#almost none of the extra things are practical but they are scary and there are stories of Blackbeard tying fuses into his beard and the who

[cleocatrablossy]

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[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Spending Halloween w/ The Black Butler Characters

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Fandom: Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji

Genre: Halloween Headcanons

warnings: none!

Rated: PG I reference sex like one time.

Admin Wisteria: I have a tooth infection and in pain so I decided to write something because Halloween is coming up. So I hope you black butler peeps enjoy this post!

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Sebastian Michaelis:

-Well, I mean he is a DEMON of course he enjoys Halloween in a sense. 

-Doesn't care about the human food or trick or treating aspect but i can picture him playing some silly pranks on his s/o and everyone else in the manor. (Except Ciel, of course.)

-Honestly I can picture Halloween enhancing Sebastian’s Demon powers making him much more strong. 

-He will become faster, stronger and more handsome. 

-They don’t call it “The devil’s Holiday” For nothing. 

-So for the first half of the day once he notice his enhance demon powers he will get so many things done around the the manor. He will clean 10x better, cook tastier food and will be just in a better in a mood. 

-I recommend not talking to him during the day because he is in full demon, perfect butler mode and wants to get everything done because he has more power to do it. and everything needs to be done during the day while Ciel is Awake.

-Then after Ciel goes to bed and everything is done during the day then he will have a lot more time to relax and with his s/o. 

-Will make you cute halloween sweets, and makes you some extra yummy tea. 

-I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he is more horny on Halloween. Maybe in a Demon Breeding AU Halloween can be the their Spawning day. 

-So At night you guys are gonna get freaky, like A LOT.

-Getting freaky with a sexy demon on Halloween. You guys are on tumblr so i know you guys would like that.

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Grell Sutcliff:

-She loves Halloween. 

-Though, might be busy on Halloween depending on how stupid people are during this time of year.

-I can also picture Grell enjoy eating the fun Halloween candy and such. 

-Also would love to go around with her s/o and pull pranks on the other reapers. 

-Especially William.

-She and you would plan the funniest prank on William each year and he Loathes it. 

-Then later I can picture Ronald knox wanting to join in on the fun of pranking william. 

-So he will plan funny prank to pull on William during halloween as well. 

-So now every year on halloween Grell, Her s/o and Ronald Knox will just have a prank pulling contest on William to see who can pull the best pranks on them. 

- Will all you get in big trouble and will suffer from over time because of it? Yes. Was it worth it?  Hell yeah it was. 

- Would love to wear sexy costumes to fluster  you. 

-Would make a huge big deal and will make you watch her put it on. 

-”What do you think about this? Mmm you look a bit flustered darling~” 

-”I can turn around for you if you like, Oh I think you would LOVE that~.”

-Huge cuddler, would love to cuddle with you and eat halloween sweets with you. 

-And will bombard you with kisses as well.

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Undertaker:

-You are dating Undertaker. 

-Alright, next character. 

-Just kidding just kidding but there is still a LOT of truth to it. 

- Besides living in an actual FUNERAL HOME with dead bodies everywhere and coffins Undertaker will still go FULL OUT on the Halloween traditions.

-Will pull so many practical jokes on you it is almost annoying. 

-So you have no choice but do the same to him and have a prank war.

-Will decorate the Funeral extra spooky with (Probably real) Skeletons and (Probably real) Spider webs and spiders.

-But also kind likes the stupid, silly, childish but cute halloween decorations too. 

-”Maybe I should decorate the Funeral home with these silly dancing skeletons you think it will make the place more appealing and less scary?”

You: No.

-Will make you those cute bone treats he eats but spooky versions. Might add some orange and black icing and sprinkles. 

-Might even paint his nails orange and black just for funsies if he is in a good mood. 

-Probably will spend a lot of the day making stupid Halloween pun jokes to just to tease and annoy you. 

-How did the skeleton know it was going to rain? He could feel it in his bones.

You: Okay that was cute…

Undertaker:Why did the skeleton climb a tree? A dog was after his bones.!

You: okay okay I get it.

Undertaker: How does a ghost sneeze? Ah, ah, ah BOO! 

You: This is going to be a looonnnggg day...

-But yeah, Everyday is Halloween if you are dating Undertaker he just becomes ten times more Undertaker-like on this day haha.

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Gregory Violet:

-Of course my boy loves Halloween. 

-He is very into the the whole halloween vibes and would love do everything with you. 

-Loves going to pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect pumpkin to carve. 

-He can be very particular about it so you might be there for awhile. 

-He is pretty good at Carving pumpkins.  He enjoys carving them with you even though he most likely hates the texture of the pumpkin guts. 

-But he is very passionate and has so much precision just like when he draws. 

-Also would take joy into decorating halloween cookies with you. 

-He is pretty good with doing that as well. 

-If you beg very sweetly and if he is in the right mood he might let you paint is nails orange and black  but just for the week of halloween. 

-Loves the cute halloween shaped candies that look like eyeballs and ghosts along with the packaging with cute ghosts on them.

-You know he is doing inktober. 

-And he will show you all the drawings that he is done during the month. 

-Cute halloween date idea would be you both going to a old, cool cemetery with a picnic basket and just sit and chill there. You could read or do whatever while he sits and draws the really cool tombstones in the cemetery.

-At night I think he would enjoy laying  his head on your lap while you read some ghosts stories in those cool goth looking books. 

-You can play with his hair while you read him “30 terrifying ghost stories that will give you the chills” he relaxes him and he will just sigh happily. 

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Snake:

 -He is more fond of the fun side of halloween rather than the scary spooky side. 

-Enjoys decorating, making halloween sweets, pumpkin carving, etc.

-He maybe old but take him to go trick or treating. My boy has been in a cage all of his childhood let him enjoy trick or treating!

-He will be shy at first, because well, you know, people can be cruel But I think he wouid end up loving it. 

-Especially if he dresses up at as a reptile and they compliment on his scales on his face. 

-Does he knows that they complimented  on them because they look like really good makeup? Yes. But does he care? No because he will be so happy and flattered and that is all that matters. 

-If you know how to knit, sew or crotchet, the snakes might like it if you make them one of those cute halloween snake sweaters for the colder season. 

-Snake would also love it so much if you make them all matching including his. 

-Along with those cute hats that I seen on the internet. 

-Take a picture because snakes in costumes are so cute i can’t-

-Not good at pumpkin carving (So he says)  but he still enjoys  doing it with you. 

-Doesn’t mind going to a pumpkin patch either, as long he and his snakes are dressed warm. 

-Would love a picture of yopu and him next to really big pumpkin. 

-Loves the halloween candy the most. 

-He would eat so much of it he will get sick but it would be his first and last time doing that.

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[spotaus]

New Age AU (Obtaining Killer)

Hey guys! Through with a bot of stuff for the day and I have a sneaking suspicion that this stress headache will not leave me until I finish some projects for work, so I *may* be m.i.a. for a hot second until they stop.

In the meantime, I want to drop this! (Unedited, unrefined, raw off the slab style)

Andddd @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens ! Hello! (Mutzelputz if u see this, the tags weren't working for some reason, I apologize.)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Ccino had convinced him to leave the castle. After nearly a year had passed since his last true public appearance. Since he'd stolen the apple from his brother. Nine months had passed since he'd sent Dream away. He tried not to think about it.

Nightmare had been finding out a lot about his magic. How it made him jittery, and how he felt like he understood so much more. How it made him deeply paranoid, quick to react.

How it made people listen to him.

He figured it was because he was scary now. The negative magic condensed over every inch of his bone wasn't exactly appealing, and the extra limbs which had sprouted from his spine now acted like his own personal weapons. If someone didn't listen, didn't give him an answer he liked, the limbs moved without him even thinking.

It had taken time to learn to better control them. Even now, they writhed in his wake. His nerves expressed through their lashing and twitching as they hovered just above the ground.

The streets weren't exactly crowded.

Upon word of the King's arrival to this small providence, Nightmare had found that many people fled from his path. His travel party of several soldiers, and himself on horseback. He'd always wanted to ride horses. The traitor twin was someone that every citizen wished to avoid.

Ccino had coaxed him outside with promises of fresh air. Apparently there were promising young members of the city guard that Ccino swore would be wonderful future knights. Young warriors for him to bring up loyally under his name, no fear of betrayal.

It had made sense, at the time, but Nightmare hadn't chosen to recruit any of them.

It wasn't to say he didn't want to. Several of the humans and monsters were very talented, and he did his best to give them praise, but he could tell. None of them wanted to work under him. They didn't like him. Rejection and hatred that had pierced him immediately, he could practically taste it.

Ultimately, they would do better here in their hometown. A place they were passionate about protecting, and with people they cared for. Night would not try to mold promising soldiers into his perfect guard. No matter how smart of an idea it may have been.

And so he'd moved on.

Night had visited several smaller shops, onces which couldn't afford to refuse him, and he bought some fabrics, a trinket, some small thing from each place he stopped by. He payed exactly the price he needed for each thing. He wouldn't bribe his people, either. The best he could do would be to remain neutral.

He did discover, against all odds, that he was enjoying this day out. Ccino was, in fact, usually correct about this sort of thing.

The travel had been enriching. Almost exciting. He'd never gotten out of the castle much at all, this was all new and excitingly mundane.

Good things do not last forever.

It was almost sunset when he noticed it. Torches being set up, a platform prepared. A crowd gathering.

An execution, came the mutter from one of his soldiers. Though he recognized the set-up, Night had never been in attendance to an execution. He was morbidly curious. The crowd held such a contempt. A broiling hunger for blood.

He wished he'd wheeled his horse away when a few people were ushered out of a nearby building.

The prison, maybe?

There weren't many of them. Nightmare dismounted his steed, and much to the dismay of the soldiers at his side, he found himself sinking. Into the growing shadows cast by the dying sun.

He re-emerged beside the stage, where the few people were lined up. Ready for death by hanging.

That trick wasn't one that Nightmare quite understood yet, but he was always drawn to feelings of intense negativity. He knew that, now. Something about these prisoners were bothering him, even at a distance, and he found himself more curious as he stood before them.

His guards, at the back of the crowd, hadn't seemed to figure out where he had gone. He had the time, now, to loom over the small group of prisoners.

The city guards, the trained ones, had likely seen him earlier at their headquarters. They did not speak even a word against him as he stared.

Nightmare stared at these faces.

A dog monster, scrappy and scarred, black fur clashing against a few patches of white. One of her ears was missing.

A pair of humans, both men, one with long, curly red hair and another with short-cropped red hair and the beginnings of a beard. Maybe they were brothers?

A skeleton. His sockets dripped with black magic, and his soul was a piercing crimson, just infront of his chest.

A flame monster, small and stout. Their flames a flickering green and purple. One of their eyes had a patch over it.

Nightmare was not great at determining emotions yet. He was hardly versed in his own feelings, but there had been improvement recently. Understanding new emotions had been coming more naturally to him.

Sometimes it hurt, but he was learning.

Now, past the blossoms of a headache, he felt a bit baffled as he subconsciously picked through the negativity these monsters exuded. Their fear. Their pain. Their loss, and their anger.

Oh.

"Only one of you is guilty."

He'd said it without thinking, practically announcing it with a voice that still felt unnaturally deep. A voice which rattled his ribcage and seemed to force past the barrier of darkness around him.

The group before him seemed startled. Confused.

Well, all but the skeleton, who seemed to only raise his skull slightly. As though just noticing Nightmare was there.

"How could you have possibly been jailed in the first place?" He muttered a bit quieter to himself.

He knew, deep down, that there were many, many rules in place for situations like this. Laws which he could challenge. People he could speak to. He could appoint members of his court to each of these people and try to earn their innocence through the rites of the law.

Then again, he remembered the rage of the crowd. The frustration of the people waiting to see these killings take place.

He didn't know what to do.

Now the prisoners, especially the two humans, were staring at him hopefully. He'd managed to shatter the negativity a bit. He believed them. He knew this was wrong.

"I don't know..."

The mutter came again unprompted.

These people would not have the means to repay him for his help. He couldn't just waive fees, or risk his court turning against him. He couldn't afford enemies being made so close to his inner circle.

He couldn't just leave them, though. Not after he'd seen the injustice of it all.

Stuck in his own thoughts, he was drawn out of it by a snickering laugh.

"Just set them free." A voice followed, "You are our King, aren't you?"

Nightmare then found his eyes drawn to the skeleton.

The others had eased themselves away from him. He stood, now, almost alone. He seemed unbothered by speaking up, his sockets held in an almost lazy posture. Tension going completely un-held.

He grinned up as the King, and seemed to watch contentedly as the thought settled in Nightmare's skull.

He could do that. Simply waive their charges. Pardon them. He could do that, surely. Many royals had done it before him for less certain terms. His mother had plenty of times.

"And you are guilty. You'll still be hanged. You know this, don't you?" Nightmare asked.

That was when the Skeleton's lazy sockets seemed to tighten with a sort of glee. Some hidden joke Nightmare wasn't privy to.

"Hmm." This was a poor choice. This was a bad decision. "Tell me, quickly, how you came to be here. Before I proceed?"

Nightmare didn't know why he was asking. He was... curious. Just like he had always been.

Very few people would ever speak straight to his face. Ccino, that was the only one who'd done it since his change. Since the prophecy. This skeleton had done it. He'd spoken when no one else could muster even a plea.

The silence he seemed to bring to every room. Broken, just briefly.

The skeleton stared at him a moment.

"Name's Killer, your majesty." The tone was mocking. "A while back a buddy of mine got into hot water, and I decided to help them out. Now, plenty of bodies later, I'm the one stuck on death row."

Simple. An admission of guilt.

Nightmare stared at him some more.

Finally, it seemed his frantic guards had noticed him. Found him. They rushed to his side, though not as fast as he would've liked. He could feel the frustration seeping from each armored body around him.

"You don't have an aversion to it," Nightmare voiced, "Killing, I mean."

Killer nodded. Unashamed.

It felt strangely calm, still. Perhaps it was because the crowd was still chattering. They likely hadn't noticed Nightmare at all.

The king turned to the city guard, still stood on the steps. "Free these four people. My judgement decrees them as not-guilty."

And, before any time could pass in the slightest. "Killer, I would like you to accompany me, before you abscond."

He'd noticed it. Killer had undone his cuffs before their conversation. Completely freeing himself from his weak imprisonment.

Killer seemed amused at the concept of sticking around to chat.

"If you would, I would like to recruit your services at my castle. I need a man who is willing to kill. And kill swiftly." Ccino said to establish an image. It was obvious now that his reputation would remain in the gutter, no matter what choices he made. He was not Dream.

Killer's sockets narrowed.

"And what would I get for being your little hunting dog?" Again, it was bold. It was new.

Nightmare was sure his expression hadn't changed since he'd come before the group. That same angry glare that sat permanently along his skull. The magic had an image to project.

His tendrils flicked, slightly.

"Payment, room, Fresh meals, and any other amenities you may like, so long as it does not break our treasury." He replied, "All I ask is that you simply obey me. And Me alone."

Not true. He'd probably ask for him to listen to Ccino as well. Once he knew for certain he'd stay.

Killer seemed to be thinking. He eyed they king, up and down. He looked to each of the guard around the king. The ones who were back in position now, though Nightmare could feel their annoyance. Their confusion.

Then Killer turned.

Then he turned back.

"Mm. Can't be worse than the ol' noose." Killer replied. "Funny way to run a country, my king. Hiring the first murderer you spot?"

Nightmare didn't humor that with a response. He was honestly shocked the skeleton had even agreed.

Though, all of that negativity had been swapped out for a glee. Something deep in Killer had changed during their brief interaction. A hope. Night could barely grasp the edges of its existence with his subconscious. But it was there.

.

He ignored the crowds as they grew confused. He ignored the worry pouring from the criminals as he had them released and informed them of their pardon.

He did not ignore when his guards told someone to keep their distance. He glanced up. Killer was standing beyond the guards, looking bored.

Nightmare, trusting fool he was, didn't even ask a guard to watch him to ensure he stayed put.

"Stand down." He ordered the guard, who begrudgingly allowed the skeleton to smugly slip past.

His tendrils kept the monster at a distance Night preferred all on their own. He seemed to take the hint.

"They're all gonna be dead by morning, you know." Killer voiced easily.

Nightmare turned to him, confused. What did he mean by that? He'd pardoned them?

"Are you deaf? The crowd wanted us dead, especially me." He chuckled, "Leaving them here is definitely going to get them killed. If the crowd doesn't rip them apart the second you leave, then it'll happen at night. There will be no witnesses."

Oh... Night hadn't fathomed that these people could turn on the innocent once declared. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Did they have a home to return to? A family they put at risk?

The noose was a fast death, but being murdered? That would've been so much worse.

He could tell, by the way they evaded looking at Killer, that he was right. Nightmare would be sentencing them to a new sort of death if he did it like this.

But he didn't have time for a trial. Or several. The sun was going down, abd Ccino expected him back. The castle needed him present, or they might revolt.

Someone might hurt Ccino.

Oh, he was such a poor ruler. He did not know his people well enough. How he lamented the lessons Dream had taken about crowds and current issues abd how to be likeable.

Night didn't know how to handle this. He was still learning!

A trembled in his hand. He tucked the limb quickly away from where it had been lightly clutching his tunics thick fabric, now hiding it beneath his cloak.

"Killer is right. It won't be safe here, for any of you." He spoke. Thank the gods it didn't sound as shaken as he felt. "I extend an offer to you all. You may stay here, or you may come take up positions among my staff back at the castle. Unlike Killer, I do not expect any crime from you, but you will be paid and housed."

The offer was met with a roar of frustration from the crowd, Nightmare chose to allow his guards to handle it. He watched, carefully, as the four looked between eachother.

The brothers agreed first. (They introduced themselves as brothers as they knelt in thanks.) Then the Dog. She said she had no family left to watch over, starting a new life would be for the best.

The flame refused, saying they would leave town by morning, and try to stay safe.

And so, Nightmare left the town with four new party members. Each had been provided a horse, each tied to one of the guards. Aside from Killer, whose steed was held personally by Nightmare.

He figured Ccino would chew him out for this, for bringing criminals into the castle when he was sent to collect soldiers, but Nightmare had a good feeling about these ones.

They did not hate him. Or fear him. He was helping them. And it felt good.

[rainyweeds]

Home is where the heart is {Part 1}

Part 0 | Part 1

Pairing: Ao'nung x Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: After finally waking up from cryosleep on Pandora, you quickly realize you're not in the right place. While trying to navigate your location, a certain species of tall aliens take you captive.

Warnings: None for this chapter

A/N: I didn't actually think so many of you guys would want to read this. Anyways I'll have a mini tag list at the end since a few of you guys asked <3 and I'll add you guys to the next part too if you want!

How the hell did you end up here? You were supposed to be in the forest with Grace. This clearly wasn't a forest. The clear body of water surrounded the entire land mass, sandy beaches joining the two together.

There was no way in hell you were in the right place. What even happened while you were asleep? Did Grace know you were alive? Where was the RDA? You began trekking through the wooded area, hoping to find an answer.

The entire island was surrounded by water with no chance of you making it past the reef without drowning. How far were you from the nearest base? You recall Grace once mentioning there were small base units scattered across Pandora. Maybe there was one here?

After remembering all RDA machinery has built in navigators in case of emergencies, you walk back towards the wreckage. The ship was now less than half of its original size. But the question was, how did it even get here? All ISV ships were only supposed to operate in deep space. You were supposed to wake up and be transported on a Valkyrie to the base where you'd meet Grace. So how in the world did the ISV get here?

You entered the ship once again to look for the control panels. Once located, you try to turn them on. But of course, the panel was worn down and rusted. To your dismay, you angrily slam your hands onto the panels. Something you hit must've turned something on because the screen displayed an old recording.

"This is our final log before everything shuts down. The last ship has left and we are hoping this video reaches someone. We need help.

Once the systems shut down, we will have no contact with the RDA headquarters. If anyone gets this, these are our coordinates."

The pilot held up a piece of paper with some numbers on it. Were those coordinates where you ended up? Maybe you could still find everyone else.

"We won't make it. The ones in cryo will. The ship will continue maintaining the people's body temperatures until they either wake up or the ship goes down. But we don't have a chance.

The time is 21:37 and the date is July 15th, 2154. This is Team Beta signing out." The screen goes blank once again."

2154. Two years into your cryo journey. People who underwent cryosleep could stay under for long periods of time and not age. It was scary how long they could remain asleep. But you couldn't have been asleep for more than the six year trip. Right?

You continue to look around what was left of the ship, hoping to find something of use. There were a few extra oxygen masks, an unloaded gun, and a bunch of useless things. You took a spare mask, the gun, and set off into the wooded area of the island. Although you were practically defenceless, the gun could probably act as a threat if you encountered another human.

The jungle was scary to say the least. You continuously looked over your shoulder in case some animal wanted to attack you. And the large roots of the trees cause you to almost roll an ankle. If you could just find a way to leave or contact the other back at the forest, maybe you could make it out alive.

Surprisingly, there weren't many animals on the island, just a few harmless ones wandering around in search of food. And the plants. Oh the plants were more beautiful than any picture you've ever seen. All the vibrant colors seemed to only increase as the hours went on.

Nights on Pandora were known to be dangerous. Grace would always be in the lab at night to protect her and her avatar. But that was in the forest that was probably hundreds if not thousands of miles away. You found shelter under some exposed tree roots, tucking yourself away from the outside.

The sun rose early and the eclipse happened late on Pandora, meaning you had more time to explore your surroundings. You quickly continue your journey to the other side of the island after waking up and realising you were still alive. The hopes of finding other humans being the only thing that kept you going.

The island was huge. Or at least huge for your little human legs because you seemed to be walking for what seemed like forever. The trees finally begin thinning out once you see another strip of beach. This time there were sea creatures swimming around near the shore, splashing about under the sun. You step closer to take a good look at the creatures. They're nothing like any of the creatures you've seen from Grace's research. One of the creatures seems to notice you approach it, swimming closer.

"Hello!" You smile. The cool water now reached your knees as the waves crashed into you. "Can you help me find my way to the forest?" The animal only cocked its head, obviously unable to understand you.

"Who am I kidding, I'm probably going to die soon anyways. This Oxygen mask is only good for a few days. And I only grabbed one extra." You point to the mask tied to your waist.

The creature circles around you as if to examine you. As it does, you notice the handle connecting the two queues together. Someone was riding it. As you reach out to grab the handle, something behind you grabs at your hair and pulls you backwards.

You kick at your captor but with little success. They hold a knife at your neck, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You feel yourself being tied up and pushed forward.

"Olo'eyktan! We found this demon wandering around the ilus." You were harshly shoved forward, causing you to stumble into the sand. Despite the use of their native tongue, you were able to understand the foreign language. Having practiced for years before leaving Earth.

"Skxawng." You mutter. Large hands wrap around your arms, forcing you up to face the na'vi in front of you. The Olo'eyktan. Clan leader. He stood before you, towering over you.

"What is your business here?" He broke the silence.

"I mean no harm. I don't know how I ended up here." You respond with your broken na'vi. It wasn't the best but they seemed to understand you just fine.

"Bring her to the pod. We'll talk later." He waved you off. You were quickly dragged away towards a pod-like room. The warriors threw you into the pod and closed the curtains.

"If you leave, we will have no choice but to kill you."

Great. First you were going to die due to oxygen shortage and now you're going to die by the hands of Pandora's natives. How fun. You sat in the pod, knees brought up to your chest as you thought about how you could have been in the forest by now. Studying plant life with Grace.

You must've dozed off again because the next time you open your eyes, you're tied up again in front of the clan leader and who you can only assume is his mate. The woman steps forward, walking in circles around you, taking in your features.

"Why have you come to us?" She scowled at you.

"I was trying to get to the forest. I don't know how I got here." You watch her grab your hands. Your five fingers look out of place compared to her four.

"Sky people bring nothing but pain to na'vi. We should get rid of it." You were taken aback. More so at the fact that you were just referred to as an 'it' rather than the talk about killing you. You've had too many death scares to be phased at this point.

"I'm telling you. I just want to find Dr. Grace Augustine." You plead. What happened the last time humans came to Pandora to get such a hostile attitude? "I don't mean any harm."

"And who is this 'Grace Augustine." The Olo'eyktan narrowed his eyes at you.

"She's a scientist." You vaguely answer. All you could do was pray to whatever god there was on Pandora that you weren't seen as a threat.

You don't know how you did it, but you managed to make it out of there alive. With the promise to help Ronal, the Tsahik, collect ingredients and run errands, you were able to keep your life. You were brought back to the pod which now doubled as your home to rest. Apparently, there was a family staying on this island that came from the forest. Maybe they could help you.

The salty breeze reminded you of home. How the few remaining beaches would blow the familiar smell into your face. You sighed, stepping out of your pod and walking around the village. The na'vi could only stare at you as you walked by. How could their leader allow a demon to stay?

You found yourself wandering near the shore. The clear water displayed the vast marine life below the surface. One of the creatures from earlier began swimming up to you. An ilu as you learned, was a common mode of transportation among the reef people. Although you could not physically bond with the creature, it seemed to take a liking to you.

"What are you doing with my ilu." You heard a voice coming from behind you. Turning your head, you saw a tall figure. Tattoos covering his arm and face. Despite looking around your age, he towered over you. Sure, he was a completely different species but you liked to think you were tall for a human.

"Sorry it just swam up to me." You move away from the sea creature. The male watching you the entire time. Eyeing you up and down at your awkward movements. You reminded him of a baby. Just learning how to walk. "Well I better go!" You sped away from the scene.

After walking a safe distance, you sit down on a patch of grass in the forest behind the village. Nobody seemed to be around so you finally allowed yourself to breathe. Your mask begins fogging up slightly as you take in deep breaths of oxygen. Everything still felt surreal. What if you were really still in cryo and you were on your way to the forest. No. People don't dream in cryo so that can't be it.

You sigh as you head back towards your marui, na'vi clearing the way as you walk by. As you walk past the beach, you see a dark blue na'vi sitting on the sand. Her short blue hair blowing softly in the breeze. She looks like someone you know.

Like Grace.

"Grace?!" You run up to her. The girl turns her head to you as you run up to her. Shock written on her features. "How come you never told me you were here?" You remember seeing Grace's avatar in the background of the calls every now and then. The girl before you had a striking resemblance. But wasn't Grace supposed to be in the forest?

"How do you know my mothers name?" She glares at you.

The color drains from your face. Grace had a kid? How come you never knew about her? Were you really asleep for that long?

"I'm sorry- you just look like someone I know." You shake your head. There was no way this na'vi was related to Grace. No way in hell. You turn around and walk away, embarrassment evident of your heated cheeks.

"Wait!" She grabs your hand. "How do you know Grace?"

"My mother used to work with her. I was supposed to join her in the forest and research plants with her." You explain. The girl in front of you begins to pull you away as you continue explaining your situation. Soon enough, you find yourself in front of a pod.

"Come." She leads you inside.

When you step inside, you see a man sitting on the floor preparing food. A woman sits beside him. "Father. I brought someone." The girl takes a seat next to the man. He looks up at you, yellow eyes scanning your figure. "She says she knows Grace."

Both adults look at you with wide eyes. "Ma Jake." The woman speaks. Jake? As in Jake Sully?

"Kid?" The male, Jake, mumbles.

Jake would always call you 'kid' when he saw you on call. The nickname brought back memories. "Jake?" You look at the man. The more you look at him, the more he looks like the soldier you once knew. The resemblance was uncanny. "What are you doing here? Where's Grace?" You point to the girl.

"What do you mean where's Grace- What year do you think it is?"

"Isn't it supposed to be 2158?" You quickly do the math in your head. If the video you saw back on the ship took place two years after your journey started, then it should be four years later assuming everything still went smoothly. Jake looked at the woman beside him and then back to you. "What?"

"It's 2173... You were asleep for 15 years..."

A/N: Hi! I really hope you liked part 1 of the series! I have been a bit busy so I delayed the update a little bit but here it is! I'm slowly getting a vague idea on where this series is going so stay tuned! The next update might take a little longer since my weekend is looking a little hectic but I will get it up as soon as possible!

Thank you guys so much for reading and have an amazing day/night! <3

To those who wanted to be tagged: @eywas-heir @sunshinewwx @ducks118 @tiredsoulsorry @thecrazyswamp @ambria @lovekeeho @zeroqueen0555

[agathasangel]

make me forget (agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader)

I’m back and… in another fandom, I guess. Assuming you guys don’t hate this there’s probably gonna be a lot of soft!dark!agatha x witch!reader fics coming

warnings: angst, soft!dark!agatha, mommy kink, no smut though, possibly unhealthy and definitely unbalanced relationship, mind control, lots of pet names because it’s agatha, agatha planned on using reader to drain her power but has fallen too in love with reader.

summary: agatha is your magical mentor, and your first and only love. she has also decided that it’s her job to protect you at all costs, and one of the many ways she does this is the special spell she casts on you to make you forget all your troubles. also i got a little help from @belle-et-laa-bete

You lie on the couch, trying to summon the remote. It shook a little bit, and then fell off the tv table. You couldn’t understand why your telekinesis has gotten so weak. It was your most natural skill as a witch, the one you even struggled to control.

Agatha saw what you were trying to do, and she picked the remote up off the ground and brought it to you.

“Thanks, Aggie.”

“What’s the matter, hon? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“It’s just- i don’t understand why i can’t even do something so simple. It used to be so strong-“

“Baby, this is perfectly natural . You’re learning to control your powers, that’s all. It’ll come back even stronger, now that you’re safe with me guiding you.”

You had no reason to question Agatha, she was the smartest and most powerful witch you knew. But you still worried she was just trying to placate you. And, worst of all, you worried that if you lost your powers, you would lose her. The very thought made the tears in your eyes start to fall.

“No, angel, no. None of that.” Agatha says as she wipes away your tears. “You are a witch, babygirl, and you will always be.”

You hoped she was right. While your inability to control your powers while you were younger caused you to be an outcast, it was also what led you to Agatha. she became your mentor, your protector, and your first and only love.

“Aggie? Mama? You- you’ll stay with me no matter what, right? I- I need you. The world outside of here is scary, I don’t want to live without you.”

Agatha put a protective arm around you, feeling a pang of guilt. When her relationship with you began, she thought you were too strong for your own good. Her plan was to simply drain your power for her use (and, she told herself, for your protection). But now? She truly needed you, almost as much as you needed her. Agatha couldn’t imagine going back to living without you.

“Yes baby. This is your home, this is where you belong. We’re going to be together forever, mama promises. I’ve got you, I’ve got you. Shh…”

“I can’t believe I’m getting so upset over something so little but-“

“It’s okay, little one. Come here.”

She held you tight as you cried more, stroking your hair.

“Mama, the bad feeling won’t go away. Can you- can you do the special spell?”

The special spell was referring to a spell Agatha put on you whenever you were upset or scared, or when she felt you needed extra protection. It was a mind control spell that made you feel happy, safe and at peace. It also made you completely obedient to Agatha, which, the both of you had to admit, you loved.

“I think I can do that for you, babygirl.”

“Please mama, make me forget.”

“Of course, angel. You know how much mommy loves seeing you like that. The way your pretty eyes will glaze over but still look at me like I’m the most important thing in your world. The way you smile and giggle when i touch you, and especially the way you obey my every command so automatically without hesitation, even in your mind. Come over, kneel for mama and she’ll make you forget all your troubles.”

As you knelt in front of Agatha, she began chanting the spell in Latin. It was an incredibly complex spell, one you couldn’t even begin to understand, but to Agatha it was practically second nature. As she finished, you felt anything you may have been worried about melt away. A soft, fuzzy feeling washed over you and the only thing that mattered was your mommy. You looked up at the beautiful woman- the goddess, really- sitting above you as she cupped your cheek in her hand.

“Feeling better, honey?”

“So good mama.”

“I thought so. Just what you need, for me to take the reigns of your mind for a bit. Now darling, as pretty as you look on your knees, I want you to hop up on my lap.”

Immediately, you all but pounced on her, going limp in her arms.

“Good girl. Good.” She absentmindedly played with and kissed your hair for a bit, as you sat in mommy’s lap, feeling nothing but warmth and happiness. You tried remembering what you were so worried about earlier, and you couldn’t. You looked at your mommy. She was so beautiful, so much stronger and smarter than you. You felt so lucky to be hers.

“I’m so lucky to be yours, mommy.”

“I know. You’re mine. My girl, and you always will be. Nothing will ever take you away from me.” Agatha moved her hands to your shoulders and began rubbing them. It felt absolutely heavenly to be touched so gently by the woman you loved. Your brain was filled by the sensation of her hands on your back and shoulders. You felt her giving soft kisses to your temple, and you leaned into her further, smiling.

“Such a good girl for me. I love you. So happy lying in mommy’s arms. I’m glad our little spell could make you feel better.”

“You always know just what to do, mommy. You’re so smart and strong.”

Agatha flushed a bit at your praise, which she was certain she didn’t deserve. She knew how you felt about her, she knew you essentially worshipped the ground she walked on. But it still sometimes shocked her that someone as sweet and innocent as you loved and admired her so dearly.

“Let me kiss you, darling girl.”

You, of course, eagerly accepted her kiss. You stayed like this until you fell asleep, and Agatha reversed the spell, hoping you would wake up feeling better. Agatha’s own feelings of fear and guilt, however, had never fully subsided. She still worried that if you knew what her intentions with you were at the beginning of your relationship, or that she was the reason your powers had weakened, you would hate her.

“I’m sorry, angel. This is all my fault, and I swear I’ll make it right.”

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

To Make a Heaven of Hell (8/?)

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Virgil is tasked to go collect more coffee than he can carry alone, thankfully someone comes to save him.

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Chapter warnings: None (please lmk if I'm missing something)

Notes: *rubbing my hands together like an evil genius* guess who's hereeeeeeeeeeee-

Anyway uh- sorry this took like three months? I genuinely don't know what happened - I was very busy over Christmas and then uni deadlines caught up on me - and I've been working on so many things that I'm just screaming into the void at this point. I'm glad I could finish this chapter, though!!! I love this fic so much!

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Whatever scheme Janus and the others had gotten up to had been almost pushed out of his mind by the time it actually came to involve him. 

Almost, because he hadn’t quite been able to stop thinking about the ‘yet’ surrounding his own involvement in the plan whenever he’d had a free second. But they’d spent enough time talking back to assholes at the Hellp desk - and at a good few hours of therapy sessions with Emile that had been mostly productive - to mostly put it out of their mind. For the most part. 

Once a week had passed since Janus and Angel had headed into Hell giggling about who knows what, Virgil started wondering if he really would be involved in this plan at all. 

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Barely even the day after Virgil had thought that, he was introduced to the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. 

Well, introduced is a strong word. 

He noticed the guy across the lobby - stood in the entrance to the tunnel that leads down to the residential levels of Hell. Remus was with him, it looked like he was trying to coax the pretty stranger to come further into the lobby, but when Virgil met his eyes - deep pools of molten gold that almost seemed to glow and make Virgil feel like his bones were melting but somehow in a good way? - the stranger ran. Well - good to know he was apparently scary to the pretty demon. What a great confidence boost. Virgil sighed - just as Remus seemed to across the hall - and Lily gently patted his shoulder in consolidation.

“He’s shy,” She said by way of explanation, Virgil just sighed again.

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“Oh Virgil!” Angel practically sang from the other end of the desk a few days later, “Can you do the coffee run alone today? Ruggy’s having a bit of a crisis over here-”

Ruggy rolled her eyes - Virgil wasn’t sure she was actually having a crisis, but it wasn’t their place to judge. 

“Sure, uh - can everyone write down their orders? I probably won't remember them alone.” Virgil said, standing up, Angel giggled and handed him a piece of paper that already had all the orders written down on it in multiple different handwritings, he frowned, okay - so they had planned this. What was going on? 

“You’re all grown up now,” Lily chuckled, probably misinterpreting his frown, “You’ve got this!”

“...Grown up?” Virgil looked at her confused, as far as he was aware, he hadn’t changed since he got here.

“Wait, did you not know?” Angel gasped, standing up again.

“Virgie you’re like two inches taller than you were before,” Sharkie pointed out, glaring at him - for growing? Which he’d apparently done at some point without his own notice - but didn’t Lily say…

“You’re settling in, kid!” Bel told him, ruffling his hair with a heavy hand that made Vrgil laugh and shove him away…. Maybe those therapy sessions were helping more than they thought? “Now go get that coffee!”

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The coffee shop wasn’t busy when Virgil went in, which they thanked the universe for as they nervously handed over the list of eleven wildly different coffee orders, not even realising there was an extra one - and then asked for his own too. He thought belatedly that he wasn’t sure how he would carry them all back to the desk. 

He stared blankly at the three cup holders full of various drinks and two paper bags of snacks that the barista put on the counter. He once again thanks the universe that the coffee shop is fairly empty as the barista looks at him sympathetically.

“Could no-one else on the desk come down today?” She asked, “If I wasn’t halfway through my shift I’d offer to help you take them down myself…”

“That’s okay,” Virgil waved her off, moving everything to the side so that if someone else wanted to order, they could, before sighing and putting a hand on his hip, trying to figure this out.

“Hey cutie, need some help there?” Someone asked from behind him with a voice smooth as butter in a tone that had Virgil blushing - even more so at the nickname. He turned and found himself face to face - more like face to chest, whatever did this guy get from being so tall? With the extremely pretty demon who he’d seen across the lobby in Hell just a few days earlier.

“Ha-h-hi?” Virgil stammered, feeling his train of thought screech to a halt as he looked up at the demon’s face. His sparkling golden eyes seemed to look straight through Virgil’s pale foundation to his hot blushing face - almost as red as the demon’s skin. From this close he could see bright golden freckles littering his skin like tiny stars, and Virgil could see a lot of his skin too - he wore just as little clothing as Remus did. His heart-tipped tail thrashed behind him - in a way Virgil thought seemed almost nervous, but that couldn’t be right. Smiling, the stranger picked up two of the three cup holders after putting one of the bags of pastries and cakes into the satchel he carried around his waist, an action which totally didn’t draw his eyes to somewhere where they were not supposed to be drawn - he thought he might combust with how much he was blushing as he forced himself to meet the stranger’s eyes again. 

“I see I’ve rendered you speechless,” he said, grinning to show pointed fangs - unlike Remus’ full mouth of shark-like sharp teeth, but still dangerous looking in a way that didn’t scare him, “My apologies, but I simply couldn’t leave a cutie like you to struggle after I saw you in distress.”

“I- wha- you-” Virgil stumbled to start too many sentences at once, not sure what he was even trying to say. The demon chuckled, putting his hand on his hip.

“Like what you see, sweetie?” He asked, tilting his head just a little. Virgil choked and covered his face, equal parts embarrassed and flustered by the callout.

“‘M sorry,” Virgil mumbled, trying to get his words back as his face attempted to cool down a little - but a look up to see the demon was still smiling at him just brought it back tenfold.

“What are you sorry for?” There was a hint of genuine confusion in the demon’s voice despite his smile, he tilted his head.

“I was- I was staring? That’s- rude?” Virgil said, now also confused - wasn’t he offended by Virgil blatantly looking at him?

“I’m an incubus, darling, I’m used to it,” he reassured, ruffling Virgil’s hair - someone needs to explain why that feels nice because it did even though Virgil ducked and tried to bat his hand away with a squawk of surprise that made the demon laugh, “As long as you aren’t scared of me - and hey, I was flirting with you, I dug my own grave just a little, what’s your name cutie? My brother just calls you ‘emo’.”

“Wait- you’re Remus’ brother?” Virgil perked up to ask, before immediately getting flustered again as a grin split across his face.

“That’s me,” he grinned, putting down the cup holders and offering his hand for a handshake - his claw-like nails were red but tipped with gold like he’d dipped them in glittering paint, “My name’s Roman.”

“I- ah - I’m uh- Virgil…” Virgil mumbled awkwardly, tentatively taking Roman’s hand to shake only to have their hand grasped tightly and shaken with enthusiasm. Roman’s hand was so warm. 

“Virgil? What a lovely name you have,” Roman said, bringing Virgil’s hand - which he was still holding - up to his lips to kiss, making Virgil blush a brilliant crimson, “You look like a sunrise, darling.”

Virgil could only cough and bow their head as Roman continued, “Pretty pink cheeks and lovely purple hair, hm, oh and your eyes are such a lovely blue, like the early morning sky, how perfect.”

“Oh- shut up,” Virgil mumbled, covering their face with his other hand - the one Roman wasn’t still holding, “Are you gonna help me carry coffee or not?”

Bursting out into boisterous laughter, Roman let go of his hand and picked everything back up. Virgil quickly took the others and thanked the barista - who winked knowingly at him for some reason - and began leading the way back down towards Hell. Many people stopped to stare as they walked, most of them at Roman, who’s tail had wrapped itself around his leg almost as soon as they’d stepped out of the coffee shop. Virgil couldn’t help but notice through quick sneaky glances that Roman didn’t seem half as confident out here in the universal hallway as he had been back in the coffee shop. Virgil debated asking why for a moment, deciding not to pray until they neared the gates of hell and Roman started to hide behind them. 

“Hey Roman?” Virgil said, glancing back at him, the demon perked up - as if Virgil’s attention alone had made him feel better, “Are uh- are you good? I mean- are you okay? You look more nervous than me …”

“Hm? What? No - I’m fine, totally fine,” Roman waved him off with a smile that was much faker than the ones he’d given in the coffee shop, “Why would I not be okay?”

Raising an eyebrow, Virgil looks him over, Roman’s smile slowly drops into an apprehensive expression, “Your tail is wrapped around your leg, your hands are shaking, you’re fidgeting with your claws, you’re trying to hide behind me…”

“Okay okay,” Roman put his hands up, seeming embarrassed, “I’m- I don’t really like being in the lobby of Hell, that’s all.”

Virgil tilted his head, “What - do you know what the problem itself is? Maybe I can help?” He understood anxiety pretty well after all, he hoped he could help.

“Oh it’s really nothing - it’s just - the way some of the souls look at me? It just bothers me, sometimes.”

Virgil frowns, “But- you said that me looking at you didn’t bother you?” they asked, suddenly worried he had actually upset Roman even though he’d said he wasn’t - but Roman shook his head quickly.

“It’s not the same kind of looking,” Roman said, before hiding his face with a hand when one lady from the main like glared at them, Virgil found himself giving her a fierce look in response - what had driven such protectiveness he would probably never know - but now he understood, at least a little. 

Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, that was an issue Virgil was very familiar with - and he could imagine Roman got it a lot worse, considering the way he dressed and the kind of people they got at the desk. He hummed, “Hold on a second - I can- it might help…”

It was a balancing act as Virgil shrugged off his jacket without spilling or dropping anything, Roman watched in surprise as Virgil offered the jacket to him, “It’s uh- it always helps me, when I’m anxious, and it stops people from looking too hard.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Roman shifted the things he was holding and reached out to take the jacket. Where it was far too big on Virgil, it actually fit Roman a lot better, he even pulled the hood up as far as he could with his horns and covered his hands with the sleeves and gave Virgil a small smile.

“Thank you,” Roman said, Virgil noticed his tail slowly uncurling from around his leg to sway side-to-side as it had been back in the coffee shop, “This is- your jacket is very cozy.”

Virgil smiled, “Yeah? I’m glad,” it was strange - it had almost become a habit to let people borrow his jacket when they were more anxious than him - it seemed he was able to be more confident when someone else was less. Even without his jacket, in a sleeveless plum coloured turtleneck, he found he was able to keep his head held high as he led Roman back to the Hellp desk.

“Hey Emo!” Remus yelled as he approached, “Hey RoRo! I almost didn’t recognise you, nice hoodie.”

Virgil could’ve sworn Roman’s face got redder when he quietly pointed out that the jacket was Virgil’s.

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General tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

Hell's Belles AU tags: @awitchbravestheverge @twoalpacas @goldnskyart @anxious-mess19 @doteddestroyer @yourchemicallyimbalancedromance :)

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[sunfish-studies]

Celebration

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

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↷ SUMMARY ↶

Last day of training calls for celebration for everyone’s hard work, so it’s barbeque time!

“All right, meat!”

“I’m starving!”

While the boys freshened up after practice matches, the managers were already on the move to prepare for the barbeque. Since there were quite a lot of people, the coaches decided to held it on the backyard of the gym, where the sharp hill stood just beside it. The coaches helped setting up the grills while the managers divided to cater different things.

Yachi decided she would get the utensils they needed; paper plates, chopsticks, paper cups, trays for rice balls, and other things. Shimizu would cover for the rice ball making, Yukie and Eri were in charge on cutting the vegetables in bite-size, Kaori and Mako would clean the vegetables before it was cut.

Meanwhile, you’re in charge of preparing the condiments and sauces, unwrapping the meat cuts, and arranged them on a bigger plate. Aside from that you had to make sure the meats searing on the grills weren’t charred.

“[Name]-chan, please replace me for cutting the onions,” Eri sobbed, reaching out to you with grabby hands.

“Alright, senpai,” you giggled in reply because Eri was clearly needing a break and watching the meats seared was a great break for her. Quickly, you stood on her place and started slicing the tear-induced-menaces after washing your hands.

It didn’t take long for you to suffer the same fate as the Ubugawa’s manager–the first seven slices went through without a hitch, but when you reached the tenth your eyes started to sting and blurry from the pain. Then tears began trailing down your cheeks, and you wiped it you’re your shirt sleeve.

“D-Don’t cry, [Name]-san!!” you looked up, seeing Hinata with his place face quivering on his feet. “W-what should I do!?”

“It’s fine, Shoyo-kun, it’s just the onions,” you sniffled pointed towards the bowl full of it. “It hurts my eyes.”

“I can take your place, Otohaku-chan!” Lev popped up beside Hinata.

“Instead of cutting the onions, you’ll chop your fingers off,” Yaku deadpanned before offering. “Here, let me do it.”

“No, it’s alright, Yaku-san,” you shook your head. “It’s time for you to have a break, not working.”

Being persistent sometimes has it’s perks, it took numbers of rejection to finally have Yaku gave up. You knew he was just trying to help, but you didn’t want to rob his time relaxing. When all the preparations were done, the boys were already surrounding the grills with hungry faces. Coach Nekomata gave them a light speech along with praises for their hard work over the week, and they dived to grab on the meat straight from the grill.

“THANKS FOR THE FOOD!”

Just like Kaori, you brought a plate of rice balls to offer and managed to witnessed Yukie’s enormous appetite. She practically inhaled four rice balls in one go and you’re not the only who was dumbfounded from it.

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Konoha and Komi almost had their souls went to heaven from the frightening circle Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Taketora made. Well, they did elbow each other to encourage one another getting close or at least having a talk with Shimizu. The girl walked pass them holding a paper plate with food–looking extremely gorgeous and she didn’t even try.

“That was scary,” Konoha muttered underneath his breath. The three finally stopped because of Karasuno and Nekoma’s captain scolded them–the three immediately shrunk.

“They really had their guard up, huh,” Komi added, feeling his energy drained from such a scary encounter.

“Uhm, excuse me,” the two turned to look over their shoulder and that’s when they noticed–Karasuno’s other first year manager who’s Bokuto constantly talking about. The owl captain wouldn’t shut up about her much to their annoyance and now they knew why.

“Would you like some rice ball?”

“Sure,” Konoha replied dumbly.

“I’ll take two,” Komi followed with a daze. You placed one on Konoha’s empty paper plate and two for Komi upon his request. Smiling at them, you proceeded to excuse yourself so you could offer to someone else.

Following your figure dazedly, they noticed how the light shone even brighter and basked you in a beautiful glow. That’s when they thought of a conclusion.

A goddess just graces us mere mortals! They screamed in their head.

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You tried to calm Yachi down from her traumatizing experience being surrounded by absurdly tall boys (“Titans, [Name]-chan! Titans!”). Thankfully, all of them were nice enough to made room so your friend could reach for some meat. Yachi almost cried in happiness from the real taste of meat.

From the sidelines, Shimizu and the other managers were watching the two of you while talking about the boys sometimes.

“How much are you going to eat?” Kaori questioned because Yukie was having a ridiculous amount of food towering on her plate and she just kept munching away without care.

“The third-years in Karasuno all seems pretty mature,” Mako commented.

“Our ace is weak-willed, though,” Shimizu smiled sheepishly.

“What? Really?” Eri replied in surprise. “Even though he looks that scary?”

“Though, I think that’s still better than our simpleton ace,” Kaori commented. “Still,”

Their eyes were directed towards where the said simpleton ace was standing and placing meat until it towered on your empty plate.

“Eat more, [Name]-chan! Or you won’t get even taller!” he stated.

“And eat more vegetables!” Kuroo added, placing cabbages and carrots to your plate, adding even more food.

“Have some rice balls, too.” Somehow, even Akaashi participated in this whole fiasco and put a rice ball onto your plate. Now, there’s a ridiculous amount of food on your plate.

“…I can’t eat this much,” you commented, staring at the food filling your plate.

“Nonsense, I don’t see you eat anything even when the others are,” Akaashi stated. “You’re too busy handling other things nonstop.”

“Have a break will you,” Kuroo patted your back. “Everyone’s having fun and you should too.”

“Have more meat, [Name]-san!” Hinata said.

“You can have my share, Otohaku-chan!” Lev followed and you immediately shook your head.

“At least he and Akaashi took care of our baby manager well,” Kaori sighed in relief.

“[Name]-chan is close with Fukurodani’s captain and setter, huh? Even Nekoma’s captain,” Mako giggled. “She’s drawing everyone in.”

“Well, it’s rare for a first-year to be as tall as her,” Eri grinned. “The boys are especially poles so it’s probably great not to strain their neck once in a while from looking down.”

“Karasuno’s pretty lucky to have her, huh?” Yukie said after swallowing her food.

“Yeah, we are,” Shimizu smiled.

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“Did you have fun?” Sawamura asked you when you’re helping other managers to clean up the remaining plates left behind on the table along with other scraps littering around. He picked up a few paper cups and placed it into the trash bin.

“Definitely,” you answered without hesitation. “Everyone’s so nice, it’s probably the most fun I’ve had.”

“Thank goodness, then,” he gave you a smile.

“I’m really glad I joined the volleyball club,” you commented, grinning.

“And we glad to have you here,” the captain chuckled and replied.

Everything was over by the time the sun started to sink into the horizon–time truly flew by when you enjoyed it. Since Miyagi was quite a distance from Saitama, they needed to depart first or they would be back extremely late at night. Yukie and Eri were fake-crying and joking about refusing to let you go–in the end, you’re all exchanging numbers so you could keep in touch.

“Did you have fun, Otohaku-san?”

“Coincidentally, you asked the same question as my captain, Akaashi-san.” The Fukurodani setter, like before, helping you on carrying the extra luggage in hand although you did tell him it’s only until you reached the stairs. “And to answer, I am. These one week of training camp is fun. Somehow, I don’t want this to be over.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll meet again,” Akaashi replied. “At the Spring Interhigh.”

“I’m sure we will, Akaashi-san.” you smiled. “And thank you for helping me with luggage.”

“[Name]-chan!!” Bokuto bounded over with a grin plastered on his face. “We’ll be waiting at the nationals!”

“Karasuno, Bokuto-san. Otohaku-san doesn’t play volleyball.” Akaashi deadpanned.

“Just agree with me once, Akaashi!”

“Well, whatever he said,” Kuroo piped up, approaching the three of you. “Made sure your team go to the nationals so we could meet again and make the battle came true.”

“I’ll do my best, Kuroo-san.” Then Kuroo reached out to ruffle your hair, it’s been a while since he did that and you weren’t even going to lie about enjoying it. The cat captain was similar to an older brother now.

“Off you go then, [Name],” he removed his hand from your head. “And don’t miss me.”

“How could I when I have your phone number, Kuroo-san?” you snickered. “You’re probably going to bombard me with chemistry puns at 10pm.”

“Then, I’m gonna call you every day so you won’t have to deal with Kuroo!” Bokuto declared before laughing victoriously.

“Please block his number immediately, Otohaku-san,” Akaashi stated. “Or you won’t be getting any sleep. His talking is endless.”

“Why, Akaashi!?” the said boy whined.

“Aside from that, be careful on your way home,” Akaashi decided to ignore the captain and gave you a small smile.

You returned his smile. “Will do, Akaashi-san.”

With that, the whole week of summer training camps has come to an end. The whole team watched you guys drove away into the other way back to Miyagi.

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“You have a match tomorrow, don’t you?” former Coach Ukai questioned, brows creased from the insistence of your combi. “That’s probably enough, then!”

“One more! Just one more!” Hinata pleaded.

“We’ll finish after this one!” Kageyama added.

Two days of practicing to prepare for the preliminaries, just a day before the match Sawamura dismissed them early to get some rest. Since it would be impossible to use the gym unless getting an earful from him, Kageyama and Hinata needed to look for another place. Former Coach Ukai lent them the court only for a bit, just until the others who wants to practice comes.

And you were there to hold a leash if they’re being stubborn or something.

“This is the last, alright?” you scolded the two. “We shouldn’t bother the others who wants to practice here. And you should rest before the match.”

Thankfully the older man letting them had the court just one more time and you couldn’t help but feeling grateful of it. You sighed before turning to face former Coach Ukai and bowed down. “On their behalf, I apologize.”

“It’s fine.” Former Coach Ukai dismissed it. “Their eagerness is a great thing, but even eagerness isn’t going to magically give them energy. It would be bad if they burnt out even before the game started.”

“[Name]-san! Can you throw us the ball?” Hinata called out.

In the end, the two managed to successfully killed the quick–and sure enough, it also impressed former Coach Ukai which added more reassurance that your team would be more than okay to face the entire preliminaries and became champions.

[boytouya]

𝙏𝙤 𝙉𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜

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warnings: none!

a/n: this is for @jream-23 !! thank you for the request shawty🥰 it was very fun to write!

summary: your hair covers most of your face, and seeing it for the first time blinds hanta and katsuki in their short moment of clarity.

Sero’s hair, a jet black mullet that went to the base of his neck and the tips of his ears, was almost as distinguishable as his elbows. However, your hair, full enough to cover most of your face, very easily puts his to shame. It was ironically fitting for their band, so no one asked many questions concerning it. The hero in training strums his pick against the strings of his electric guitar once, twice, three times before deciding he’s happy with the way it sounds. An explosive blond with an even more explosive attitude shifts in his seat, a leather stool that stays with his drum set. There’s a thin layer of sweat clamming up his skin, but he pays it no mind as he rises from his seat and places his drumsticks down.

They had a band- shared with you, Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima- that strictly produced covers of their favorite songs. It wasn’t anything big, just something to pass the time. Just something to remind them that they were kids. That it’s okay to be kids. And that was enough for them.

“Where’d your boyfriend go?” Sero teases, the tips of his ears shifting into a complementary shade of pink before he can even fully get the sentence out. The truth is, they both liked you. You were fun to be around, you balanced them out. There was something about you that made their mouths run dry, made their faces flare up as if they were sitting in a sauna; there was something about you that made Sero’s leg bounce just as fast as his heart when he saw you. Katsuki noticed it first, even whilst he lay in the midst of his own contraption of adoration for you.

“My boyf-? You idiot!” The blond shouts, his shoulders raising up to his ears as he clenches his fist and demands Hanta “shut his trap.” Katsuki doesn't blush, but he does leave the secluded area of the gym before anyone could get a good look at his face. Sero follows behind him, mirroring his footsteps until the duo makes their way back into the common room. He’s cackling the whole way there, teasing the boy with vermillion eyes until he explodes in his face. Literally.

The bickering is squashed before it could even think of coming back up again the moment they actually look in the room. You look incredibly comfortable sitting on the couch, your cheek squished against the pressure of your palm. That’s not what has them gawking though. The two always knew you were handsome. From the moment Kirishima introduced you to the group, they knew you’d have their hearts squeezed between your fists. It was scary, liking someone you haven’t even seen the face of so much. Then again, they fell in love with your personality, and looks were just extra toppings on the cake.

Buckets full. Your hair was pushed back, and there weren’t even words that could truly describe you. At first, it was hard to believe it was even you. There was reoccurring warmth that spread from their chests to the entirety of their bodies, it seeped out through Sero’s toothy smile and Bakugo’s hard eyes. You had never seen them so bright. It was only closest compared to a moth that found light after years of solitude and darkness. Though they were young, it was still easy to place this emotion. It was overwhelming, it festered and grew in the earliest hours of the morning to the latest hours of the night. But they knew what it was, they knew what it felt like. The happiness, attraction, undeniable pull that lead them back to you could only be engraved in their minds as love.

In simpler terms it was a big, fat crush. It was completely, utterly, and indubitably certain. It was unwavering, the embodiment of sticks and stones.

The way you greet them is so undeniably you. They’d never noticed before, but with hair out of your face you look a lot more kissable. Perhaps they’re moving too fast, thinking too far into their future, but they’d be damned if they couldn’t at least imagine it. There was no such thing as moving too fast when you already crashed from falling head over heels in the first place. They act as if there isn’t anything worming its way into their chests, eating away at their brains and replacing it with thoughts of you or thoughts of your face. Hanta grins, throwing himself down next to you while Katsuki buries his burning hands into his pockets. They’re fucked.

“You could’ve practiced with us.” Sero says, placing all of his weight on the arm of the couch. He has to shimmy to really get comfortable, but seeing as his grin never falters, it wasn’t much of a hassle. It was an invitation, like most things he said to you were. He wanted to spend time with you, what’s so bad about that?

“You’re taking up all the space! Get your feet off the table!” Bakugo growls, pushing Hanta’s legs off the coffee table in front of you. Even though he’s reprimanding Sero for taking up too much space, he sits on your right side, which has nothing to do with where the tape-centric hero sits. It was a habit to make room for him nonetheless. Sero wants to pretend to yawn. He wants to make a move that involves putting his arm around your shoulder that is so horribly cliché. He wants you to make fun of him for it, to have Katsuki join in your teasing, but to ultimately embrace each other anyway.

In Bakugo’s head, it’s a bit different. He wants to make you laugh so he can grunt into his hand while Sero scrambles to add onto his ‘unintentional’ joke. He wants to feel your eyes on his as he pretends to be disinterested in whatever you’re talking about. But he always listens, and he always will. He wants to tell you to cut the bullshit, to just say if you’re willing to date them or not. He’s Katsuki Bakugou, the future number one hero. If he wants something, he gets it. If he wants to say something, he says it.

“Date us already, hairball!” He watches your face morph into surprise while Sero laughs at how characteristically blunt he is. He wishes his mullet were longer, it would’ve covered his strawberry red cheeks right now. Bakugou doesn’t have time to worry if he said something wrong. If he had, Sero wouldn’t be laughing. If he had, he’dve beat himself up for it before he could even say it out loud. “You gonna answer me or what?!”

“Are you for real?! Give him a second!” The blunt, honest truth was that you didn’t know they even liked you. You spent countless nights pining over boys who felt the same exact way. Happiness prances around your stomach and slow dances around your heart. You didn’t need a minute, you didn’t need a second. You already knew what you wanted to say. You liked them just as much as they liked you, and that was abundantly clear.

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[wolves-in-the-world]

unintended benefit of the setup in quinn was almost always there AU with the captive situation / obvious bickering in front of the team / "I am untying you for transport only please don't make this difficult, yes sophie will get you more tea when we get there, we're not jackasses" stuff going on is that there is some team awareness about the situation that quinn and eliot met in. the team know Something about it. quinn was hired to do something to or against eliot and decided not to for some reason. eliot owes him for that. eliot is invested because of that, to a unique degree. Something.

and quinn doesn't have to be a genius to figure out it's a private topic, but that first day was… a bit hectic, alright. quinn wasn't expecting to stick around the team, neither of them ever expected or planned to be anywhere near moreau again. it wasn't meant to be a problem that they let a few things slip.

but the team Knows Something. so I'd say it gets halfway through season three before they're picking up on enough weirdness (eliot visibly stressed, quinn paying more attention in briefings) that nate just looks over at them during a planning session like alright, it's time we knew.

and eliot is just deer-in-the-headlights, not moving an inch but his body language suddenly all screaming shame. he should be planning exit strategies but he's just staring at this team he's been lucky enough to get and won't possibly be lucky enough to keep; he was hoping to get through this and find a way to act (but he hadn't been doing anything, had he, it's just that moreau knows him too well and every time he tried to plan-)

and it's quinn snapping at nate on eliot's behalf that snaps him out of it.

or rather, would snap him out of it. would be enough. by itself.

probably.

but first quinn tosses his current book at the back of eliot's head, and eliot flinches so hard with it he's standing up and swearing at quinn, and he has to keep standing and pace a few steps to avoid feeling trapped like that again. while quinn calmly defends him.

(sometimes the best tricks for dealing with occupational hitter trauma are dirty ones. quinn's not ashamed.)

so the team finds out. it sucks and it's awful but the team knows eliot's been lying to them for months and quinn's been enabling it. what they know because of quinn and what he chose to fill in for them helps. eliot clearly isn't betraying them, it's kinda scary that he might just never have told them, that he, what, might have just gone off and killed moreau while they were still planning to take him down properly; nate's looking at him very sharply sometimes and quinn's taken to only reading paperbacks just in case—

and maybe there's a talk, an awful talk, about how eliot can't be useful to them as eliot-spencer-the-reputation if he's known to break confidentiality. maybe quinn being there helps a bit. because eliot is steadfast, is loyal, is some sort of honourable despite everything he's done and been through. quinn is more practical. if quinn shrugs and says that's what the hitter world's like, they'll believe him.

or maybe eliot breaks it. maybe they take moreau down quick enough it doesn't matter or maybe they damn the consequences.

but hardison doesn't take any risk without first knowing the lay of the land. none of the team take any risk at all without quinn being there as extra backup.

they keep eliot away from the bastard, but quinn gets to see moreau again in san lorenzo, showing up at the end with general flores and michael vittori. (quinn was technically present during that awful gloating videochat, yes, but he was reading in the corner at first and decided to keep that advantage.) moreau takes one look at him, looking like this is just the icing on the insult cake that has been his entire day, and says "you? seriously?"

there's probably a rule against decking people in the face when they're being taken into lifelong custody, but nobody told quinn he couldn't.

[sw124]

FNAF Security breach: Baby Gregory AU

Part18: New Friend….Old Friend

It was the first place Freddy could think of, the only place that he knew would be safe at least for the time being. He scanned the outside of the green room before walking out, he saw Vanessa making a round but didn’t come near..he wasn’t sure but the letter told him specifically to stay away from her.

The letter itself was unsettling…

That handwriting…that style…he knew only one person but he was sure it couldn’t have been…he shook his head and continued onwards. The safest way he knew was through the utility tunnels, having Gregory safely tucked in his chest cavity he was about to make his way out but…something caught his attention.

He realized…..none of his friends had come to see him, Chica, Roxy and Monty would have been clawing at the door to see if he was ok, or at least be gracious enough to leave a note. This became routine for them, even before Gregory came along. Maybe check on them for a change, he was going to Monty’s room first. The first thing he was greeted with was metal barricades, a sign and a blacked out window to Monty’s green room.

…Followed by the most terrifying noises he had ever heard, it sounded like Monty but…at the same it wasn’t Monty. It wasn’t the usual jokey gator he often hung around, no this sounded like a beast, a wild animal that was ready to either bite or rip something apart. An apparently he was, he heard things being thrown around, things being smashed and the sound of teeth and claws tearing into the walls and furniture.

This…wasn’t Monty gator at all…

It was defiantly scary though what came next was more or less confusing, he peeked into Roxy’s window to find her in front of her vanity. No surprise but…what he heard did catch his attention an not in a good way. Her movements were…wrong, she was swaying her hips, her tail and body almost in a seductive way. That wasn’t her at all, if she was showing off it was always her skills or her personality…an even if it was her body it was mostly to show kids how she used her strength to fix her car in a productive way.

This however was….well…not child appropriate, she was fawning over her own reflection. Sure Roxy took pride in her appearance but not to this extent, she was talking to her reflection as if it was a real person. Her eyes seemed….different, they had a glow to them that wasn’t natural at all. Freddy hurried away to Chica, thankfully she was just practicing on her guitar but..she looked off.

He noticed way more pizza boxes in her room…that was really odd, she didn’t like cluttering up her room with garbage. She liked pizza thats a fact but not enough to leave a mess and the way she was practicing was a bit too…forceful. It was like she was lost in some kind of trance, just jamming out on her guitar…again Freddy thought better and went directly for the utility tunnels. His friends weren’t acting right..which made him worry.

Was…he acting right?

He shook his head, he can’t think of silly things like that right now he had to focus. He needed to get Gregory somewhere safe…maybe back at the Daycare, it was the only place he knew that’d be safe. Passed the doors, down the stairs and deep into the utility tunnels. He knew the route by heart, he’d make a short trip to-

……

Something was wrong…something felt…broken…he rounded a corner to a first aid station, something was defiantly wrong with Gregory. He opened his hatch, he could hear whimpering an he was kicking his feet about. Slowly he got hold of of the squirming infant and sat him down on the little bench, it just looked some of his internal gears pinched him a few times. Not enough to hurt but certainly wasn’t comfortable, he stepped out for a moment to see if he could find some extra cloths to keep his gears from pinching Gregory…bad move, as he turned he had a light shine on him….

“Freddy?! Your suppose to be on lockdown!”

It was officer Vanessa! Oh no…think quick bear!

“O-Officer Vanessa I don’t know how I got here!” He lied.

“Well you ruined the show tonight, your system crashed an now parts and service has you on reduced power…they said its a safety precaution.”

This didn’t sound like Vanessa at all, yes she was a stern woman but she was never this cross with people before. Even if his systems were on the fritz she never blamed him for it….what the hell was going on?!

“I…apologize.” That was the only thing he could say really, this seemed to satisfy Vanessa at least.

“Ok look…we’re like fifteen minutes from closing and I’m sure you wanna go see Gregory but after what happened…its best you stay away. Go back to your room and stay there, the others will look after him for the night.” With that Vanessa turned on her heels and proceeded with her work.

Freddy sighed with relief and quickly raced back to the first aid station, Gregory seemed content on playing with his foot. Such a good boy he was, very carefully he wrapped his little superstar into his blanket, tucked him back inside with the added padding of cloths and set back out towards the Daycare. He had enough power at least to get him there…

Or so he thought, he felt his battery was close to the red, an he was getting weaker. But he had to get to the Daycare, he had to protect Gregory! Thankfully the utility tunnels lead everywhere and one lead right to the main hall, there he could take the stairs and it was a straight shot to the Daycare!

The time was already midnight so the place was closed for the night, no problem….at least for the moment. When he left the utility tunnels and was heading up the escalators of the main hall he caught sight of Chica.

……

She…didn’t look right, her arms were dangling in front of her, her head was low and slightly tilted to one side. She was walking at a zombie pace around the photo booths and then some, she walked right past him without even so much as a hello….an what he heard sent chills down his spinal struts.

“Gregory where are you? Your family is looking for you!”

….Something was certainly wrong! He wanted to turn and confront her but his battery was giving him a hard time, he had to get Gregory to the Daycare and himself into a recharging station before he blacked out again!

He double timed it! Down the hall, past the fountain and into the drop off area. He hurried down the stairs to the front entrance and-

‘Closed For Maintenance’

A sign Freddy never would have believed would be on the Daycare’s door, regardless he had to go in. He pried open the doors and slid inside, he looked around and saw no one. Sun wasn’t anywhere to be found in the play area. Before Freddy could shout out his name…he felt someone grab his arm and yank him hard to the side.

“What are you doing here?!”

It was Sun, he was crouched under the Security desk but..he also didn’t seem like himself. He was shaking, looking around frantically…

“Sun, something weird is happening and I need your help with Gregory-“

Sun shot up fast.

“Gregory?! Where is he?! Is he safe?!”

“Yes, he’s-“

“NO! You can’t tell me!”

Freddy watched as Sun started griping at the rays on his head, looking from side to side…as if there was someone there, but Freddy was sure it was the two of them.

“Why…whats wrong?”

“Moon….something happened to Moon…I went and checked on Gregory and saw he was missing but there was a note saying he was moved for the time being. At that time the lights went out and Moon took over but…..Moony he….what he said…what he was doing it…”

Sun curled up holding himself. “Freddy you have to find Gregroy and keep him far away from Moon, he’s dangerous right now, I don’t know what happened but something got into his code and messed with his mind! So much so he……when I mentioned Gregory he started going around the Daycare in a frenzy. Not his normal frenzy but…more…demented, like….he wanted to….to….to…”

Sun started shaking and his eyes started glitching, Freddy backed up a bit…if that was true then Gregory wasn’t safe anywhere!

“Sun, I’m almost out of power….I need to find a recharge station and a place where Gregory can be safe. Is there any place Moon won’t dare look for Gregory?”

Sun shook his head. “Moon was designed to find any child who wasn’t napping, there’s no place in the pizza plex Gregory can hide that Moon can’t find them! Thats why I’m trying to find a way to keep the lights on at all times, it might be too dangerous to take him into-“

Sun paused….then looked at Freddy’s chest.

“F-Freddy….don’t tell me that-“

Then everything went dark, the lights powered down in a blink. Freddy; slightly startled, jumped back.

“NO! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE! LIGHTS ON! LIGHTS ON!”

Freddy watched Sun go into a hysterical panic, backing away from him. Freddy quickly moved around to the front of the desk and began backing up.

“Freddy run! Get out of here!”

The transformation started.

“RUN!!”

It was the last thing Sun said before falling to the ground, then came a pregnant silence…before a raspy voice was heard, followed by a demented chuckle.

“Naughty bear…..naughty beeeearr~”

Freddy watched….as Moon slowly rose from behind the desk, his eyes turned crimson and burning like hellfire. His smile was no longer gentle but demented and heinous, the same smile worn by a lunatic. He hopped on to the desk, his head spun about as he continued giggling like a sadistic child tearing the wings off an insect.

“Its pasts baby’s bed time, he must be PUNISHED!”

He lunged forward like a frog and was just a foot away from him, he stood up with his arms raised, fingers writhing like serpents.

Freddy quickly backed away but his systems were already beginning to power down into rest mode, he tried fighting it but his system was winning. He stumbled back on to his rear, his systems locking all his joints and he found himself on his back, arms instinctively wrapping around his stomach hatch to protect the precious cargo inside.

But Moon…easily pried his arms away and was about to pry open his stomach hatch, Freddy could only watch as he managed to crack it open a bit…in his fading sight….he spotted a shadow behind Moon…with long spindly arms…and clawed fingers wrapping around Moon…

An pulling him away.

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Moon growled and pulled himself free, spinning around he stared at his would-be assailant. It was a new animatronic that he could see but his program didn’t register it. It had a puppet like body, legs and feet similar to his own. It had pants similar to his but stopped short at the knee’s in a puffed style, black with a single stripe down the middle on each one.

“Who are you!?” Growled Moon.

The stranger stood up straight, one arm behind their back while a clawed finger tapped the ghostly smile on its painted face.

“My name….is Charlotte, like the spider and like the spider we’ve come to save an innocent creature from slaughter.”

Moon tilted his head.

“We? Heheh, its just you and I, Sunny can’t help you-“

“I wasn’t referring to Sunny.”

An with that Charlotte lunged and tackled Moon to the ground, the two tossed struggled. However Moon managed to pin Charlotte on her back, his legs pinning hers and his hands gripping her wrists.

He began giggling again. “Did you really think I’d let you waltz in here and boss me around? You couldn’t even beat me and now-“

Moon paused, Charlotte wasn’t struggling, instead just stared at him…then she began giggling…

Though insulted by this Moon wanted answers.

“Whats so funny?!”

“Sometimes older siblings ‘let’ their little siblings win to make them feel better….I let you win cause I know it would distract you.”

Moon stared at her…

”Freddy’s powered down and Gregory can’t-“

“Who said anything about Freddy, Gregory or even Sun….I brought someone who will do whatever it takes….to save you.”

Before Moon could comprehend the words, something large hooked both his arms and pulled him back. He then was pushed down into the playroom floor, face buried into the soft mesh. He felt something plug into the back of his head…

Then a powerful shock was sent through his body…and he blacked out once more.

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[Security patch upload commencing]

//Upload status: Program error found, removal and disposal commencing//

//Patch upload: 78%//

//Upload Status: Program error erased//

//Patch Upload: 100%//

//Eclipse mode now accessible//

[Rebooting: Safe Mode on]

——————————————————

Moon began coming back around again…his whole body hurt, what on earth happened?! One moment he was preparing a list of activities for the evening the next he was out faster then the Daycare lights at nap-time. If that wasn’t bad enough he could hear Sunny screaming out his name in fear…

“Sunny….wha-“

Moon slowly started to sit up, he looked up to see a very unfamiliar face staring back at him, a doll mask with a ghost smile…holding a crying Gregory in its arms. All the pain seemed to evaporate from his body as he shot up and was ready to snatch the infant from the stranger’s arms….if not for a pair of arms holding him back.

“LET ME GO! DON’T YOU HURT THAT BABY YOU FREAK!”

The stranger let out a sigh…of relief?

“Though the insult wasn’t necessary at least your back to your old self, don’t worry I have no intention of harming this child nor will I ever.”

Moon continued to struggle. “Easy for you to say, your a stranger and as far as I know you mean to cause that child harm! FREDDY LET ME GO RIGHT N-?!!??”

In his thrashing Moon turned and saw Freddy laying on the ground with his stomach hatch open…oh no what happened to him?! A quick scan showed…he was just low on battery, he was alright…but then if Freddy was there…who was holding him..an with such a tight squeeze?

“Moon I really don’t mean any harm, I’m a friend; a friend for life.” The ‘new friend’ walked up and gently tapped the arms around Moon, they slowly released him.

He scrambled forward and was about to take Gregory but took a moment to look at this ‘new friends’ accomplice-

…….Time froze….

Moon froze….

His eyes began glitching a bit..sharing the same body meant they could see and hear everything the other was experiencing…so Sun was treated to the same sight.

Standing there…before them….broken, slightly mangled but still the same…he gave a little wave to them.

“Hey Moony….Sunny…long time no see.”

Moon finally spoke….Sun overlapping with his…

“B-Bonnie?!”

End pt.18

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[ssgoosecookie]

Ghost enough

AO3 | FF.net

Of his two friends, Danny would have thought Tucker would suck him into a Fenton thermos first. After all, his aim was notoriously bad and the humour was right up his alley. Unfortunately, it wasn’t funny, and so it was Sam who had pointed the thermos at him.

A few weeks after the Lunch Lady, shortly after Skulker, before they really got into the swing of ghost fighting, and before Danny even discovered his ghost ray, Tuck suggested they go out on a patrol.

“We need more practice. Skulker almost wasted us,” Tucker said. “We need to grind out a few more levels before he comes back.”

“I’m in! Sam, ‘grind out levels’ means to get some experience by fighting low level monsters,” Danny said.

Sam rolled her eyes elaborately. “Whatever. I’m coming to make sure you two idiots don’t get killed.”

Which was unfair. Despite going out a number of times, they’d barely been in danger since the Skulker thing. Despite Amity Park being the “most haunted city in America”, they mostly found ghost animals. They still terrorized people, seeming unable to help themselves (the ghost mice that had backed some bakers almost into their oven being simultaneously the worst and most laughable example of this), and so Danny and his friends needed to go around and vacuum them up. But not scary. Barely dangerous.

It was almost routine. Danny’s ghost sense would trigger, sending him off in a direction until they heard screams. Then Danny would rescue whatever human was screaming, usually by punching the ghost, and then hit and kick and ram into the ghost at speed while trying to avoid having the same done to him. When the ghost was weakened, he’d throw them into the thermos’s beam, wielded by Sam or Tucker. Ding ding ding, experience!

Danny liked feeling like a vigilante super hero, like Spider Man or the Flash before he joined Justice League. Fighting was a thrill, more like a video game than Tucker knew. He could get hurt, but his ghost form was amazingly tough and so he rarely had bruises that lasted to the next day. Mistakes were easily forgiven and he always won in the end. Patrols were fun.

What they didn’t know when they set out that night was that the week of Halloween was always busy with spooks, and his first year was no exception. They normally found one ghost attack per night. That night there was another one every time they turned the corner.

The moon was nearly full, the only light on an abandoned street in a commercial district barring ghostly glow. Danny was in his fifth or sixth wrestling match. This one was with a ghost ape who looked so much like Samson it could be her sister. Though considering they were three blocks away from Amity Park Zoo, she was more likely a dead aunt, or grandmother, or mother…

Danny shifted his weight and flung the ghost off his body, trying to shake away the thought of this being a dead ape. She was a ghost and that was all that mattered. Plus, she was fast and terrifyingly strong, which he was reminded of when she bounced back up and tried to strangle him.

He was starting to feel his fatigue as a heaviness in his limbs, a lethargy before his powers activated, none of which was helped by the hands that closed around his windpipe. He couldn’t hold them back, scrabbling for purchase.

This was feeling less like a video game every moment. He didn’t have extra lives.

“Put him down!” Tucker yelled, and lobbed a rock at the gorilla’s back.

It wasn’t much, but the ghost wasn’t smart either. She turned to snarl at Tucker, whipping Danny around in front. Her fingers loosened just slightly. Danny worked his fingers between her hands and his throat.

“Uh… nice monkey…” Tuck said, backing away.

“Don’t harass the animals, Tucker!” Sam said. “Now, Danny!”

“All right, King Kong,” Danny said, flexing hard and ripping the gorilla’s hands from his neck. “You’ve climbed your tower. Now it’s time to come down.”

Danny grabbed the gorilla’s wrists, spun, and flung the gorilla towards Sam. Grinning, she uncapped the thermos, hit the button and activated the beam. Danny saw it coming in slow motion, engulfing the ape, and continuing on towards him.

From the moment Danny first used a thermos against the Lunch Lady, he knew that, at some point, someone would point it at him. He comforted himself thinking he was too solid, too human, to be reduced to energy swirling in the thermos.

He’d felt the suction before, of course. Sam and Tuck had been his thermos wielders almost since day one and the beam often skirted him. But he’d always been able to resist it. He was only half ghost, after all.

What a load.

The beam lit him up and what had been mild suction turned into an inevitable slide. Danny screamed—he couldn’t help it—and tried to fling himself away. Out of the light. Anything. But it held him tight like a tractor beam, and he felt the newly familiar but weird sensation of his form stretching. Spaghettifying. Thinning. Disappearing.

“Danny!”

A single look at Sam’s horrified face and then… nothing.

The thermos compressed him down to a thimble of size and tossed him, his non-body, to mix with the other ghosts inside the thermos. His body was gone but he could feel them, the other ghosts, sliding through him, giving him quick impressions of gorilla, squid, wolf, blob thing, all quiescent and resting. Only Danny was awake and frantic.

Danny was not too ashamed to admit that he freaked out. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel anything. He wanted to struggle but his muscles were gone. He screamed inside his mind.

He was only half ghost. He had a heartbeat and he needed to breathe and eat and… had the thermos killed him? Was he fully dead now? Was his human body somewhere out there, slumped over and he was only the ghost left behind?

Unable to help himself, Danny rocketed from one end of the the thermos to the other, searching for an exit, finding only the confines of the thermos. There were no gaps. No flaws. The thermos was his parents best invention to date. Built to contain ghosts.

And he was a ghost.

“Oh god, where did his body go? I thought he couldn’t…”

“Obviously he can! Oh man..”

“Tuck, what do we do?”

“Let him out!”

“All the other ghosts are in there!”

He could hear. Sam and Tucker were out there, somewhere. Danny strained his… not ears, not anymore. He had no ears, or eyes, or anything resembling humanity…

It was hard to hear them, to concentrate on what they were saying. They sounded worried. Frantic. Danny churned with anxiety, wanting to slam up against the edges of the thermos, but he was nothing. Energy swirling around a lunch container.

“We can catch them again. Let him out!”

Clanking, like rings on plastic-metal, and then nothing. Emptiness descended on him again, maddening in its absoluteness.

Oh god, let me out, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be a ghost.

Light! He inflated like a balloon, swelling and gaining mass. He slammed into something (but he could feel) followed by four other thumps. Everything was too bright. Too loud. Too close. His body remembered gravity and he collapsed in a heap.

But he was solid.

On all fours, Danny clutched his fists against the ground. He had ribs and breathing and his hands inside his gloves and the ground, the blessed ground, and air against his face. It was the best thing he’d ever felt.

The thermos powered up again. Purely on instinct, Danny flung himself off the ground and was across the room before he was fully aware of what was going on. He stopped halfway through the wall. Sam sucked up the other dazed ghosts and capped the thermos.

Tucker approached Danny like he was a wild animal, holding his hands out and speaking kindly. “Hey man, you okay?”

Danny pulled himself out of the wall and forced himself to laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine. That was… that was weird.”

Tuck accepted the deflection and relaxed. “Yeah! Man, I did not know that would happen.”

“Me either,” Danny said. Understatement of the year.

“I’m so sorry, Danny,” Sam said, shoving the thermos in her bag. “I didn’t think that…”

“It’s okay! No harm done.” Danny said, waving his hands.

Danny didn’t feel okay, but he wasn’t shaking either. He didn’t feel faint. His heart wasn’t skipping, his bowels stayed firmly in place, and overall he didn’t feel like he was freaking out. But he very much was, inside.

Did his ghost form not have enough of a nervous system to freak out? He could get angry, sad, happy, and a variety of other emotions, but he couldn’t recall his ghost form ever having a physical response to an emotion. His heart didn’t clench. He didn’t burst into tears. His skin didn’t crawl, his throat didn’t close up. He was okay and somehow that was not okay.

Danny desperately wanted to be human again. He wanted to feel. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t dead.

He wanted to freak out alone.

“It’s getting late,” Danny said, stretching as if he was tired. “That’s enough patrolling for one night.”

Sam checked her watch. “Might even make it for curfew.”

“Sweet.”

They split, Tuck and Sam heading off on their scooters. Danny waited until they left, checked for people, and then went human.

It took three seconds for it to crash down over him. Danny sank to the curb and put his face in his hands.

He was human. He was. He was solid (usually) and visible (mostly) and not dead (sometimes). He was breathing. His heart beat. He was human.

He could breathe. In, out. Jazz always said to breathe. Maybe not that fast, or that unevenly, or with hiccups at the end, but he was breathing.

“Danny?”

His head jerked up. Sam stood at the end of the street, pushing her scooter, helmet still on. Danny hastily wiped his face—when had he started leaking?—and jumped to his feet.

“I’m fine. Just… resting, I was tired, I’ll go home now. Night Sam!”

“Danny.”

Sam said his name quietly, without judgement, and it stopped his babbling dead. Danny clenched his hands.

Sam set her kickstand and pulled off her helmet while walking closer. He averted his eyes and stared at the asphalt instead of her concerned face.

“You’re not okay, are you?”

Danny hesitated, then mutely shook his head. Sam sat down on the curb and patted the spot he’d been. Danny sank into it.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said. “I should have been more careful.”

“Am I dead?”

Her head whipped around. “No! Of course not.”

“I fit in a thermos, Sam. My body was gone.” Danny gathered up the denim of his jeans in his hands. “What if I died and I’m just a ghost good at pretending to be human, and my body is fried somewhere inside the ghost portal…”

“Danny. Shut up.”

He shut, but the worries kept churning away inside him. Like churning through the Fenton thermos, back and forth, with no way out.

Sam took his hands to jerk him out of his thoughts. “I know you’re not just a ghost. Every ghost we’ve ever met has had a one track mind. Even Skulker was smart but not complicated. He’s a hunter, the end. They’re not capable of the same level of human thought.”

“What if haunting us is just their day job or whatever and they actually have a rich home life?” Danny muttered.

“If they’re out in the world, they’re obsessed. You’re not like that. You’re the same as you were before. You’re still Danny.”

Danny pulled his hands away from hers. “I could still be a ghost.”

“Maybe,” Sam said. “We might never knew exactly what happened with the Portal. But who cares? You’re still passing classes, and chilling with me and Tuck, and playing your stupid video games, and making lame puns, and more importantly, you’re using your ghost powers to save the people of Amity Park from dangerous ghosts. If you are a ghost, you’re a good ghost.”

Danny rubbed his face and the drying tear stains there, not even caring about the jibe to his jokes. “I guess.”

“I know.”

“It’s still weird.”

“Oh yeah. Fortunately for you, Tuck and I thrive on weird.”

Sam gave him a hug around the shoulders. She smelled like fruity shampoo and a little sweat from running around for patrol. Danny rested his head against hers, grateful he could feel and smell and see her.

After a few more seconds, she let him go and dug in her bag, producing the thermos. “I forgot to give you this.”

Danny took it from her with mixed feelings. “Is that why you came back?”

She shook her head. “I saw the light from your transformation. Tuck did too. He was gonna miss curfew so I said I’d see what was going on.”

“I’ll call him later,” Danny murmured.

His one hand nearly fit all the way around the outside of the thermos. It was so small.

Sam put her hand on his again. Danny appreciated the comfort, that she’d come back for him. Maybe it didn’t matter how ghostly he was. She accepted him anyway. She and Tuck both.

In a low voice, Sam said, “I promise I’ll never point it anywhere near you again.”

Danny shook his head. “If there’s a dangerous ghost and you have to risk it, you do what you have to do. Now I know it can happen, I’ll avoid it too.”

“Sounds like it was pretty terrible.”

“It didn’t hurt or anything, but it was… disorienting. Small.” Danny ran his hands over the surface of the thermos, feeling the solidity of it. Not sure how to explain how nothing he’d been. “I was mostly freaking out because…”

“You didn’t know if you were dead?”

“Yeah.” Danny looked at the palm of his hand. “In some ways I feel exactly the same. In others…” he made his hand disappear. That tingly energy lived under his skin, like the Portal had continued sparking inside of him.

“You took something that could have been really traumatic and turned it into something positive,” Sam said. “I admire that. That’s why Tuck and I are trying to help you do this. Maybe you didn’t pick it, maybe we don’t know all the consequences yet, but we’ll figure it out. Together.”

“Yeah,” Danny said. He sighed, blowing the hair out of his face. “You’re right. Thanks, Sam.”

“Any time.” Sam quirked an eyebrow. “And now, maybe you have more appreciation for the plight of factory farmed animals.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Sure, Sam.”

“Shoved into a tiny cage for their entire short lives, force fed antibiotics, living in their own waste, and killed brutally just to support this world’s overconsumption habit. It’s disgusting.”

While she was talking, Sam stood and offered Danny a hand. He took it.

Sam gave him a ride home on her scooter, talking all the while about the evils of commercial animal farming. Danny held onto her waist and sank into the familiar rising and falling of her voice, letting it soothe the last of his anxiety.

So maybe he was using patrols to distract himself from the question of whether he actually was a ghost. He’d told himself he had super powers, because if he said ghost powers, well that would mean he was a ghost. No different than that mindless gorilla, or the ectopuses, or the Lunch Lady with her mood swings of doom. Somehow, that turned their patrols from an action-adventure video game to some kind of survival horror. Sam and Tucker would never see coming that the real ghost was him all along.

But Sam and Tuck didn’t care if he was a ghost, and if they didn’t, why should he? She was right about one thing: he still felt like himself. He wasn’t obsessed like Lunch Lady or Skulker. The only major thing that had changed since his accident was being banned from handling glassware at school. He’d made the decision to fight ghosts a full month afterwards.

He was still himself, even as a ghost. His human form was mostly human, and his ghost form was mostly ghost, but he was always Danny. Maybe that was enough.

(It wasn’t always.)

[cornfarm]

waves against the rocks

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 2.0k

synopsis: you show saiki your powers. he’s unbearibly jealous, yet for the first time, he feels seen and understood by another person.

cws: mention of the reader having a bad family

genre: melancholic fluff

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

greetings... i promise i’m working on cease and desist part 2 but i keep starting one shots;; I ALSO DECIDED TO CHANGE MY TEXT FORMAT... i yoinked all the capital letters away... it feels a bit more liberating

whenever i make my crazy op self insert oc, i always think about how i can make them a foil/double to the characters i like. for example my gintama s/i is also a traumatized war veteran. i thought like... wouldn’t it be fun to write the reader character as a direct foil AND double to saiki? they have everything he doesn’t, but he has a lot that they dont and it’s like,., mutual jealousy.

i also wanted to write saiki properly empathizing with someone. aiura and toritsuka are so fun because they both have different moral compasses with their powers and how they’d like to use them. however despite the fact theyre all psychics, saiki can’t really empathize with either of them.

i wanted to have saiki be excited about something, and feel truly seen. empathy is a very powerful thing.

i hope the “ability” i chose isn’t too cringe;;;

i can’t help but feel like i write saiki ooc so feedback would be super appreciated!

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perception. the way people are seen by others, the mental images and sour thoughts rooted in nothing but misconception. the falsafied persona of greatness, beauty, and kindness. perception.

you kept saiki afterschool. tugging at his sleeve, you quietly asked “i need to show you something, stay here for a few extra minutes?”. he refused you at first, but you stayed firm, “i need you to stay.” fierce. he decided to stay.

but you stood before saiki, right? were you there? he suddenly felt a bit weary, head pounding at the thought of you. your name, voice, scent, failing to find matches in his library of records. when he thought of you, his brain flickered through the faces and names of everyone else he knew.

you were a gap, a void, a sudden unconjurable memory. it was horrifying. but he quickly accepted it. the body circling behind of him was none of his concern, because there was nobody there. he supposes he should go home now. why was he standing alone in the classroom anyways?

firm hands land on his shoulders, warm, present. he remembers why he’s here.

“it’s not that i’m invisible, it’s just that your brain can’t recognize me, and refuses to acknolwedge me as a thing that exists.”

like a wave crashing against a rocky shore, the void is filled. your voice, your scent, your name, all slotted back into place in his mental library. he recognizes the hands on your shoulders as yours. 

a hand snakes around and pushes up his glasses, covering his eyes.

“it’s not about visibility, it’s perception. you are unable to percieve me as a living thing, or of anything of importance. that’s why you can’t read my thoughts, and that’s why you’re so quick to give up trying to recall me.”

he’s practically trembling- you have one power. it was simple, but it managed to find a loophole around practically all of his.

“that’s terrifying.”

“right?”

you take your hands away and step in front of him. he adjusts his glasses properly.

“were you born with it?”

you nod, “it caused me trouble when i was a kid. i almost got left at an airport,” you chuckle.

“does anyone else know?”

“i’ve tried to tell my parents but they don’t believe me. they called me a liar and delusional, so i decided to stop trying with them. nobody else knows, i’ve never told any of my past friends either. when i found out about your powers, i thought maybe someone would finally understand. that’s the only reason i wanted to tell you.”

your lip quivers, “you believe me, right?”

truth be told, saiki’s stunned. he wasn’t expecting someone like you to have such an abrasive ability. despite how reclusive and fittingly unnoticeable it is, it was certainly powerful.

he’s jealous. you were able to freely aquire something he wanted- privacy, but he does believe you, afterall he just watched you waltz around him, outside of his keen field of view. 

“yeah, i do.”

you smile, bright and wide- you’re nearly trembling. was being believed that big of a deal to you?

you take a step forward and embrace him, wrapping your arms around his torso as your head presses against his chest. he goes a bit stiff, and glances at the door. “hey, someone might walk in-”

“it’s fine.” you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and oh. your eyes are glimmering, shining greater than he’s ever seen them, “they won’t.”

burying your face back into him, he tenataively wraps his arms around your back. you continue, voice muffled, “’m sorry, you’re the first person who’s accepted me. i’m happy.”

the emotional explanation for your actions ease him a bit, “it’s fine.” he states back.

you finally pull away, and for a brief moment as you lose connection, you flicker out of his view, but you come back in again, placing your hand on his.

“actually, i can touch you while using my power without you being affected by them, but i’m manually using it on you right now.”

“if you touch someone while making sure they still can’t see you, what does that make them experience?” his voice is clear, a bit fierce in tone. you always had trouble reading saiki, but you could tell that this was interest. perhaps he was threatened, but he was certainly intrigued.

“they might whirl around and look who’s touching them and account it to a person around them, but if not, they might think they’re having sensory hallucinations. i can also talk to people, but because my voice doesn’t have any weight to it, it’s almost like a hypnotic suggestion.”

“so you can brainwash people?”

“not necessarily,” you let go of his hand, you must have released your power, your eyes are dark, “if i suggest something to someone and it’s something mild, they’re more likely to do it because it already falls into their line of thinking. if i suggest something bold, they might do it thinking it’s an impulsive thought.”

“most people won’t do extreme things, they’ll read those as intrusive thoughts. but sometimes people think my voice is the voice of god, or a passed on relative, and will do intense things regardless of their judgement. others have poor impulse control, and some are just batshit crazy.”

you sheepishly scratch your head, “but i don’t really like having that much control over people. i don’t want to use my powers to hurt anyone.”

“do you want to use them to help people?”

you pause. it seems you’ve thought about this quite a bit.

“well my powers can’t help people. they give me the ability to help people, but they can’t help people directly. i think it’s a matter of it i’m strong enough to help people.”

“are you?”

“would you hate me if i said no? of course i lend a hand to my friends when they need it, but i don’t think i’m strong enough to really make a difference. i want to live peacefully.”

you look down at your hands, “i wish i wasn’t born with it.”

saiki felt unnervingly softhearted. he struggled empathizing with his peers, but his heart pounded in solemn familiarity. “i don’t hate you for that, i’m the same. having the powers i do means i have the responsibility of keeping the world in peace. people would be jealous of me for the self-fulfilling purposes i could use my powers for, but i don’t want to use my powers to hurt people. i don’t want to help anyone either. i just want to be left alone.”

guilt. guilt was a disease, just like jealousy is. it eats at you from the inside, and creeps up at times least expected. it left both of you hollow and empty.

“i wish i didn’t have powers,” he continues, “i don’t think i’ve ever properly experienced life in the way i’m supposed to, like everyone else has. i’m envious of you, you’ve had a bit more normalcy than me.”

“i suppose we’re equally unhappy, then,” you smile at him. he had been staring out the window, but he turns to looks at you. you’re leaning on the door of the classroom, tilting your head, you ask him a silent “walk home with me?”. 

“i mean,” you begin, “i’ve missed out on a lot. i’ve always had trouble making friends- my powers made it difficult for people to remain interested in me. i’ve gotten pretty good at controlling them, pk academy has been really good to me, but it doesn’t heal the damage it’s caused me.”

your teeth gnaw at your lower lip, “your family is so supportive of you, they love you so much, it makes me angry. i wish i could say the same about mine.”

it wasn’t too empty in the school, but your footsteps were loud and clear, both you and saiki walking in sync. saiki didn’t really know what to say, so he stayed silent. 

sighing, you continue, “i don’t want to be alone, but it’s too easy to be reclusive when that’s where you’ve always been. if you live a life of isolation, making friends is scary and draining,” a grim smile forms on your face, as if you’re trying to comfort yourself.

but saiki does have to admit that the two of you have much more in common than he initially thought. he quietly thinks to himself, perhaps he could use your abilities.

“y/n,” he begins, eyes meeting yours, “will you do me a favor?”

“yeah, what is it?”

he doesn’t like being indebted to people, but he wants to test your limits. you don’t give him the chance to ask, “you want me to use my powers while we walk out together, don’t you.”

his mouth falls a bit open, lips parting, “how did you know?”.

you laugh, “you’re not the only one who can read minds,” and reach out to wrap a hand around his forearm. he raises a brow at you, seemingly amused by your comment. he expected you to take his hand again, but your firm grip on his arm was admitedly unexpected.

he felt his heart skip a beat.

“well? are you doing it?”

“yup, you won’t feel any different though.”

walking down the steps together, people passed the two of you, strangers, familiar faces, teachers. nobody noticed.

the two of you passed toritsuka at the steps, but he paid no mind. “you know,” saiki started, “when i use my invisibility power, that guy can still see me.” 

“can he?” you murmur, your voice a bit low. 

“if it’s easier, you can just think what you’d like to say to me, we can talk that way.”

you squint your eyes in concentration, “like this?” you think to yourself. 

“yeah.”

you smile. you continue to hold onto his arm as he changes his shoes. 

“that must be frustrating, that he can still see you.”

he nods. he supposes if toritsuka can’t see you, then aiura probably can’t track you- and him, down either. 

“hold onto my arm while i change mine.”

without breaking contact, he gently wraps his fingers around your wrist. you hastily change your shoes, and slide your hand a bit up, taking his in yours.

“is it neccesary to hold hands?” he asks. his expression was nearly deadpanned, but the slight crease in his brows communicated just enough. he felt sheepish, a bit lost.

“no, but it’s nice.” 

teruhashi stands idly at the exit, waiting, doing her best to gently shake off the boys that surrounded her.

“she’s looking for me.”

“is she? do you want to talk to her?”

“no.”

you pause. 

“is she the reason you asked me to do this for you?”

he nods.

you turn and head towards the gate, but not before waving a hand in front of her face. you take a deep breath, before exclaiming a loud “teruhashi!”. she whirls around, trying to find the source of the voice, looking rather bewildered.

letting out a hearty laugh, you grin up at him. a slight huff of air escapes his upturned lips.

the two of you slip past the front gate.

“but you owe me something in return, i don’t give out my labor for free!”

he sighs, “what would you like?”

“wait, really? i was joking, you don’t have to do anything for me!” you double down on your demands.

“you say that, but i know you’re secretly hoping i’ll treat you.”

“shit, i forgot you can read my mind. that’s so invasive.” you pout, “not fair!”

“it’s fine, i don’t like being indebted to people, and you did do me a favor like i asked, so i’ll take you somewhere.”

you look a bit nervous, “really? you’re sure?”

“just accept the offer before i revoke it.”

you twirl in a circle, letting go of his hand and hopping a few steps ahead of him. “you’re buying me a nice coffee then!” 

he lunges out to take it again.

“sure.”

and once more in sync, both of your hearts skip a beat.

[chaoticcat32]

First(of many) vamp!Eddie fics I have

Eddie Munson was hungry. Scratch that, Eddie Munson was starving. He’d been wandering the woods for days ever since he woke up and escaped the upside down trying to find something to eat.

He didn’t understand why everything looked so small now, or why he was so fast, or why he had extra features he could’ve sworn weren’t there before. But those things were irrelevant, insignificant. No, the only thing on his mind right now was finding something he could eat.

Deer were too fast, birds flew away, other small animals burrowed underground or climbed up high in trees. It was utterly hopeless.

At least is was hopeless until he heard something. No, not something, somethings. They sounded big, not in comparison to him, mind you, but in comparison to everything else in the woods, the footsteps sounded like they came from something large.

Whispers could also be heard coming from the same direction. That was odd. None of the other animals in the forest could whisper. They grunted or chirped or squeaked or chuffed, but never whispered.

Then there was also a smell. A smell that seemed so familiar to him, yet he couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t familiar like the forest, but like something else, something from before. Before what? He didn't quite know yet.

Curious, the large beast that was Eddie Munson began to slowly creep towards the sounds and familiar smells. The closer he got, the more he could decipher what the voices were saying, and the stronger that sweet, familiar smell grew in his nostrils.

“What are we even looking for?” A young voice whispered. It seemed familiar.

“I don’t know, but there’s been reports of something big wandering the forest.”

Now that voice, that one he certainly recognized, but from where?

“And we’re the ones acting on these reports, why?”

A higher pitched, female voice. Not as familiar.

“Yea, didn’t hopper say to, you know, stay away from the woods?” For some reason, that voice conjured up the color red in his mind.

Confused and a little excited at the familiarity, he kept pressing forward, going faster this time.

“Because,” the familiar voice said, “the reports said that the thing had brown curly hair? A denim vest? Who else do we know that has those features?”

“Or, hear me out, it could be someone blaming even more shit on Eddie, saying that he’s a big scary monster now who’s eating people in the woods.”

“Yea, the reports also said things about pointy ears, claws, and sharp teeth. Not to mention, do you not remember the biggest thing about it? Literally, the biggest thing. Its size.”

“Shut up, we have weapons. I’m sure we’re more than equipped to deal with whatever this thing might b- what the hell was that?”

The closer Eddie got, the more and more excited he became. By the time he was close enough that the smell was so strong it was all he could focus on, he was almost in a full sprint.

The last trees separating him from the familiar scent and sounds came into view, as well as what was beyond them. About seven or eight beams of light whipped towards him when he was only fifty feet from his prize, blinding him momentarily.

One last giant leap and he’d cleared the last of the space, landing right in front of the group.

“Holy shit!” A young voice from a boy with curly hair and a baseball cap squeaked.

“Wow the reports do not do that thing justice it is huge and holy shit do you think it has rabies or something? It definitely has rabies, doesn’t it.”

The man in the center stood shakily, his light slowly making its way up to the beast’s face.

“E-Eddie?”

At this point Eddie could barely even contain himself, he was practically vibrating in excitement where he crouched, eyes wide and full of wonder. He found them! He found them! But why does he know these people? From where? It didn’t really matter at the moment, he decided, he was just so happy to see them.

Apparently, they were too.

“Eddie!” The curly haired one shouted, beginning to rush forwards.

An arm reached out, stopping him from getting to close.

“Wait, Henderson, it might not be safe.”

Right, Henderson. Dustin Henderson. He remembered that.

“What? You were the one all excited!”

“I know, I know, but look at him. How do we know it’s even the same Eddie?”

A look of fear and understanding crossed the smaller one’s face, and he slowly took a few steps back.

“Right.“

The one in front, the most familiar face and the one Eddie was most excited about stepped forward. As soon as he did, though, the smell of familiarity overpowered his nose and his stomach let out a loud growl, reminding him of how hungry he was. Eddie’s face contorted into one of discomfort, his ears pinned back, and he growled slightly, matching his stomach.

The man’s eyes widened, looking like they were about to pop out of his head.

“Shit…”

“Um, Steve?”

Steve! Steve Harrington! He remembered now.

“Yea?”

“Should we be running?”

Eddie took a step forward, overjoyed and excited that he remembered his friend.

Steve then whipped around and shouted a single word to the group:

“RUN!”

The others seemed to not need to be told twice and they all turned and fled, scattering in all directions, seeming to think it’d confuse the monster.

Steve, making sure everyone was out of sight, slowly turned back around only to be face to face with Eddie Munson. He let out a yelp of surprise and fell flat on his ass, looking up at the looming vampire.

“H-hey buddy, um, just take me.” He said, glittering pinpricks forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Just take me, and leave the kids and my friends alone!” He said, louder. “Please?”

Not wanting to argue with his stomach any longer, and feeling a surge of protectiveness over his friend, wanting to cheer him up, Eddie decided to kill two birds with one stone. The perfect solution, really, and shoved Steve Harrington into his mouth.

Steve let out a small whimper as he did so, Eddie’s mouth already full of saliva, quickly dousing the smaller man and ruining his perfect hair.

Eddie hummed in delight, licking over Steve, trying to savor the flavor of his friend as much as he could. His stomach was impatient, however, and demanded to be filled. Reluctantly, yet also excitedly, Eddie swallowed and sent Steve quickly sinking down his throat and into his waiting belly.

Eddie sighed, overwhelmed with happiness that he found his friend and that he was safely tucked away, protected from any danger that could harm him.

Steve didn’t seem to share the sentiment, however.

The poor man wept quietly within the beast. Relieved that his friends were safe, terrified that he was going to die, and full of sorrow that he’d never get to see said friends again. He’d miss them so much and he knew that they’d miss him too. Why’d it have to end this way, god damn it? Why couldn’t Eddie be like he was before and everything would be okay?

To say Eddie was confused would be an understatement. Those weren’t happy sounds coming from his gut, but why wasn’t Steve happy? Shouldn’t he be happy now that he found his friend? Everything was ok now, he was safe and protected, so why wasn’t he happy like Eddie was? Why was he so upset?

He knew his voice would be scratchy after over a week of unuse, but he knew he had to comfort his friend, make him understand he was ok. Determined, he managed to utter a single word, placing a hand on his belly as he did so.

“Steve?”

Just then, rapid footsteps coming his way made Eddie jerk his head up from looking at his stomach. A small figure with curly hair was sprinting towards him, yelling as it did so.

“Steve? Steve! Where are you? You weren’t at the meetup spot!”

The form in his stomach froze and began to shiver. The cries grew louder until he was full-on sobbing, yelling at Dustin to run, go away and save himself.

“No, no, no Dustin! Please Dustin run! Go away!”

Dustin had a horrified look on his face as he stepped up to Eddie’s stomach, listening to his friend.

“Oh my god! Shit! He ate you?! Shit, shit, shit!”

Eddie looked down at yet another one of his friends, overjoyed to see him. Maybe he should eat Dustin too, then Steve would see that it was ok! All he wanted to do was protect them after all! Making up his mind, Eddie leaned down and quickly scooped Dusting into his mouth as well, shaking with excitement.

“Dustin? Where the hell did you go?”

The rest of the group ran forward to be greeted with Dustin’s kicking legs dangling out of the vampire’s

open mouth, as well as muffled screams coming from the monster’s stomach.

“DUSTIN!” A chorus of voices shouted out all at once.

Eddie’s sensitive ears flattened against his head, and he quickly finished gulping Dustin down, turning and running off into the woods, leaving the group shouting and screaming after him.

Meanwhile, Steve looked up to see the entrance to Eddie’s stomach open up, letting a familiar head of curly hair through. The rest of Dustin quickly followed, falling into the small space with Steve.

“Why didn’t you run!”

“Steve! Wait, you’re ok?”

“Henderson!“

“I did! I did run, but we waited, and you didn’t show up to the meeting spot. We were all scared so I ran back to find you.”

“It was just supposed to be me! It was just going to be me and you guys would all be fine.”

“You hypocrite, aren’t you the one always telling us not to be heroes?”

“Yea, well you ruined my plan. It’s all for nothing now.” Steve said as fresh tears began to fall from his eyes.

“We’re both going to die in here.”

“Wait, Steve, haven’t you been in here for, like, half an hour now?”

“Yeah?”

“If something was going to happen, wouldn’t it have already?”

“I mean I guess… what are you trying to say anyways?”

“Maybe this really is Eddie, and he doesn’t want to hurt us!”

“But… then why would he eat us?”

Dustin just shrugs, and Steve pushes him over.

Outside, Eddie had stopped in a particularly large clearing and settled down. He put a clawed hand on his belly and gently rubbed, trying his best to soothe its occupants.

“Is- is he purring?” Asked Steve.

“I think so, and he’s rubbing his belly.”

“I can’t tell if he’s trying to comfort us, or he’s just enjoying his dinner.”

It was now Dustin’s turn to push Steve.

“I don’t think he’s gonna hurt us, I mean, if he was, wouldn’t he have already?”

“I guess so.”

Steve then looks up and calls out to their captor.

“Eddie?”

A small sound of recognition.

“Whatcha doin’ up there big guy?”

Eddie purrs harder and starts rubbing his belly more.

“Huh. So, I guess we just sit and wait for him to let us out?”

Eddie sat happily, knowing that his friends were ok and safe, also not crying anymore as well.

The rest of the group finally caught up to him, panting and holding their knees.

“You know, you really gave us a workout there, bud.” For some reason, the voice makes him think of robin. Like the bird?

Eddie looks at them and smiles, happy that the rest of his friends have shown up.

All of a sudden, a determined looking girl steps forward, a sawed-off shotgun clutched in her hand. She loads it and points it at Eddie.

“Now let Steve and Dustin out.”

The two boys inside, hearing the commotion outside and, more importantly, the click of the shotgun being loaded and probably threatening their big friend, began to respond.

“Wait, wait!” Steve shouted. “ We’re fine! We’re ok, he’s not hurting us, we promise!”

“Yeah,” Dustin added, “he’s really just a big softie!”

“You guys are ok?” The girl hesitantly lowered the shotgun.

“Yea, we’re fine, no need to shoot.”

A boy with black hair stepped forward and placed his hand on Eddie’s belly, looking up to the vampire’s face.

“You’re not hurting them in there, are you?”

Eddie shook his head. Mike, he remembered this one was Mike. His sister was holding the shotgun, Nancy. And the other girl was named Robin, she wasn’t a bird. He also spotted Will, Lucas, Max, Jonathan, and another girl he didn’t recognize with a buzzed head.

Eddie then leaned down and nuzzled Mike, sticking his tongue out to lick at the boy.

“Eww, that’s gross man.”

He then took the boy in his mouth and was about to swallow him too.

“Wait! Why are you eating him?” Shouted Will.

“It’s ok, man,” said a voice from inside. “He’s not gonna hurt us.”

Eddie then swallowed Mike, looking at the rest of them.

Will stepped forward and pet Eddie on the nose, laughing when he was licked as well. He was also swallowed down, and the rest of the group was reluctant to follow.

Not that Eddie gave them much of a choice, though he made sure none of them were too uncomfortable.

Eventually, all ten members of the group were gulped down into Eddie’s stomach, and he sighed, laying down to take a nap. Happiness buzzed through him as he purred at the feeling of all his friends inside him, safely protected by his gut.

The occupants also settled down,exhausted from all the running and fright, not to mention the fact that it was probably close to midnight by now.

Sighing, they all drifted off to sleep, one by one.

Before closing his eyes, Eddie uttered two words to his friends through the purrs:

“Goodnight, guys.”

[chudleycanonficfest]

A Million Possibilities

Day 3, Story #1 is by @honouraryweasley12

Title: A Million Possibilities Author/Artist: honouraryweasley12 Pairing: Arthur/Molly Prompt: First Date Rating: PG Trigger Warning(s) (if any): None

"So, is today the big day?" Rodney sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, clapping his friend on the back before grabbing a slice of bread.

Arthur Weasley stared down at his porridge, a sickly look on his thin face. He glanced slyly down the table at her, before returning to his breakfast with a sigh. "I suppose so."

"That's the spirit. The first Hogsmeade trip is at the end of the week. You don't want to miss the opportunity again, do you?"

"No, I don't." He'd badly wanted to ask her last year, but couldn't summon up the courage, fearful of the rejection. Over the summer, he'd resolved he would do it this year, but it was far easier to make those promises to himself when she wasn't so close, like she was now.

Rodney grinned. "Everyone knows you fancy her anyway, so you might as well get it over with and stop moping."

Arthur looked up at his classmate and frowned. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"What's the worst that could happen, eh? If she says no, you move on." He puffed out his chest. "We're Fifth Years now, we're practically adults. You've got to have some confidence."

Arthur shook his head and gulped. "I think it would be far worse if she said yes."

Just then, a boisterous laugh rang out from the end of the table, causing Arthur's head to shoot up and take her in.

"You've got it bad," Rodney remarked. "When do you think you'll do it?"

"After classes today. I hope I can catch her alone. That way when she rejects me, at least it won't be in front of her friends." The thought of it caused him to push the bowl away. "I'm suddenly not hungry."

"You'll be fine."

"I hope so." He suddenly stood up, needing a breath of air. "I'll see you in Potions."

Had he looked back, he would have spotted two pairs of eyes watching him with great interest.

~*~

"I can't believe how many assignments we've got. When are we supposed to study for OWLs with all of this extra work?"

"Mmm," was Arthur's reply, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"Did you even hear a word in any of our classes this morning?" Rodney asked, a smirk on his face. "Or were all your thoughts on one Miss Prewett?"

"Shut it," Arthur replied through tightly pressed lips. "Someone might hear."

"Too late for that."

The two boys spun around, only to find the identical grinning visages of Fabian and Gideon Prewett. Arthur gulped; the two Seventh Years were known for their magical prowess.

Fabian motioned to Rodney. "You go for lunch; we want to have a quick chat with Mr. Weasley here."

Rodney wished him good luck, and hurried off.

Gideon threw an arm around the younger boy's shoulders, even though they were about the same height. "We understand that you fancy our little sister."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with us, we know you want to ask her to Hogsmeade. You really shouldn't talk about such sensitive things in the Great Hall—you never know who might be listening."

Arthur knew his charade was pointless, his shoulders slumping. "I was planning on asking her. But you don't have to worry, I don't think she'll say yes."

"That may be, but we were coming to warn you about her."

Arthur pulled out of Gideon's grasp, affronted. "What?"

"Don't misunderstand us, we love our sister and would do anything for her, but she has a very… strong personality. We came to warn you not to get bullied by her. She can be rather overpowering, downright scary even."

"But you're two of the most powerful wizards in the school."

Fabian smiled. "Yeah, but we can't exactly duel our little sister every time we get into a sibling argument. There's actually very little we can do when she's made her mind up about something."

"That's one of the things I like about her, that she is very strong-minded, not to mention caring, and beautiful." Arthur was smiling but was broken out his thoughts by the gagging sounds the twins were making.

"Look," Gideon said. "You seem like a nice enough bloke, so we'll leave you to it. I will say this though—if we do hear anything about you being less than respectful to our sister, then you will have to deal with us. Do you understand?"

Arthur nodded quickly.

"Oh, and don't tell her we said anything. It wouldn't be good for any of us. Now, hurry along."

They watched as the lanky redhead turned the corner.

"Poor bloke," Fabian remarked. "He has no idea what he's getting himself into, does he?"

"He certainly doesn't."

~*~

"What was that about?" Rodney asked as Arthur flopped down and let out a groan.

"If the asking wasn't bad enough, now I have to worry about those two."

"Well, you can't be surprised, they are her older brothers. I hope it's worth it."

Arthur happened to look up, and that moment, caught Molly's eye. She flashed him a quick smile, but all he could do was grimace awkwardly before looking away. He missed seeing the flash of disappointment on her face.

"She's definitely worth it. From all the time we've spent together in class, or studying, or even just chatting in the Common Room, I really like her company. I just don't know if I can ask her out without losing my lunch."

~*~

Arthur exited their last class of the day with great reluctance, knowing that his time was up. As he walked to the Great Hall for dinner, he spotted the object of his affections walking in front of him with a group of her friends.

He felt a nudge against his shoulder from Rodney. "Now's your chance."

"Here goes nothing." Arthur took a deep breath. "Molly?"

She stopped and turned, giving him a smile before signalling to her friends to go on without her. Rodney sped past them as well, nodding at Molly before disappearing down a nearby stairway.

She patted her hair before addressing him. "Yes, Arthur?"

He surreptitiously wiped his hands on the back of his robes, before running a hand through his ginger hair. "H-how are you?"

"I'm well, thank you. How are you?"

"I-I'm fine."

There was a long pause, but Molly's encouraging expression was enough to spur him on. "As you know, there is a Hogsmeade trip coming up. Sometimes, that is, some people like to go to Hogsmeade with other people, not their friends."

He knew he was babbling now but couldn't stop himself from getting flustered. "I thought maybe that could be something you might be interested in."

She let out a small laugh, her cheeks rosy as she placed her hands on her hips. "Arthur Weasley, are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes, I am. Molly, will you go to Hogsmeade with me?"

"I would be delighted to. In fact, I've been hoping you would ask for some time."

Arthur was incredulous, his eyebrows flying up. "You have?"

"Yes, I have." She reached out and squeezed his forearm, letting her hand linger. "I thought I had been rather obvious in my attempts to flirt."

"Oh," Arthur blushed. "I assumed you were just being friendly. I did almost ask you last year, but I didn't think you'd say yes. Blimey, I didn't think you'd say yes now!"

"You had nothing to be worried about. You've always been sweet to me, and I've noticed."

He grinned at her, relieved to hear her say so. "So shall I meet you in the Common Room on Saturday morning?"

Her joyous expression mirrored his. "That sounds lovely."

He let out a breath. "Great! I'll see you then." He didn't know what possessed him to do so, but he stooped down and kissed her gently on the cheek, before walking away and smacking himself on the forehead.

The red in Molly's cheeks deepened, and she lifted a hand to her face, letting out a sigh of her own. Saturday couldn't come quickly enough.

~*~

He watched in awe as she descended the stairs into the Common Room, her flaming red hair pulled elegantly over her shoulder. A thin coat and a nice jumper were perfect for the fall weather, and she wore a long, loose skirt to complete the outfit.

"You look wonderful," Arthur complimented her as she reached him.

She beamed. "You don't look so bad yourself," she replied, sliding her arm through his. "Shall we?"

He nodded, dumbstruck that he was going out on an actual date with Molly Prewett. From the corner of his eye, he saw Fabian and Gideon watching the two of them, and he quickly looked away.

He was nervous but found making idle chit chat with her as they walked into the village to be rather easy. As the minutes ticked away, he felt himself getting more and more comfortable. It certainly didn't hurt that every few minutes she gave him a cute smile or laughed at one of his jokes. He felt drawn to her.

"Would you mind if we stopped at Scrivenshaft's?" Molly asked, breaking him out of his reverie.

"No, of course not. Running low on quills already?"

"No, nothing like that. I wanted to get some yarn. I took up knitting over the summer and want to continue practicing. I made this jumper, in fact."

"You did? That's incredible! I was admiring it earlier."

"You were admiring it, were you?" She winked at him, causing him to flush. "I'll just be a moment."

Arthur wrung his hands as paced outside of the shop, taking some deep breaths. Everything was going pretty well in his estimation, and he still couldn't believe that she seemed to like him as much as he liked her.

"Miss me?"

He nodded, reaching out a hand to take the bag from her. She grabbed his other hand and their fingers locked. He looked down, and then looked at her.

"Is this alright?" She asked.

He nodded again, and smiled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze which she returned. It seemed like a big step, to be holding hands so that everyone could see, and yet it felt right.

Molly's cheeks were glowing, and her eyes were sparkling. "Where to next?"

"I thought we might sit down somewhere. How about Madam Puddifoot's? It'll be quiet there. If that's fine with you, of course?"

"That sounds perfectly fine to me, Arthur."

The two walked through the village, enveloped in a bubble of giddiness. Arthur kept looking down at their joined hands. He already knew he was smitten with the red-headed witch.

The décor of the establishment was far simpler in the fall than at other times of the year, like Christmas and Valentine's Day. They were quickly ushered to a booth in the back and took their seats, facing each other. Once they settled in, Arthur took her hand in his again, resting them on the tabletop.

"This is nice, isn't it? Just the two of us?"

"No meddling family is a nice change, though it wouldn't surprise me if my brothers were in the next booth, listening in."

Arthur peeked at the next booth over and saw a couple snogging. "Don't worry, we seem to be safe here."

"You know about my brothers. Tell me about your family, what are they like?"

Arthur launched into a few tales about his family, which seemed to enthrall her before they were interrupted for their order.

"We don't have much, but we get on quite well."

"That's nice to hear. Some of my more distant relations on the Black side are quite… eccentric in their views of certain things."

"Oh, me too. I have some relations in the Black family, but we're not involved with them. I've heard their ideas on Muggles are rather disturbing."

"You're quite interested in Muggles, aren't you?"

"Oh yes," Arthur replied. "I find them absolutely fascinating, the way they come up with creative ideas and make things to make their lives easier without magic. They seem to come up with a million possibilities to solve a problem. Did you know American and Russian Muggles are trying to fly to the moon? Imagine that! I don't think wizards and witches would ever contemplate such a thing."

"It's rather cute to see you get so excited about it. Most wizards wouldn't."

"I know most people in our world would find it silly, but it is really interesting to me. I wouldn't mind working in Muggle Relations one day. I'm aiming for an Outstanding in my Muggle Studies OWL."

"Oh, don't remind me. I'm not looking forward to sitting those. It's going to be a difficult year, isn't it?"

He squeezed her hand. "Well, the year has started out brilliantly."

She waved him away but couldn't hide her pleasure. "I never took you for such a romantic."

"It's the truth. I've been hoping for this for awhile now. I've known you for four years, and I've fancied you for at least half that time."

She looked at him curiously. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you about that. I know I'm not the prettiest girl in our year, and I know I have a reputation of being somewhat bossy and strong-willed. Those don't seem like typical qualities one would be looking for."

Arthur grabbed her other hand in his.

"I happen to like the fact that you speak your mind and have your opinions. I've also seen you helping the younger students, and you're so generous and caring. I think those are especially important qualities in a person. I don't know what it is, but I feel so comfortable around you, like I can be myself."

"That's very nice to hear."

He leaned forward. "I also happen to think that you're quite fetching."

"You're a charmer, if I've ever met one."

"I'm serious. You are the prettiest girl in our year. At least to me you are."

She scoffed and shook her head. "I'll take your word for it."

At that moment, their server arrived with their tea and snacks, forcing them to let go of their hands and end their conversation. After a few bites, Molly continued.

"What did you get up to in the summer?"

"Well, we can't really afford to go on any fancy trips, but my family has a plot of land out in the country, near Devon. It's nothing special, but it's ours. We spent a lot of time there, cleaning things up. There's a small house on the property, so we fixed that up as well. I think my parents mean for me to have it when I'm older."

"Oh, isn't that nice! It sounds like a wonderful place. It must be beautiful out there."

"It's very peaceful. It seems like a nice place to raise a family. Not that I'm insinuating—" He dropped his fork with a clatter at that moment, causing her to giggle.

"You are a surprising one, Arthur. In a good way, though. I don't know of many sixteen-year-old boys who are thinking about such things."

"Oh, well, I guess I am a little bit odd then. I think it would be nice to have a big family one day, lots of little red-headed children running around."

"Who said they would have red hair?"

"Well, we both—" His eyes popped open, and he choked slightly on the scone he was eating, before gulping down his tea.

"Do you usually plan your entire future on your first dates? Is there a proposal coming?"

He shook his head, mortified. She let out a laugh and grabbed his hand again, entwining their fingers. "I'm only teasing."

After he recovered his wits, he couldn't help but respond. "I guess your brothers aren't the only troublemakers in the family."

"Certainly not," she replied, eyeing him mischievously while taking another sip of her tea.

They bantered on, talking about school, gossiping about their friends, and complaining about their teachers. The conversation flowed naturally until Arthur noticed other couples drifting out of the teashop.

"I think it's getting late; I suppose we should head back to the castle."

"Yes, we wouldn't want to get detention. Though I wouldn't mind it if I got to spend it with you."

As Molly finished up her tea, Arthur signalled to the server that they were done. After proudly paying their bill, he clasped Molly's hand again and led her out of the shop.

He peered around for a moment before setting off through the village, swiveling his head every few seconds.

"Arthur, is everything alright? We still have plenty of time."

"Y-Yes, of course."

"Then why do keep looking over your shoulder?"

"Oh… I don't want to say."

"I'd really rather you did."

Arthur stopped and sighed. "Your brothers threatened me if I did anything disrespectful toward you."

She frowned. "Those brothers of mine are going to get a piece of my mind. I'll have you know that I've had a lovely time, and you've been a complete gentleman."

"That's the problem, you see." He smiled down at her. "I would really like to kiss you right now… and not on the cheek this time."

"Don't concern yourself about Fabian and Gideon, I'll take care of them—and I'll decide what is disrespectful. Now, are you going to kiss me or not?"

He pulled her to a secluded area, away from the prying eyes of the other students. Cupping her face with his hands gently, he pressed his lips to hers. She responded and deepened their kiss, her arms wrapping around his narrow waist. It was bliss.

After they broke apart, they shared a smile and resumed walking back to the castle, hand-in-hand.

"Molly," he stated suddenly. "Will you go steady with me?"

"Go where?"

"Oh, it's a Muggle term. Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I would like that very much, my boyfriend."

His laughed bubbled up, unable to hide his happiness at the prospect. He was walking on a cloud as they made their way through the castle and up to the Common Room.

He realized his mistake too late, forgetting to drop her hand as they entered through the portrait hole. The were immediately set upon by Molly's twin brothers.

"What do we have here?"

"Well, you see—" Arthur began, only to be cut off by Molly.

"Arthur is my boyfriend now, no thanks to you two. Any attempts to threaten him in the future will be met with… a response. Do I make myself clear?"

Arthur was amazed at her gall and was even more amazed that they cowered at her words. If he wasn't already completely taken by her, that would have done it.

The two looked thoroughly chastened and agreed.

"Right then." Molly reached up and deliberately kissed him on the cheek in front of her siblings. "Thank you, Arthur, dear. I had a wonderful time. Shall we go study in the library? I'll go get my books."

He nodded, giving her hand a quick squeeze before they separated.

"Arthur, dear?" Gideon said after she left, his face screwing up in disgust. "I hope you're looking forward to a lifetime of that, Weasley."

That didn't sound so bad to him. He suddenly felt like the Muggles he was talking about earlier; it was like he had a million possibilities—now that he had Molly in his life.

[kkusuka]

Inarizaki <3

gang bang masterlist

You had been friends with The Miya twins for as long as you could remember, so it was only natural for you to follow their love of volleyball too. 

You wanted to become manager of the team, you really did! There was one tiny problem with that, you were painfully shy.

That was the real downside to growing up with the twins, they were both very confident and sure of what they wanted, they made sure you were dependent on them, and eventually you were. 

 So Osamu came up with the idea to start with baby steps!

Just come watch them for one practice! That’ll show you that they aren't that scary! And you believe them, so there you were, on the balcony of the volleyball gym watching the team start to filter into the gym. 

Of course that didn't last long, within the first ten minutes the coach noticed you. And he immediately told you that you had to leave because it was a closed practice. Mortified you tried to get all your stuff and not draw more attention to your already trembling self, but when do things ever turn out the way you want them too. 

One second you were a step out the door and the next you pressed against Osamu’s chest as Atsumu explained what was happening. He coach, not wanting you to just sit there decided to make you do a bit of paperwork.

And thus began our long journey with the Inarizaki college volleyball team!

So how would the fuckery start?

It would be during a regular team hangout when you were coming back from the bathroom and someone bumped into you and somehow landed with a hand on your boob and the other on your butt, with lips smacked right on yours!

By Who? None other than Mr. Osamu Miya. who just stared at you, lips still touching and in shock, until someone pulled him off of you. 

Not wanting to fall behind his brother, Atsumu pulled you up and started to kiss you too! Until Osamu pulled him off, which gave Suna the perfect opportunity to get your face to his.

This went on until Kita cleared his throat, but at that point you had lost your shirt, pants and bra. 

And it began!

It always starts with Kita, but He’ll normally ask Aran to help him! 

KIta will volunteer to be in your ass, being the good captain he is, he doesn't want anyone to hurt your poor little hole, so he’ll stretch it for you!  If he’s doing it alone, he’ll have your back to his chest and his head in the crook of your neck, sucking hickeys into it. He’ll set you up so you're riding him and everyone can see how perfectly your ass takes his cock. He knows it hurts sometimes and that's why he’ll play with your little nipples and he’ll circle your throbbing cilt, it’ll feel better in a minute, just let him get all the way in. 

“ That’s a good girl, you like this don’t you?”

“God , yer always so tight, it's like the first time over and over again” 

If Aran joins the two of you, some little things change. He still takes your ass, but he knows it can hurt more because Aran is trying to fit in your clenching little pussy. Shin will lay down with you laying on top of him, while Aran places you into the mating press. Sure he’ll let Aran pound into you with reckless abandon and he’ll play with you nipples and he’ll grind on your ass. And the second Aran is done he’ll bounce you on his cock and tell you how great you're going, and what a good girl you are doing for your captain. 

“You're moaning so much baby, you must like it when daddy’s in you” 

“Tell your captain how much you love fucking him, now” 

As soon as they finish in you, Suna has to get a close up as he does with every creampie you are given. They all just think it's so pretty <3

But of course Ren can’t be ignored for too long, and neither can Agaki.so them swooping you up next was not very surprising. With them is super simple, Omimi takes your mouth while Agaki gets free range of your holes. He usually prefers your pussy (who wouldn't). But sometimes he’ll start with your pussy THEN seat himself in your ass and just fucks. These two have unbelievable stamina, they just go and go, and they take you with them. 

“You're still tight, god you never loosen up do you?”

“I know you're being fucked, but you still have to suck baby. Yup just like that”  

After suna’s annual Creampie shot, you get hit with the quartette. 

Suna takes your mouth, it allows him to get the best shot of whatever's happening on your lower half. And you just suck so good, when he’s not pounding your head. He’ll hold the camera and with his over and he’ll hold your head down. He makes it a big show too, he’ll throw his head back and moan as loud as he wants. And when he finally cum he makes you keep it in your mouth and he’ll show the camera the load in your mouth and make you swallow with your lips open. (he keeps that part of the video for the late nights in his bedroom) 

“That’s it, I know you can take it deeper. Don't cheat me out now y/n” 

“Aw, what a pretty girl, ah ah, keep your mouth open, you can swallow when I say so” 

Next up! Mr.Ginjima, the ass lover. No seriously, he’s said it to your face. And he lets everyone know too, he moans and groans and snarls in your ears, all the while ruining your poor little hole. And his voice gets all raspy and deep. He’ll either put his hands on your breasts or, even when you're deepthroating Suna, he’ll have a hand around your neck holding his fingers down on your pressure points. 

“Fuck. you fuck-fucking whore, you love this, I know you do” 

“Yeah clench like that, be good, slut”

Ok ok, you have two more people and one hole. Can you guess where this is going?

Atsumu and Osamu know it hurts, they really do. It's not going to stop them, but they'll let you sit and try to adjust. Taking two cocks in one hole was never easy, especially when you have another on in your ass and another in your mouth. Osamu always takes it upon himself to rub your little clit while Atsumu praises you for being a good little cocksleeve. When they finally get to move the sweetness goes from something to nothing, they are ruthless. Almost immediately going into a punishing pace and keeping it up until they cum. The actual fucking is nothing compared to when they pull out and your hole is stretched and leaking with their cum. After they let Suna’s little camera thing happen, Atsumu always likes to test the stretch by trying to fit his fist in your weeping hole. Like everything he does, Kita has to stop him after four fingers so the next two can have their turn! No worries he’ll get you sometime later and try it out! 

“You feel that ‘Samu? She's clenchin’ so much, we might get pushed out if we ain’t careful!” 

“You're right ‘Tumu, we’ll just have to go faster so that wont happen.” 

That leaves poor little Riseki, he still acts like a blushing virgin when you're on top riding him for your life. He puts his hand on your hips and tries to guide you, and give you some pleasure like he had seen his upperclassmen do so many times before. It takes the Help of Kita for him to talk a bit during sex, and he had learned to share with Yuto, who takes your mouth. But these two are always under the command of their captain so you can thank him for how good it feels. 

“Rub her clit, she likes that” “y-yes, Captain” 

“I-it feels good right, p-please say it feels good” 

Little extra things for my fox babies: 

If Kita deems that you've been bad, he’ll have you put on a leash and you’ll have to service the team until you've made it up <3

Suna made a PornHub account of all the videos of you, and they get over a million views every time 

Riseki did not participate the first time this happened, he had already overstimulated himself by the time they said it was his turn (and Suna has the picture of when they put the two of you next to each other and commented about how fucked out both of you looked) 

Aran has asked Suna for  pictures of you and he has them in a little envelope in his duffle bag.

Atsumu has accidentally sent a video of you choking on his dick to Sakusa. (he says it was an accident but everyone knows that Atsumu like to show you off)

[mandoalorian]

Red Carpet [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]

Summary: you attend an awards ceremony with your fiancée, Maxwell Lord. It’s nerve-wracking, but he knows how to comfort you, and you even meet a few celebrities along the way.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: alcohol mention, allusions to sex

Word count: 2000

A/N: I wrote this while watching the BAFTAs and got inspired! Pedro looked so cute. Anyways there’s nothing better than some tooth-rotting fluff on a Sunday night. REBLOGS APPRECIATED.

Your heart was racing. You weren’t sure how he did it, or where he got the confidence from, but when you see him all suited up in his tuxedo and hair perfectly coiffed, you feel nothing but pride swell in your chest. You bite down on your lower lip and wrap your arms around him as he stands in the mirror and adjusts his black bow tie.

“You look amazing,” you coo, nuzzling your head into the crook of your neck but being extra careful not to rub your makeup on him. “Smell good too.” you hum, taking in the notes of sweet honey musk with a hint of spice.

He spins around and his hands immediately find your waist as his dark eyes rake your figure. You’re wearing a silver glittering gown that hugs your body in all the right places. “You look… breathtaking,” he murmurs, his warm breath fanning over your neck. When he pulls away from you, he sees the way you happily scrunch up your nose and his entire face lights up. “How did I ever get so lucky?” he asks.

You feel your cheeks flush with heat and you look down at the floor. You and Maxwell have been together for years now, but you still get a little shy whenever he compliments you. He finds it endearing though and his fingers tap at your chin, pushing it upwards so he can look you in the eyes again. He’s completely enamoured by you. You could do absolutely anything and it would capture him into a trance. 

Not once did he ever believe that he was someone capable of falling in love. That was, until, he met you.

“Are you nervous?” you ask, swaying your hips slightly. You’re nervous. You don’t want to say anything to worry him, but he can probably tell none-the-less.

“Not really.” he replies, checking his hair one final time. You’re glad he’s feeling okay. He’s always been good at talking to big audiences. You’re proud of him too. Knowing just how far he’s come.

“If there was a category for best infomercial, you would win.” You assure him and he lets out a laugh.

“Oh I agree,” He cheekily grins, linking his arm with yours. He’s not been nominated for an award, but he was hosting a category. Maxwell wasn’t exactly a A List Hollywood celebrity, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t famous. Everyone in the world knew his face and he was most certainly a household name. If it wasn’t from his commercials or speeches, it was from the lavish parties he held and all the reality TV guest appearances he starred in. “The limo is waiting. Are you ready?”

You grab your purse and nod your head. When you make your way downstairs to the car, his hand doesn’t leave yours once. You’re lucky enough to live in a pretty private enclosed neighbourhood with him, but the second you’re both in the city, there are flashing cameras everywhere.

The bright lights are overwhelming, and you wince as they blind you. He’s used to it though, and he makes full effort to shelter you from it. 

First thing on the checklist was to complete the red carpet. Knowing that there were so many cameras on you, and that your photographs would most likely be in the tabloids tomorrow, makes you feel uneasy. But Maxwell always knows how to calm you down. His hand rests on the small of your back and he whispers a few jokes in your ear now and again which force your lips to curl into a genuine smile.

If it was up to him, he’d spend every moment relishing the limelight and garnering attention. However, he knows you aren’t the biggest fan of it, so as you duck your head down, he makes it his goal to get you inside as fast as possible.

They’re all shouting his name and he politely waves. But once you’re inside, he makes sure you’re okay, and gives your arm a little squeeze. You can see him though, trying to take a peek outside. There are cameras and press waiting for him, you know that, and it was a big night for him. You’d hate to be the thing keeping him from enjoying himself.

“They want to see you,” you tell him. “You should go out and see them.”

“No,” he firmly states, shaking his head. “No. C’mon, I’ll take you to the bar.” He slips his hand into yours and goes to take you across the lobby. You dig your heel into the floor, refusing to move. When he looks at you, you’re smirking playfully.

“Just go. It’ll be good press for Black Gold. I’ll be fine.” you insist, flattening the palm of your hand against his chest. The material of his white shirt is soft and feels so luxurious.

He hesitates slightly, not wanting to leave your side, but he knows that there is no point in arguing. Besides, you have point. “I won’t be long.” he promises before kissing you. When he pulls away, you can’t help but grin, seeing your red gloss smudged against his own soft lips.

“Oh wait!” you laugh, licking your finger and wiping it off for him. “Okay, now you can go.”

When he heads back outside, they go wild for him. They’re asking him all these questions about what charities he’s considering donating to at his next fundraiser, or what his own personal thoughts are on the latest celebrity gossip. But, all he can think about is you.

“I always love chatting to you,” Maxwell flashes his charismatic television smile as he charms the journalist. “But my fiancée is inside waiting for me so I must be heading off.”

Maxwell realises what he’s done immediately after the words leave his mouth. Neither of you had come out and announced your engagement yet. Of course there had been rumours, when the paparazzi had caught shots of the enormous diamond rock on your finger, but nothing had ever been confirmed. The journalist looks overjoyed when he realises he’s the first to learn this information.

“Oh Mr. Lord!” he cries. “Congratulations. This is just terrific news. Do you have a wedding date yet?”

A pink blush crosses Maxwell’s cheeks at the thought of you on his wedding day. “Uh, no,” he answers. “But she wants a summer wedding.”

Maxwell finds himself gushing about you for a little longer than he intended, but he’s really not out there for too long. He’s inpatient to get back inside with you, and grab a drink. You already have a glass of whiskey waiting for him. 

You’re waiting at the high rise bar, your feet dangling from the stool you’re sat on as you sheepishly eye up all the famous guests who are waiting in the lobby. Maxwell jumps up from behind you and you almost fall off your chair, but in one swift movement, he steadies you and holds you tight.

“Maxie,” you mumble, thankful that he’s back with you. “I think I just saw Elton John.”

Maxwell gasps and looks around. “Where?”

You shyly point your finger into the corner, where a Elton John is standing, nursing a cocktail and speaking to--

“Is that Madonna?!” you practically yelp. 

Maxwell adores how excitable you get. “Why don’t we go say hello?”

You look at him as if he’s crazy.

“Max… that is Elton John and Madonna. I can’t--, we can’t… I’m--”

He shushes you and takes your hand. “But imagine how amazing it would be if we could get them to play at our wedding?” 

You feel your heart blossom at the thought but you’re still unsure. “I don’t know…” you trail off but he pouts and you take a deep breath. “Okay. Okay fine.” you sigh, giving in to his puppy dog eyes.

As it turns out, Elton John and Madonna were lovely people.

The awards ceremony is about to begin and you sit around a table which is relatively close to the stage. The seats are warm and made out of crushed velvet, and each guest is given a glass of the finest champagne. Around the table sit other celebrities.

Sure, being around Max means that you’ve met a lot of famous people in your time, but being in such close proximity to them would never not be scary. You weren’t born into wealth or success like the majority of people here were. As someone with a habit of being clumsy and easily flustered, you knew this lifestyle wasn’t for you, and you didn’t think it ever would be. But Maxwell was a natural and he fit in so well around these people. You’d always be there to support him.

You anxiously twist the engagement ring on your finger when he stands up and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I won’t be long,” he utters under the music. “Will you be okay?”

He’s due to go on stage in fifteen minutes and the crew has requested that he goes behind the curtains to prepare. You wish you could go with him. As long as you’re with him, you’re fine. You silently nod and he brings his hand down to your cheek, gazing at you with sparkling brown eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Go,” you laugh, swatting his arm playfully and then quickly rubbing out any crinkles you might’ve put in his suit. “I’ll be fine.”

He grins and kisses you one final time before disappearing into the crowd. When he’s out of sight, you decide to take a sip of your champagne, hoping the alcohol would relax you just a little bit. But then George Michael from WHAM! taps you on the shoulder, and you feel like your heart is in your ass.

“May I sit here?” He asks, pointing at the chair next to you. It’s unoccupied, other than your purse which was sitting on it.

“Oh! Sure!” you blurt out, doing your best to stay calm. The two of you sit in silence as you wait for the lights to go down.

“Do I know you?” George asks eventually, folding his arms across his chest. He looks somewhat bemused. “I feel like I recognise you.”

“Um, no. I mean-- you probably don’t know me. But I’m here with my fiancee, Max Lord,” you explain. “He’s presenting the ‘Best Actor’ category.”

“Oh!” George grins, slapping his thigh. “Of course I know Maxwell! He’s the oil guy!” George clears his throat before pointing his finger. “Life is good, but it can be better!” He impersonates one of Max’s most famous one-liners, and you laugh, nodding your head.

“Yep, that’s him.” you confirm.

“I actually invest in his business.” George tells you and you smile politely.

“Oh, well he’d be thrilled to know that.” you tell the star.

Not long after your brief conversation with George, the event begins. You’re so nervous for Max, but you know he’s going to do great. When he comes on stage, he’s just as bold and charming as you anticipate, and you have no doubt he’s swooning audiences all around the world. He winks at you before announcing the nominees, and you feel a flurry of butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s in his element and you love nothing more than to see him do the thing he was best at.

Max announces the winner and offers her a hug when she comes to collect the award, but all he can think about is heading back to the table so he can be with you for the rest of the night. Sure, he enjoyed all of this. But he loved being with you even more.

When he sits back down next to you, his hand travels under the hem of your dress and up your thigh. His fingers trace loving patterns into your skin. “I was thinking…” he hums quietly, the vibrations of his low voice enough to make a shiver run down your spine. “What if we just skip the after-party and go straight home?”

You’re baffled by his suggestion and shoot him a bewildered look.

“What? But you love parties.”

“But I love you even more,” he reveals, grinning at you dork-ishly. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to get that dress off you from the moment I saw you in it.”

You giggle and lean your head on his shoulder. Events like this were always nerve wracking, but as long as you were with Maxwell, you were in your happy place. Still, the thought of getting out of here and spending some one on one time with your soon to be husband was more than appealing.

“Let’s ditch.” you tell him, and you live for the smile he gives you.

You couldn’t wait to marry Max and be with him for the rest of your life.

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