#Winter's Feast update

[e-one-seven]

Don't Starve Together: Tales From the Constant: Swine & Dine [Animated S...

Happy Winter’s Feast everyone! Check more on the new update here.

[charlesslut16]

-Pregnant christmas-

summary : you and lando visit his family pregnant...

PAIRING : lando norris x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i am so sorry that i didn't post for two days but i had so much to do with collage that i ahd no time to update.

december masterlist ; masterlist 

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You stepped out of the car, the crisp winter air biting at your cheeks as you and Lando arrived at his family's home for Christmas. The air was filled with the scent of pine and anticipation, a light blanket of snow covering the ground, making everything seem like a scene from a holiday card.

The crisp winter air carried the scent of pine and cinnamon as Lando Norris, the Formula 1 driver, and you, his radiant wife, made your way to Lando's family home for a magical Christmas reunion.

With beautiful snowflakes dancing around you, you approached the door adorned with lights, nestled amidst a snowy landscape, adorned with twinkling lights and wreaths.

Lando squeezed your hand gently as you walked up the front steps, his smile warm and infectious. He was excited to introduce you as his wife and share this special time with his family, especially with a little one on the way.

The house was adorned with twinkling lights, a magnificent tree standing proudly in the corner, adorned with colorful ornaments and tinsel.

Laughter echoed through the halls, and you were immediately enveloped in a flurry of hugs and greetings from Lando's family.

As you entered the cozy home of the Norris family, the warmth of festive cheer enveloped the two of you. Lando's family greeted you with open arms and infectious enthusiasm.

His mom, a bundle of joy and warmth, enveloped you in a tight hug, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Welcome, both of you! Oh, look at that bump," she exclaimed, gently placing a hand on your growing belly, a gesture that made Lando beam with pride. His mother adored you.

Your pregnancy bump, adorned with a festive ribbon, was immediately ushered to the comfiest armchair by Lando's mom, who insisted she would take it easy while the others bustled around, preparing a lavish Christmas feast.

The day was a whirlwind of festive activities. Lando's nieces and nephews eagerly showed you their handmade decorations, each one proudly displaying their artistic skills.

Lando, ever the mischievous one, snuck behind you and whispered silly jokes in your ear, making you burst into fits of laughter. He could be serious if he wanted to be, but you liked him better this way.

Amidst the joyful chaos, you found yourselves in the cozy kitchen, where Lando's dad, an expert in culinary delights, was concocting his famous Christmas dinner.

The aromas of roasting turkey and spices filled the air, and you couldn't resist stealing a bite of the freshly baked cookies cooling on the counter, you were allowed, I mean you were pregnant.

As the day drifted into evening, everyone gathered around the fireplace, cups of hot cocoa in hand. Lando's sister, armed with a guitar, led the family in singing classic Christmas carols.

Lando, ever the enthusiast, joined in, his voice blending harmoniously with the melodies, eliciting smiles and applause from everyone. He truly was an angel, your angel.

Later, you found a quiet moment with Lando by the glowing tree, the twinkling lights casting a magical aura around you both. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and whispered,

"This is perfect, isn't it? Spending Christmas with you and our little one on the way."

You nodded, feeling a surge of emotion as you rested your head against his chest.

"Absolutely perfect," you whispered back, your heart swelling with love for this man and the family you were becoming a part of.

The evening ended with exchanging heartfelt gifts, laughter, and embraces. Lando's mom pulled you aside, handing you a beautifully wrapped box.

"For the little one," she said with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

It was a beautiful little necklace with Norris been standing on it. You knew that either bean would be a girl or a boy, she or he would appreciate and love the lovely gift.

As you and Lando drove back home, the moon lighting the snow-covered landscape, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude and happiness.

"I love you, Lan. I hope that we can spend a thousand more Christmas together."

"I love you, angel."

"And I love you, bean," Lando added and gave your bump a little kiss, as he stood at a red traffic light.

The day had been filled with love, warmth, and the promise of new beginnings. And as you both nestled into each other's arms, you knew that this Christmas would be a cherished memory forever etched in your hearts.

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MASK OF HATE (CH 3) | Michael x Reader

just when i was finally starting to feel better physically, i tanked mentally :') so i'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. i hope this was worth the wait though! i promise i Do plan to work on other stuff besides just MoH but rn i just. needed to write Michael for a bit

MICHAEL MYERS x FTM!READER (he/him)

SUMMARY: You internally cursed Dr. Loomis for tormenting this man for so, so many years. Embodiment of evil your ass, he was so obviously desperate for love and care that he'd practically thrown himself at you as soon as you'd proven you would love him no matter what. He was more than the traumas he felt compelled to reenact. He was so, so much more and you loved every part of him.

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Halloween in Haddonfield was always a high-strung time for the town.

Ever since the Halloween killings a few years ago, the town had taken a hesitant approach to the holiday. Parents made a point to accompany their kids everywhere or just simply stay home with them. If phones went down or power went out, babysitting teens were told to cross the street and get help, no matter what. Despite the horrors, people still dressed up, still went looking for candy, and still snuck out to make out with their respective partners.

Halloween for you had been quiet. You'd gone to a small costume party with your friends and tried to stay busy. You knew Michael was out working since news of his crimes reached your party, people whispering and gasping at the reported murders coming from the televisions.

You tried not to think about it.

By the time you got home, it was nearly 2am and you were exhausted. As though sensing your arrival, the Boogeyman stepped out of the shadows of your kitchen, bloodstained and breathing heavily. "Busy night?" You'd called to him with a tired smile. He tilted his head in lieu of any response.

With the holiday over, you wondered what Michael would do next. For many nights after, you lay in bed and bore holes in your ceiling as you tried to come up with a plan. Would he leave? Go back to Smith's Grove? Surely he couldn't keep killing, right? There'd be no people left in Haddonfield eventually. But was that the point?

You didn't know. You didn't like not knowing.

But he didn't do any of those things. Instead, he'd sit on your couch and watch television, intrigued by the cartoons, or follow you around the house. If you left, he'd stalk you from a distance just out of sight. He joined you for dinner and movies in front of the television and seemed to enjoy watching horror films when you put them on. You knew him well enough to notice he had a soft spot for The Thing so you tried to put it on as often as possible.

It became the new normal. Domestic and quiet.

Months passed. Fall oranges faded to browns and whites as winter approached. You'd leave out food for Mayhem in hopes he'd come home but you began to lose hope. All you could do now was pray he didn't suffer or that he hadn't been eaten by some other animal.

Michael always watched you when you did this, stood in the doorway of the backdoor while you sat on the narrow steps, hoping your kitty would come home. It might've looked silly to him but he never tried to stop you. You appreciated that.

During all this, he didn't kill anyone. At least, not that you knew of. You tried to avoid the news and, with your dad gone, you didn't have much insider information anymore. Who knows if they were even still looking for him.

So you made a Thanksgiving feast. Michael was familiar with the concept but you knew it had likely been a long time since he'd actually gotten to participate. So you went all out - turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, green bean casserole, gravy, the whole nine yards. The two of you ate together on your couch and watched Charlie Brown episodes, eating your weights in food and falling asleep on opposite ends of the couch.

When you'd woken, you had been taken aback by how peaceful he looked when he slept. Curly hair ruffled from the awkward angle he lay against one of your throw pillows, his face still but not tense. Pretty, you thought to yourself not for the first time.

It was nice. Everything felt perfect.

One afternoon when you'd gotten back from work, you saw Michael masked up and standing on your front porch cradling something wrapped up in an old towel. "What is that?" You gasped, fearing the worse as you hurried closer.

But you broke down into tears, immediately recognizing Mayhem. Cold, trembling, and most certainly sick in so many ways but alive and home. You'd taken him to the vet's office, a sobbing mess in the waiting room. He'd need surgery for his infected wounds and have to be on antibiotics for a long time but you were just relieved he was home and safe now.

Michael never told you how he found him. You didn't ask, just baked him a pumpkin pie as thanks.

November browns turned to December blues as snow and frost began to make appearances. The first snow day, you'd bundled both yourself and Michael up and dragged him outside to see the falling snow. He wore the mask much less now, often leaving the thing in the corner of the closet, hidden away like a bad memory.

You didn't really understand that. Your best theory was that the mask compelled Michael to kill and now that Halloween had come and gone, he was back to some semblance of normal. He still wore masks from time to time - rustic paper mache ones crafted at your kitchen table on quiet afternoons - but significantly less now. Maybe it was just a Halloween thing and he was relatively normal the rest of the year? You weren't sure. Obviously, you knew better than to push about what happened with his sister but you wondered if the killings were a reenactment of the trauma.

Psychology has always interested you.

It wouldn't surprise you if the great Dr. Loomis neglected to acknowledge that Michael was traumatized, quick to demonize him rather than provide him proper care. That he didn't put together Michael went from a normal boy to suddenly completely nonverbal and monotonous after killing her. It had affected him, even if people didn't want to admit that. Michael himself included.

But wearing the classic mask a little less meant you could slip a cute wool hat on his head and drag him out, mitten-clad hands clasped together as you charged outside. "Come see, come see!"

Michael looked up at the falling snow, squinting against the snowflakes that began to freckle his face. You'd laughed and nudged him. "Try this," you said before opening your mouth and letting the snowflakes fall on your tongue.

He'd given you a bewildered look but tried it. Only because he'd grown so fond of you, you assumed.

Days passed. Mayhem made a full recovery and now spent his days lounging in the winter sun. Sometimes he'd brush against Michael for attention and the man had gotten better at returning it, fingers brushing soft black fur occasionally. It was sweet, you thought, how he'd slowly begun to reintegrate into your life.

When you caught him drawing on looseleaf papers, you decided to get him paints and canvases as an early Christmas present and cleared out your dad's old room to let him have an art studio to paint and work on his masks in private. You'd layed down old newspapers to keep the floor relatively clean when you revealed it to him. He'd spend hours up in there, painting or making masks. You'd helped him hang some up on the wall of the room with little thumbtacks as hooks. He was getting good, you'd thought as you examined a bright orange mask that resembled a jack o' lantern.

Michael didn't show you his paintings very often. That wasn't really the point anyways so you didn't mind. But there had been a few times when he'd leave a dried canvas outside your bedroom door or atop your bed like a cat offering dead animals. Your favorite so far was one of the winter sky painted with fluffy whites and cold blues with your own profile looking up at the sky. The way he painted was streaky, like his hands shook, but it was still beautifully detailed despite the messy lines and bleeding colors.

It was interesting seeing yourself through someone else's eyes translated to art. You'd kept the painting in your room and you'd trace your fingers along the raised streaks of paint, fingers running along the lines of your face. You wondered, fleetingly with bright red cheeks, if he painted you often and just never showed you.

There was a chance. You liked to think he did.

It was around the middle of December as you attempted to get ready for a holiday party. Attempted being the key word. “Michael,” you sighed, adjusting your elf hat. “I told you, I’ll be back later tonight. I’ve left dinner in the fridge and I promise I’ll call when I’m coming home.”

It was nearing Christmas when you'd gotten invited to a holiday party. You were attempting to get ready, dressing up as a cute little elf. Attempting being the key word. "Michael," you sighed, adjusting your stupid looking elf hat, "I told you, I'll be back later tonight. I've left dinner in the fridge and I promise I'll call when I'm coming home."

Michael glared at you behind the accursed Halloween mask. He had a habit of being a bit of a brat and you found it equally annoying as you did endearing. He'd put the mask on when he'd learnt you were leaving but you'd expected that. Whenever he was generally stressed out or upset, you'd find it covering his head. The symbolism there wasn't lost on you but you had more pressing things to worry about then the possible metaphor of Michael masking himself literally and figuratively.

"If you're so upset, why not come with?" You snorted to yourself as you focused on doing your eyes in a dark green with white mascara. "I can do your makeup, dress you in a cute sweater, no one would know it's you. Could be fun, yeah?"

You paused to do your lips in a dark red. Makeup wasn't really your preference but it suited the costume you wore - a dark green tunic with red and white striped knee socks with brown boots. The hat was a matching green and jingled stupidly from the little bell on the end. You'd done your face with a heavy blush and had drawn little white snowflakes in liquid eyeliner. It was cute.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching you had you spinning around. Michael stood directly behind you and tilted his head when you made eye contact. "Wait, are you serious?" You blinked in surprise. You'd gotten good at reading him in the few months you'd spent living together and you could tell he was accepting your offer.

He gave you a blank stare before putting a hand around your neck and squeezing. You noted his tense shoulders and tried to relax. A few months ago, this gesture would have terrified you. Now you knew that it was just his way of expression. A knife and a violent hand was all he could use to convey things so you'd learnt to just roll with it, knowing that his intent wasn't to kill you.

So you didn't panic.

"I'm not making fun!" You insisted, lifting a hand to push lightly at his chest. "I just need to be sure you're actually interested in going. There'll be people there, you know that right?" Silence. "People you can't kill." More silence. "I'm not kidding either, you can't hurt or kill anyone if you come with me." It had been a long time since he'd killed anyone but you could never be totally sure of his motives. He could still be unpredictable from time to time.

Michael let you go and marched towards the dresser. You watched curiously as he fished out a black shirt and black jeans - clothes you'd gotten for him when he couldn't be in the jumpsuit - before offering them with outstretched arms. He gave you a curt nod and you smiled.

He didn't do that often so you knew he was serious.

"Alright then, c'mere big guy," you motioned for him to sit on the bed as you began gathering up makeup supplies. You kept your head turned away as he changed to offer him some semblance of privacy. Growing up in an institution meant he didn't have a lot of shame left but you always felt bad when you thought about that. 

You missed the way his hands shook as he took off the mask, too busy searching for a colored contact for his injured eye. You found a pretty jade green and figured that'd work. Heterochromia was uncommon, not unheard of. Some red eyeshadow for his eyes would help cover up the scar and would also be cute for a Rudolph nose. You collected your supplies and turned to Michael with a wide smile.

That smile fell when you saw him sitting on your bed, dressed up nice as he stared at the mask clutched tightly in his hands. He stared into its face with wide, terrified eyes and that made you freeze. You'd seen that look only once before: when you held each other in the bathroom after you'd saved him from being shot.

"You don't have to go." Your voice was soft and reassuring. He looked up at you slowly and you continued. "I know this isn't something you normally do, but-" Michael blinked slowly as you rambled. "I don't want you to feel like you have to do this for me." The last thing you needed was him snapping and killing people at the party. You'd both be in trouble for that.

But you also wondered if he was unfamiliar with being given choices. You never forced Michael into things he didn't want to do and it was possible he wasn't used to that.

He stared at you for a long time, fingernails digging into latex, before he unclenched long enough for the mask to fall to the floor with a soft crunch. The two of you stared at it for a long time and he blinked rapidly as he stared. You could tell by the clenching and unclenching of his jaw that he was fighting something off.

You wanted to make it easier for him.

So you took a seat beside him and reached for his face with slow hands. His flinch made your heart break and you cooed to him softly. "It's just me," you soothed as you clicked open the container with the contact lens inside. "I'd never hurt you."

Michael relaxed slowly, watching you with something storming in his eyes. You cupped his cheek with one hand and his eyes fluttered briefly. "Have you ever put contacts in?" You asked, smiling warmly at him.

He shook his head once. This was going to be tricky.

It took some time to get the contact in. Neither of you really knew what you were doing and you kept worrying it'd roll back to his brain. But, with your combined efforts, it now sat comfortably in his eye. Pretty green-hazel heterochromatic eyes that you fought to not get lost in. Even with the scarring he looked… normal.

"Should I even ask if you've ever worn makeup?" You teased as you took out the eyeshadow. "I'll be brushing your face and around your eyes. Is that okay?"

Michael blinked slowly, which you took as a yes.

"Stop me if it gets to be too much, okay?" You said softly before dabbing the brush in the dark red and swiping it gently over his lids, relieved it covered the scar pretty well.

You weren't sure how familiar people were with his actual face. When people thought of Michael Myers, did they just see the pale, masked face of the Boogeyman? Or did they see his mugshot, televised on the evening news as they reported his escape and recapture?

When you moved to his next eye, his hand shot out to clench your hip tight. He hated feeling vulnerable. You were the only exception to his no touching rule because you'd proven your loyalty. In exchange, he'd given you protection. But he still disliked giving over control and holding you like a stressball was the only thing he could do to abate his anxiety.

You dusted some red on the tip of his nose and smiled to yourself. "So a few of my friends will be there," you hummed as you added the finishing touches on the raccoon-style eyeshadow you'd given him to hide a lot of the scars. Since he was wearing darker clothes, you reached for the black eyeshadow next with the intent of dusting it around his lids to give him a smokier look. It made him a tad intimidating, black soot that petered out into a dark red. "They'll probably try to talk to you but I'll try and take over. If they ask, we'll say you got in a car accident when you were young and haven't been able to talk since."

He gave your hip a squeeze in confirmation.

You brushed some red on the tip of his nose with a hum. "My friend Leslie is the chattiest so at least we won't have to worry about him. He's always rambling on and on about the horror novel he's writing. To his credit, it's really interesting." You began to brush a heavy blush on his cheeks, chuckling at the way he squinted against the sensation. "It's about some boy who was thrown over a waterfall before rising to take revenge on the town? I think? I mean, he'll certainly tell you all about it. I think he's calling it Behind the Mask or something, I'm not sure."

Michael opened his eyes when you finished with the blush and you froze. He looked good and you couldn't help but stare. Tight fitting shirt, half-lidded eyes decorated in smoky colors, and messy brown curls that you made a note to fluff up before you left. He looked painfully normal and pretty and you wanted to-

You cleared your throat and grabbed the white eyeliner pen. "This'll be colder but try not to move." Gently, you held under his chin to keep him steady as you began to dot little freckles along his cheeks and nose, pausing to draw larger snowflakes at the corners of his eyes. That way you two matched!

When you pulled back, you realized he'd been staring at you.

There were a few times in the time of you knowing Michael that you wondered if he could read minds. If, in order to be the scariest thing possible, he knew exactly what scared someone. But, you reminded yourself, this wasn't some Stephen King novel. Still, it unnerved you to consider he knew what you thought of him privately.

"Oh! I know!" You hopped up and hurried back over to your vanity, grabbing a brown headband decorated with felt horns wrapped in tiny bells. They were painfully cute and you spun to show him.

He squinted at you and you giggled. "Trust me, it'll look super cute." Sliding it atop his head, you finally got to fluff his hair out to disguise the band better. When you stepped back, you gave him a once-over and a smile.

Michael fucking Myers dressed up as a reindeer. Cute little nose, horns, and all.

"You think we should use nicknames to be less suspicious?" You hummed, tilting your head - a habit you'd picked up from him. "I could call you Mike." He glared at you and you smiled with a faux-innocence. "Aw, don't like it?" He glared harder and you laughed. "Well, if they ask for your last name, I'm making something up!"

He got up wordlessly and made his way to your vanity, examining himself in the mirror. As expected, he didn't say anything. But he did touch lightly at his eyes, curious when the powder came off on his fingers. You joined him, looking you both over in the mirror. From the outside, you two looked like any normal young couple heading for a Christmas party.

“Well Mikey,” you said as you grabbed your bag, “Shall we?”

You laughed at the slow, unimpressed blink he gave you.

You were honestly impressed Chrissy managed to get so many people to come. She'd been very popular in high school - a cheerleader who'd dated the quarterback of the football team, well-liked, and clearly still riding that high despite graduating out of high school cliques. Chrissy had been a year above you but had always been one of those girls to try and invite everyone she knew to any events she threw. So you weren't exactly close friends but you'd helped her with a school project once and apparently that was enough for her.

The house was decorated to the nines, lined in little white lights that glistened against the freshly fallen snow. Little reindeer animatronics made of the same lights "grazed" in the front yard and little candy cane lights lined the pathway. It all felt a little magical. A small flurry had picked up when you and Michael got out of the car and made your way up to the front door.

Michael paused to look up at the sky while you rang the doorbell, listening to the melodic chimes ring out inside the house. You swore he almost smiled, his hair dusted in little white flakes when he looked down at you. Your heart seized at the sight and you were struck with the urge to k–

Chrissy opened the door, smiling wide and dressed in an inappropriate Mrs Claus outfit. She surveyed you both and let out a surprised gasp, the corners of her mouth curling in delight. "And who's this hottie?" She whispered at you while giggling like a schoolgirl. "I didn't know you knew any cute guys. No offense." She twirled her hair, shamelessly looking Michael up and down.

Jealousy shot through you like a bolt of lightning. "He's my boyfriend."

"Oh," she seemed almost disappointed, which you tried to brush off. She'd always felt a little entitled towards whomever she determined was the most attractive guy. It was just how she was, even if it pissed you off in the moment. "Well, I'm happy for you!" She spun on her heel and led you both into the house, gesturing for her butler to take your coats. "Feel free to mingle, lovebirds! We've got drinks, food, and our chef made a bunch of cookies."

Michael seemed to notice the lovebirds comment and you flushed, giving a nod and smile to Chrissy while trying to ignore his stare boring into the back of your head. "Thanks. Oh, um, here!" You reached into your bag and held out a small, nicely wrapped gift. "For the Secret Santa."

She lit up and took the box enthusiastically. "Ohmygosh, thank you! I was just going to ask." Chrissy added the box to a nearby table and clasped her hands together excitedly. "Alright, perfect, you're free to go!"

You led the way to the kitchen, dodging a few familiar faces with smiles and waves and promises to return once you'd gotten some food and drinks. Michael held your wrist the whole way there, squeezing harder and harder the more people spoke to you.

The kitchen was huge, white, and perfectly pristine. The maid who cleaned everything always made their house look like an interior design catalog rather than an actual home. A large plate of highly elaborate sugar cookies lay atop the countertop, a large amount already missing with only trails of crumbs indicative of their place there.

You grabbed a candy cane shaped cookie and gestured for Michael to grab one. "I think you'll like these." He just stared at you, eyes widened ever so slightly. "What?" You asked through a mouthful of cookie. His head tilted slightly and you swallowed nervously. "Sorry for the, um, boyfriend comment. It just, uh, it felt like a safe alibi, y'know?"

Michael stared at you, eyes calculating. You prepared a million apologies in your head before he reached for a snowman cookie and bit into it, never breaking eye contact. You weren't sure if that was approval or disapproval so you both just stood there, staring awkwardly at each other and eating sugar cookies. Your fingers drummed anxiously on the cold marble tile of the kitchen counter as you tried to stand your ground.

When he finished his, Michael stepped closer to you and placed a hand at your waist. He leant forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, making you gasp in surprise. It wasn't exactly a kiss but the intent was there and the message was clear. You swallowed when he pulled back and you swore his eyes softened. "Okay, okay, cool," you said quietly, trying - and failing - to hold back your smile.

Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and smirked to yourself about the faint lipstick stain there. You snagged another couple cookies and a glass of cider. His cheeks were a soft pink when you passed him one of the cookies. "Shall we brace the music?" You grinned as you took his arm and led him out the door back into the party.

Everything went perfectly, all things considered. Of course, everyone you knew wanted to meet your new boyfriend. "It's a recent development," you'd say as Michael took a drink to avoid talking. "I met him when my car broke down and we just… hit it off, y'know?" You'd smile as though recounting the memories through your pleasant buzz from the cider.

"How long have you been dating?" You were asked a few times.

"Oh, a month and a half now, I think. It feels like it's been longer." You'd say while Michael chewed on cookies.

It had been, if you thought about when the starting point of your relationship could've been. Maybe not long after he'd gotten sick and you'd cared for him in a way he hadn't had since he was a child. Or maybe after you'd both made a wordless pact to each other while your father lay bleeding on the kitchen floor. Hard to say. But calling him your boyfriend had come so easily that you questioned how long you'd considered him that in your subconscious.

When Chrissy announced her parent's arrival with a few of their friends in tow, you went to greet them without a second thought. You froze in fear when you caught sight of her father: John Kallas. Officer Kallas. A friend of your father's who had been part of the team searching for Michael around Halloween.

You clutched Michael's arm and steered him to a quiet hallway of the house. "Don't let her dad see you," you whisper-yelled. When he tilted his head, you ran a nervous hand through your hair. "He was one of the cops looking for you. He might recognize you."

Michael didn't visibly react but you did notice him clenching his jaw. "I didn't know he'd be here! I hadn't thought of it until I saw him." You sighed, frustrated with your own anxiety rising. "I'm sorry. Do you want to leave?"

He seemed to think it over but you were interrupted by heels clicking on the tile floor. In a panic, you grabbed his wrists and put his hands at your waist. "Act like we were kissing." You whispered as you leant in, bumping your foreheads together.

His head tilted askew slightly and gave you a moment to mess up your lipstick a little. The footsteps came to a halt and you heard a familiar laugh that made all the anxiety in your body melt away in an instant.

Kalei stood with their arms crossed, looking you both over with an amused expression. "So is this the guy you were telling me about back in September?" They laughed at seeing the way you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment.

Michael gave you a quizzical look and you groaned. "Yes, yes, he is." You confessed with an exhausted sigh. "But shh!" You waved a hand at them to try and quiet them.

They didn't back down though. "He would gush about you at work to me all the time," they drawled out, ignoring your flustered protests.

"I didn't-!"

"You better treat him right!" Kalei said, crossing their arms over their chest. "I may not look it but I can pack a serious punch."

Michael blinked slowly before looking back at you. "What do you need, Kalei?" You sputtered, trying to change the topic before your impromptu boyfriend decided to make a scene.

"Oh, the Secret Santa's starting. Came to getcha." They gestured for you both to follow with an impish smile growing on their face. "Better hurry up before people start making assumptions." They teased with a waggle of their eyebrows.

Your face lit up like a torch and you gently pushed Michael away to march down the hall. "N-no, wouldn't want that, yeah." Your voice sounded far away to your own ears, too much blood pounding through your head.

Michael followed on your heels like a loyal dog and you tried to ignore the way that made you feel.

You and Michael took a seat on one of the couches and you held his arm almost possessively, especially when you noticed some of the other girls at the party kept looking at him with bashful faces. It pissed you off just how shameless they were even when they knew he was dating you. Was it that hard for people to believe?

The absence of John Kallas made you think that he and his buddies had gone into one of the other rooms. Which put your mind at ease, at least a little.

The Secret Santa was relatively uneventful. You clapped politely as people opened their gifts and were surprised when Chrissy handed you your gift from her. A book on growing vegetables with a tab already inside on a picture of a tomato plant. "You think I should grow tomatoes?" You gave her an amused smile.

"Well, duh! It, like, suits your whole vibe, y'know? I'm surprised you don't grow more vegetables." Chrissy had nudged you gently as you began leafing through the rest of the book, skimming the words as Michael watched over your shoulder.

As it finally came time to leave, you were saying your goodbyes to Chrissy when you spotted Officer Kallas leaving the kitchen. You pulled Michael out of there quickly, hoping that the stumble the officer gave was simply him tripping and not because he'd seen The Boogeyman as your date to his daughter's party.

Your walk back to the car was brisk and silent. White snow was like stars as it fell overhead before coming to rest on your shoulders and the ground below. "Thank you for coming," you said, reaching over to squeeze Michael's hand. "It was nice having you there."

Before you could pull your hand away completely, he gave you a squeeze of his own before climbing into the passenger seat.

Oh, you thought to yourself. Oh.

For Christmas, you'd gotten Michael a drum set.

It had been an impulsive buy, a decision you had made while walking past a thrift store and noticing a decently priced set on display in the window.

He enjoyed doing things with his hands - be it painting, making masks, or, most recently, helping you decorate Christmas cookies. So you figured he'd get a kick out of drumming. You lived far out enough that he could afford to be loud without worrying about waking the neighbors up and you had a detached garage he could play in. Maybe when the weather got warmer, he'd move outside.

And it might help him to let energy out. You'd caught him giving death glares to random postmen who came to your door and he'd already begun the habit of wearing the accursed Halloween mask around the house again. So you didn't want him to get bored.

“Here,” you said as you passed him the drumsticks. He examined them curiously and you gestured to the drums. When he gave you an empty stare, you took one of the stucks and whacked on the cymbals. That made Michael’s eyes widen and he moved around to take a seat. “You can be as loud as you want with them. No one’ll hear soooo… go crazy!”

Michael took the stick back and held them both in hesitant hands. With a few bangs that seemed exploratory coupled with getting the hang of pressing his foot to make a lower noise, he seemed to catch on pretty quick. His banging grew in speed and volume as he gained confidence and you laughed, covering your ears when the sound echoed off the walls of the small space. "You got it!" You called over the crashing cymbals.

A loud bang signified the end of his "song" and he stared at you with wide, crazy eyes, panting heavily. "Fun, right?" You smiled at him. "They're all yours so you're free to come play them whenever you want."

His lips curled into an almost feral smile that made you smile back. You'd never seen him smile before, much less like that.

Over the next few days, Michael continued sneaking – literally sneaking, like he'd be in trouble if you spotted him – into the garage to play the drums. His disorganized, chaotic banging was slowly starting to take form. Organized chaos, you smiled to yourself. The loud sounds and movements gave Michael a chance to express himself with noise which was quite the contrast to his usual quiet self.. You also found it exceptionally cute when he'd go play and come back inside hours later with his wild brown curls disheveled and a crazed grin on his face.

It had been unsettling at first seeing him smile the way he did but now it just made your heart seize. His fingers would drum on things to a tune you couldn't hear and he was painfully human now, relaxed around you and genuinely happy, from what you could tell.

So you made a mixtape for him that focused on heavy drum sounds, steady but loud beats the way he liked. At first he didn't seem too interested in it but you'd since caught him listening to it a few times, eyes closed and posture relaxed. Music wasn't something Michael had a lot of exposure to so you had fun introducing him to various bands and musicians.

Metal music seemed to be his preference, which made a lot of sense.

It was New Years when things really changed.

You and Michael had the television on with the channel turned to watch the ball drop. It wasn’t typically a tradition you cared about but you could tell your housemate was intrigued. He’d been upstairs painting for most of the day while you cleaned the house up a bit. "Spring cleaning," you said to Michael as he watched you from the kitchen. "Cleaning makes me happy. It's nice to get everything back in order after the holidays. 'sides, it's still too cold out for gardening."

Michael tilted his head but retreated back upstairs with his water jar for his paints.

Once the sun set, you made hot chocolate and ordered pizza. Michael preferred just plain cheese but you’d gotten yours with olives - something Michael always gave you looks for. "Don't knock it 'till ya try it," you'd snickered through a mouthful of pizza.

His brow furrowed in distaste as he took a bite of his own pizza.

It was cute. He had a lot of personality once you knew where to look. And he’d clearly gotten very comfortable with you during the time you’d been living together. It felt like a great honor to get to see Michael Myers do something as mundane as eat pizza in lounge clothes.

The two of you watched cartoons for a few hours until 11:57 hit. You flicked to the news channel and let your head loll to the side and rest against the back of the couch. "It's not the most exciting thing in the world," you said as you glanced at Michael, "But it's fun. It's nice to see everyone around the world get together for something like this."

Michael had just stared at the television with a slight tilt to his head. 11:59 struck and you felt your throat tighten as an idea came to mind. You recalled a conversation you'd had with Chrissy a couple years back where she'd told you about her favorite New Years tradition.

50 seconds…

It couldn't hurt to ask, right?

45…

“Hey, Michael?” Your voice was barely a whisper. You kept your eyes trained on the TV even when you felt his eyes on you.

40…

Swallowing was a challenge for you. “There’s, um, a kind of New Years tradition. That, um, it means-”

30…

“-you’ll have good luck for the rest of the year.” Your words were slow and methodical. It felt like you had to really sell him on the idea, even if you were afraid to tell him what it was. You weren't even sure you wanted to admit to yourself how badly you wanted to-

25…

“Want to do it?”

Michael just stared blankly at you. His eyes darted between yours, calculating. It made you feel flayed open despite the fact you were pretty sure he didn't know what you were talking about.

20…

He gave you a single nod. You quickly darted your tongue out to wet your lips. Now or never, you sighed internally.

“Trust me,” you said more than asked. His eyes widened slightly but he didn't pull away. You knew he trusted you and all you could do was hope he didn't react poorly.

15…

You swallowed around the heavy lump in your throat and tried to not look too worried. If he got the impression it was something bad, you may lose your chance. Lifting a gentle hand, you let your fingertips graze his cheek before slowly settling to cup his face properly.

It was like you could hear the sound of your own heart pounding even over the cheering on the television.

10…

"This okay?

9…

Michael's eyes softened and he gave a slight nod, as though worried he'd dislodge you entirely.

8…

You scooted closer, the both of you adjusting so you were sat facing each other, opposite shoulders brushing the back of the couch. He sat perfectly cross-legged while one of your legs braced against the floor.

7…

Slowly, you reached over with your free hand to tangle your fingers together in a loose hold.

6…

His eyes widened more and his lips parted. A look of realization flashed in his eyes and for a moment you worried you'd overstepped.

5…

"Still okay?"

4…

Michael gave a small nod again, eyes darting all over your face as he searched for…something. You weren't sure.

3…

2…

1…

You leant forward and pressed your lips together in a sweet kiss. The sounds of cheering that came from the television felt far away and underwater. Every sense in your body was focused on Michael - the warmth of his hand, the residual taste of hot chocolate on his lips, and the soft intake of breath you heard when your lips met.

It felt like the cheering was for you two.

At first, Michael didn't seem sure what to do with himself. With some gentle guidance, you tilted his head to the side to let him lean into the kiss better. He was clearly trying, so you scooted closer and let him set his hands on your hips to lift you into his lap without breaking the kiss.

When you parted to catch your breaths, Michael was staring at you with half-lidded, glassy eyes. It felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest

You pulled him back in, tangling your fingers in his hair to keep him in place. His arms wrapped around your waist and you sunk into his hold. Being with him felt warm and safe.

So yeah. Things changed on New Years. But neither of you were complaining.

The snow finally began to clear up, being replaced smoothly by sleet and rain. It was honestly far more preferable to you, since it made walks in the forest more enjoyable. You'd always preferred the rain.

It had been a few weeks since the New Years and you and Michael were in some type of relationship. The word "dating" had come to mind but it wasn't really accurate. It was more than dating. You were partners in crime - literally and figuratively - as well as good friends, housemates, close confidants, and, more importantly, you saw each other. Really and truly. You'd both picked up on the others wordless sentences and slight shifts in your bodies were like loud declarations. Sure, you two held hands and he let you touch him more but that wasn't what was important to you.

Michael smiled more. He'd watch you with soft, sleepy eyes, stopped tensing whenever you cut his hair, and you'd caught him dozing off on the couch a few times.

You internally cursed Dr. Loomis for tormenting this man for so, so many years. Embodiment of evil your ass, he was so obviously desperate for love and care that he'd practically thrown himself at you as soon as you'd proven you would love him no matter what. He was more than the traumas he felt compelled to reenact. He was so, so much more and you loved every part of him.

Today, you needed to run down to the store to grab a few things. The rain had finally let up enough that you felt comfortable driving. "Michael? I'll be back around 5:30, alright?" You called into the house as you fastened your shoes.

Ever since the Christmas party, he'd gotten better about you leaving the house for short periods of time. So long as you promised to come back, that is. If you didn't, you knew he'd hunt you down with a knife and a bloodstained jumpsuit. Of that, you had no doubt.

Michael appeared in the doorway of the kitchen staring at you. You shot him a grin and grabbed your bags. "Be back soon!" You called over your shoulder as you ventured outside.

Looking back on it, you wished you'd stayed home…

You were examining a box of cereal for dents when someone approached you. "Hey," Chrissy's voice came from behind you. When you turned, she looked tense with her arms around herself and her smile was tight. Forced. Alarm bells began ringing in your head but you smiled back.

"Hey, Chrissy. Uh, you okay?"

"How's your boyfriend? What was his name, um, Michael, right?" She looked like she'd be sick and you felt white-hot adrenaline shoot through you like a bolt of lightning. "He, um, is he around?"

You swallowed, keeping your movements slow and casual. If you cracked, then she'd know. So you made a show of putting the cereal box into your cart and took the chance to look around. The aisle was empty but you caught the sign of movement near the end. Blue police uniforms, likely Chrissy's dad and his partner.

"No, he's traveling." You gave Chrissy an exhausted smile. "Y'know I'm not gonna pass your number along, right?"

She looked pale but her smile got wider and she took a small step back, like you terrified her. "Did, um, did someone die?" Her fake pout made you want to punch her in the face. Her faux sympathy oozed from her tone and you couldn't help the way your eye twitched. "Maybe his sister-?"

You froze in place. She knew. You don't know how she found out but there was no doubt she knew. Why the hell Officer Kallas had waited so long to act, let alone use his daughter as bait, was beyond you. Had he seen pictures from the party and asked Chrissy to identify him? Had he compared it to his mugshot? The thought of that made you irrationally angry.

"His dad is sick." You grit out through clenched teeth.

"You're sick," Chrissy shot back like a viper. "You've been sleeping with the fucking Boogeyman! You brought him to my house, oh my god, what if he killed-!" She choked back a sob, having the audacity to look betrayed.

Like a Barbie doll with mascara tears.

Enough was enough. You spun on your heel and marched away from a sobbing Chrissy like a man on a mission. You heard Officer Kallas call your name and you took a steadying breath before spinning, swinging the metal cart full of boxes and cans behind you and watching the two officers stumble and trip. Chrissy shrieked in fear and you took off towards the sliding glass doors. The crackle of a walkie talkie behind you was loud, too loud for you to make out any words being said. Everything in you was hyperfocused on running.

You heard heavy footsteps hot on your heel and you wished, momentarily, that you had a weapon of your own.

All you had to do was get to your car, the little piece of junk like an oasis in a hot desert. All you had to do was get in and you could get away, get to a phone booth and call Michael. Tell him to get Mayhem, pack bags, and get out. You'd promise you'd pick him up. Something. Anything.

But you’d never get the chance. 

The officer tailing grabbed you around your middle and lifted you up like a bratty child hauling a cat around. “Put me down!” You shrieked and began to slam your fists on his arms.

"You're under arrest for disrupting justice, harboring a criminal, and assaulting an officer," his robotic words fell on deaf ears as you continued to fight for your life. Cornered animals bit and he was finding that out the hard way as you twisted to claw at his face.

But he easily overpowered you, shoving you into the backseat of his police cruiser and slamming the door. Tears began to fall down your face as you began to panic. Michael wouldn't know they were coming. They surely knew to check your house. They'd catch him there and then what? Would they kill him? Shoot to kill, like you remembered hearing on the radio all those months ago?

You felt like throwing up. All you could do was curl up on the leather seats and sob your heart out.

All you could do was hope he'd be okay.

Dr. Samuel Loomis considered himself a brilliant man.

He was assigned to Michael Myers' case when the young boy had first been admitted to Smith's Grove when he'd just been a young, non-speaking child. His mother had brought him in, her eyes red rimmed and pleading to help her son.

And Dr. Loomis always loved a challenge case. Every 'difficult' patient he ever had while working in this institution had eventually cracked under his methods. So he studied Michael, subjecting him to various medications, talk therapy, and tried everything to trigger any kind of response out of him. At first, Michael seemed to truly want to be helped. His mother visited every week and talked with him about home, about his life after the institution.

Michael took well to art therapy, much to Loomis' frustrations - he had strongly advised against giving the young boy access to making masks - and he started to make progress in sorting through what happened to him.

Then his parents died. It was like everything in Michael shut down after that. Walls were built up high and became impenetrable the longer Dr Loomis poked and prodded for a reaction. 

Years went by and no more progress was made. It was like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall with eyes like the devil, as far as Loomis was concerned. There was no way a child could commit such atrocities without an ounce of guilt, no confession of sin. He'd advocated strongly against Michael being released on parole, insisting he was soulless and dangerous.

So Halloween came and Michael escaped, killing teenagers and reenacting the horrors he'd committed to his sister fifteen years ago. And now he had escaped yet again. This time was different though - Michael had gone missing for several months now. Too long had passed without any new murders and Loomis was becoming anxious and impatient. Police had let the case go, grateful at the idea Michael moved on to terrorize a new town.

But Dr. Loomis knew Michael Myers all too well.

He stood in his dimly lit office, watching a police car drive up through the large open window. Watching you get unloaded from the car and observing the way you fought so viciously, Loomis felt like he hit the jackpot. It was no wonder Michael was so obsessed with you. There was a darkness to you that had yet to grow anywhere. Surely he was just biding his time, playing house with you while he waited for you to snap and join him in his killing sprees.

He couldn't have that though. Michael had to be returned to Smith's Grove before he caused any more devastation.

“Doctor?” Officer Kallas’s voice broke the psychologist from his stupor.

“Come in.” He turned, looking over his shoulder and smiling when he lay eyes on you.

There you were. In handcuffs with tear tracks on your face. Your lip was split from where you'd nicked it while trying to bite Officer Kallas. “We apprehended him like you asked. We’ll head to the house to retrieve-”

“Don’t,” Loomis held up his hand to still the room. “No. We’ve got all we need right here.” He approached you slowly, like you were something to behold. You felt slimy under his fascinated stare. “Michael will come looking for him. Then we’ll catch him. We can’t give him any home-turf advantages.”

Officer Kallas nodded and shoved you forward into the room before closing the door behind him. You felt like a muzzled dog, glaring down the doctor with such hate that it reminded him of Michael.

Dr Loomis took a seat at his desk. “Tell me,” he hummed, “What was it like being held captive by Michael?” You looked at him, brow furrowed. Held captive? Was that the narrative they were running with? He seemed to misinterpret your confusion and gave you a sympathetic smile. “I know you were held by him for quite some time. Your friend Chrissy told her father about it. You were seen-”

“I wasn't a prisoner.” You spat, almost offended.

“So you were simply afraid.” The doctor clicked his pen, beginning to write something down. His scribbling felt grating on your nerves and you felt the urge to strangle the man, cuffs be damned.

But you just glared at him instead. “What is this, an interrogation?”

Dr. Loomis lifted his head and you could see the arrogance in his eyes. “I’ve studied Michael for sixteen years,” he said slowly, “And I’ve never seen him so fascinated by another human being.”

“Maybe you’re just shitty at your job.” You scoffed.

If you weren't already glaring daggers, you would have missed the disapproving look Loomis gave you. "In good time, my theory will be proven." He gave you a smile and gestured to one of the chairs sat in front of his desk. "Michael will come for you. And when he does, I will finally rid the world of that potent evil." He said with a menacing, teeth-filled smile.

You wish you’d stayed home.

[cleo-fox]

As the Clock Strikes Midnight - Part II

Series Masterlist Chapter Summary: In which you sneak into a masquerade. Chapter Warnings: Loki being an absolutely shameless flirt, some kissing, lots of banter.

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It’s a strange feeling, walking into the masquerade in your mother’s dress. You’ve thought about this so many times that parts of it feel oddly surreal, like you’ve somehow wandered into a memory you’ve forgotten you had. 

You’re not entirely prepared to feel so visible. Your dress is a shade or two too fine to be owned by a servant, so most people assume that you’re a noble—when a footman calls you “my lady,” you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from correcting him. People smile and incline their heads slightly, whereas before their gazes would simply slide right past you. You find that you have to remind yourself to take slow and deep breaths. Inhale, exhale. Just breathe.

You’d caught glimpses of the ballroom before, but it, too, feels different now that you’re actually here as a guest. Garlands of exotic flowers drape from the walls and ceilings along with strands of crystals and colored glass beads that sparkle like diamonds when they catch the light. The remnants of the feast that you helped prepare are a rainbow of colors that seem grander than they had in the kitchens. Even the cakes—the same ones that you’d barely finished icing before Anja shooed you away—even they seem a little extraordinary.

People are dancing, a glittering array of fabrics, sequins, and masks swaying in time to music played by a small orchestra. You keep to the edge of the room, taking in the sights, keeping a weather eye out for Fritjof. You’re content to watch the crowd for a while—you’re too nervous to eat and dancing seems similarly risky. It’s enough just to be here, wearing your mother’s dress and pretending that you’re someone who you used to be. 

You’re not sure when all the noise and color starts to feel a bit too much, just that your focus on your breathing suddenly isn’t doing enough to combat the tightness around your ribs that squeezes at your lungs. It’s been so long since you’ve attended an event like this that you’ve forgotten how claustrophobic it can become. The room is just a degree or two too warm and the mingling smell of the food, sweat, and perfume is starting to feel suffocating. You’re not used to people noticing you and every pair of eyes that lands on you squeezes your ribs just a little more and you can feel beads of sweat beginning to gather at your temples and down the column of your spine. You catch a glimpse of Fritjof far away in the crowd—

Air. You need air.

The ballroom looks out onto the palace gardens and winter lingers enough to discourage most people from venturing outside, so that is where you decide to go. It doesn’t take much effort to slip out the door unnoticed and the moment you step outside, it’s a relief. You can still hear the rumble of voices and the swell of music, but it’s more manageable, especially with the balm of the night air so blessedly cool on your cheeks. The tightness around your ribs loosens and the sweat on your brow and spine cools and suddenly you can breathe without feeling like you’re about to choke.

There’s a circle of benches surrounding a fountain not far down the garden path and you make your way to one of them, sitting down heavily. The chill of the stone beneath you is soothing, anchoring you more firmly in the moment and easing the trembling in your arms and legs until you feel more like yourself. You take a few deep breaths. After a moment, a weak, shaky laugh falls from your lips.

“Norns, this was a terrible idea,” you say. “I never should have come.”

“Come now. It can’t be all that bad.”

Your heart leaps wildly into your throat at the sound of another voice and belatedly, you realize that there is a figure standing just in the shadow of the empty fountain, easy enough to miss if you’re not paying attention—which of course, you haven’t been.

The air leaves your lungs when you realize who it is. He wears a mask, but there is no mistaking that buttery smooth voice, those emerald green eyes, or the sardonic tilt of his lips. 

Your legs feel as steady as overcooked noodles, but you scramble to your feet anyway. “I beg your pardon, your highness,” you say, dipping into a curtsy. “I didn’t realize anyone was out here.”

His lips curl into a catlike smile as he approaches you. “Isn’t the point of a masquerade that you’re not supposed to know who I am?”

The prince is as imposing as he ever is, but there’s something about the protection of the mask, the glamor of your dress, the crispness of the night air, and the wild and giddy relief of being away from all those people that makes you feel like you can be yourself. Besides, it's not like he knows who you are—he’s only seen you in the dim light of the library; surely the moonlit garden will provide him with no further clues.

“Well, either I am very clever or you are very obvious,” you say. “I’ll leave it to you to decide.”

He chuckles quietly and you can’t help but feel rather pleased with yourself. “And tell me, what is a very clever lady doing hiding in the gardens during the biggest event of the year?”

“I should ask the same of you, your highness.”

He grins. “Ah, but I asked first, my lady.”

You tilt your head to the side. “You act as though you are expecting something scandalous of me.”

“You must admit the circumstances suggest that you have a good story,” he says.

You laugh, partly because he has no notion of how ridiculous your circumstances actually are. “There could be any number of unexciting reasons why I’m out here.”

He folds his arms across his chest, smirking. “Name one.”

“Perhaps I don’t know how to dance.”

“Doubtful. Even if you didn’t, I should think there would be a score of gentlemen eager to show you. Try again.”

“Perhaps I don’t know how to dance and I am very shy.”

He chuckles, a low throaty sound that makes your spine tingle. “If you were very shy, I think you would have taken your leave of me almost immediately.��

“Perhaps I am all of those things and unfailingly polite,” you say.

“Unfailingly polite, yet here you are, skulking in the garden, hiding from your hosts.”

“And again, your highness, I am compelled to note that you are out here as well.”

“Perhaps I am looking for stragglers in order to reprimand them.”

Before you can stop yourself, you snort. “I doubt it.”

“Oh?” he says, his voice sounding lightly amused. “You would doubt a prince?”

“You do not seem like a man who concerns himself overly much with the affairs of others.” 

“You are astute, my lady.” He taps a finger against his lips and you’re fairly certain he’s raising an eyebrow underneath his mask. “But you’re trying to distract me from my question.”

You give him a coy smile. “Will you like me as well when my answer is as dull as I promised you?”

“You have my word.”

You lower your voice as though you’re sharing something scandalous. “I needed some air and a moment or two to be myself. Are you terribly disappointed now?”

“Not at all,” he says, giving you a smile that feels like a rather thrilling secret. “We have that in common.”

“Do we?” you say. “I should think you would be used to these events by now.”

“They tend to make for poor conversation,” he says. “Present company excluded.”

“You flatter me, sire.”

“I was hoping that enough flattery might convince you to tell me your name.”

You smile. “Of course not.”

Defying royalty was probably not a smart thing to do (another reason why it was perhaps wise to keep you in the kitchens), but Loki’s lips curl into another smile, like this is all a rather delightful game. “You would deny a prince a simple request?”

“Isn’t the point of a masquerade that you’re not supposed to know who I am?”

You’re using his own words against him and his smile grows even more foxlike. “But you know who I am. It seems only fair that I should know who you are.”

“Well, then, you must be very clever and guess,” you say.

“And how should I know you are telling the truth?”

You allow yourself a coquettish smile. “They call you the god of lies, do they not?”

“I see my reputation precedes me,” he says.

“You are a prince,” you say.

“That I am. And you are…?”

“Not telling you my name.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “I hope you didn’t actually think that would work.”

“Not especially,” he says. “Though I can’t help but wonder why you insist on being so mysterious.”

You grin. “You seem to forget where we are, your highness. Shall I quote you again?”

He laughs and it makes your stomach flip. “If you will not give me your name, then tell me something else about yourself.”

“Hmm.” You pause for a moment. “I am reading a very good book.”

“And what book is that?”

“The Cloistered Heart.”

He makes a face. “That drivel?”

You laugh. “I take it you are not a romantic.”

He scoffs. “I’ll have you know I’m very romantic, I simply prefer more sensible writers.”

“Like who?”

“Auber.”

You can’t help the bark of a laugh that falls from your lips. “Auber! Now I am convinced that you are not possessed of a beating heart.”

“You wound me. What fault could you possibly find in Auber?”

“He describes emotion like he is writing a technical manual.”

“His prose is a triumph of language.”

“He’s boring.”

You continue like this for a while, playfully arguing about books. His taste is quite different from yours—his interests tend to skew more toward the philosophical and dryly intellectual, which is the sort of thing that makes you want to claw your own eyes out—but you share some surprising overlap on a few notable titles. The more you talk, the more you find yourself wanting to stay, even though you shouldn't. He’s still imposing in a way that makes your heart beat a little faster, but it’s also easy to talk to him when you’re an anonymous masked noblewoman. You’re perhaps slightly too informal with him—you scoff at his bad opinions and tell him precisely what you think, but he only seems delighted by these barbs.

More concerning, though, is the fact that he is very charming and handsome and the more you talk, the more you are tempted to let this go on a little longer. You find yourself wondering what it might be like to kiss him, to run your hands through his raven dark hair.

“Is something the matter?” he says.

Your stomach drops as you realize you have been staring at him for just a second too long dwelling on the possibility of a kiss. “Forgive me, my mind wandered for a moment.”

“Am I truly that dull?” he says, sighing rather dramatically.

You breathe a quiet laugh. “You’re trying to bait me into complimenting you,” you say, giving him an arch look. “It won’t work.”

“I rather think I’m deserving of a few compliments after so many cruel blows to my ego,” he says.

“If you had better opinions on books, I would not need to strike so many cruel blows.”

“You wound me.” He is smiling as he says this.

“I rather think you enjoy such unfiltered honesty,” you say. “You could have stormed off in a huff or ordered your guards to throw me in the dungeons, yet you are still here.”

“That I am.” He looks at you for a moment and you feel as though something has changed, though you can’t quite put a finger on what. “I confess, I’ve grown rather enamored of your wit, my lady,” he says after a moment.

Oh.

You swallow. The way his gaze sweeps over you makes you quite glad for the half-dark of the garden and the shield of your mask. “You flatter me, your highness.”

“What, no witty riposte?” he says. “Are you feeling quite well?”

“I often find myself unmoored by compliments,” you say.

“I should hope so,” he says, his voice lowering and taking on a depth that makes your stomach flip. “I’m trying to charm you.”

“Oh? To what end?” You are amazed that your voice remains steady.

He takes your hand and brushes his lips against your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. “A kiss, perhaps.”

“How very proper of you.”

The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly. “I did say perhaps. The garden is dark and my chambers are close should a more intimate setting be agreeable.”

“Are you always so forthright in your pursuits?”

“Only when the lady is enticing.” 

You swallow. “And you find me enticing?”

There is a hunger in his eyes that you can’t help but be thrilled by. “Extremely.”

You raise an eyebrow, hoping that your voice does not betray the fact that you are trembling. “You don’t even know who I am. You could find me quite dull without my mask.”

He laughs quietly and gives you a look that conjures a dull ache between your thighs. “Would you care to make a wager? It’s nearly midnight.”

Panic cuts through your false bravado like a hot knife through butter and you raise your eyes to look at the clock tower. You’ve lost track of time—it’s five minutes to midnight.

Your first instinct is to flee and you try to do that, but Loki is quicker, his hand closing around your wrist.

“Fleeing without a farewell?” he says. “That would be terribly rude, my lady.”

You fight to tamp down the growing panic in your chest. “I’ve my reasons for not wanting to be seen here tonight.”

“Oh?” he says. “Do tell.”

Your heart is pounding. He thinks this all a game, a small obstacle on his path to seducing you. And of course you can’t tell him that the stakes are much higher, that this is a matter of being found out by a man who goes out of his way to make your life miserable, possibly a matter of being thrown in the dungeons for defying orders. Anja would probably be in trouble as well. His grip on your wrist is firm and his smile is teasing and you’re not sure how you’re going to get out of this.

Unless…

Perhaps you can play along, pretend this is all a game. It’s not certain, but it’s the only plan you have.

“I’ll make you a bargain.” The words fall out of your mouth quickly, albeit with some uncertainty. 

Perhaps it’s the slight quaver in your voice that intrigues him, or maybe it’s the lure of a bargain with a mysterious masked woman that he can’t quite resist. “Go on,” he says and you can tell he’s raising an eyebrow behind his mask.

“You let me go tonight and we let the chase go on a little longer,” you say. “You come and find me in the coming days.”

He chuckles softly and it sends a shiver up your spine. “Now why would I do that when I have you here in my clutches right now?” He pulls you closer, one hand snaking around your waist, his palm pressing lightly on your back so that there is very little space between you.

You wet your lips and try to summon your sultriest look. “Would it not make the conquest all the sweeter?”

He smirks, his voice dropping to a low purr. “And when I find you? What then, little mouse?”

“A kiss, perhaps.”

“A kiss?” he muses softly. His gaze trails over the curve of your lips and it’s all you can do not to shiver.

“Yes.”

“A kiss is a rather dangerous proposition, my lady,” he says and he’s so close that you can feel the whisper of his breath against your lips. “A kiss may stoke other...appetites.”

Despite your fear of being found out, there is part of you—a large part of you—that would gladly let him take you right here, right now in the garden if he wanted to. Instead, you summon every ounce of self-control that you have in order to ignore the heat that stretches like a panther low in your hips.

“I might be agreeable to stoking those appetites,” you say, “but you have to find me first.”

His lips twitch into a slight smile. “Your proposition is intriguing, my lady,” he says, “but I would request one small gesture of your good faith.”

He’s staring at your lips as he says this and you know without a doubt that he intends to kiss you before he lets you go. And it’s probably not a good idea, but you are inclined to allow it.

You lick your lips. “What sort of gesture?” 

He smiles and there’s time for you to draw a single, shaky breath before his lips brush ever so softly against yours.

You’ve been kissed before, but not like this. Never like this.

Loki kisses you like the world is ending and the only salvation to be found is on your lips. His movements are lazy and languid, but there’s a hunger that simmers just below the surface, promising you something more than a breathless kiss in a moonlit garden. He tastes your lips and tongue, first as though he’s tasting a fine wine and then like a man dying of thirst. His hand curls around the nape of your neck, his thumb resting in the hollow of your throat. It’s entirely proper, but something about it is so intimate that it feels like it should be scandalous. 

You try to memorize every part of this moment because after tonight, you will return to your life of drudgery. No more stolen kisses in the last days of winter, no more flirting with a prince in the moonlight. And because it has to last you the rest of your life, you give yourself fully to the sensation, kissing him back with the same intensity, your hands winding around his neck, pulling yourself closer, pressing against him in a way that borders on indecent.

You don’t want it to end.

He is the one to break the kiss, to draw back just a little, resting his forehead against yours for just a moment before taking a step back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He’s probably only thinking of leaving you wanting more, not realizing that your little flirtation will go no further than tonight. The thought pains you just a little, but you stifle the feeling, keeping your expression neutral.

“Until we meet again, my lady,” he says.

You force a small smile. “Until then, your highness.”

With one last look at Loki, you turn and walk away, the feeling of his kiss burning on your lips.

The clock strikes midnight as you exit the garden. You turn back, half expecting to find him chasing after you. Instead, you see him standing there, a pale figure in the moonlight, his eyes still trained on where you disappeared into the darkness.

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(+ also Spring blog update)

1st Breakfast: 510 cal, Tuna Bagel

2nd Breakfast: 1100 cal, 3 Belgian Waffles + Nuttela. Followed by food coma #1

1st Lunch: 800 cal, 4 Samosas

Snack: 430 cal, Starbucks drink

2nd Lunch: 2160 cal, Sponsored Wendy's Feast

Dinner: 500 cal, Fried Rice w/ fam

1st Dessert: 800 cal, Frozen Custard w/ fam. Followed by food coma #2

2nd Dessert: 700 cal, 2 Belgian Waffles + Nutella

Adding it all up, I reached an impressive 7000 calories, far outstripping the goal of 4500 calories set by y'all. This wasn't my plan, but I suppose I should've seen it coming - once i got going, it was just too much fun to stop 🤭

My poor belly has been through a roller coaster today: varying between sapping all my energy, to making me jittery; from reaching stuffing bliss, when all of the muscles around it relaxed, to being stuffed PAST the bliss throughout the night. The one constant is that it was always digesting, always storing fat, and making lovely new fat cells to be filled ☺️ I'm happy to check my weight on Thursday, and i'll make sure to let y'all know how much I gained from today.

I'd like to thank all of my followers, all 1200 of you, for making all of this possible! I'm very grateful for all of the traction this blog has garnered.

I'd like to thank all of the lovely people who messaged me today, you all made it so much easier to stay motivated while pushing myself so far!

Finally, I'd like to give a special thanks to the wonderful @ilovesquishybits for donating to today's binge! If you'd like to donate towards a future meal, any amount is welcome over at paypal.me/sillybearcreature!

Going forward

Unfortunately for me, Spring is a very busy season. I'll start working my part time job again, focusing on exams, and eventually graduating from school this year! While I intend to stick around, I will be posting far less over the next few months than I have been this winter. My DMs and Question Box will remain open, and if you'd like any stuffings, I'll do them on-demand whenever I receive a donation, or if I feel tempted towards them myself 🤭. I love you silly kinky people, and goodnight!

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Vil Schoenheit x Skincare Obsessed! Reader

Rook Hunt x Reader - Sway

Housewardens Realizing You Might Be Gone

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader - Top of My School

Cater Diamond x Reader - Sorry Haha I Fell Asleep

Azul Ashengrotto x Reader - Save the Last Dance for Me

Housewardens Meeting Y/N’s Family

Housewardens With Nezuko! Reader 1 2

Reacting to a Solomon! Reader 1 2

Azul Loses A Bet

Reacting to an Inosuke! Reader 1 2

Azul Ashengrotto With Rengoku! Reader

Reacting to a Mitsuri! Reader 1 2 3

Reacting to a Muichiro! Reader 1 2

Vil Schoenheit With Tengen! Reader

Riddle Rosehearts With Wei Wuxian! Reader

Reacting to an Obanai! Reader 1 2

Octavinelle Playing Octodad

Riddle Rosehearts With Tanjiro! Reader

Vice Housewardens With Zenitsu! Reader

Riddle Rosehearts With Ruby Rose! Reader

Housewardens + Jamil With Orphan! Reader

Housewardens With Charlotte! Reader

Reacting to an Oiran! Reader 1 2

Housewardens With Gyutaro! Reader

Housewardens With Jinx! Reader

Housewardens With Theater! Reader

Idia Shroud x Leviathan! Reader

Riddle Rosehearts With Satan! Reader

Epel Felmier With Sanemi! Reader

First Years With Lady Tamayo! Reader

Jamil Viper With Impostor Syndrome! Reader

Housewardens With Demigod! Reader

Vice Housewardens With Demigod! Reader

Riddle, Leona, Azul With Glyph Magic User! Reader

Housewardens With Uchiha! Reader

Octavinelle With Tengen Uzui! Reader

Riddle Rosehearts and Reader Celebrate the Holidays

Housewardens + Ruggie With Yui Komori! Reader

Octavinelle/Lilia/Malleus With Morticia Addams! Reader

 Housewardens + Jamil With Eldritch Magic User! Reader 1 2

Reacting to Textile Artist! Reader 1 2

Heartslabyul Members With Madam Red! Reader

Housewardens With Reader Who Makes Them A Gift

Housewardens Swap Bodies With Reader

Leona Kingscholar With Giyu Tomioka! Reader 1 2

Scarabia With Dancer! Reader

Reacting to Jessica Rabbit! Reader 1 2

Octavinelle/Riddle/Vil With A Go-With-The-Flow! Reader

Overblot Crew Being Wrapped Up Like A Present For Reader

Older! Idia Shroud With Nico di Angelo! Child

Housewardens With Spiderwoman! Reader

Trey/Cater/Adeuce/Octavinelle/Vil/Rook/Malleus With Mantis! Reader

Trey/Deuce/Jack/Jade/Jamil/Vil/Idia/Sebek With Kokomi Teruhashi! Reader

Riddle/Leona/Azul/Rook/Idia/Malleus/Lilia With Ninomae ina’nis! Reader

Reacting to a Wednesday Addams! Reader 1 2 3

Cater/Leona/Idia Reacting to Reader Calling them Prettier than Vil

Housewardens/Cater/Ortho With Technopath! Reader

First Years With Ciel Phantomhive! Reader

Deuce/Jamil/Rook/Idia With Violet Baudelaire! Reader

Housewardens With Baker/Chef! Reader

Housewardens With Obanai/Mitsuri! Reader

Housewardens With Santa’s Daughter! Reader

Housewardens + Jamil With Dessert Cafe Owner! Reader

Reader Teaches Housewardens About Chinese Zodiac Signs

Housewardens With Fluttershy! Reader

Vice Housewardens + Malleus With Fem! Loid Forger! Reader

First Years + Ortho Go To Reader’s World??

Housewardens With Fem! Douma! Reader

Diasomnia Reacts to Raya and the Last Dragon

Reader Surprises Malleus With a Feast for his Birthday

Savanaclaw With Razor! Reader (Genshin Impact)

Reader Gives Housewardens a Gift Before Leaving for Winter Break

Heartslabyul Takes Care of Reader’s Biollante

Housewardens With Denki Kaminari! Reader

Housewardens With Barbatos! Reader

Housewardens + Jamil React to Being Called ‘Fairest in the Land’

Leona/Jamil/Malleus With Fem! Doctor! Reader

Riddle/Leona/Azul With Ayato Kamisato! Reader

First Years React to Reader Throwing Hands With Some Unicorns

Housewardens With Fem! Daredevil! Reader

Housewardens With Vox Akuma! Reader

Pop Music Club/Jamil/Epel Learn the Hoedown Throwdown

Housewardens + Jamil With Shy! Reader

Leona, Kalim, Vil, Neige, Malleus With Pure Vanilla Cookie! Reader

Diasomnia With X-23! Reader

Scarabia + Diasomnia With Manjiro Sano! Reader

Housewardens + Jamil + Lilia With Zuko!Reader

Housewardens + Lilia With Shylily! Reader

Riddle, Leona, Azul With Raven! Reader

Trey, Tweels, Rook, Malleus With Makomo! Reader

Vil Schoenheit With Single Parent! Reader

Housewardens With Kim Yoosung! Reader

Diasomnia With Reader Who Thinks Humanity is Inherently Flawed

Housewardens With Undertaker! Reader

Cater/Ruggie/Floyd/Kalim/Vil/Malleus With Vietnam (Hetalia)! Reader

ADeuce/Scarabia With Liquid Manipulator! Reader

Riddle/Octavinelle/Malleus With Reader Who Likes True Crime

Octavinelle With Reader Who Has Ice Powers

Octavinelle With Sirenix Fairy! Reader

Housewardens/Jamil Receive Chocolates and A Special Gift From Reader

Trey/Ruggie/Jade/Jamil/Lilia With Beacrox Molan! Reader

ADeuce/Ruggie/Jamil Receive Homemade Sweets From Reader

Trey/Azul/Jamil/Rook/Rollo Receive A Fancy Cake From Reader

Savanaclaw/Malleus Receive a Homecooked Meal From Reader

Housewardens + Ortho With Shuri! Reader

Housewardens With FBI Agent! Reader

Housewardens With Makima! Reader

First Years With Troublemaker! Reader

Diasomnia Wakes Reader Up From a Sleeping Curse

Heartslabyul With Yun Jin! Reader

Housewardens With Saiki! Reader

Housewardens With Kozume Kenma! Reader

Housewardens Receive Therapy Pokémon from Reader

Housewardens With Nobara! Reader

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader - Here With Me

Housewardens With Ciel Phantomhive! Reader

Reader is Wrapped Up Like a Present for Overblot Crew

Vice Housewardens With Marcy Wu! Reader

Platonic! Tweels With Sibling! Wee Dingwall! Reader

Housewardens With Marinette Dupain-Cheng! Reader

Housewardens With Violet Parr! Reader

Sebek/Trey With Reader Who Has a Bendy the Ink Demon Familiar

Epel Felmier With Demigirl! Reader

Jack Howl With Little Red Riding Hood! Reader

Idia Shroud With Persephone! Reader

Leona Kingscholar With Hera! Reader

Sebek Zigvolt With Half-Fae! Half-Human! Reader

Jamil/Vil/Rook With Child of Aphrodite! Reader

Platonic! First Years With Reader

Sebek Zigvolt With Lithromantic! Reader

Housewardens With Reader Who Has A Spotted Genet

First Years Go For a Ride in Reader’s Vehicle

Trey Clover With Tanjiro Kamado! Reader

Octavinelle With Reader - Plenty of Fish in the Sea

Octavinelle With Mary Poppins! Reader

Diasomnia With Navier! Reader

Heartslabyul With Siren! Reader

Yandere! Trey Clover With Reader

Reader Proposes to Trey

Heartlsabyul With Reader Who Gets White Bunny Ears Because of A Chemistry Accident

Octavinelle With Reader Who Gets Turned Into A Shrimp

Octavinelle With Menace! Reader

Housewardens With Demon Slayer! Reader - Robotic Baby Project

Basketball Club With Reader Who Kisses Them on the Cheek After Winning a Game

Housewardens Watch Their Disney Films With Menace! Reader

Savanaclaw With Siren! Reader

Trey/Malleus With Victor Van Dort! Reader

Trey/Leona/Jack/Rook/Malleus/Sebek With Reader Who Cuddles Into His Chest

Yandere! Vampire! Azul Ashengrotto With Reader Who Is Okay With Being Kidnapped

Trey Clover With Zenitsu Agatsuma! Reader

Trey Clover With Simeon! Reader

Ace/Deuce/Vil/Malleus/Sebek/Rollo With Reader Who Hates Big Crowds But Dotes on Them

Trey/Leona/Jamil/Idia/Malleus Being Called ‘Handsome Prince’ or ‘Ruler of My Heart’ by Reader

Heartslabyul Reacts to Trey Being Engaged to Mermaid! Reader

Octavinelle With Siren! Reader

Scarabia With Siren! Reader

Housewardens With Frisk! Reader (unfinished)

Riddle/Lilia With Scaramouche! Reader

Riddle/Leona/Azul With Asta! Reader

Overblot Gang With Kamijou Touma! Reader

Diasomnia With Light Dragon Fae! Reader Who Is Married To Malleus

Housewardens/Jamil With Scarlet Witch! Reader

Azul/Kalim/Jamil/Vil/Silver With Reader Who Has a High Metabolism

Housewardens/Vice Housewardens With Rice Shower (Ume Musume)! Reader

Ace/Azul/Vil With Philanthropist! Reader

Riddle/Octavinelle/Kalim/Malleus With Lizzie Hearts! Reader

Jade Leech With Tighnari! Reader

Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Reader - For Your Own Good

Ace/Jack/Jamil/Sebek With Reader Who Keeps Their Photo In Their Wallet

Pomefiore x Siren! Reader

Jack/Kalim/Rook/Epel With Elizabeth Midford! Reader

Housewardens With Reader Who Makes Jewelry

Octavinelle/Jamil With Short! Female! Aquatic Hydra! Reader

Octavinelle With Yelan! Reader

Housewardens With Alastor! Reader

Malleus Draconia x Reader - Once Upon A Dream

Savanaclaw With Honey Badger! Reader

Platonic! Vice Housewardens React to Nezuko! Reader Snapping

Ace/Deuce/Jamil/Malleus/Rollo Receive Chocolates and Candy

Ace/Azul/Jamil/Silver/Sebek With Gunsmith! Reader

Ace/Azul/Kalim/Jamil/Epel Get Pulled Into Their Girlfriend’s Boobs in a Hug

Yandere! Vice Housewardens With Yui Komori! Reader

Riddle/Ruggie/Malleus With Reader Who Loves Shopping

Diasomnia With Yor Forger! Reader (and Anya)

Malleus Draconia Tries Ice Cream Cake, Fried Ice Cream, and Gelato

Riddle/Jamil/Malleus/Rollo Dancing With Tomboy! Reader Who Showed Up to the Masquerade Ball in a Gown

Cater/Floyd/Kalim/Jamil/Vil/Lilia With Reader Who Used To Be in a KPop Dance Cover Group

Housewardens With Kokushibo! Reader

Octavinelle Reacts to Reader Using a Pet Name In Their Native Language

Octavinelle With Leviathan Merman! Reader

Housewardens/Jamil With Reader Who Has a Pollen Allergy

Seeing Color Soulmate AU With Leona and Malleus

Riddle/Trey/Kalim/Jamil With Reader Who Misses Her Mom

Sebek Zigvolt x Reader - What A Time

Deuce/Leona/Jack/Jade/Silver Defends Reader Who Is Being Made Fun of For Her Past Lover’s Suicide

Octavinelle With Seafood Chef! Reader

Deuce/Octavinelle/Rook/Malleus With Reader Who Is From a Dystopian World

Housewardens/Tweels With Reader Who Creates Dumb But Functional Plans

Jack Howl With Little Red Riding Hood! Reader

Diasomnia With Child! Half Dragon Fae! Reader

Third Years With La Muerte! Reader

Ace/Leona/Azul/Sebek With Reader Who Can Manipulate Time

Trey/Ruggie/Jade/Jamil Receive Loads of Sweets for Valentine’s Day 

Housewardens With Fem! Reader Who Comes From a Conservative Period

Second Years Go To Reader’s World??

Third Years Go To Reader’s World??

Ace/Leona/Jamil/Sebek With Set (Egyptian God)! Reader

Azul/Kalim/Jamil/Malleus With Queen of Mages! Reader

Overblot Crew With Reader Who Has a Service Animal for Anxiety

Deuce/Leona/Jamil/Vil/Silver/Sebek With Reader Who Calls Themself ‘Their Knight’

Pomefiore With Fem! Stubborn! Angel! Reader

Malleus Draconia x Reader - I Love You, Malleus... But You’re Not Mine.

Housewardens With Nico di Angelo! Reader

Housewardens With Mario Odyssey! Reader

Silver Reunites With His Biological Mother (Reader)

Twisted Wonderland Fluffcember Event Masterlist

Housewardens/Rollo Getting Jealous About Not Receiving Gift from Reader

Rollo Flamme With Agnostic/Atheist! Reader Who Can Heal

Trey/Jade/Floyd/Malleus/Silver With Alice Kingsleigh! Reader

Yandere! Sebek Zigvolt With Reader

Diasomnia With Astrid Hofferson! Reader

Ace/Cater/Leona/Floyd/Kalim/Lilia With Reader Who Sneaks Them Snacks In Class

Sebek Zigvolt Warms Up By Cuddling With Reader

Trey Clover Licks Cream Off of Reader’s Cheek

Sebek Waking Up Next To Reader

Dateables With Nezuko! Reader

Dateables With Tanjiro! Reader

Brothers With Daki! Reader

Brothers With Gyutaro! Reader

Brothers + Royals With Ghoul! Reader

Dateables With Douma! Reader

Brothers With Douma! Reader

Brothers With Zatanna! Reader

Brothers With Reader Who is Barbatos’s Child

Dateables With Evil Cycle! Reader

Brothers With Riddle Rosehearts! Reader

Dateables With Akiko Yosano! Reader

Brothers With Shinobu Kocho! Reader

Brothers With Yor Forger! Reader

Comfort Headcanons With the Brothers

Brothers With Rapunzel! Reader

Brothers With Stephen A. Starphase! Reader

Brothers With Tengen Uzui! Reader

Brothers With Undertaker! Reader

Brothers With FBI Agent! Reader

Brothers With Reader Who Hasn’t Celebrated Christmas in Years

Reacting to a Vil Schoenheit! Reader 1 2

Reacting to Bayonetta! Reader 1 2

Brothers With Pokémon Trainer! Reader (Platonic) 1 2 3 4

Dateables With Honey Badger Demon! Reader

Brothers With SCP-166! Reader 1 2

Brothers 1-5 With Cambion! Reader

Brothers With Teen! Reader - Are they your uncles?

Brothers With Reader Who Makes Them A Gift

Brothers With Nephilim! Reader

Brothers + Diavolo With Scarlet Witch! Reader 

Lucifer/Mammon/Levi/Diavolo/Barbatos With Malleus Draconia! Reader

Brothers With Vampire! Reader

Brothers With Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader

Dateables With Ronald Knox! Reader

Brothers Comforting Teen! Reader Who Walked In On Their Parents Dancing the Devil’s Tango

Brothers With Jiang Yanli! Reader

Brothers With Reader Who Messes Up Their Confession to Them

Brothers With Platonic! Qiqi! Reader

Brothers With Kanao Tsuyuri! Reader

Brothers With Dante (DMC)! Reader

Brothers With Violet (Incredibles)! Reader

Brothers With Paranoid! Reader

Reacting to Power Ranger! Reader

Brothers/Angels React to Reader Being Able to See Their Angel Forms and Being Immune to it

Dateables With Amy Kirito! Reader

Mammon/Satan/Beelzebub/Simeon Comfort Headcanons

Brothers With Fruits Basket! Reader

Brothers React to Reader’s Senior Quote Being “I should have burned this place down when I had the chance”

Brothers/Dateables Walk In On Reader Singing ‘You Will Be Okay’ to Their Sibling

Brothers With Tomboy! Baker! Reader

Brothers/Royals With Black Widow! Reader

Brothers With Izuru Kamukura! Reader

Brothers With Earth Manipulator! Reader

Brothers With Eddie Brock/Venom! Reader

Brothers Receive Valentine’s Day Bento From Reader

Brothers With Leona Kingscholar! Reader

Dateables With Hiroshi Inaba! Reader

Older Brothers With Reader Who is the Adoptive Parent of Daki and Gyutaro

Thirteen With Hopeless Romantic! Reader

Angels With Platonic! Umbrella! Reader

Brothers With Lucifer! Reader

Dateables With Abused! Demon! Reader

Who Would I Cast as the Brothers’ English VA’s?

Dateables With Reckless! Demon! Reader

Dateables With Belial! Reader

Yandere! Brothers With Yandere! Zhongli! Reader

Brothers With Historia/Christa! Reader

Dateables With Frankenstein! Reader

Brothers With Diablo! Reader

Who Would Be Hesitant to Love Reader That Was Raised by Solomon?

Brothers With Human! Charlie Morningstar! Reader

Brothers React to Reader Calling D.D.D. ‘Triple D’ Instead

Lucifer/Beelzebub With Reader Who Has a Bendy the Ink Demon Familiar

Brothers/Dateables Go To Tony Stark’s Funeral

Brothers/Dateables With Reader Who Was Favored by Diavolo’s Mother

Brothers/Dateables With Drunk! Reader

Brothers With Xiao! Reader

Brothers With Wei Wuxian! Reader

Older Brothers With Fujino Asagami! Reader

Brothers Get The Talking Buttons For Sheep! Reader

Brothers With Raiden Shogun/Ei! Reader

Brothers With Reader Who Has A High Pain Tolerance

Brothers With Gilgamesh! Reader

Older Brothers/Royals With Among Us! Reader

Dateables With Reader Who Is Secretly A Demon Butler

Brothers With Ron Swanson! Reader

Dateables With Hajime Hinata! Reader

Gyomei, Giyu, Mitsuri With Riddle Rosehearts! Reader

Hashiras With Solomon! Reader

Demons With Reader Who Hates People

Hashiras With Kevin From Home Alone! Reader

Hashiras With Kalim Al-Asim! Reader

Yoriichi Tsugikuni With Solomon! Reader

Obanai Iguro Experiences a Christmas Miracle

Hashiras With Idia Shroud! Reader

Giyu Tomioka With Fem! Malleus Draconia

Kamado Squad With Fem! Riddle Rosehearts! Reader

Daki/Nakime With Jan Valentine! Reader

Demons Capture Riddle Rosehearts! Reader

Muzan Kibutsuji With Bayonetta! Reader

Main Three With Leona Kingscholar! Reader

Demons With Undertaker! Reader

Uppermoons With Floyd Leech! Reader

Hashira With Plutia/Iris Heart! Reader

Uppermoons With Plutia/Iris Heart! Reader

Uppermoons With Satan! Reader

Uppermoons With Carrie White! Reader

Muzan Kibutsuji With Yoko Tanaka! Reader

Hashira With Hanahaki Disease! Reader

Hashira React to Dead! Reader’s Last Letter to Them

Hashira With Blood Pillar! Reader

Muzan Kibutsuji With Lord of Chaos! Reader

Muzan Kibutsuji With Bianca Barclay! Reader

Muzan Kibutsuji With William T. Spears! Reader

Hashiras With Enid Sinclair! Reader

Uppermoons Capture Solomon! Reader

Yoriichi Tsugikuni With Izuru Kamukura! Reader 1 2 3

Uppermoons Capture Idia Shroud! Reader

Hashiras With Izuru Kamukura! Reader

Muzan Kibutsuji With Severus Snape! Reader

Lords, Butlers, Undertaker, and Snake With Shinobu Kocho! Reader

Ciel Phantomhive With Smart! Reader

Lords, Butlers, Reapers, and Madame Red With Tanjiro Kamado! Reader

Claude Faustus With A Young Adult! Contractee (Platonic)

Ciel Phantomhive With Reader - Winter Romance

Our! Ciel Phantomhive With Neurodivergent! Reader

Ciel/Sebastian/Claude With A Vampire! Baker! Reader

Ciel Phantomhive With A Seamstress! Reader

Lords and Butlers With Riddle Rosehearts! Reader

Lords, Butlers, and Undertaker With Spiderman! Reader

Lords and Butlers With Douma! Reader

Yandere! Vincent, Butlers, Lau, Undertaker, Madam Red With Male! Reader Who Has His Head in the Clouds

Edward Midford With a Plus Size! Author! Reader

Ciel, Sebastian With GN! Malleus Draconia! Reader

Demons With Oogie Boogie! Reader

Host Club With Chiaki Nanami! Reader

Kyoya Ootori With Maki Harukawa! Sister! Reader

Host Club With Diluc Ragnvindr! Reader

Michael Afton With Lady Tamayo! Reader

Michael Afton With Yor Forger! Reader

Michael Afton With Reader Who Surprises Him With A Christmas Present

Michael Afton With Pâtissier! Reader

Michael Afton With Dhampir! Reader

Michael Schmidt (Movie) With Male! Shinobu! Reader

Bakugo/Kirishima/Kaminari With Hinata Hyuga! Reader

Shigaraki/Dabi/Toga With Kind! Reader

Dekusquad With Spiderman! Reader

Bakugo/Shinso/Todoroki With Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader

Kaminari/Sero/Todoroki With Female! Dinosaur Quirk! Reader

Todoroki/Shinso/Midoriya With Male! Malleus Draconia! Reader

Kaminari/Kirishima/Todoroki With Female! Jamil Viper! Reader

Princess Taiping/Mi Yue With Sassy But Kind Reader

Yandere! Xie Weijing/Li Shizhen/Yuan Jing With Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Riddle Rosehearts! Reader 1 2 3 4

The Remarried Empress With Female! Douma! Reader 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

The Remarried Empress With Female! Solomon! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Idia Shroud! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Kalim Al-Asim! Reader 1 2

Navier, Heinrey, and Kosair With Layla! Reader (Genshin Impact)

The Remarried Empress With Female! Undertaker! Reader 1 2

Duke Kaufman With Female! Alhaitham! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Madame Red! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Rook Hunt! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Vil Schoenheit! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Tengen Uzui! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Levi Ackerman! Reader

The Remarried Empress With GN! Geten! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Werewolf! Reader Who is Married to Shigaraki and Dabi

The Remarried Empress With Male! Kyo Sohma! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Yuki Sohma! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Malleus Draconia! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Malleus Draconia! Reader

The Remarried Empress With GN! Kyoya Ootori! Reader

The Remarried Empress With GN! Tomura Shigaraki! Reader

The Remarried Empress With GN! Leona Kingscholar! Reader 1 2

The Remarried Empress With GN! Kusuo Saiki! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Black Jaguar! Mage! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Zuko! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Sebastian Michaelis! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Claude Faustus! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Child! GN! Lilia Vanrouge! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Wolf! Mage! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Emperor! Tomura x Empress! Reader x General! Dabi

The Remarried Empress With Empress! Reader Who Has A Harem

The Remarried Empress With GN! Barbarian! Bakugo! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Werecat! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Aizawa! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Kaguya Ubuyashiki! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Jessica Rabbit! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Tanjiro Kamado! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Dabi! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Male! Shoto Todoroki! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Ciel Phantomhive! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Kyojuro Rengoku! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Izuru Kamukura! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Nezuko Kamado! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Inosuke Hashibira! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Scaramouche! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Satan! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Daki! Reader

The Remarried Empress With GN! Hitoshi Shinso! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Sonia Nevermind! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Alois Trancy! Reader

The Remarried Empress With Female! Sanemi Shinazugawa! Reader

Steve & Eddie With Telekinetic! Test Subject! Reader

Steve & Eddie With Male! Wednesday Addams! Reader

Razor With Inosuke Hashibira! Reader

Hu Tao With Undertaker! Reader

Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Takemichi With Yoriichi Tsugikuni! Reader

Izuru Kamukura With Fem! Kalim Al-Asim! Reader

Izuru Kamukura With Fem! Undertaker! Reader

Izuru Kamukura With Fem! Zenitsu Agatsuma! Reader

Izuru Kamukura With Mitsuri Kanroji! Reader

[estcaligo]

Made this list while I was in the mood

Classical music pieces that I associate with twst characters

* these pieces are available to listen to on youtube. Perhaps I will make a video with them one day. But I doubt it. * I apologize for any mistakes, it was a lot of information to digest * updated because I forgot to add Presto for Malleus, sorry!

Malleus - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - "Summer" - 1 Allegro Non Molto and 3 Presto (I mean of course these ones. Add evil overblot laugh here too.) ok also Schubert - Erlkönig (The Elf King), D. 328

Sebek - Prokofiev - Romeo and Juliet, Suite No. 2, The Montagues and Capulets "Dance of the Knights" (it's just him. period.) or Rachmaninov - Musical Moment No.4 in E minor or Rachmaninov - Prelude in C Sharp Minor (Rachmaninov for Sebek in general lol)

Silver - Grieg - Peer Gynt, Suite no. 1 "Morning mood" or Debussy - Clair de lune (from "Suite bergamasque") (Yes, basic, but it fits so so much so)

Lilia - Chopin - Fantaisie impromptu in C-Sharp minor, Op. 66 (first notes - Lilia's evil grin, then whimsical nature and the whirl of memories of countries he has been to. When it goes hard, it's cooking, some violence, and then when it gets gentle, it's when he remembers Silver's childhood. Then he softens in general but also reminds us about his playful nature and strong character.)

Idia - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - "Winter" - 1 Allegro Non Molto (resembles how Idia speaks when he's getting confident and how his character, in general, opens up. And kinda gives me his genius vibes)

Ortho - Graun - Gigue in B-Flat minor (sounds like super-fast calculation is going on. But also, some notes sound like random signals and/or signs of creativity/sudden thoughts in AI) also Chopin - Etude Op. 10 No. 5 (Black Keys)

*Erik Satie for Octa in general. Gives me mysterious underwater vibes*

Azul - Satie - Gnossienne No. 1 and Gymnopedie no.1 also kinda Chopin - Nocturne Op. 9 No. 1 (pondering, deep in thought, underwater, calculating, but also melancholic…)

Jade - Satie - Gnossienne No.3 (such big Jade vibes)

Floyd - Liszt - Mephisto Waltz No. 1 (hehe)

Leona - Haydn - Symphony No. 49 in F minor ' La Passione ' (it's long, but it's worth listening. I just imagine Leona's character and lore in general here)

Jack - Händel - Suite no. 11 in D minor. Sarabande (not really sure about this one. But it gives me 'strength and determination and values' vibes today)

Ruggie - Mozart - Symphony No. 40 in G minor, IV. Allegro assai (reminds me how he can adapt and be different if needed. Also, it sounds quite boisterous, like Ruggie is going fast, fast, fast and earning a lot, lot, lot!)

Kalim - Mozart - The Marriage of Figaro, K. 492: Overture (specifically wanting to throwa feast)

Jamil - Chopin - Waltz in E minor, Op. Posth. (he's so skillful and makes it look like he's not even trying, but he's super hardworking. Also, some parts sound like his occasional emotional outbursts) also - Chopin - Prelude in E Minor (I can't explain it, but it's just Jamil for me. I feel so sorry for him - he's such a cool and talented (and handsome) guy, and such destiny mgd. Or maybe I'm just in a melancholic mood today)

Vil - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - “Spring” - 1 Allegro (won't be original meh. like there're so many classical pieces that fit Vil but I don't really wanna bother here so)

Rook - Mozart - Le Nozze di Figaro: "Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso" (instrumental) (ookay it was hard with Rook because I think a lot fits him but I'll stop with this one or I'll never finish this list)

Epel - Litvinovsky - Pelléas and Mélisande: III. Galliard. Navire dans la tempête (Galliard. Ship in a storm) (unrelated but my life is divided into before seeing Epel in Book 7 dreams and after)

Riddle - Beethoven - Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, Op. 67 I. Allegro con brio (duh. basic but c'mon. it suits him)

Ace - Litvinovsky - Suite for Strings "Le Grand Cahier": IV. Nos Etudes (yes that's how I feel Ace)

Deuce - Tchaikovsky - The Nutcracker Suite, Op. 71a: March of the Toy Soldiers (Deuce the honour student edition)

Cater - Beethoven : Sonatina in F Major plus "a glimpse of a depressed real Cater" one - Chopin - Mazurka in A minor, Op.17, No.4

Trey - Beethoven - Sonata No. 8 in C Minor Pathetique, Op. 13 (Adagio cantabile) (I tried to find someting "normal" meh so went with this today)

Special mentions

Rollo - Mozart - Requiem, 3 Dies Irae Bach - Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, BWV 565 Orff - Carmina Burana: Fortuna imperatrix mundi. O fortuna (super super obvious but c'mon it's basically canon)

Baul - Wagner - Ride of the Valkyries (ya Baul has big Wagner vibes for me)

Grim - Edvard Grieg – In the Hall of the Mountain King (the escalation lol)

[vivwritescrappythings]

masterlist

updated: 10/25/24

joel miller

yours : you get new neighbors in Jackson, Joel doesn't like how much attention they pay to you so he decides to teach them a lesson. [SMUT]

unfair : an au about Joel attending a wedding simply inspired by Pedro's slutty little fit at the SAG awards. [SMUT]

part 2: good Morning : Mornings with Joel are the best. [SMUT]

saying thanks : Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesn’t even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joel’s decided he doesn’t like it. [SMUT]

set me on fire, i'll keep you warm : you and Joel get stuck in a cabin together during a winter storm [SMUT, a/b/o dynamics]

eddie munson

the boy is mine (viv's version) : a romantic night at the trailer

just love me and eat : you watched Eddie die, so this must be some nightmare in your room

part 2: it’ll heal : Eddie’s perspective on his new life [SMUT]

late night visits : Eddie catches you dropping Max off and invites you over, he teaches you how to smoke weed [SMUT]

velma : You attend a Halloween party with Eddie, things don't go quite as planned when Jason Carver acts like a jerk

twenty-five : You always cry on your birthday, and this is the year Eddie finds out

silence : The five times you asked Eddie to be quiet, and the one time he was [ANGST, NO COMFORT]

squeeze : Eddie is your tattoo artist and long term boyfriend, one night you have an idea of how to spice up your next tattoo session. [SMUT]

simon "ghost" riley

simon riley brainrot : you sit next to him on a plane [drabble]

roadburn : someone hits simon’s motorcycle while you were riding

take it all : you meet simon at a bar and go home with him [SMUT, toxic simon]

small apologies: six months later simon decides he wants to apologize [SMUT]

könig

king of the joust : you attend a tourney with your family, a knight you’ve never seen before wants your favor [plus size reader]

sworn sword : civil unrest in the kingdom forces your father and the king to assign a knight to you for your protection. thankfully he is someone you have already met before

golden linings : the evening ball presents you with an unconventional dance partner

words fall short : you can’t stop thinking about some rude words said about you at last night’s feast, but your knight doesn’t let you worry for long

if she would have me : könig personally comforts you through the news of your betrothal. things get out of hand [SMUT]

anything you ask : despite all odds, it is finally your wedding day [SMUT]

hobie brown

and they were roommates : you and Hobie always toe the line between friends and something more.

other stuff i will write just no inspiration has hit me (so you can request it): felix catton, nate jacobs (but only in the fucked up way—would write dark!fics), recom miles quaritch, jake sully, miguel o'hara, geralt of rivia, thranduil, most pedro pascal characters (but not pedro pascal because i find writing fanfic about real people to be strange).

[whosnero]

Empire Bay: Dragon's Blood.||

Credits: Original story written by whosnero.

Synopsis: “Set in the late 50s, Empire Bay becomes a rapidly growing metropolis in the United States. The Japanese Mafia takes over the city under the name of numerous clans, but the most important one is labeled as Shinryu (the real dragon). The story focuses on three characters (love triangle and drama): Karina (Jimin), with her high social status and dark nature, aspires to become the new Oyabun (leader) of the clan; Winter (Minjeong), the faithful right hand of the current Oyabun, has the support of her Kobun (clan mates). Despite the mutual contempt between the two, the arrival of Aria (Original OC), a young girl of Italian descent who only wants to help her family by working as a taxi driver, will intensify the rivalries between Karina and Winter."

Pairing: Karina(Yu Jimin),Winter(Kim Minjeong) x Aria(Fem/OC)

Genre:“Mafia,Mature,Explicit content,Violence,Drama,Romance,Love triangle,Power struggle, Organized Crime,Historical Fiction,Difference in social status.”

Warning:“Graphic violence,sexual content,dark themes, explicit language,grammar mistakes (eng not my first language),drug abuse,weapons,physical abuse,emotional abuse,gore, supernatural powers..may add more”

Status:“On going.”

Updates: “When i'm free and have time or whenever i can.”

Chapters: (may change names)||

1. The dance of the wolves.

2. Macabre feast.

3. Eden's Gate.

4. The devil's trill.

5. Chain reaction.

6. Poison.

7. House of the rising sun.

(More to add..)

[alienssstufff]

LAST LIFE APOCALYPSE AU MASTERLIST

A very intensely written Life Series au by ME!

All general updates questions and lore can be found in the #last life apocalypse au tag! This post in particular will act as a masterlist regarding the timeline, worldbuilding and lore of the au. I wish to (hopefully) keep updating this post as more characters and arcs are revealed. 

IMPORTANT YOU VISIT THIS LINK FIRST BEFORE ENTERING (It’s pretty): > Last Life Apocalypse AU Intro (Talks about the mechanics)

Now without further ado - lets begin:

TIMELINE (Summarised)

The timeline of the AU is defined by two major arcs:

The past PROLOGUE 3RD LIFE that is the childhood of majority of the cast (location: their childhood town)

LAST LIFE PRESENT day that takes place in the woods (the main event - when the Apocalypse starts)

These are arcs that involve most if not all of the cast members from their respective seasons.

[BETWEEN ARCS] Between these arcs occur smaller events - big to some but not on a scale to affect everyone. This is the transition period after the cast graduate from Middle School and go their separate ways before reuniting (by fate) in the Last Life Woods. Events that happen in the between arcs take inspiration from the CC’s other respective series beyond the Life Series.

Some current inspirations: Evo SMP, Hermitcraft (various seasons), Scar’s TCD series, Bdubs’ SOTF. More about their involvement as updates progress.

[SCU SPIN-OFF] Consider this as an epilogue describing the state of the planet decades after the main cast has died. Not considered a ‘major arc’ as it is not focused on the main cast but exists solely for worldbuilding purposes (because I like it :] ).

WORLDBUILDING

Setting of Last Life takes place in the woods, think of American national parks or camping grounds on a road trip, or the Walking Dead (the telltale game not the show)

CLIMATE: Generic American woodlands climate but with a less generic winter weather. As the situations for the player’s get more dire, so does the environment around with forecasts for an oncoming snow blizzard from Magic Mountain as the world fades to white.

It is also during this time of year and climate where a creature known as the Wither is rumoured to roam the lands. It is a cryptid that unlike most woodland creatures, the Wither wakes from hibernation only during the Winter when it is cold enough and feasts on a very specific carnivorous diet. In reality this is known as the Patient 0 of the Bogeydisease, born and mutated within the labs of the Research Facility, leading to the downfall desolation of what is now known as the Abandoned Observatory.

MAIN LOCATIONS:

SOUTHLANDS (Camp Southlands) - Were once a popular camping hotspot before the apocalypse. The people who survived there were once camp counselors (Grian, Impulse, Mambo, Martyn, Jimmy). The grounds acted as both a family resort and a summer camp for kids  where they are divided into one of the five factions supervised by each counselor: -MARTYN Counsellor of Athletics and house of the GREEN CATS -IMPULSE Counsellor of Cooking and house of the YELLOW SUN BEARS -JIMMY Counsellor of Safety and house of the BLUE DOGS (formerly blue canaries) -MUMBO Counsellor of Crafts (shop) and house of the BLACK MOTHS -GRIAN Counsellor of (shenanigans) Arts and house of the RED BIRDS

FAIRY FORT (Fairy Fort Reserve FFR) - A geographically enclosed area dedicated to protecting the land and the endangered animals that are shelter there. Ownership of the Fairy Fort was passed along the generations of Lizzie’s family tree. The people who survived there are park rangers with Lizzie as their lead. They have current beef with the Southlanders as there are many things they disagree with and compete against.

ICE FORT (Shade-E-E’s Gas) - As it’s located near the center of the map, the ethubs ‘Ice Fort’ is one of the only ounces of urban infrastructure out in the woods. Upon arrival of the Apocalypse, it is a fortified Shade-E-E’s gas station barricaded by the only employees Bdubs and Etho (the manager). It once acted as a pitstop to drivers and travelers alike and is the only place in the woods that has a working cellphone tower and final connection to the outside world dubbed as “Etho’s Tree”.

TEAM BEST HIDEOUT / ROCKTAPUS (Abandoned Observatory/Research Centre) - An abandoned observatory squatted on by Skizz that doubled as a bunker that was originally built in preparation for a nuclear fallout. Upstairs the observatory contains secret government documents regarding information about the Bogeydisease and the Wither cryptid - Indecipherable to all except for Tango who understands them. Downstairs the bunker’s monitors are linked to several surveillance cameras in the woods.

GASLIGHT GIRLBOSS GATEKEEP (Scottage Club) - A retreat saved for the rich and elite. While the Scottage Club has its HQ here, holiday properties of its patrons are scattered all across the map (the secret green lives hideouts).

MAGIC MOUNTAIN - Kept off limits just for how dangerous the place is, no one ever goes there. Rumor has it the mountain has magic capabilities that can drive a man insane. The last human sightings near Magic Mountain were two lone hikers who by arrogance wished to conquer and come back surviving the woodland’s most treacherous point. And while they were never seen again, they say if you look very closely with a spyglass, you can catch glimpses of a small, broken up hut at the top.

THE NETHER (NETHERLANDS not-the-country): The NETHER is the closest town over from the Last Life woodlands and is home to facilities such as a Fortress Dept Store and a camping & fishing shop known as The Bastion. While hypothetically the cast could escape the woodlands to live in the Nether, it is because of the high value resources that can be found in these stores that attract both surviving scavengers and zombies alike - making the town very dangerous to defend.

The ‘nether portals’ in this au are the vehicles each team has on them to travel between locations. The Nether may be the closest town there is, but even walking there on foot is extremely dangerous - especially considering the apocalypse and the harsh elements.

BOGEYDISEASE

For legal reasons, I dropped biology in highschool as soon as I could - I do not know shit about diseases and how people develop medicine. This is a fictional disease. TLDR; I am talking out of my ass.

[Origins of the Bogeydisease and the L.I.F.E antidotes pending (secret!)]

Transfer of the disease in its early stages of evolution could only be transferred if bacteria had direct contact with the host’s bloodstream. At best (?) in small amounts the host would experience a fever and shivering. At worst the host would feel extreme fatigue, most likely dying of starvation/dehydration due to it being unaware of their hunger (and fatigue - the disease manipulates the brain into thinking the host is not fatigued). 

Nature of the disease (well.. virus) as it continues is designed to adapt with the changing environment. While most samples were not able to survive its effects, some victims of the Wither’s bite would survive and exhibit a second stage of the disease’s effects. If the host were to survive the initial stages of the disease, once the disease has fully adapted to the body of its host it would evolve in order to prolong its survival. This is evident by physical alterations of the host’s appearance.

Not just physical changes but behavioural as well. The host would act more akin to serving its natural instincts, more inclined to the hunt and the tendency to keep itself alive. 

People who are in the second stages and beyond of contracting the Bogeydisease are considered Red Lives. It is possible to cure Red Lives out of the Bogeydisease as long as the disease has not evolved to its later stages. WHEN a person is cured using a L.I.F.E antidote they may experience side-effects [explained in the INTRO]. In some instances, ex-hosts may retain some of the traits afflicted when they were Bogey.

Later stages of disease evolution. The disease and its hosts show strong similarities to how rabies can be passed between hosts. And based on how a host reacts to the disease, hosts of the disease are classified into two types:

Host is overwhelmed by the effects of the disease and dies early. If the body and surrounding scene are left untreated, the disease will continue to live on in the decomposing body and grow a special fungus that feeds off the remains. The fungus and its disease reproduces by its spores which allow the disease to not only infect the environment around but also proves the possibility in contracting an airborne variant of the disease.

Host grows accustomed to the effects of the disease exhibiting the aforementioned loss of higher brain functions above (incapable of reason and rational thought). Movements grow erratic, constantly moving as a means of maintaining fixed body temperature. For colder climates the diet of hosts relies on feasting on warm bodies. Failure to do so will induce drowsiness in the host, placing them in a slumber in order to regain energy and try again. Hosts also show signs of excessive salivation and occasional bleeding. Direct exposure to any of the host’s bodily fluids is another method in contracting the disease.

[ REMINDER THIS IS AN ONGOING AU , MORE TO BE UPDATED ]

[snepfeathers]

hey what if I did a mini holiday season gain drive

basically a sequence of Nyx and Juniper piling on the winter weight, but their gains are decided by donations, the typical stuff

I'd post the first part soon with a halloween theme, a second part with a fall festival/thanksgiving feast theme, another with winter holiday/loose christmas theming, and maaaybe a finale for new year's

alternatively I could wait a bit longer and start it at new year's and make it a year-long affair with monthly holiday themed updates?

basically since it's getting into the slow season at my irl job I'm not gonna have as many hours there, so donations would go to keeping me and my partner a bit more stable

please let me know your thoughts + opinions!

[caelwynn]

Caelwynn's Mod List for Stardew 1.6 - Dialogue/Character Changes

Canon Friendly Dialogue Expansion — adds a little under 3k new lines of dialogue spread out over all of the vanilla NPCs. "Gerald the Bear" as the mascot for the Stardrop Saloon originates from here.

Immersive Characters - Shane — my most beloved character mod. It does a massive overhaul of Shane's dialogue, adds in new heart events, tweaks vanilla heart events, and changes his gift tastes post his six-heart event.

Ranch Expansion — adds in new dialogue and heart events for Jas and Marnie; it also adds in a pet cat for Jas named Mr. Ginger, and all of it plays well with Immersive Shane.

Spouses React to Death (Note: not officially updated, but I've had no issues) — adds in cutscenes involving your spouse(s) whenever you pass out in a dungeon and awaken at Harvey's Clinic.

Unique Winter Star — expands on characters' dialogue during the Feast of the Winter Star.

Unique Winter Star for SVE — same as above, just for SVE characters.

Community Center Reimagined — changes various characters' schedules so that the community center actually gets used in day-to-day life.

Fourteen Heart Events for All — allows you to see character's fourteen-heart events without marrying them.

Friendship Rabbit Foot Events — allows you to see the friendly rabbit foot events after befriending all bachelors/bachelorettes without having to actually date them

Hat Shop Restoration — adds in a quest line to refurbish the hat mouse's shop

Lasting Conversation Topics — extends the shelf life of certain conversation topics regarding milestones the farmer has passed. Extremely useful if you have a ton of new NPCs and don't manage to meet them in that first week of gameplay, as they'll still introduce themselves to you.

Please Remember My Marriage — only really useful if you wed one of the vanilla marriage candidates. That being said, it adds in lines of dialogue where others acknowledge that the farmer did, in fact, get married.

Not in Here by Yourself (Marriage Dialogue Tweak) — tweaks vanilla marriage dialogue to take into account multiple spouses/roommates/kids/pets etc.

Marry Morris — allows you to marry SVE Morris even if you don't take the Joja route. Adds Morris as a romance option even without SVE installed.

Clint Reforged — expands upon Clint's original storyline and makes him into a romance option.

Community Wednesdays — adds short events to the community center on Wednesdays.

Events Expansion — adds small vignettes around the valley between vanilla NPCs.

Life Cycle — allows you to add in multiple rival heart events.

Immersive Saloon — adds additional lines to the saloon regulars so they have a bit more variety.

Immersive Spouses — has vanilla spouses leave the farm more often and visit places they used to visit before getting married. NOTE: I have not tested this with Immersive Shane, so I do not know how they interact.

More Capable Abigail — Abigail finally turns into the kind of adventurer she always wanted to be.

Romanced NPCs in CC Ceremony — adds in your vanilla or SVE spouse to the community center ceremony.

Romanced NPCS in CC Ceremony RSV — same as above, but with RSV spouses.

Unique Gift Dialogue Expanded — adds 180 new lines of dialogue for more unique reactions to gifts received by vanilla characters.

The Masterpost for all of the mods is located here.

[weclassybouquetfun]

On the OLD GUARD cast front, it's either feast or famine and we are in now for hint of an impending feast. Charlize Theron gave an update on the sequel to the film, and while it isn't much more than what Matthias Schoenaerts provided when he talked about it while promoting HBO's THE REGIME, it's heartening hearing something from the leader, herself.

The question mark I have about her assertion that post-production was shut done due to the Netflix exec shuffle is that, by all appearances they aren't seeking shooting of additional footage. The cut I saw in June 2023 had three scenes (at least!) that would actually need the actors to film additional scenes - it's not something they could use CGI for, unless they've scanned the actors' images and will superimpose them over a stunts team. Or maybe they have decided to jettison those scenes.

What is the rest of the cast up to?

KiKi Layne has a film out in limited release: DANDELION

KiKi at the screening I attended.

KiKi with costar Thomas Doherty.

-Luca Marinelli has been making the rounds talking about LE OTTO MONTAGNE / THE EIGHT MOUNTAINS (STILL!) with buddy Alessandro Borghi (who gives an  exhilarating performance in SUPERSEX, the series about adult actor Rocco Siffredi) He has also been named one of the jurors for the upcoming Locarno Film Festival.

The long-awaited Joe Wright series about Benito Mussolini, M. IL FIGLIO DEL SECOLO / M. SON OF THE CENTURY will play the Venice Film Festival. And unlike THE OLD GUARD sequel, it has a target release date: winter 2025.

Marwan Kenzari will have a film playing the Toronto Film Festival - THE RETURN - a take on the Odyssey starring Ralph Fiennes and Juliet Binoche makes port (at least at TIFF) in September.

Kenzari will also have a role in series two of Netflix's THE NIGHT AGENT starring Gabriel Basso.

In between time he and his partner Nora Ponse have moved homes.

Marwan and son Karel exploring their new neighborhood.

Also at TIFF will be the Henry Golding film DANIELA FOREVER

Right now, Matthias Schoenaerts have four things in development, but nothing seemingly concrete. He posts street art and quotes on IG, but my favourite type of posts are ones about his late mother.

[merakiui]

it is time to make another (updated) comprehensive list (menu) of upcoming stories (feasts)!!!! for now there will only be a few fics that i intend to finish before february (it will be the month i return to posting and writing llh orders from last year, and so i'd like to have my to-write list mostly finished by then. that way february can be full of llh!! :D). so even if certain fics from my previous list are not written here, they will indeed be completed at some point in time.

without further ado, the menu consisting of the chef's specials:

✧ the most dangerous game - yandere!jade leech x (female) reader.

✧ sex by the sea - r18 drabbles featuring the cast of "lost in the book with stitch." no yandere. it is just gratuitous smut with feelings; reader will be written as female. why have summer in summer when you can have it in winter instead hehe,,, it's abysmal timing, but please forgive me. orz

✧ heartache hospital - yandere!scaramouche x (gender neutral) reader.

✧ the crocodile's dilemma - yandere!riddle rosehearts x (gender neutral) reader.

✧ havfruens forelskelse (azul thought 2) sequel - yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader.

[silkendandelion]

Are we still posting pictures of our farms???? (UPDATE for 1.6 here)

Because I’ve been wanting to do a fanfic for awhile about the guild hall I made out of my modded cellar

Something fluffy, about Marlon, Gill and Lance lamenting how much money it would cost to redo the guild hall on the mountain. The farmer gets the idea to renovate their cellar for cost purposes, and opens it just in time for Feast of the Winter Star, to give the adventurers a gift

The farmer even makes a cabin and a bath house on the property (with little signs) so adventurers can come eat, wash up, and rest all on the farm, which would put the valley on the map as a spot for adventurers to stop and resupply

I just need some fluff to take a break from my current list of WIPs