#accepted: weston

[plague-of-insomnia]

Kuro antis who are going insane over ch 203 as if child abuse (and children’s parts being harvested and reused) isn’t a recurring theme in the manga boggles my mind

[lostrence]

more people tend to see my tumblr posts as opposed to my instagram story so here’s an update here too:

literally not even sure if anyone is keeping track of my progress but here it is anyway

[wearelondonhq]

welcome to london, BRET WESTON WALLIS! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like PAUL MESCAL? well, no matter, we hear that you are 28and working as a BARTENDER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from RIVERDALE and have a tendency to be INTELLIGENT as well as CHILDISH.

— WELCOME TO LONDON, bret weston wallis! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome bea, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group!

[kyseya]

You reap what you sow

Yandere farm brothers x f.reader

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Just your typical luck, your car had suddenly broken down in the middle of nowhere. What will you do now? You can’t stay there, there’s no food or water available. Luckily, you hadn’t run out of recourses just yet but it was very close to being gone.

You stepped out of the car and went around it, staring it down with waves of irritation rolling off you. You tried coming up with a plan. The next stop was miles away and it was nothing but a daydream that you’d be able to make it there on foot.

Right as you were about to give up and let the animals take you, the sound of wheels on gravel caught your attention. Turning around, you saw another car speeding towards you. Yes! You were saved! You waved at the person in the car and luckily enough it stopped. ‘I’m gonna pray it’s not Michael Meyers lost cousin or something.’

The door to the passenger side opened and you spotted a man sitting behind the wheel. He was young, around your age, probably a little older perhaps. He had dark brown hair and equally dark eyes. You instantly noticed a scar below his left eye as you glanced at his face. You had to admit, he was very handsome; in a rugged type of way. You couldn’t help but eye how his plain shirt hugged all the muscles on his body. You mentally slapped yourself, ‘Geez (Y/n), you’re here to ask for help not ogle him like the last piece of cake at the party!’

“Your car broke down?” He asked, looking at the worthless piece of junk that had decided to betray you just minutes ago.

“Yeah, it did.” You scratched the back of your head in slight embarrassment. “I couldn’t trouble you for a ride, could I?” He was quiet for a moment, in which you hastily added, “Not for long! Just so I can get proper help from a mechanic. I won’t be a bother I promise.”

The man nodded. “Alright then, hop in.”

Your eyes lit up at his response. You gladly took a seat beside him and thanked him again for his help. “Thank you so much. You’re literally saving my life.”

He nodded once more. Guess he wasn’t much of a talker. Well not that it mattered much. You’d only stick around until you got to a town and found someone who could fix your vehicle. You didn’t have to be all buddy-buddy with each other. You only had to be happy he didn’t seem to want to kill you and hang your organs like Christmas ornaments. The chance of you meeting again was down to basically zero.

Or that’s what you thought, but life has a funny way of messing with you. It must have a grudge against you or else you wouldn’t be seated in the same position you were previously, only it being about 3 hours later. The drive to the nearest town was long(you definitely wouldn’t have made it by walking) and when you got there, you found out the one mechanic they had was out of town.

You thought you were going to have to spend the night in a bush, but you were pleasantly surprised to have your muscular helper offer a nights stay at his farm. You were grateful(once more) and also confused. Why was he being so nice to you when he didn’t have any reason to? It didn’t make sense. The two of you had just met, plus that you’ve only spoken a number of times and none of the conversations were noteworthy.

It was after you accepted you got to know his name, Weston. It fit him quite well, you thought. He told you there was a spare room you could use. It would be further away from his, to offer you some sort of privacy. He also mentioned there was one other person living on the farm, his younger brother. If he annoyed you, you could just tell him off, Weston said to you.

Your butt was sore from all the sitting, both in your own car but also from this little trip. The sky darkened and the sun had nearly completely disappeared when you finally arrived at the farm. It looked like you imagined. There was a large house which you assumed was the main house. Behind it was a big, red barn. You thought you could hear the faint sounds of animals.

Climbing out of the car, you glanced expectantly at your host, waiting for his initiative. You didn’t want to be rude and march right up to the house. As you were waiting, another figure came into view. He was much like his older brother, with brown hair and eyes to match. He was smiling at the both of you, although you caught a slight suspicion towards you.

“Who’s the new kid?” He asked his sibling, who gave him a rundown of what’s happened. You were a bit annoyed at how he called you ‘kid’, you were very much a grown person. And he’s one to talk, you were sure he was younger than you, even through all that brawn. He wasn’t as tall as Weston but he was no joke either. The younger brother looked at you with sympathy, “Really? Well that’s unfortunate. What’re you gonna do now that the mechanic’s gone- since you need him I’m guessing you don’t exactly know how to fix cars.”

You sighed, “I’m not sure yet. I’ll come up with something tomorrow. I’m too tired from all the driving and thinking.”

“Alright, I get it. I’m Lucas by the way.”

You shook his hand. “(Y/n), and thank you for having me. You’re really saving me here.”

“Haha, well Weston likes to pretend he’s heartless, but he’s really just a giant teddy bear.” Lucas said and smirked as he received a glare from the ‘teddy bear’.

“Come in (Y/n), I’ll show you your room.” Weston led you into the house.

Right as you stepped over the threshold, you felt a slight chill. Something felt wrong. You turned around to see Lucas’ beaming face. He tilted his head in confusion.

“Everything good?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You’d gotten the impression that he’s a chill guy, but now you started wondering if you’d made the wrong choice.

“N-no, everything’s great!”

There was no turning back now, you thought as you descended deeper into the house.

It was unfortunate that every time you followed one of the brothers into town again, for supplies and other things, the mechanic was never there. Sadly it seemed like his vacation wasn’t over yet which meant no way home for you. However, you didn’t have it so bad. The brothers had been kind enough to let you keep staying with them at their farm.

Honestly it was pretty good there. Sure, it wasn’t what you were used to, but some change of scenery was good for you. Not wanting to appear lazy, you helped them to the best of your ability around the farm. You couldn’t lift heavy things like they could even if you really put your back into it, and you certainly didn’t trust yourself to milk the cows; something you could do was cook! It’d become a routine for them to do their work during the day and you’d make them lunch and then dinner in the evenings. You’d never seen yourself as a homemaker, though this was kind of fun. Maybe it was the heat poking your brain or it was that you genuinely enjoyed their company.

Besides, it was really nice looking out the kitchen window and catching a glimpse of them at work. You weren’t proud, but it did something for you. The way droplets of sweat ran down their backs, not in a gross way though, in an appealing manner. During the instances they took of their shirts, you got a front row seat to see the muscles in action. You now knew Lucas had stone-hard abs and that Weston had a very nice back.

Despite the fun in getting to know both of them individually, there were some things you couldn’t deny making you uncomfortable. For example, there was the curfew. That one had a good explanation; there were wild animals sometimes running around and they didn’t want you to get hurt. That made perfect sense! Though you couldn’t shake off that one time you couldn’t sleep and had gone outside on the porch for some air. You were just relaxing and looking at the bright stars when shouting woke you up more than your insomnia. Lucas had come rushing towards you in panic. He’d frantically asked you what you were doing up. You responded honestly and he slowly calmed down. He said you shouldn’t go out by yourself anymore. If you can’t sleep you can see the stars perfectly from the living room window, or better yet, you can come to one of their rooms instead.

Then there was the room furthest back in the barn. Although it could be excused as well, they told you that’s where they slaughtered the animals. But you could swear you heard something from inside, something that doesn’t sound at all like a cow, a pig or a chicken. Suspicion arose in you, but fear held you in a chokehold and prevented you from investigating. However nice they were to you, there was no way you’d risk pissing them off. Especially since the mechanic still wasn’t back which meant you had no way to escape, if it would be necessary.

Lucas had been right, Weston wasn’t as scary as he seemed in the beginning. Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges but he had sweet moments too. Once during one of your little adventures on the porch, Weston had suddenly appeared by your side, giving you a scare. He apologised and asked why you were out. You were worried he would get angry considering you’d just recently had the ‘no more going out’- conversation with Lucas. To your surprise he chuckled at your nervous demeanor and did not reprimand you. He told you that in his opinion, Lucas was too paranoid for his own good and sometimes didn’t know when to stop. You don’t have to walk on eggshells, though you probably shouldn’t wander off the porch after dark. Better to be safe than sorry, right? Afterwards he declared he’s going to bed before wrapping you in a blanket, you didn’t even notice he had it with him until he turned you into a burrito. He was very sweet in his own way, you realised. From then on you paid more attention to the affection he undoubtedly showed. Sometimes it was hard to see, but it was definitely there.

Lucas on the other hand was more open with his affection; pulling you into hugs, asking about your day, petting your hair. All these thing he did daily. He, too, was incredibly sweet. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend that him and Weston shared DNA. They were so different. The only thing confirming their relation was little things how their eyes lit up the same way or how their smiles were similar(if you were fortunate enough to witness Weston smiling, that is). Lucas also had a protective streak. He constantly worried over your safety and wellbeing. Which was kind of nice, when he wasn’t nagging you about it every five seconds.

You better listen to them. It’s all for your best. Because if you don’t, you might end up walking into the barn, and then you might end up finding the remains of the mechanic you’ve been so desperately looking for. And that wouldn’t be very good now, would it?

[midnight-in-town]

Was watching this week's episode of the Weston arc and...

Imagine being the oldest sibling and having a genius little sister

Imagine seeing her as exemplary, but then one day, she develops insecurity issues because of your cousin who also happens to be her fiancé

So imagine trying to make up for it by becoming extremely supporting of literally everything she does

However, because it's not working, imagine becoming quite competitive with the boy you believe was the one who made her insecure...

All that to say I really think Ed used to have negative feelings about real!Ciel making Liz insecure (by accident?) and not being good enough to make his little sister feel better when he, on the other hand, sees her as a genius.

The Campania arc changed all that (between Ed and our!Ciel) obviously...

and, as explained above, Weston arc made them closer, so I fully expect Ed to be 100% on our!Ciel's side in the currently on-going Twin Feud.

Lastly, the difference between Ed admitting defeat...

and real!Ciel admitting defeat is immensely striking and that's one more argument making me think Ed will definitely choose our!Ciel's side against real!Ciel's (it's yet one more example belonging to the "nothing can outshine the original" theme of the twins' conflict).

TL;DR There is no meaningless comic relief in Kuroshitsuji. Ed is not a siscon. He's a good guy who took it badly at heart, when his genius little sister lost confidence in herself.

I didn’t find this on your blog but do you think OC and Edward used to be closed ? Closer than Edward with RC ? I find it strange we didn’t see a lot of interactions with the Midford family in OC’s flashback, besides with Lizzy ofc. Thoughts ?

Hey Anon, thanks for checking beforehand!

I actually think it’s possible that Edward was closer to our!Ciel than real!Ciel, yes. I have this theory that Ed blames real!Ciel for his words to Lizzie back when they were kids, which probably created a rift between Ed and real!Ciel. Until the Campania arc (though Ed didn’t know then who « Ciel » was).

Just with the example of Lizzie’s distress alone, it’s not impossible to imagine that Edward would appreciate our!Ciel more than real!Ciel, but there’s also this scene…

Ed’s comment in Weston makes me wonder about if he’s reminiscing about the past, since the twin often says he only cares about his little brother, or if he’s just roasting our!Ciel as a usual habit.

The Weston arc definitely brought the two boys closer though and I like to imagine that the investigation to bring Lizzie back home did too.

Lastly, Edward is very similar to our!Ciel as a character so I like to think the different flashbacks so far (Ed’s in Weston and our!Ciel’s more recently) hide for now how close they might have been, compared to Ed & real!Ciel or Liz & real!Ciel mostly.

As always I can be wrong though, so please take with a grain of salt. :)

Have a good day !

[solelifauna]

Definitely NOT Invincible (Yandere Invincible & Reader)

(Y/n) Grayson, daughter of one of the greatest heroes, learns just how NOT invincible she is. Thrown back in time after her death, she must warn the Guardians of the Globe of the oncoming slaughter while she also battles her own monsters (both figuratively and literally). However, her father and brother begin to gain interest in her strange behavior, something (y/n) could rather do without.

(Y/n) Grayson,  the youngest member of the Grayson family, born to Nolan and Debbie Grayson, with your older brother, Mark, only three years your senior. Life growing up was idyllic in many ways—you had a loving father, mother, and brother who, at least for the first few years of your life, seemed completely normal. But you always knew something was different about your family, especially about your father and brother.

From an early age, you noticed how often your father would leave at odd hours, saying he was "called into work." When Mark turned 10, he and your dad started spending more time together, and they began excluding you from their bonding sessions. You were curious, but it wasn’t until your parents finally sat you down that you learned the truth: your father was Omni-Man, a powerful alien sent to protect Earth, and your brother had just started developing powers like his.

Excited by the revelation, you had a flood of questions—what it felt like to fly, whether you'd get powers, and what space was like. Though your father answered your questions kindly, the growing divide between you and your family was undeniable. Mark, once your geeky, lovable older brother, started to change. By the time you were 12 and he was 15, that change became frightening.

As Mark's powers grew stronger, so did his sense of superiority. He began referring to others as "humans" in a dismissive tone, something that deeply unsettled you. He no longer saw himself as part of the same species, despite being half-human. While he still had moments of warmth and humor with your family, outside of the home, Mark was becoming someone else—cold, calculating, and even cruel.

He rose in popularity at school thanks to his new powers, good looks, and charisma. He became the star athlete, using his power to brutalize opponents on the field, often injuring them far beyond what was acceptable, and then charming others to get out of trouble. One day, he came home covered in blood after beating a kid so badly that the other boy was left mangled and broken. Mark’s behavior was alarming, but what terrified you most was that your father approved of it. Omni-Man encouraged Mark’s aggressive dominance, much to your mother’s distress and your growing fear.

While Mark and your father’s relationship grew stronger, you felt more and more left out. Your own 10th birthday had passed, and your powers had yet to manifest. Nolan began spending less time with you, focusing on Mark's training, leaving you chasing the bond you once had with him. Debbie tried to bridge the gap, but you couldn’t help feeling the loss of both your father’s and brother’s attention.

The real turning point came when you were 12. One day after school, you were hanging out with your friends Hallie, Connor, and Weston in the reclusive meadow near your school. It was a peaceful, secluded spot until you were suddenly attacked by a strange creature—something none of you had ever seen before. It was monstrous, something straight out of the Dungeons & Dragons games you played. You barely managed to kill it, naming it a "Demogorgon" after the game. The four of you hid the body, terrified and confused.

You didn’t know what to tell your parents, but the scratches and bruises covering you were impossible to hide. Your father didn’t have time to deal with what seemed like childish nonsense, and the local law enforcement was baffled by the sudden attacks happening in your area. The creature you killed wasn’t a one-time event; strange attacks began occurring more frequently, leaving the community on edge. Still, your father was too occupied with his work for the government, and Mark was too wrapped up in his own world to help.

As time passed, it became painfully clear that your father was growing distant. You idolized him, but without powers of your own, it seemed like you were losing him. Mark, meanwhile, reveled in his strength, and with your father’s approval, his behavior became more dangerous and reckless. He started using his powers in more violent ways, and the line between heroism and cruelty began to blur for him. You watched your once-loving family dynamic twist into something darker.

Despite this, you chased after them both, desperate to stay close to the people you loved. You begged to join their training sessions, hoping that maybe your powers would eventually show. Yet, with each passing day, you felt the weight of their growing alienation. Mark was becoming someone you barely recognized—a far cry from the nerdy older brother who used to sneak you extra cookies at night and argue about comic book trivia.

Now, you and your friends are facing a looming threat from these mysterious creatures. The attacks are increasing, and no one seems able to stop them—not your father, not Mark, and not the authorities. As the danger mounts, you realize that you and your friends are the only ones who know the truth about the creatures. You’ll have to rely on each other to survive and solve the mystery behind these attacks.

Now at 15, your life had already turned into a living nightmare, but that year? That year, everything truly fell apart. You’d made it to high school, but the past three years had felt like an eternity. Your father was still physically there, but the emotional distance between you two had grown insurmountable. When he did spend time with you, it felt more like an obligation than a genuine connection. You weren’t stupid—you could see it in his eyes. He’d written you off the moment it became clear you didn’t have powers. To him, you were just another weak human, barely worth his time.

Mark wasn’t much better. He oscillated between two extremes: sometimes he was distant, barely acknowledging your existence at home or school. Other times, you’d catch glimpses of your old brother, the one who’d stay up late with you, watching cheesy movies and tucking you in when you fell asleep. Those rare moments of warmth became your lifeline. You clung to them desperately, as if each one could push back the growing darkness in your family.

But then there was the other thing—the real problem. The Demogorgon situation. What had started as a single encounter had become a full-on invasion. No one else seemed capable of dealing with it. Not your dad, not Mark, not the heroes the world adored. So you and your friends had decided to do it yourselves.

At first, it seemed impossible to hide the cuts, bruises, and sprains from fighting the monsters. But with your mom working full time and your father and brother too wrapped up in their own twisted lives to care, no one really noticed. You didn’t blame your mom—she was drowning in her own problems, trying to keep the family together despite everything.

You were fortunate enough to meet Haymitch—a rugged, grizzled man who’d been hunting the creatures for longer than you could imagine. He tried to tell you to back off, to leave it to the adults. But of course, you didn’t listen. You and your friends had been through too much, seen too much. In your stubborn teenage way, you refused to step aside, leaving him no choice but to train you. Over time, he became something of a mentor and a father figure, filling the void that your real father had left behind.

But that year? That year, the world came crashing down.

It started with the Guardians of the Globe. They were the strongest superhero team on the planet, and they were slaughtered—every last one of them. Except for your father. At first, the news rocked the world. Omni-Man was hailed as the tragic survivor, the hero who narrowly escaped death. But you knew better. Something felt wrong about the whole thing. Your gut told you there was more to the story, but you couldn’t imagine the scope of the horror that was to come.

Soon after, the truth emerged.

Your father didn’t come to Earth to protect it—he came to conquer it. And Mark, your once-nerdy, sometimes-kind brother, had fallen right in line with him. Together, they unleashed chaos on the planet. They pillaged cities, tearing through anyone who stood in their way. Mark, now going by the name Invincible, seemed to take after your father in the worst possible ways. The sweet boy who used to protect you from bullies was now a monster, crushing anyone—heroes, civilians, soldiers—who dared oppose him.

The world was plunged into ruin.

You and your friends ran, barely escaping the destruction. You thought maybe your father would have taken you, but no. You weren’t a Viltrumite. You weren’t powerful. You were just… nothing to him. Weak. Disposable. He had already whisked your mom away to a “safe location”—where, you didn’t know—but you were left behind. Haymitch stayed with you, leading your ragtag group as you all tried to survive in a world turned upside down.

You’d never felt so betrayed, so alone.

But even in the wreckage of your life, there was a flicker of hope. You had your friends, and you had Haymitch. And most importantly, you had a burning desire to stop your father and brother. Even if you didn’t have their powers, even if you didn’t have Viltrumite strength, you had something they didn’t—humanity.

And you were going to fight back.

Months passed, and the world’s governments were in tatters. Omni-Man and Invincible’s conquest was nearly complete. Entire cities lay in ruins, and any resistance from the human military or remaining superheroes was swiftly crushed. Yet, even amid the chaos, pockets of resistance formed. Small groups of survivors, including former heroes, started to organize, desperate to reclaim their planet.

You and your friends became part of that underground movement, thanks to Haymitch’s connections. He was no stranger to fighting overwhelming odds, and with his help, you quickly became proficient in guerrilla tactics. You might not have powers, but you had your wits, and you knew how to strike fast and hard, using the terrain and the enemy’s overconfidence against them.

Every day was a struggle, a fight for survival. You missed your mom, wondering if she was safe or if she even knew what was happening. As for your father… well, you weren’t sure what you felt anymore. Love? Hatred? Betrayal? It was all tangled up in a knot too painful to untangle.

And Mark. God, what had happened to him? Was he too far gone, or was there still a part of him that remembered what it meant to be human? The Mark you once knew wouldn’t have done this. But now, the lines were blurred. You didn’t know if he could be saved, or if he was beyond redemption.

The day started out like any other grim scavenging run. You, Hallie, Connor, Weston, and Haymitch had been searching for rations—anything to keep your group alive. The world had become a brutal place, where food and supplies were scarce, and desperation drove people to violence. It was only a matter of time before you crossed paths with another group, and when you did, tension rose immediately.

The air was thick with the potential for bloodshed. Hands hovered near weapons, and the slightest wrong move could trigger a firefight. But as the seconds ticked by, you realized that these weren’t just scavengers—they were survivors, just like you. What’s more, they were part of something bigger. The remnants of humanity’s greatest defenders had gathered in secret, forming a larger resistance led by the surviving heroes who had managed to evade the massacre Omni-Man and Invincible left in their wake.

After a tense exchange, they extended an offer: come with them. They said kids shouldn’t be out here, fighting for their lives like this. It took your group time to weigh the options, but the decision was unanimous—you’d all go. You’d join the resistance and help however you could.

Those weeks spent with the resistance were the best you’d had since the world fell apart. There was food, shelter, and—most importantly—hope. You trained alongside the heroes, working with them to organize missions, raid supply caches, and defend what little remained of civilization. For a while, you dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance to fight back against the Viltrumite tyrants.

But in the back of your mind, you dreaded the inevitable. Every night, the fear gnawed at you—Omni-Man and Invincible would find this place. They always did. And when they did, there would be no mercy. No escape.

That day came sooner than you expected.

You were talking with another resistance member when the alarms blared. Panic rippled through the compound as the distant sound of gunfire echoed closer and closer. Then, the ground shook beneath your feet as the roof was torn open with monstrous strength. Invincible descended into the fray, a twisted grin plastered on his blood-splattered face. Omni-Man followed, cold and detached as ever, watching the carnage unfold like it was just another day.

The heroes fought valiantly, but one by one, they fell. Invincible tore through them with savage glee, while Omni-Man dealt crushing blows with deadly precision. It was a massacre.

You were frozen in place, too terrified to move, when you heard a booming voice cut through the chaos—your father’s voice. "To the rest of you," he called out over the battle, "you will die today. There’s no point in fighting." His words sent a chill through your bones.

Everything happened so fast. You tried to run, but before you could escape, a powerful hand grabbed the back of your shirt and lifted you effortlessly into the air. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as you were spun around to face the monster holding you.

It was your father. Omni-Man.

Your mind reeled as you looked at his face, stained with blood—an expression of cold indifference as he gazed down at you. You wanted to scream, to beg, to ask him why, but the words wouldn’t come. All you could do was stare at the man who once cradled you in his arms, who used to play tea party with you, who had been your hero.

But now? Now, he barely recognized you as his daughter.

You struggled, kicking and thrashing, but it was useless. His grip was iron. His gaze pierced through you like you were nothing. Then he spoke, his voice calm and emotionless.

"It really is a shame you turned out like this. So weak."

The words hit you harder than any physical blow could. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked into his face, searching for any sign of the man you once loved. But there was nothing.

He tilted his head slightly, almost as if considering his next move. Then, his large hand enveloped your head, cradling it—just like he used to when you were little—before he squeezed.

The pain was blinding. It was as if your skull had exploded under the pressure. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t think. Everything went dark.

You were dead.

Your father killed you.

You didn’t even get to graduate high school. You didn’t get to have your first crush. You were dead.

But then, you started to feel.

You were supposed to be dead. The pain should have been gone. Darkness should have consumed you. But you could feel again.

You violently jerked awake, gasping for air, your heart pounding in your chest like it was about to burst. Your mind scrambled to make sense of what was happening. 

You should be dead. Your father crushed your skull.

Your hands frantically touched your face, your head, everything. You were whole. You were alive.

Your heart raced, your breathing ragged as you clutched your chest, desperately trying to calm the frantic beating. You forced yourself to focus, but only one thought kept swirling around in your mind:

‘How the fuck am I still alive?’

Last you remembered, your fathe—Omni-Man—was crushing your skull in, revealing just how much of a useless, weak, waste of Viltrumite DNA he thought you were. Then... nothing.

That’s when you noticed your surroundings.

Wait– this wasn’t the battlefield or a bunker. This was your bedroom. The walls were familiar, decorated with posters of bands you loved when things were still normal. The faded rug beneath your feet had that same worn-out spot where you always paced while talking on the phone with your friends.

But this wasn’t possible. You watched your house get destroyed when Invincible and Omni-Man tore through your neighborhood. You watched it crumble along with everything else. You scrambled to your feet, heart racing again as your mind tried to make sense of it all. That’s when you stopped dead in front of your mirror.

Your reflection stared back at you, wide-eyed and pale, but something was off. Way off. Your scars. The ones you had earned during your time in the resistance, the ones that covered your face, arms, and body from fighting to survive—they were gone. Not all of them—no, the scars from your battles with the Demogorgons were still there, thin lines across your skin like faint echoes of the hell you’d been through. But the deeper, newer scars from the resistance, from facing Omni-Man and Invincible’s destruction? They were gone.

Your breath caught in your throat as your mind raced to make sense of this.

Wait a minute.

Something clicked, a horrifying realization dawning on you. You spun around, desperately searching for your phone. After a frantic few seconds of tearing through your sheets, you finally found it, buried under your blanket. Hands shaking, you powered it on, staring intently at the screen as the date loaded.

October 13th, 20XX.

Four months before the Guardians of the Globe were slaughtered. Five months before the world would fall to ruin.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, the word escaping in a half-choked whisper.

Your bitch ass time traveled.

[azulhood]

It all started because of a school project, technically two projects, while it wasn't a world ending threat they set of a change reaction that lead to startling discoveries.

Mr Lancer had given the class the task of looking through their pasts and finding an life changing event that helped shape them into the person that were today and writing about that event.

It was a ten page essay (they were allowed to go over that limit) the more details the better and if you had something from that event to show (such as photos or keepsakes or really anything) you were awarded extra credit.

Danny's choice of event was the school field trip to a nearby museum he went on when he was seven, the space exhibit they had was what sparked his love for the stars and kick-started his dreams of being an astronaut.

It wasn't like he had any other choice (he doubted mister Lancer would accept 'my death' as a good life changing event)

He knew that he had photos of the field trip somewhere with all the other photos taken throughout his life, he just had to find them.

And after digging through thousands of boxes and piles of discarded inventions he handled with care (in case they blew up) he found them tucked inside an old photo album covered in green stains that sat on top of a bookshelf.

Opening the book caused all the pictures to fall into his lap, it seems like his parents didn't get around to actually adding them to the book, Danny resigned himself to spending the rest of his day shifting through old photos.

It wasn't all bad though, he found pictures of when Sam still had blonde hair and wore pink and of that time Tucker wrote an 'I love you' on his parents cars with their keys and many other embarrassing photos.

A treasure trove of blackmail material.

He finally found the picture he was looking for.

All of the kids who are now students of Casper high stood in front of an old building each proudly holding up something they bought in the gift shop (Danny had bought a book on planets that had long ago fallen apart)

It was a normal photo.

And yet, something seemed off.

Sam and Tucker were there with him in between them, Dash was there too.

Along with Kwan, Mikey, Paulina, Valerie, and all the others.

And yet, something was missing.

Then it hit him.

Wes wasn't there.

Danny could've sworn that he had been on that trip, but the more he thought about it the less he was sure.

He couldn't actually remember Wes being there and Danny remembered nearly everything about that trip.

'Maybe he was sick or something?' It was the most logical thing he could think of to explain the other absence, that and his parents not wanting him to go for some reason.

Mystery solved he pushed it to the back of his mind , he had an essay to finish.

Still, it stuck with him.

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The next school project Lencer gave them was one with assigned partners.

Danny got Wes who, despite not being Sam or Tucker, was leagues better then Dash and he'd take that as a win.

Wes had insisted on studying at his house so he could, and Danny quotes "Keep an eye on you Fenton"

Danny could practically feel the hidden cameras burning a hole into him while he stood in front of the Weston's door, waiting for him to go ghost for whatever reason.

Jokes on him though, Danny asked all the ghosts to leave him along for this month with the promise of giving them a head start the next time they caused trouble, so really Wes was just wasting his time.

"This way." Wes said already heading inside without caring if Danny followed.

Being the first time he had ever been in Wes's home Danny looked at everything and anything.

It was a fairly normal home, not like Danny's which had an anti-ghost defense system or Sam's super rich house.

But more like Tuckers

One of the things that drew his attention was the pictures that lined the walls.

There were so many.

Some with Wes and his mom, some with just him, some with just his mom, and some with people Danny didn't recognise.

But there were no baby photos.

The only pictures Danny could find of a young Wes seemed to be from when he was eight? Nine?

And nothing before.

'Maybe they were put away in storage' Danny guessed, but it still made his brain itch.

He remembered looking at old school photos and not finding any sign of a young Wes at all, he didn't even remember Wes coming to school any time before the year Danny turned eight.

And in a small town where everyone knew everyone that really wasn't possible.

'Maybe they moved here and lost a lot of stuff' Which would explain a lot, well no harm in asking. "Did you loss a lot when you moved here?"

Wes stopped walking and turned around to give him a look that asked if he was insane. "I've lived here my whole life, Fenton."

Danny froze, that couldn't be right, he'd remember that.

Something was wrong.

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Tim Drake sat in front of the bat computer as the rest of his family patrolled.

He had one monitor displaying the other bats locations while all the other monitors were used to show him files, or rather the lack there of.

Wayne Enterprises had tournaments held for schools and the prize was an all express paid trip to Gotham and tour of WE and surrounding areas, Tim could think of way better prizes that weren't visiting the crime capital of the world but that wasn't the point.

What was the point was that every time there was a winner Tim preformed a routine background check on students and staff (and by routine he means learn their whole live story) just in case anyone happened to be trained assassins set to kill one of them, stranger things have happened.

Wes Weston was one such student whose background Tim had to check.

And he found nothing.

Sure, there were hospital and school documents from age eight and upwards, but other then that nothing.

There was no birth certificate, no evidence of him attending daycare, nothing.

It was as if Wes did not exist before he was eight years old.

And perhaps the most interesting thing.

Amy Weston was listed as Wes's biological mother, DNA even said as much, and yet Amy's medical file said that she had never been pregnant and also had no siblings that could've been Wes's parent.

And yet Wes existed, appearing one day as if he had always been there.

Was it cloning? Aliens? Magic? A changeling? Someone creating false information to hide the truth?

It was a mystery, and mysteries had always been Tim's Kryptonite.

[demonic0angel]

Wes Weston Post (click for clarity)

Ty to @anonymous-existences for giving me the extra boost to create this, I randomly got inspired >B)

Extra notes:

+ Wes and Valerie being best friends is so funny to me bc Ik he’s desperately trying to prove that Danny is Phantom and Valerie just refuses to accept it.

+ Everyone thinks Wes is weird for being so obsessed with Phantom and Danny, but since he’s relatively popular and is the captain of the basketball team, everyone kinda lets it slide. Dash definitely looks at him like 🤨 everytime he mentioned his theories tho.

+ While I explicitly give Wes freckles, it’s only bc I only draw features that I think are important for the viewers to know. Danny also has freckles, but they’re not very visible. Just a little clarification :3

+ There was a plot idea I had once, where Jazz accidentally and unintentionally joins their (Wes and Valerie’s) group in order to investigate Phantom, and while Wes is trying to find a way to reveal that her little brother is actually a superhero and Valerie is trying to both kill Phantom and ask out Danny, Jazz is Stressed™ trying not to reveal anything. It’s also a crack idea where Val is being surrounded by tall, gorgeous redheads.

+ I also had another plot idea where Danny accidentally injures Wes as Phantom and angst ensues as Valerie sees it all and accuses him of being evil. (Bonus points if Danny and Valerie have a budding romance!) Since Wes actually knows Danny’s identity, there’s even more angst as Danny desperately tries to apologize to Wes but he refuses to see him.

+ Yeah, idk why the ideas are so far apart on the spectrum of fluff and angst either.

[anonymous-existences]

DCXDP PROMPT 6 :

And once again, I exist

Wes/Damian + Demon Sibs AU

HC involved : Gothamite Rich Mother of Wes and the person where he got his Cassandra's Curse from, Danny Knows about his past and Damian knows Danny is alive just doesn't know where.

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The Fentons upon finding out about Phantom's Identity as their Son Danny, they don't have the heart to harm Danny but they don't have the logic to accept him as a Halfa, so they decided to kick him out, Danny and Jazz gets into a fight because Jazz believes She can convince the Fenton's but Danny doesn't.

The School finds out about Danny being Phantom and Wes gets paid for the bets they owe him. But Upon Wes hearing Danny got kicked out, decided to take him in and as it turns out Wes's Mom is rich.

Danny lives Peacefully in the Weston Residence(decently big house) until Wes Gets a message from Tucker about the GIW getting a hold of Danny as Phantom's information probably by the Fenton's.

Wes knows it's only a matter of time before the GIW busts down their door so, he calls up his mom.

They escape to Gotham as that's the safest place and also the only place Wes is familiar with and because his mom is there and she's rich enough, she enrolls them to the same school where Damian is and ofcourse. Demon Sibs reunite, Wes and Damian meet.

The part I like the most :

Damian Believes Everything Wes says and is truly unaffected by the Cassandra's Curse especially after being asked by Wes if he's Robin on the first Day Danny introduces them to each other. Damian is intrigued that no one finds this *Obviously Handsome, Intellectual, Logical Boy* ~~that he's Inlove with~~ at all!

Danny also bypasses Cassandra's Curse, You all get the gyst <33

TLDR: Damian is smitten with a conspiracy theorist that's always 90% right and Always Sassy whilst having been reunited with the twin He knows was alive but doesn't know where that is Danyal

Extra : Wes totally figured out every hidden heroes identities but kept his mouth shut and if this is Tim/Bernard then Damian is in the "I have a better boyfriend than you Drake." Because both are gingers(?), Conspiracy Theorists but only one figured out everyone's identities on the spot.

Extra 2: GIW Shenanigans is decided by anyone and you all can take this free and change the prompt anytime or just inspire from it.

Thank you for listening to my crack.

[catbread0]

hi can you write sebastian michaelis x reader first kiss, especially with sebastian being confused by having a crush and not understanding the feelings (or how his human body is reacting in ways he doesnt understand bc he’s an “emotionless” demon)

thank you :]

Sebastian Michaelis x Fem Reader

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy the story! Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

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Fluff

Black Butler Masterlist

Emotions

Your young master, Ciel Phantomhive, had left to attend Weston College to uncover why students have gone missing. With that, you were left behind due to the school being an all-boys public school, meaning while Sebastian was gone, you were now in charge of making sure the Manor wouldn't become rubble due to your three other colleagues. There were a few close calls, but you would manage to salvage it by the end of the day.

It was the second of June, and you heard knocks from the front door. It was the postman. He had given you a letter meant for you. It was from Sebastian. He had given you the task of buying some laxatives and told you to wear an elegant dress to the open ceremony that would take place tomorrow and that he would send a carriage to take you to Weston College.

You were confused about how you would be allowed into the opening ceremony due to only immediate family members being allowed to attend. It was only after the cricket tournament began that maids and butlers were able to enter. 

You decided to run the errands that Sebastian assigned you, buying laxatives, an elegant dress that flatters your looks but was also a shade of blue to represent your young master, and a few pieces of jewelry that go well with your dress.

Once you returned, you went immediately to the maid's headquarters and put your dress on a mannequin so it didn't get wrinkles. Mey-Rin had entered the room since you shared it, wanting to ask for help but was shocked to see the dress. 

“(Y/n) are you planning on going somewhere tomorrow?” she asked with a curious tone. 

You nodded and explained that Sebastian had sent a letter telling you that you would be attending the opening ceremony tomorrow. Mey-Rin was excited for you and offered to help you with your hair tomorrow. You, of course, accepted her kind gesture before helping around the Manor again,

It was now the third of June, the day of the open ceremony, and it was nearing dark. You were getting ready, Mey-Rin had helped you put on your corset and dress, and she was doing a few more touches to your hair. You made sure you had everything, including the laxatives that Sebastian asked you to buy. Baldroy, Finnian, and Mey-Rin promised you that they wouldn't make a mess in the Manor while you were gone, and with that, you get into the carriage that will take you to Weston College.

You’ve arrived at the Weston College campus, and you went to where the ceremony was being held. You waited in line until it was your turn to be checked if you were allowed to enter.

“What’s your name ma’am?”

“(Y/n) (L/n)”

The man checked the clipboard and allowed you to enter. As you entered, you were looking around the entire room. It was your first time setting foot and being able to see the opening ceremony for yourself. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and jumped a bit from the sudden contact. You looked to see who it was, and it was Sebastian with that smirk on his face.

“It’s wonderful to see you again (Y/n), I must say that dress enhances your beauty.”

You were about to reply when you realized the young master was nowhere to be seen. “Where is the young master?”

That's when you heard someone clear their throat, it was Master Agares, and he had begun his speech, and soon the houses revealed their chosen athletes. 

After Green Lion House, Scarlet Fox House, and Violet Wolf House showed their athletes, you saw white birds flying above, and that's when Sapphire Owl House entered, and you saw your young master. You couldn't help but giggle a little when you saw your young master's uneasy face.

After Master Agares finished his speech and tripped on a few stairs, everyone was lively talking to one another. You were about to walk over to your young master but it seemed as if he was surrounded by so many people in one place. You saw that Sebastian was about to walk away when a strong grip on his shoulder stopped him. It was Lady Scotney. She scolded Sebastian for his haircut choice for an educator. 

Elizabeth soon noticed both you and Sebastian and gasped. Soon, her father and older brother also noticed. However, they didn't recognize it was Sebastian or you and asked if you both were acquainted with Lady Scotney. Thankfully, Elizabeth whispered to them the situation. 

However, due to Elizabeth's gasp earlier, it caught a few people's attention, and some of them included the House Prefects. Curiosity had gotten the better of them, and they went to where you were all gathered.

“Master Michaelis, may I ask, but who is this maiden?” The prefect of the Scarlet Fox House asked.

You never asked, but if only immediate family could enter, then how were you able to enter? Sebastian chuckled before answering, “She's my lovely wife.”

You could see the shocked faces of the students, including Ciel. You three knew it was a lie, but at least now you know how you gain access to enter. 

A few other students overheard and started asking questions.

“How long have you been married?”  

“Why have you never worn your wedding ring?”

“Why are you both not wearing your wedding rings?”

The more the curiosity got the students, the more they started asking questions about your ‘marriage’. It wasn't looking good for you and Sebastian, as they kept asking the more suspicious they were getting. This could ruin the young master's mission if they were to find out. As you were about to answer the student’s questions, you felt a hand wrap around your waist and a lip press against yours. 

You see, it's Sebastian who’s kissing you, and you both separate.

“If you don't believe that she is my wife, you may take that as proof, but believe me when I say she is more than I could ever ask for in a wife.”

After some time, the ceremony dead down, you give Sebastian the laxatives, and you leave in the carriage to bring you back to the Manor.

After you left, Sebastian hid the laxatives inside his cloak and returned to his office on campus. While preparing everything for tomorrow, he felt an emotion of… absence? Sebastian was confused by this. He was a demon, and he shouldn’t feel emotions, especially for a human. 

During the cricket tournament, he would sneak glances at you while you sat with the rest of the servants. After he and the young master figured out the reason for the student’s disappearances, they returned to the Manor and felt a bit joyful that he could see you again.

While you were at the Funtom Company Perfume store, you loved the scent of the new Lily of the Valley perfume, Sebastian saw this and decided to buy the perfume for you. He couldn’t help but have a genuine smile when you started thanking him and when you looked so happy at the perfume.

Maybe feeling these ‘human emotions’ isn't so bad after all.

~Lilly's

[wildestheart4ever]

One thing that boggles me about the fanon character Wes Weston, is what an morally gray asshole he is.

Like, his whole schtick is obsessively trying to prove that Danny is Phantom and being driven nuts because no one else believes him…..

It doesn’t matter that he knows he’s right [Whether or not he had visual proof], but his continued failure to convince everyone plus Danny&Co’s smugness drives the need to prove himself right and rub it in their faces….

This is the agreed consensus on the character.

But I’m surprised not a lot of people point out this need to out Danny would put Danny in serious trouble.

Now whether or not one chooses to make the Fentons bad parents is one thing

But the GIW however have proven that they are willing to hunt down a human teenager on the basis that they’re a ghost [Elliot/Gregor - Reality gauntlet] for dubiously unethical reasons….

Whether or not that has crossed the fanon character’s mind doesn’t seem widely accepted.

But the thing is that he is willing to overlook that if it means proving those naysayers wrong.

And I find that an interesting aspect of the character. Whether or not Wes was just meant to be a comical “Conspiracy Theorist” character

[thefirst3chapters]

A significant part of Jess's story is his contentious relationship with Stars Hollow; he's upset about being sent there, after some (mild) troublemaking he's never really accepted, his ideas for his future revolve around being anywhere else, and when he eventually finds a home of his own it's in another city. Still, maybe there's an argument to be made that he doesn't hate Stars Hollow as much as it seems:

Jess manages to work at the diner for two years without causing Luke a notable loss in customers. In Season 4, Luke's customers are so upset by the new hire that they boycott the diner and go to Weston's instead.

He only leaves town the first time because of the car accident.

He returns because of Rory, but then he stays for months even though he doesn't think she cares about him.

He's curious about Miss Patty and Kirk's "show-biz spat."

The famous "22.8 miles" scene strongly suggests that he's planning to stick around for a while.

He doesn't want to repeat senior year at Stars Hollow High, but he asks if summer school would be an option for him. Even if his only motivation for asking is to get prom tickets for Rory, he's still willing to stay for at least a few months.

He leaves town the second time because Luke tells him to.

He tells Jimmy that he "can't stay in Stars Hollow," not that he doesn't want to or hates it there.

He tells Luke at the end of Season 4 that he appreciates "living here." This is probably more related to Luke himself than Stars Hollow, but it does suggest that Jess thinks his experience of being there was good for him in some way.

In AYITL, he surmises that Rory started working at the Stars Hollow Gazette because she "asked Taylor," which implies that he's kept up with town news to an extent (most likely through talking to Luke) if he knows that Taylor is still overseeing everything.

Jess clearly doesn't want to live in Stars Hollow long-term and is well aware of the ways the town put pressure on his relationship with Rory, but he doesn't seem to entirely hate everything about it either. Unlike many of the town's residents, Jess is well-versed in life away from it; he grew up in New York City and still lives in Stars Hollow by choice for an entire year. If he had the chance to leave on his own terms, maybe at the very least he wouldn't have done so without warning.

[amnncz]

earl vincent phantomhive x fallen angel! reader

“once that you have proven yourself worthy, will only be the time that i shall welcome you in this humble kingdom of mine.”

"are you okay, miss?" a soft voice murmured in your left ear, accompanied by a gentle shake on your shoulders, pulling you back from your reverie.

you opened your blue eyes and found yourself looking into the face of a young man with bluish-black hair, his noble bearing unmistakable.

"thank you," you murmured, your voice flat, as you stood up from your seat against the tree.

you brushed the dirt from your dress, taking in the surroundings. weston college, huh.

after composing yourself, you nodded to the noble who had woken you from your daydream, silently thanking him before walking away.

"if i didn’t know any better, I’d think she was an angel. Isn’t that right, earl-domo?" undertaker muttered, his gaze fixed on the blonde-haired girl.

"i suppose we’ll have to find out."

the next day, while you were wandering the college gardens, you heard footsteps approaching. turning, you saw the noble from before, his piercing gaze meeting yours.

"good morning, i’m vincent phantomhive," he greeted, his voice warm yet curious. "i didn’t catch your name yesterday."

you hesitated before replying, "its y/n."

vincent smiled. "its a pleasure to meet you, y/n. if you don't mind my asking, what brings you to weston college?"

you searched for a plausible explanation. "i... needed a change of scenery. this place seemed as good as any.”

vincent's eyes seemed to probe deeper, as if sensing there was more to your story. "weston has a way of attracting those who need a fresh start. would you care to join me for a walk? the gardens are particularly lovely this time of year."

reluctantly, you agreed, falling into step beside him. as you walked, the conversation flowed more naturally. vincent spoke of the college’s history, its traditions, and his own experiences. his genuine interest in you made it difficult to keep your guard up.

as you walked alongside vincent, the weight of your exile from heaven pressed heavily on your shoulders. the beauty of weston college did little to lift your spirits, and the whispers of your past haunted your every step. if your newly found companion was to find out that you’ve been kicked out of heaven, would he still continue to befriend you?

of course not, who would want to befriend someone who has fallen off of grace with a god.

"why do you seem so sad?" he asked gently, catching you off guard.

you looked away, the memories of your fall from grace too painful to share. "its nothing. just... adjusting to a new place."

vincent nodded, accepting your answer for now. "well, if you ever want to talk, i’m here. sometimes, sharing the burden helps lighten it."

his kindness stirred something within you. for so long, you had carried the weight of your fall alone. maybe, just maybe, it was time to trust someone with a fragment of your past.

over the next few weeks, vincent's presence became a constant in your life. he had a way of drawing you out of your shell, his patience and understanding providing a solace you hadn’t known you needed.

perhaps, redemption was within reach.

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Two

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Two: One Hell of an Appointment

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) go about their days as housemasters (and sneak around with each other).

            A housemaster is a master who lives in a public-school dormitory and provides the students of the house with guidance. Starting with the housemasters and their assistants, the four houses of Weston College have a handful of employees. Housemothers, who manage the running of the houses; cooks, who prepare the meals; and footmen, who serve at the table. However, housemasters are the only teaching staff among them.

            In the morning, housemasters go to the school building along with the students and teach classes on the subjects of which they are in charge. At night, they return to their houses along with the students, and in their free time, they review the work of those who wish to study.

            In short, a housemaster is a demanding profession, in which one must devote the better part of one’s day to one’s students.

            Sebastian sighed as he returned to his own quarters for the evening. Or, not his quarters, (Y/N)’s. Neither was concerned about being caught since they could escape easily, and they needed moments alone together after their hard work.

            “Did Ciel ask you to do more of his drudge chores?” asked (Y/N).

            “Yes,” said Sebastian, tsking as he hung up his robes. “He accepts all manner of errands too readily because he thinks he can have me take care of them. However, I, too, am busy.”

            “I would give you a hand if you asked me,” said (Y/N). Their robes were already hung to the side, and their tie and cross were put away for the night. They were left in a relaxed button-up and slacks.

            “I know you would, darling,” said Sebastian. “But you are busy enough.”

            “Hardly,” said (Y/N), smirking. “My tutoring sessions are less tutoring and more of men realizing something about their sexuality.”

            Sebastian chuckled lightly. It wasn’t surprising that (Y/N)’s appearance had made several people question themselves and come away with the conclusion that they were not as straight as they had believed.

            And, of course, (Y/N) would never mention it to anyone but Sebastian in amusement. They were a demon, but they weren’t a fool. They knew that England would not be kind to any of the young men here that were going to enter society if they knew they were not following what society dictated for them. (Y/N) would give them space to be queer in the ways they hadn’t had.

            “What an impact you have,” said Sebastian, taking their hand and kissing the back. “And you yourself being in a relationship with a man.”

            “I set a good example,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Or bad, if you’d go by human standards of who to court.”

            Sebastian pouted. “I am who people should not court?”

            (Y/N) raised a brow at that, and Sebastian smirked. He knew he was manipulative and used humans for his own gain, so their point stood. As for dating a demon, he was a fine choice—the best. He respected (Y/N) and their individuality while truly loving them.

            Sebastian leaned in and kissed (Y/N). “Think about the scandal, were we caught. Two masculine figures in bed~”

            “Forbidden love, how terrible,” chuckled (Y/N), kissing him back.

            “And two housemasters, no less, how terrible,” said Sebastian, smirking.

            “Perhaps we should engage in some other forbidden activities,” whispered (Y/N) against his lips. “Before we lose this moment to ourselves.” They kissed down his neck while unbuttoning his shirt.

            “Your offer is tempting,” said Sebastian, eyes fluttering shut as (Y/N) removed his shirt.

            “How about sinful?” said (Y/N), pushing his shirt from his shoulders and leaning to kiss him again.

            “I do so enjoy sinning with you,” said Sebastian, pulling them towards their bed.

            “I am still clothed, I shouldn’t get in bed,” teased (Y/N).

            “Then allow me to undress you.”

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            If there was one thing (Y/N) and Sebastian were (more so Sebastian, if he was honest), it was insatiable. They snuck moments together whenever possible. Their relationship was quite deep, and their love ran in their veins, so how could they stay apart? Though they occasionally got into more…scandalous situations and scenarios, (Y/N) and Sebastian could hardly resist one another.

            “Thank you for your help, Mr. Noir,” said the student from the final year of schooling. “I apologize for getting behind.” He blushed slightly. “Your explanations really made sense.”

            “Of course,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Now, get to bed. It’s getting late, and you cannot learn properly without rest.”

            “Y-Yes, sir,” said the student, nodding and heading to the door. He jumped as it opened and smiled. “Oh, hello, Mr. Michaelis. Good night.”

            “Good night,” said Sebastian, smiling pleasantly. Once the student had left the office, Sebastian closed the door. “As I said, you are busy.” He smirked.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “And as I said, they come for other reasons.”

            “And you don’t dissuade them?” said Sebastian, drawing nearer.

            “I do not flirt with them, that would be inappropriate,” tsked (Y/N). “I simply let them have their little pashes. They will have to hide it in the future.”

            “How kind of you,” said Sebastian, moving around the desk. (Y/N) stood and leaned back on the desk while Sebastian sat in the armchair.

            “I feel as if you are teasing me,” said (Y/N).

            “Merely out of love,” said Sebastian. He reached out, looped an arm around their leg, and pulled. (Y/N) was drawn in and fell onto his lap. They straddled him while Sebastian smirked at them. He was extraordinarily pleased with himself for that move. “You have the most adorable reactions.” (Y/N)’s nose twitched, and Sebastian grinned. “Like a cat’s.”

            “Sometimes I think you love me because I’m like a cat,” said (Y/N), though they meant nothing of their words. It was merely banter.

            “It does add to your charm,” teased Sebastian, his hands running up (Y/N)’s legs to their waist. “But I can assure you, my love comes from other aspects of your being, my darling.”

            “I’m not sure if I believe you,” said (Y/N), smirking as they challenged him.

            “I must convince you, then,” said Sebastian. He raised one of their hands, peeled off the glove, and kissed the back. “I adore your form.” He kissed the other hand. “I am tempted by your grace.” He placed their hands on his shoulders and he leaned in and kissed their shoulder over their shirt. “I watch your ferocity in battle with reverence.” Sebastian kissed their other shoulder. “Your intelligence and wit are sharp as knives.” He leaned in and kissed their neck gently, and (Y/N) sighed, letting their head loll to the side to give him more access. “You persevere despite all obstacles, whether in this life or your human one.” He nipped lightly at their neck, and (Y/N)’s breath hitched. “Your heart lives on despite hardships.” He smirked and kissed their neck lightly again. “You see the world in a unique light that allows you to be better than most of demon-kind.” Sebastian kissed their cheek. “You have your own set of principles you refuse to let anyone break.” He kissed their other cheek. “You are loyal to those who have earned it—which I am fortunate to be one.” He kissed their forehead. Then, Sebastian held (Y/N)’s chin and tilted their face to face his. “I love you for all these reasons and more, Felis.” He kissed their lips.

            “What a persuasive speech,” sighed (Y/N) after the kiss, staring at him with gentle, adoring eyes. “I dare say I love you, too.”

            “I certainly hope so,” said Sebastian, smirking. His hands returned to their waist and pulled them closer so their bodies were flush against each other. “But if you need further convincing, there are other places for me to kiss~”

            “What if I return the favor?” purred (Y/N), winking.

            “Tantalizing, but I wish to spoil you tonight,” said Sebastian, smirking as his hands began to untuck their shirt and run up the skin beneath.

            Knock

            Sebastian cursed—how unbecoming of the butler—and (Y/N) jumped off him with equal frustration. In a moment, (Y/N) was properly dressed again and in their office chair while Sebastian stood on the other side. They were the picture of two housemasters having a normal, non-scandalous encounter.

            “Come in,” said (Y/N), voice pleasant, but, internally, they despised whoever had interrupted them.

            “I thought I’d find you here,” said Ciel, stepping into the room. He looked at Sebastian and crossed his arms as he closed the door. “You weren’t in your office, Sebastian.” He knew to look in (Y/N)’s office for him, after. Ciel wasn’t blind at all, though he was glad that he had not walked in at a worse moment. That would have been horrible for his own eyes.

            “I had finished my tutoring for the night,” said Sebastian, smiling “innocently.”

            “Indeed,” said Ciel, unimpressed. (Y/N) just smiled at him with equal “innocence.” “Well, let’s get to proper business,” he said, sitting down in the student chair in the room. “I’ve been invited to a P4 gathering tomorrow at four.”

            “We had heard,” said Sebastian.

            “This is a rare opportunity,” said Ciel. “I must get the P4 and their inner circle to take a shine to me. So first, I must have tea cakes.”

            “Quite right, sir,” said Sebastian, taking (Y/N)’s teapot and boiling the water.

            “Why in blazes do I have to do something so inane like hand out cakes to children?” grumbled Ciel.

            “If I recall, you still do enjoy your sweets, Young Master,” said (Y/N) with a closed-eye smile.

            Ciel didn’t respond to that.

            “Is it not adorably novel, though? You can win them over with real sweets instead of the monetary kind,” remarked Sebastian. “However, I am due to coach cricket tomorrow at four. Which would you have me prioritize? If you order it, I can lay in wait nearby.” He steeped the tea.

            “Or I can,” added (Y/N).

            “I highly doubt we’ll be coming to blows. I’ll be fine on my own. But, in exchange…” Ciel smirked. “I command you, Sebastian—make me something that will knock the socks off the P4.”

            Sebastian bowed. “Yes, my lord.”

            “Yes, Young Master,” said (Y/N), bowing their head.

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            “Damn!” Ciel, at barely five minutes past four, threw his basket of pastries down in Sebastian’s office. “I’ve been had!” In frustration, he threw himself down on the armchair. He had been told to come at four, everyone had heard it, yet the P4 and their Drudges claimed they had expected him at two. “This is why I loathe verbal agreements!”

            “Dear, oh dear, Young Master,” said Sebastian, slightly amused. “You let your guard down because you were dealing with a student.”

            “Humans envy those who excel,” said (Y/N). “You should learn to recognize when someone attempts to sabotage your quick progress.” They waved a hand. “I doubt you’ll fall for it again, then.”

            Ciel opened the basket and pulled out the sweets—he refused to waste them. “No, I shall not,” he said, eyes narrowed.

            “Have you explained yourself and apologized to Lord Edward?” said Sebastian.

            “Doing so would be lost on someone of his ilk,” said Ciel. “And I did in fact break the appointment.”

            “Then will you leave thing as they are and simply cry yourself to sleep tonight?” said Sebastian, smirking.

            “I think not!” declared Ciel. “Whatever it takes, I will find a way to make the prefects bring me into their circle. And I’ll settle my accounts without fail.” He took a bit of a strawberry with an evil grin. “I’ll make you regret squandering my efforts, Maurice Cole.”

            “So, what do you plan, my lord?” asked (Y/N), cocking their head. “Are we exposing Cole?”

            Ciel nodded sharply. “Maurice Cole must be a pathological liar. His hands tell of it.”

            “Oh?” remarked Sebastian, though he and (Y/N) already knew where Ciel was going with his observations.

            “The hands of the drudges at this school tend to be blistered and chapped from running errands for upperclassmen,” said Ciel. “However, his hands are as white and pure as the driven snow. Which means—”

            “He, too, is resorting to dirty tricks like you, Young Master?” clarified Sebastian. (Y/N) chuckled.

            “Exactly,” said Ciel. An irk mark appeared on his head. “That part at the end was wholly uncalled for, though.” He cleared his throat. “Besides, the way he categorically lied to me with ease and without so much as faltering tells me I’m right.”

            “So you recognized him because he’s similar to you,” said (Y/N), smiling pleasantly.

            Ciel grumbled at the comparison, but they weren’t wrong. “I can prove the falsehood in his statement with no trouble, but that won’t be enough to put an end to it. Sebastian, (Y/N), find others who have been entrapped by Cole like I was. And I also want you to thoroughly investigate Cole’s behavioral patterns and habits.”

            Ah, so revenge on his reputation. (Y/N) smirked, cat-like sharpness and cunning in their eyes. They approved. “Yes, my Lord.”

            “As you wish, sir,” said Sebastian.

             (Y/N) and Sebastian smirked at each other. The fun began.

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[thoseboysinblue]

Mistletoe Magic

Gif by @lovelynikol16

Christian Pulisic x reader

You find yourself caught under the mistletoe with Christian.

Wordcount: 1500+

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing

You wander up to the door of the house marked by the address Christian sent you earlier. Adjusting your hair slightly and taking a deep breath, you knock on the door and wait for someone to answer.

"Hey you, I'm glad you could make it," Christian engulfs you in a hug, placing a light kiss to your cheek. He accepts the beer and small bag of snacks you brought as a thank you for the invitation.

"Thank you for inviting me," you smile at him as you remove your coat and hang it in the small closet in the entryway of his house.

"I would've invited you to stay if I had known you were going to be in Milan," he narrows his eyes at you.

"It was kind of a last minute change of plans, and I didn't want to impose," you offer him a smile.

"You're never imposing, you know you're always welcome to stay anytime, y/n," he says as he leads you into the kitchen, you noticing the traditional Christmas decor scattered around.

Your job as a travel blogger means that you hop around quite a bit. You'd stayed with Christian several times in London since it was a good starting out point for many of your adventures, but you haven't visited him in Italy until now.

"So what brings you to Italy for the holidays?" he asks, pouring you a glass of wine while he opens a beer.

"I'm writing something on Christmas markets," you shrug at him, "I wasn't supposed to come here actually, but needed to make some alterations due to a few things, so here I am."

"Well, you know I'm always glad to see you," he smiles, a genuine smile.

Your friendship with Christian started several years ago, right after his move to Chelsea. You both happened to be at the same event one evening in London and found a small bit of comfort in having someone from "home" close by.

You often spent time with him when he was home during the summers, blocking off a week or so from your travels to be able to visit him. You had become friends with several of his friends and things were just easy between you.

You both took a bit of heat for the natural flirtation that seemed to flow back and forth, but never had it gone beyond that. You were friends with him, not someone he grew up with, but someone who had earned his trust over a period of time and vice versa.

"I think you invited me here early because you wanted someone to do the dirty work for you," you chuckle as you arrange various platters of food for the twenty or so guests he had invited over for a small holiday gathering.

"We might have time for some actual dirty work," he quips at you as he glances at the time on his watch.

"Aww, the Italian model scene not to your taste?" you grin as you chunk an grape at him which he somehow manages to catch in his mouth.

"Honestly, I haven't had much time for all that," he shrugs, "been trying to get settled in here and really trying to stay focused right now."

"Well, you seem to be settling in just fine," you smile softly at him as you finish the last tray.

He turns on some Christmas music and grabs your hand and twirls you around a couple of times, both of you laughing as you dance and sing along.

As the other guests start to arrive, Christian introduces you to some of his new teammates as well as their significant others. You also greet his former Chelsea teammates you had met previously as well as his international teammates, a couple of them having made the trip from Turin for the party.

"It's good to see you," Weston grins as he gives you a warm hug.

"Yeah, you too, Wes," you roll your eyes at the mischevious look on his face.

"He made a move yet?" he nods towards Christian who keeps glancing over to you, curious as to what his friend could possibly be saying that has you looking slightly flustered.

"What? No! He would never, you know we aren't like that, at all," you shake your head.

"You sure? I mean, I've never seen two people flirt as relentlessly as you guys do and never take it any further," he narrows his eyes at you.

"Well, that's just how we are, harmless flirtation, that's it," you offer him a beer.

"You spending the holidays here with him though?" he continues pressing you.

"I'm in Milan, writing for my blog, he didn't even know I was here until he saw my story yesterday. I have my own hotel, so no, I'm not 'spending the holidays with him'," you use air quotes to mimic his previous statement.

"That's a shame, I'm sure he'd love unwrapping you as a gift on Christmas morning," he chuckles as you swat at him.

You continue chatting with people as the night carries on, engaging in a few drinking games and you and Christian carrying on your usual flirtatious banter.

You head to the bathroom and when you return, everyone has moved from the kitchen and dining area over to the living room to continue playing party games.

Christian is leaning in the doorway between his living room and kitchen, looking at his phone when you approach him and wrap your arms around his waist and tuck yourself under his arm as he naturally moves to drape it over your shoulder.

"This has been a good party, Chris," you smile up at him, "I've had fun getting to know everyone and catching up with some of the others."

"It has been fun, hasn't it?" he smiles back at you, "I hope Wes hasn't given you too much grief."

"Oh, I can handle him, you don't have to worry about that," you shake your head.

"Oh, I know, if anyone can take him down a notch or two, it's you," he chuckles.

"Hey, you two," you hear Wes shout over everyone, "look up," he grins.

The two of you look up simultaneously, before your eyes widen and meet with Christian's.

"Fuck, I forgot I put that there," he stares at you, suddenly unsure of what he should do.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's bad luck if you are caught under the mistletoe and don't kiss, so..." you trail off.

"Yeah, I think so too, and I mean, we don't want bad luck following us around do we?" his eyes flick from your eyes down to your lips and back to your eyes.

"But we don't have to, if you don't want to, y/n, I don't want to force you into anything," he looks at you sincerely.

"It's just a kiss under the mistletoe, Christian," you smile softly at him as you move your hands around the back of his neck and inch closer to him.

"It's probably full of nargles, anyways," you grin as he closes the distance and you hear him chuckle under his breath.

"You sure?" he asks one more time, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

You nod and close your eyes, pressing your fingers into the back of his neck and encouraging him to close the gap.

His lips brush against yours softly and timidly, before he slides his hand up to cup your jaw and pull you into him a bit further. You kiss him back, slightly surprised at the immediate butterflies that erupt in your stomach.

The kiss lasts a few more moments before you both pull away and smile shyly at one another.

"About damn time," Wes whistles at you.

It suddenly hits you what just happened, Christian kissed you, albeit somewhat forced by holiday superstition, but he still kissed you, and you kissed him. And you didn't expect to like it as much as you did.

You quickly rush down the hallway and into the first room you find, shutting the door behind you, needing a few minutes to get a grip on everything.

You lean with your back against the door as you take a few deep breaths, closing your eyes and calming yourself before you get too overwhelmed.

You hear a soft knock at the door, "y/n, are you in there," you hear Christian ask quietly.

You turn and open the door, letting him in before quickly closing it behind him.

"Are you ok?" he looks at you, his eyes full of concern, as he moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yes, no, I don't know," you sigh, leaning into his touch as he cups his hand along your jaw.

"It wasn't supposed to feel like that when you kissed me," you breathe out, "I wasn't supposed to feel anything, it was supposed to be a kiss between friends under the mistletoe, no big deal."

"It wasn't supposed to feel like what?" he asks quietly. "Wasn't supposed to feel like butterflies and fireworks and like your insides were suddenly on fire?"

You look up at him, curious to know if he was telling you he'd had the same unexpected reaction.

"Because, that's what I felt a few minutes ago, and I'm kind of hoping you felt it too," he says leaning his forehead against yours.

"Yes, I felt it too," you close your eyes.

"Want to see if that was just a one time thing?" he whispers against your lips, smiling when you pull him closer to you and connect your lips back to his.

This kiss is different from the first, it's not shy nor timid, it is full of certainty and desire. He kisses you like you are the oxygen he needs to breathe. He runs his tongue along the seam of your lips, silently asking for entrance, and moans softly into your mouth when you allow his tongue to press against yours.

You can't deny he's a good kisser as you sink further into one another, tangling your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck, and damn it, he knows what he's doing with his tongue. You have to stop your thoughts from running away with themselves as the two of you allow your hands to roam over one another's bodies, gripping each other as closely as you can.

You pull away from one another breathless and dizzy, a grin spreading on both of your faces.

"Definitely not a one time thing," he chuckles pecking you on the lips again.

"No, I don't think so either," you shake your head.

"So what now?" you ask him, realizing this has just changed everything between you.

"Now, I think we have to go back to the party," he sighs, "but I want you to stay later so we can talk."

"Ok," you nod.

"Would you consider staying the night?" he grins cheekily at you.

"I might, but don't get too far ahead of yourself," you grin back at him.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I mean I would like for you to stay, and talk, and keep kissing me like that, but we don't have to do anything else until we figure things out," he says quietly, placing another delicate kiss to your lips.

"I think I can handle that," you lean your head against his chest, listening to the way his heart is pounding.

"Ok, so let's figure out a polite way to kick everyone out," he chuckles kissing you one more time before opening the door and ushering you back towards the other guests.

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How to Employ an Entomologist

Maurice Cole x Male Reader

Maurice watched you out of the corner of his eye. Of course, humouring Redmond was his number one priority. However, you were a missing piece in one of his schemes. He can’t just ignore you, can he?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

If the Prefects were the crown of Weston, then Maurice would be one of the jewels. He was known throughout every house for his “diligence” and “efficiency” and glamour.

Of course, if you were exceptionally smart, you would question how he can do everything in the day and still have time for leisure in the Swan Gazebo. But most students weren’t willing to go so far as to question a Prefect’s drudge.

And when they did question Maurice, it was the last mistake they would ever make.

Heh. That sounds a tad dark. Maurice thought to himself as he walked beside Redmond. At the very least I’d make a fool out of him.

That was what he told himself whenever he met a challenge. And it was what he had upheld on multiple occasions. 

Including when one of his devotees tugged on his curls and discovered his hair was not naturally wavy.

Now, Maurice had a fabrication to maintain. He had a time-consuming routine to keep up his beautiful face, and thus far the boys at Weston were oblivious to his subtle makeup practices. But they would be vicious if they found out Maurice - a Prefect’s drudge and a noble's son - spent so much time on his appearance. He would quickly become a shunned laughing stock.

So, those few days after the incident, Maurice was scrambling to form a plan to obliterate that underclassman’s credibility. 

It just so happened that at breakfast, Maurice heard some Red Fox members talking shit about a certain “bug boy”, and now he found himself listening in.

“I saw him today picking a caterpillar off a leaf and stuffing it in his pocket!” one of the boys divulged.

“Ugh, that’s disturbing.” another one groaned. “Do you think he ate it?”

“What’s this boy’s name again?” Maurice interrupted.

The group shifted in his presence. Whether they knew Maurice was a manipulative influence or not, they knew talking bad about other students in front of a Prefect’s drudge was not a good idea.

“It’s… Y/N L/N.” one of them said confidently. The others shot him a look.

Maurice gave them a bright smile.

“He sounds like a worthwhile fellow! Perhaps he is studying biology or anatomy, and that is why he is interested in insects.”

The other students glanced at each other with the same ‘alright, let’s let Maurice handle it’ expression.

Maurice gathered his school books after breakfast, slowly hatching a plan to put the nosy underclassman in his place.

L/N, you could be of use to me.

+

You were completely confused when some Red Fox students cornered you at the gates outside Purple House.

“Can I help you?” you asked quietly.

Some other Purple House students came to your aid, glaring at the Red Fox students. 

One of them adjusted his red tie and cleared his throat, displaying an equally threatening demeanour.

“Maurice Cole has invited you to Red House at 11:30. He has private information to relay. We can say no more on the matter, this is all we were told.”

You laughed.

“You can tell him to pi-” you stopped yourself. “Ahem. Then again, you can tell him to expect me around 11:00.”

The Purple House students raised their eyebrows at you.

The Red Fox students nodded and left.

“Why’d you accept that, L/N? Don’t you think it’s odd that Cole would want you alone?” one of your friends asked, stepping forward and walking beside you.

“Precisely!” you exclaimed. “If Cole wants me alone, it must be something very important. Perhaps Red House is deciding to have me transferred!”

Your friend groaned.

“Have more pride in us wolves, eh?”

“It’s nothing to do with that, I’m just brainstorming what the answer might be. I have no clue what to be ready for.”

Perhaps I can use Cole to help me gain favour at this place. And, if the rumours about him are true then… I can use him for other things too.

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“I’m here to see Maurice Cole? I was requested by him.” 

The students rolled their eyes at you and stepped aside.

“Heaven knows why.” one whispered to the other, judging you by the purple of your tie.

Red House was disgustingly grandiose, you realised. Everything looked expensive and bright. The ceilings were high and the staircase wide. Each sleeping quarter was spacious and set for one person; no shared bedrooms.

You were used to the narrow, dark, mysterious labyrinth of doors and lounges that was Purple House. It was architecturally magnificent, but simple in it’s right.

It was almost too much here! Like there was no consideration taken into its construction except that it looked wealthy.

You found Maurice sitting in a small parlour. He was gazing out the window, and had inevitably seen you approach. 

“Hello there!” he greeted you cheerfully.

“Good morning.” you replied.

“Shut the door.” he said, a hint of commanding in his voice.

You weren’t about to disrespect that, drawing the door shut behind you.

“You look nice today, L/N! Have you done something different with your hair? Please, sit.” he sat down on a coffee table, crossing his legs.

You gave him a smile.

“I’m sure I still look plain in comparison to you.”

A flicker of pride showed in his eyes. 

That’s it, stroke his ego.

“I hear you are quite the bug collector.”

You looked away modestly.

“I wish to become an entomologist. I enjoy watching them as specimens.”

“So what, you have containers for them in your dorm?” Maurice laughed.

You sighed.

“I’m glad I’m such a comedic person.” 

Maurice looked at you with a certain intrigue.

“You have an attitude. That’s fun! Do you have moths?”

“I do have moths. I caught them in one of my classmate’s wardrobes at the beginning of this year. They reproduced and will hatch soon; they are pupating.”

Maurice had never heard the word “pupating” before, but he now felt a strong aversion to it.

“Oh- that’s… perfect!” he grinned. “Can you give me some?”

You cocked your head.

“...You want me to give you cloth-eating moth cocoons?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“I want your moths to eat someone’s clothes for me.”

“Again, why?”

“Because… they know a secret of mine. I can’t let it become known, so I must reduce his credibility to none. And what better way than to put holes in all of his uniforms and make him come off as an irresponsible joke?”

You fell silent for a moment.

“You aren’t all giggles and pleasantries are you?”

Maurice placed a hand on his heart.

“I am all giggles and pleasantries when appropriate.” he gave you a coy smile.

“Hmmm… Alright, I will do it. But, we will make it transactional. There’s a risk they will connect the dots between the moths and me.” 

Maurice nodded.

“Of course, of course. Name a price!”

You thought for a moment.

“I would like my name to be mentioned to the Prefects in your next Swan Gazebo meet. Tell them of my studious nature, excellence in science courses - namely biology and zoology - , and knack for writing essays on the topic. And then, suggest that Prefect Violet introduce me to a scholarship in his spare time.”

Maurice nodded.

“That can be don-”

“And I want a kiss on the lips.” you interrupted him.

Maurice’s eyes widened momentarily.

“Is that an issue? I was told you’re a school tart.” you leaned back against the armchair you sat in, a confident yet curious look on your face.

He scoffed.

“Is that all they say? I’m surprised.” he hummed. “An academic recommendation and a kiss…” he smirked at you, slipping off the table and walking over to you. “You’re an easy fellow to please.”

You wrapped your fingers around his tie and lightly pulled him down. He sat sideways across your lap, his weight making your mind fuzzy for a moment.

“Not many boys here are willing to indulge each other.” you deplored.

“What, are you a lonely chap?”

“No, but I’ll take what I can get.”

He placed his hand under your chin, leaned in, and kissed you.

I wonder if he recognises I’m wearing lip gloss… Maurice realised. If he does he’ll have another secret to use against me. He gave you three good seconds before breaking away.

“Idea: you keep an open mind to my plans and maybe there will be more kisses in store.” Maurice said in a low voice.

“Bookworms, spiders, maybe a grasshopper or two. If you need insects for your schemes, you let me know.” you pressed your thumb to his cheek.

“I like the way you think, L/N. And, the other students… they don’t need to know about this. It would only distract them from their studies!”

You chuckled.

“Yes, we’d be harming young minds with our wickedness.”

Maurice then sent you on your way. You rubbed your thumb and index finger together, feeling the strange texture of blush and foundation you had accidentally acquired from Maurice’s cheek.

To think, the boy so admired by them all is a petty liar. 

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The Maurice fic nobody asked for ><

ummmmm  

All I have to say for myself is blonde man pretty, and so kiss blonde man. Goooood.😈

May or may not continue it idk bro

“I can fix him” mentality for this bitch