note- Peter actually looks more like Emma and Neal's kid tbh. Like Henry looks sort of like Regina's son, and I see the snow white in him, but I don't see the Emma yk? So in the "Emma loses her memory again and thinks she's a regular parent" storyline she'd just assume he turned out more like her, Regina could alter her memory into thinking he always looked like that anyway.

And in that version she'd have the two versions of her memory. One where she sees her son as he always was and then getting the memory of who he actually was dumped on her. And struggling even more with seeing both simultaneously, even worse because Henry also wouldn't remember.

Which brings me to the point of - imagine Henry trying to grow up looking like the guy that took advantage of his kindness like that? Every time he looked in a mirror he'd see Pan instead of himself (and there are a lot of mirrors around when you're being raised by the former evil queen).

He'd see everyone struggling to adjust to him, he'd know why, and he'd probably feel insanely awful about it. He blamed himself for Neverland anyway, now he'd blame himself for everyone's discomfort.

And like I said at the start of this lil au infodump, I don't think it would've worked long term in the actual show. I don't think the writers could've got it to work in some of the storylines, but Pan-Henry has been rattling around in my brain like a lego stuck in a jar since I first watched it. Basically I want everyone to be sadder and I want more Pan, the angst potential in this is incredible to me.

[lunar-system]

the acolyte e8 liveblog

last one to go. i'm already scared there will be a big cliffhanger and no closure in sight. there is so much more to explore here, but no.

OSHA HAS MINDCONTROL POWERS YEESSS

good to see osha in the present day <3

based on tumblr i thought this is the fun hot manny show but this has been much much darker. i was led astray. why only gifs of manny's handsome face. not complaining tho. just surprised i was not spoiled about any of this, other than manny's darker role

his character really does not have a name. i will just keep on calling him manny

sol and mae can argue to eternity who was at fault at the fortress. they will never see eye to eye.

"see you in hell, jedi" is a rad line but raises questions about the cosmology of this world

pip is mayyyybe returning to themself?

amazing flight sequence visuals in the rings of the planet btw

poor bazil is still stuck in this mess. will no one think of the rights of the working otter?

NOOO BAZIL NOOO BAD OTTER i'll take the working otter rights away from you you little shit

uuuhhh senator has some hot takes about the jedi, i like him

the fuck is that shadow creep on manny's island?

very tasteful symmetry of ending it where it all began

sol is haunted by ghosts of his own making here wherever he goes

could sol and manny not fight pls? manny is most interesting when he is NOT fighting

mae to osha: "you didn't fail. he did." alternatively: you failed because you we set up to an inpossible task.

the witch choir singing while osha and mae fight 😭

watching light saber fights, it is more miraculous that they DON'T costantly hit each other

HE DID IT!! SOL DID THE DIRTY TRICK OF SLICING HIS SABeER HANDLE IN HALF HAHAA why am I so happy abou that

but if sol kills him. there will be no proof it was manny who did the other killing. is there?

MAE IS FIGHTING TO SAVE MANNY NOW?

this was osha's vision! mae, not using the lightsaber against sol

"i did the right thing. i wanted to protect you both." how many times have you told yourself that, sol. how many times.

and now osha will hear it from him. finally.

Sol you are the worst. Literally stop talking.

"I did everything because I love you." You don't get to say it, Sol.

He is a collection of quotes from the worst parents. And.

Osha killed a jedi with no weapon. Jesus.

GREEN WOMAN IS MANNY'S FORMER MASTER

and bazil is back to being a working otter, doesn't matter what the purpose of the tracking is as long as he's paid. i hope he's paid.

NOOO DON'T EVEN SUGGEST A MEMORY WIPE IT'S THE SADDEST TROPE EVER

they just found each other again.... and now??? already gone.

also please manny take off the helmet i wanna see your face

but this is all such darth-vader teasing, like the helmet the cape the voice the red saber, and especially the choking to death

it is such a juicy setup for many seasons to come AND YET

fuch disney seriously

the green lady is scapegoating it all to sol. clever. understandable. horrible. "it was all work of one flawed man." and the jedi order survives, with no consequenses. no looking in the mirror.

manny got his power of two in the end <3

GOD i want to see manny and osha together more!!!!! i love them!!

osha and mae completely switched positions. with Mae now in the grips of the jedi order.

so so so sad there won't be more. truly amazing relationships and characters. and if this really is the origin of the order of the sith, i mean there would have just been so much to explore?? god i hate the entertainment industry. happy we got to see one season.

[idkanametoputhere]

Lost Story

type: angst (slight comfort if you squint really hard)

pronouns: they/them

character: Vil Schoenheit × actor!reader

tw: death(²), reader is not yuu/the prefect, ghosts, mentions of shutting yourself away, the plot makes only SLIGHT sense (but idc), self-neglect, shitty news report

masterlist<3

two years..

it had been two years since vil schoenheit had died in a tragic accident while pursuing his passion, acting. it was an accident, really. a prop that was misplaced and not handled properly. a giant prop that ended up falling on him, delivering a fatal blow on his head, ending both his life and the production of the movie

everyone was devastated. his family, friends, schoolmates, fans, coworkers. especially that one coworker, another one in the acting buisness. another one who had been cursed by the bright, blinding stage lights of fame and the acting industry

they had worked with vil on so many projects, including his final one, the one that was left unfinished. an unfinished symphony. what was meant to be a movie of pure love and joy ended up as a story of grief and sadness

and in said grief, the young actor buried themself in work. they were busy, working in project after project, while avoiding the public eye unless it was for a premiere of a project they acted in. the dark veil of grief was too much for them to handle

and that is how they had ended up in a local theater, late at night, practicing their script. it was a small theater in their hometown, and the owners trusted them enough to give them a key of the theater so they could practice to their heart's content

and practice they did. they practiced until their eyes were burning with exhaustion, the lines on their script were getting blurry, and their voice was strained from repeating the same lines over and over

it was time for them to leave. they packed their backpack, gathered their script and phone, put on their jacket and started walking

until they heard it

"y/n"

a quiet whisper and an ice cold breath on their neck. a voice they had fought so hard not to forget, but they could recognize it amongst a sea of voices. it was him..

"vil?"

they asked and turned around. and there he was. the tall boy was in front of them. his blonde and purple hair neatly tied on a ponytail, wearing the same costume he wore on that final project and a soft smile decorating his face

shock could not begin to explain the emotion they were feeling. vil was there. vil was in front of them. vil, who had been hit in front of their very eyes, who they had visited in the hospital countless times, and on whose grave they had cried entire rivers of tears, was in front of them

"how..? I don't get it.." they whispered, staring at his ghastly form with wide eyes. "it doesn't matter. but I'm here, I'll stay here until the sunrise" replied the boy, a creepy cold breeze filling the room at the sound of his weirdly echo-y voice

"no, I'm just tired...I'm tired. I'm tired, or I'm going insane" they say with a nervous chuckle and look at him "you're dead, you can't be here" they continue, their voice sounding as if they're hanging onto their own words to prove that they haven't gone mental

instead of replying to them, ge embraced them, in an attempt to prove that he was there. the hug felt weird from their perspective. it was like hugging..cotton candy, or a bunch of strings. it was like hugging something that was there, but also wasn't

the two stayed in that hug for a while, clinging to eachother as if the other would disappear, maybe because they could..

it felt weird, so weird that they stopped questioning if that was reality or a trick of their mind. but they liked it. and so they made conversation with him, laughing and smiling, just like they did when he was alive. but time was passing, father chronos wasn't gonna wait for anyone, not even two hurt actors

and as sunrise was closer and closer, an..absurd question fell from the boy's lips

"may I have this dance, my lady"

he said with an air of confidence. it was a line he had told them many times before, not because of a liking to dancing, but because of a liking to practicing a certain scene

you see, the fatal final project of his, was a love story between two royals. two royals who were bound by the bond of a marriage arranged by their parents. but the two slowly fell in love, and the dance scene that the two actors loved was the moment that the two characters were confident that they were in love

so the two actors danced. they danced, and danced. they danced out the emotions of the two characters, and the emotions of their own selves, who were forced into separation, in contrast to the two characters they were playing. they danced until the young actor was exhausted, and the two ended up sitting in a corner of the stage

"you're gonna leave now..aren't you?" asked the actor that was physically alive, but their heart felt as if it wasn't beating, it had lost their passion. "yes..when the sun rises I'll disappear" answered vil, a melancholic tone decorating his voice. the other sighed, and rested their head on their semi-solid shoulder

"can we just stay like this for a while?"

"yeah"

and so they drifted off to sleep

.

.

"and now on to Erika, with a report about a recent tragedy that happened in the film industry"

"thank you Lionel. A true tragedy has hit the film industry, as the famous actor y/n l/n was found dead yesterday morning. according to the reports, the actor was found dead in a theater in their hometown, in which they used to practice. the doctors examination proves that the death was a result of a complication of l/n's health issues, as well as negligence of their own self.

after a brief interview with the actor's family and manager, all of them revealed that the negligence might have been a result of their grief over the famous actor vil schoenheit, who died two years ago and with whom l/n appeared to be very close with

now, Lionel, what makes this case truely mysterious and creepy even, is the camera footage from the theater. although the audio seems to be distorted, it's clear that l/n's is talking with someone, but they are alone in the theater. this goes on for hours until something even weirder happens

l/n stands up and starts performing a dance that many have recognized as a scene from the scrapped project that killed Schoenheit. it's even weirder that, without using magic, they pull of some steps that are impossible to do without a partner

whatever the case, this is a real tragedy. our hearts go out to the family and friends of l/n. may their soul rest in peace. back to you lionel"

and so the tale ends. a tale of unspoken love, separation, and reunion for all eternity..

a/n: OKAY MANY THINGS TO SAY. 1) I wrote this based off a scenario I made with a c.ai bot 2) IM BACK??? 3) my new phone's here AAAAAA 4) another fic with vil that includes dancing 5)I did this on c.ai 2 days ago, and I was expecting my period so I was emotional and almost made myself cry by writing it. now I'm on my period, so if I have ro suffer, all of you have to as well

[meetmyothersouls]

The Ghost of You

Chapter 7

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

You'd never thought of yourself as a work of art, so as you stood in a room that very much proved otherwise, you felt dizzy. Your mind reeled with questions as your eyes scanned the walls. How many years did it take for him to produce that many paintings? How did he capture your likeness so expertly? It's like he had a photo to reference but you knew he didn't. In the corner of the room stood an easel, one of many you'd seen in the house at that point.

"I hope this doesn't scare you," he whispered from behind you, his voice uneasy and apprehensive. A stark contrast from his confident, playful whispering before.

You jumped and turned your body, not expecting his actual form to be there. He'd been playing his ghostly game of hot and cold while remaining invisible moments ago, but now here he was. You wondered if he could sense how fast your heart was beating. Do ghosts have that ability?

You loosed a shaky breath as you spoke to him, "do you mean the shrine of paintings or you creeping up behind me like that?" Your eyes swept across the wall you were now facing; they were also covered in paintings of you. "Both seem to be doing the trick actually."

"So, you are scared then?" He sounded disappointed, like he had been waiting for this grand reveal, realized that you being scared was indeed a probable reaction but hoped for the best and lured you into the basement anyways, and now that you weren't jumping up and down, he was sad. For some reason, that hurt you, but the truth was, you didn't know how to feel. You'd gotten over the fact that your house was haunted, there was no way out of that. But now that he'd somehow developed an obsession with you, created a hundred years' worth of paintings and wanted you to be happy about it?

"I'm confused," you said, stepping off the rest of the stairs into the basement. Briefly, you focused on one of the paintings. You were standing in front of a manor house. This manor house. Your ghost wasn't next to you, instead, the was painted on the inside of the house, looking out of the window. Watching you. That must have been a recent one, you recognized the outfit you were wearing as he outfit you wore when you bought the manor. Chills peppered your skin, but you shook them off, not wanting to disappoint your ghost even more.

"You can ask any question you'd like," he said in a gentle and understanding voice. He took a seat on the last step, watching you as you walked around the basement. You felt like you were in a museum, only instead of famous paintings with descriptions of their artist and what they painted, it was just you, and the artist was watching you, analyzing your every reaction.

You turned around, after seeing a painting of you in a bathtub, thankfully, no body parts exposed. "You'll answer any question I have?"

"I think it's only fair."

"You're name is Timothee Chalamet?" You asked.

His eyes snapped up as you uttered his name, and he sighed like it was something he'd been waiting to hear for a long time. "That is me, yes."

"And you are...or were a famous painter?"

"I was. No Van Gogh or anything, but locally known. I painted for a number of presidents and the mayor."

Timothee seemed shy when it came to talking about himself, his eyes went back to the floor and he picked at his thumb while he spoke.

"And you're..."

"Dead."

"How'd you die?"

Timothee ran a hand through is hair, rubbing the back of his neck on the way down. "I've thought that over for at least a century and for the life of me," he chuckled at that, "I can't remember."

Your mind was reeling with thoughts. How can he not remember how he died?

"How long have you been painting these?" You gestured around the room.

"A very, very long time."

"Since before or after you died?" The questions were coming easy now.

"Before."

You blew out a breath to his admission. How was this possible?

"A local historian told me you disappeared in 1882. One would assume that that's when you died, right?"

Timothee shrugged.

"Either way, I was born in 1994. How in the hell were you able to paint spitting image portraits of me," you stopped to do the math, "112 years before I was born?"

Timothee sighed, placing his hands on his knees and pushed himself into a stand. He walked around the room, parallel to you, and stopped once he was directly across from you. He leaned against the back wall, his back scaping against one of the paintings. He quickly realized what he was doing and stood up straight. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

You laughed. "Trust me, after all this, nothing seems unbelievable anymore."

"Well," Timothee started. Now his eyes were the ones scanning over the portrait covered walls. You wondered how many times over the last century he'd done that. How lonely he'd been all those years. "I had a dream one night. It was so vivid it was like a vision. I wasn't a dreamer...or at least if I did, I didn't remember them. But that night," he shook his head as if he still remembered it, "that night I dreamed. Of you. I saw you so clearly, just as I see you now, and I knew then that," he stopped himself.

"You knew what?" You asked, lost in his story. He had an eloquence when he spoke that drew you in. "What did you know, Timothee?"

"I knew that I couldn't let myself forget you. I got up that night, it had to be 2 in the morning, and I painted you. Back then, my art studio was the attic. I painted every detail I could remember. Your long hair that curled just so at the ends. Your perfectly smooth skin, void of any imperfections. Your soft, beautifully tinted lips. And those eyes," he closed his as he thought of yours. "I painted those eyes so often hoping that one day they might actually see me."

You were speechless. There were not words that could follow what he just told you. No thoughts other than the most attractive ghost you'd ever seen just described you as the most beautiful human he could have dreamed up. So much so that he had make you into a work of art. You didn't even have it in you to be feel anything other than the speed of your heart and the blush heating your cheeks.

Then, one question entered your mind.

"If you wanted me to see you this whole time, why were you so mean to me before? You drug me out of bed and made me sleep outside for fucks sake!"

"I was scared."

"You were scared?!"

Timothee nodded, taking slow steps towards you as he began to explain. "Imagine: You dream of someone 112 years ago. You want their image burned in your mind so badly, but the only thing that comes close is a painting. So, you paint them for a century. In every way that you can, in every scenario you wish to experience with them but can't. You're not even certain they're real." He stopped when he was directly in front of you. You wanted to so badly to reach out and put your hands on his chest, to feel him under your touch, but you refrained. One of fingers hooked around a loose strand of hair near your shoulder, he looped it around his finger before he started talking again.

"And then she shows up at your doorstep. Very real, and very alive."

"S-so, you scared me because I scared you?" You asked, your voice barely above a shaky whisper.

"It's only fair, right?" Timothee smirked.

Just then, Timothee turned his head quickly to the right as if he heard something from above. You followed suit, looking for what he could have heard.

"What? What is it?"

When you turned back to him, he was gone. Heavy footsteps thudded down the hall then standing in the entry way of the basement, in full view of a century's worth of portraits of you, was Greg and two policemen.

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Alien: Part 3

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Alien!Felix

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Alien!Minho, Jisung

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

 ⚠️ I choose to keep some element of surprise to the story, so read at your own risk! THERE ARE SOME MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE!!! ⚠️ 

a lil short compared to the others lol i don’t think lixie can handle much. 

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Then you heard glass break downstairs. 

You immediately jolted, thinking nothing of it.  Your brain was definitely playing tricks on you. 

Until you heard footsteps.

You sprung into action, scribbling at Minho’s neck to shift him into his kitten form before shoving him into the pocket of your coat. 

You woke up Chan and Jisung, and hid them both in your closet, terrified for their safety. 

You decided to head down. Giving Minho to Chan, and telling them to keep quiet, you grabbed your trusty baseball bat, and descended into the darkness of your apartment. 

You walked slowly down the steps, trying not to make a noise, wincing every time the stairs creaked. 

When you heard a footstep behind you, you blindly swung your bat around. 

Your bat was caught and thrown out of the way, and a hand slammed over your mouth.

You started struggling and thrashing as much as possible, trying to make it harder for the perpetrator(s) to cart you off. 

You jammed your elbow backwards, determined to hurt whoever had broken into your apartment. 

The person released you, and you immediately twisted around just to be met with a pair of antennas. 

Oh. 

Jisung rushed down to see the commotion, and you held him back protectively. 

Chris tilted his head. “Chan! Stay back.” You tell him. 

“Felix?” Chan grasped at the boy’s arm. ‘Felix’ groaned in pain, pressing against his chest where you had elbowed him. 

“That…was a nice hit.” Felix gasped as he recovered from the impact. 

“Thanks.” You frowned. 

“FELIX!” Jisung shouted, running over and latching onto the boy, who grunted. 

“Hi Hannie!” Felix exclaimed, hugging the quokka back with equal intensity. 

“This is our…friend.” Minho gave you a sweet smile, and you could tell your face was beaming. 

“Jisung, a human…” Felix pointed weakly at you, clearly scared. His antennas were trembling. 

You immediately reached out to pet one, and Felix kinda relaxed into your touch, but he still looked worried. 

“We can trust this one, don’t worry.” Chan explained. 

“Okay! I trust them now. What’s ur favorite kind of brownie? And do you stan TWICE?” Felix asked, spitting out questions a mile a minute. 

“Uh-I like fudge, and yes, i do stan them?” You stuttered through your sentence, startled. 

“You are now one of my best friends.” Felix declared, giving you a big hug. 

“Oh, ok! What’s your power?” You ask. 

“Oh, i’m a day younger than Jisung, I don’t have one yet.” Felix admitted, giggling when you stared in surprise. 

“Can we tickle him now?” Jisung whispered in your ear. 

“Do you even know if he’s ticklish?” You whisper back. 

“We’re only ticklish on this planet. I’ve never been this sensitive back on WASP-104b.”(search it up 😉) He responds. 

“That’s the name of your planet?!” You whisper-yelled to him. 

“Ugh, we’re working on it! Aliens are very busy, you know?!” Jisung rolled his eyes sassily. 

“Whatever. You’re only ticklish here?! That’s so sad!” You whispered in his ear. 

“What are you two talking about?” Chan asked, crossing his arms. 

“Nothing.” You both respond in unison. 

“Mhm.” Chan was not convinced. 

Whatever. Let’s just say Jisung decided to find out whether his sunshine twin was ticklish or not, by poking a singular finger into his armpit from behind. 

Felix immediately jerked with a giggle and pried his friend’s hand out of his underarm, face turning red in embarrassment. 

“Aweee! You’re ticklish! Yes!” Hannie cheered, sending more random pokes at Felix’s body and pinning him to the floor. 

“What does thahat mean?!” Felix shrieked with laughter as Jisung dug his fingers roughly into the boy’s waist. 

“WHAHAHAT’S GOIHOHOING OHOHOHON!” Felix screeched when Minho grinned and grabbed at his thighs, leaving him kicking and thrashing as he tried to overtake the feelings. 

When Minho’s fingers found his sole, Felix flopped around in ticklish agony, cackling his head off and his antennas were flinging around. 

“NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHA WHAT!” Felix was incredibly confused as to the source of his boisterous laughter. 

“We’re tickling you! It’s super cute, isn’t it?” Jisung teased innocently, still digging into the lee’s highly sensitive ribs. 

“AHAHAHAHA!” Felix giggled and squealed through his laughter, he clearly couldn’t handle much, and you pulled Jisung off before the two managed to kill the boy. 

As per the drill, you rubbed at their antennas, got to know Felix, and falling asleep together. 

You just hoped that that happiness would last. 

word count: 732

i hope you all enjoyed! pls check my intro before interacting! love yaa 💗💖

-sana

the end is super rushed, i know…i’ll tie things up next time i promise 🙏