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It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves



So, I got two asks today about Christmas stories:
**are you going to put your other Christmas story on here? Not trying to be pushy it's just easier to read them on here and I saw you linked others. I love your stories btw :â -â **
and
*I loved your Santa Five story. Would you be willing to do another like it? Something for the season? đđđ*
So, first of all, thank you so much to both of you! Wow! I was assuming the first ask was about this story? This is a multi-chapter one I wrote a year ago on AO3. It's a cross between It's A Wonderful Life and A Christmas Carol, with Five getting a visit from his guardian angel after he's not doing well without his powers in Reggie's new world, post-season 3 (written before season 4 came out). I will post it below.
In regards to the other ask, I won't be writing any new ones most likely this season, but I do have a couple other one-shots that were part of a series and that @kaybreezy3000, who is the co-author on them, and I are currently working on to make them into reader-inserts for tumblr. Those should be posted soon.
Thank you again and I hope you enjoy this sexy, sad, but sweet with a happy ending Five story! Have a wonderful holiday everyone! Cheers!
A Five x Female OC, 22k words, multi-chapter, cross-posted on AO3 from 2023
Warnings: Explicit sex, rough/angry sex, but also sweet sex, little bit of daddy kink
Chapter One: Candy
Number Five does not believe in God, or Heaven, or Religion as a whole. He knows what Klaus has told him, about the Void, and he knows heâs not lying. Itâs just that Five is a man of science and logic, and he operates on proven theories and facts. He figures whenever he dies someday, if there is something to see, then and only then will he develop a belief system. He doesnât really see the point in speculating about something that is inevitable anyway.
So, if someone were to tell him that guardian angels really existed, heâd laugh in their face. Heâd ask for proof; solid evidence on which they could base this claim. And when they couldnât produce any, heâd smirk in that knowing way, basking in the glow of always being right.
There was just one tiny flaw with not believing in the existence of angels, however, and that was the very real presence of the one currently lying naked in his bed.
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The seedy bar was mostly empty, occupied by only a few sad and lonely patrons that had nowhere better to go. The lone bartender looked about as despondent as his customers as he mindlessly poured the cheap whiskey and beer that they asked for. A few strands of red and white lights hung over the bar, casting a reddish glow over the dirty countertop, and someone had set up a sparsely decorated tree in the corner. Somehow, those small attempts at cheeriness just made the place feel more depressing. The jukebox playing âBlue Christmasâ for the third time in a row wasnât helping, either.
Five sat in a booth near the back wall, the table in front of him wobbling periodically on its mismatched legs. He was on his fourth drink. Or maybe it was five. He had lost count and frankly didnât care either way. He sat staring wistfully across the table, lost in his own dark thoughts.
Along with the number of drinks that he had consumed, somewhere along the line Five had also lost count of the number of years heâd been on the planet. He thought he was around 63, but then once you factor in all of the time travel, who knows exactly. Well, actually, he should know. He was the genius, or so he had thought. Calculating his age shouldnât exactly be a brain buster. Whatever it was, he was still younger than he felt, which was about a million years old.
Not that it mattered, really. He was here now, in this timeline, with no powers and nothing much to show for all of the effort heâd put into trying to save the world. The world was still standing, he supposed, but how much of that was him and how much of it was Reginald?
Five years had passed since he and his siblings had been dumped into this fucked up, dystopian world created by his former adopted father. He refused to think of him as anything other than an alien in human skin that used them all as living batteries and abandoned them without powers. What a giant dick.
Having no idea where to go or what to do was bad enough, but to be suddenly without the power that had coursed through his body his entire life was a real fucking drag. It took Five at least six months before he stopped trying to blink away from things or teleport as a mode of transportation.
Heâd narrowly missed getting run over by cars several times, and got his face beaten in more than once for running his mouth to the wrong people and then not having an exit strategy. He could still fight, but it was a lot harder without time and space manipulation on your side. Even now, every so often, he found himself staring down at his clenched fists in surprise when his body automatically tried to jump and nothing happened.
Not surprisingly, Five had found it difficult to adapt to normal life. Part of this was the years spent in isolation and not really having a good foundation for living a normal life in the first place. He had been told, on several occasions, that he lacked âbasic social skillsâ, and was âsurlyâ and âborderline psychoticâ, whatever that meant. If people couldnât deal with his attitude, so what? He wasnât exactly dying to make new friends, thank you very much.
He and his brothers had managed to stick together, despite a rocky start. And as much as he hated to admit it, he did love them, even if they were astonishingly infantile and annoying. He no longer had a sister, or at least one that he acknowledged. Allison was off living her best life, probably laughing at all of them. But the rest of them, they were ok. And they were all Five had.
All things considered, the past five years had been decent to his siblings. They still struggled with having their powers stripped, just like Five did, but overall, they were doing much better than he was. Diego and Lila had started a new life together, and now had an almost five-year old daughter. The fact that the two dimmest people on the planet were responsible for another human life was astounding, but despite all odds his niece was actually a delight to be around and insanely smart. Luther had found Sloane, although it did take a couple of years. He never gave up hope, and eventually he found her, convinced her to fall in love with him again, and they were now married for a second time.
Viktor probably had the most successful turn-around out of all of them and had moved a few miles outside of the city where he had opened his own music school exclusively for trans kids. Five didnât see him that much anymore, but they talked about once a week on the phone. As time went on, though, Five found they had less and less to talk about.
Klaus was still Klaus, albeit much happier. With no more ghosts tormenting him, he had found he had no reason to go back to hard drugs anymore. He still liked to grab an occasional drink with Five, but overall, he was sober and doing well. At least, Five assumed he was doing well. He actually had no idea what the hell he did for money, but he always seemed happy and well cared for. Maybe he had a sugar daddy or an old lady somewhere that took care of him. Five never asked and Klaus never volunteered.
Ben (the asshat version) was still around, but he kept his distance most of the time. He had tried to go crawling back to their dad at the over-the-top skyscraper that bore his name, but was quickly dismissed by security staff, saying that Reginald Hargreeves had no children. Ben had been obviously hurt and embarrassed, but since he never really considered himself part of the Umbrella family, he went off by himself. Occasionally he would check up on Sloane, though.
So, that left Five. There were only two things from his father that Five could say he was thankful for. One was that, on top of giving him his arm back, he had also added on a few years to his body when the universe was reset, so that Five had been 18 when they emerged into Oblivion Park. The other was that all of the siblings had found a bank card in their pockets, giving them access to individual bank accounts with a few thousand dollars in them, allowing them a chance to start a new life.
Five still lived in the small, crappy apartment he had found and rented back then. He could afford a better place now, but he didnât see the point in moving. It was just himself there and anything with a roof over his head and simple furnishings still felt like a luxury. He didnât have a job like the rest of his brothers, but he did have a steady income. Right from the start, he took half the money from Reginald and made investments that paid off nicely. The thought of working some dead-end office job at his age made him cringe, so he was perfectly happy to play the stock market from the comfort of his living room.
With no need for a car in the city, and no interest in a fancy apartment or house, Five had plenty of disposable income. Most of it was spent on his family, particularly his niece, who he liked to spoil as often as he could. He loved watching her face light up when he brought her a present and she was about the only person he would tolerate and enjoy hugs from. It made him happy to see her happy, with the added bonus of pissing Lila off by being her daughterâs favorite uncle.
The rest of his money went to his wardrobe. Afterall, what was the point in having a trim, young body again if you didnât put in an effort to showcase it? Between his school boy Academy uniform, scrounging for clothes in the Apocalypse, and the drab Commission-issued suits heâd had to wear throughout his life, he was finally getting a choice in his style. And while that was a small victory in the scheme of things, his finely tailored and expensive suit collection was one of his only pleasures in life.
Five had tried to fix things, in the beginning. He had tried to figure out what Reginaldâs end game was and how to take him down once and for all. Luther and Diego even got the taste for revenge, and for a while they were a small team. But after that first year, they determined it was fruitless. There was no way to get to Reggie, up there in his tower. He owned the city, literally. And without their powers, his forgotten children were no threat. Five never really gave up, though. He knew there had to be a way; he just couldnât figure it out. Even now, itâs always there in the back of his mind.
With his family off living their lives as best they could, Five was alone. Which you would think he would have been used to by now, but this time seemed different. Five had gotten used to having his siblings around again. Even if they were obnoxious and had the collective IQ of a fruit fly. He had liked talking to them, and fighting alongside them again. He had even liked fighting with them again. After all, everything he had ever done was for them.
Five knew that he needed to open himself up more. Itâs not like they didnât try to have a closer relationship with him. But he remained closed off for the most part, often alone. He knew the reason, too. He was angry. Angry at Reginald for landing them there, angry at the Handler and The Commission, who had really screwed him over. Or maybe he screwed himself over, he still wasnât sure how that worked. But most of all, he was angry with himself. And that anger was so big and so raw, that it was always threatening to burst out at any moment. So, it was just better that he kept to himself.
The same went for relationships outside of his family. They were constantly bothering him about dating or finding someone to settle down with. While they were all a little fucked up in the head, and maybe had some major daddy issues, Five knew he was different. He wasnât blind to women, despite what his brothers thought. Heâd even tried to date a few. But there was too much baggage, too many secrets. And that was not even including the mind/body age difference, which was a whole other complication to add to the mix.
Because of the constant turmoil inside, Five hadnât let himself get close to anyone. The last few ârelationshipsâ heâd had were nothing but one-night stands that heâd barely remembered the next day. And even those left him feeling guilty and even worse than he had before. Because what would Dolores say if she knew?
He had worked so fucking hard for everything, and for what? One time when he was drunk, he had asked Klaus that same question. Klaus had told him that he had saved them; that he had technically achieved what he had wanted, just maybe not in the way he had envisioned. But Five had just laughed and poured another drink. They didnât get it.
So, there he sat, alone on Christmas Eve, at a shit bar, drinking shit booze, and wondering what the fucking point was. He just couldnât find a purpose anymore.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he groaned when he saw the caller ID, but he answered.
âHi, Diego.â
âHey, where are you? I thought you were going to come over for dinner tonight. Everyone is going to be here.â
âI canât. I have plans,â Five answered dryly, his glass raised halfway to his mouth.
âBullshit. You donât have any plans, you just donât want to come.â
âIf you know that, then why did you ask?â
Diego sighed heavily on the other end and Five took another drink. Then he heard some shuffling and a small voice screamed into the phone, making Five wince and pull it away from his ear.
âHi, Uncle Five! Are you coming over? Are you bringing me a present?â
âGrace!â Diego scolded. âStop screaming into the phone, and also thatâs not polite.â
The girl ignored her father and continued talking loudly with her mouth way too close to the phone.
âMy mom said youâre being a grumpy twat. Whatâs a twat?â
Five couldnât help smiling. âIt means a really cool person.â
âOhhh! Ok. Well, I hope youâre coming for dinner and I hope youâre going to come over and watch me open presents tomorrow morning, too. Itâs Christmas tomorrow!â
âI know, Gracie, and I did get you a very nice present. I just donât know if Iâll be able to be there tomorrow morning.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I might be doing something else.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I just am.â
âBut why?â
Five ran a frustrated hand down his face. âCan you put your dad back on please?â
âOk. DAD!â
Five pulled the phone away again before he went permanently deaf in that ear.
âOk, hereâs my dad. Hey dad, youâre a twat!â
Five laughed loudly, unlike his brother.
âWhat the fuck, Five? If we get a call from the school saying sheâs calling the other kids twats Iâm giving them your number.â
âLila started it.â
âJesus, you two. Anyway, are you coming over or not?â
âNot.â
âYouâre kind of being an asshole.â
âThis is not new information to you, Diego.â
âFine. Well, Merry Christmas or whatever. Have fun drinking alone.â
âThanks.â
They hung up and Five set his phone down, lifting his glass back up. He shook his head. âFuck, I really am an asshole,â he muttered to himself.
As Five sat there, contemplating when he had become such a jerk, a waitress came over. He hadnât noticed any waitress before, just the bartender. But she sidled up next to his table and he looked up.
âCan I get you something, handsome?â
Five blinked at her a few times. She was extremely pretty, with long, thick black hair, dark eyelashes and full, red lips. But that wasnât the only thing that caught Fiveâs eye. She was dressed head to toe in what he could only describe as a slutty elf outfit. An extremely short, flared green skirt with red trim, and a tight red shirt that buttoned up the front. The neckline was so low and her tits were pushed up so high that Five was honestly perplexed at how she was keeping them from just spilling out altogether. The red headband in her hair was adorned with tiny bells that jingled anytime she moved her head. A brief vision of that headband jingling loudly as it banged against his headboard passed through his mind, but he was in no mood for company tonight. Not to mention, she was probably half his age.
The waitress smiled down at Five and spoke again after she received no response. âDid you want anything?â
Five looked back down at his half-full glass. âNo, Iâm all set.â
âAre you sure? Thereâs nothing you want that I can get for you?â
Five sighed, annoyed with her persistence, and flashed her his best fake smile. âNope. All good.â
She pursed her lips and put a hand on her hip. âWhat are you doing here on Christmas Eve? You seem way too classy to be hanging out in this dump. Donât you have a family to go home to?â
Five looked up at her, his eyebrows drawn together in irritation. âNot that itâs any of your business, but no, I donât have a family. Iâm here to drink and be left alone.â
She nodded thoughtfully, then looked around the bar again. âItâs pretty slow tonight. Mind if I join you?â
âWhat part of alone did you not understand?â
Pretending like she either didnât hear him or didnât care, the girl shrugged her shoulders and plunked herself down in the chair across from Five, her headband jingling. He gritted his teeth together.
âIf you donât have a family, then who were you talking to just now?â she pried.
âAre you always this annoying to everyone, or am I just special?â
She shrugged again, unaffected by his insult. âI just overheard you talking and saying you didnât want to go somewhere. Was that your family? Did they want you to come over for Christmas?â
Five slammed his glass down. âJesus! Look, I donât know what your angle is here, sweetheart, but I just want to be left alone. Go bother someone else.â
âI donât have an angle. And my nameâs not sweetheart. Itâs Candy.â She extended her hand out to Five, which he promptly ignored.
âCandy?â he asked, eyebrows raised. âThatâs a little clichĂ©, isnât it? Even for made up names.â
âItâs not made up! Thatâs my real name. Candy.â
âSo, whatâs your last name, Cane?â
She laughed, moving her head so the bells jingled. It wasnât a funny joke and Five wasnât being nice to her, so he had no idea why the hell she was still sitting there with him and laughing, of all things. He looked down at his glass, which was now empty from when he sloshed it all over the table.
âNo, silly. We donât have last names where Iâm from,â she answered with a giggle.
Five chose not to address that odd statement. âWell, then, Candy , looks like I could use another drink after all. And since you apparently have no other customers at the moment, would you mind grabbing that for me?â Five picked up the empty glass, waving it in the air to demonstrate the emptiness as he smirked at the waitress.
She frowned. âAre you sure you need another drink?â
Five rolled his eyes. âYou just asked me ten seconds ago if I wanted anything!â
âMaybe I wasnât talking about a drink,â she smiled, leaning forward so that her ample cleavage was even more on display.
As aggravated as Five was by her, his eyes were still drawn to her chest. Because of the buzz he had going, too, his look wasnât exactly inconspicuous. She noticed and ran her hand across her collarbone, drawing attention to the delicious looking divot between her clavicle and neck as she brushed her hair off her shoulder. He tried not to think about what it would be like to run his tongue across that very spot.
Five leaned back against the booth, his arm slung across the back of it. âThanks, but no thanks. Not interested.â
Candy pulled back in shock, even though she was still smiling. âI find that a little hard to believe, but thatâs ok. My feelings arenât hurt. As much as I would love to get inside those tight pants of yours, I can take a hint.â
Five leaned in again, speaking through clenched teeth. âThen if you arenât getting in my pants, and you arenât going to bring me a drink, I think our little conversation here is done.â
For the first time since sheâd wandered over, Candy looked a little bit at a loss of what to do. Then she smiled again and stood up. âOk, one more drink, Iâll be right back.â
When she turned to walk away, she glanced down at the black suede ankle boots she had on. One of the laces had come undone and she bent over, directly in front of Five, not even trying to hide what she was doing. Underneath the miniscule skirt, were an even smaller pair of red and white panties, striped like a candy cane. They were cut in a way that showed off a good portion of her ass and Five found himself staring yet again. He was also very glad she was not looking at him right then, because as he was caught in the tractor beam that was her tight little rear end, he licked his lips and let out a puff of air.
âDamn,â he murmured, hopefully quietly enough that she didnât pick up on it.
She righted herself and looked over her shoulder with a grin before she set off to get his drink. Just as Five was imagining a hypothetical scenario involving those panties and his teeth, she appeared in front of him again, fresh drink in hand. When she handed it over to him, Five paused.
âWhere did you..how did you get over here so fast?â
She shrugged again, and Five found that just that small action of her shrugging was really starting to get on his nerves. In her hand was her own drink of some sort and she took a generous sip.
âIâm a really good waitress, I guess.â
âHuh.â Five eyed her curiously as he lifted the glass to his lips.
Without any invitation, Candy dropped herself onto Fiveâs lap, her legs swinging to the side. Five gave her what he intended to be a very murderous glare, but considering her perky round tits were right under his face, it didnât have the same effect that it normally did. He kept his hands at his sides, not touching her in any way, but he also didnât push her off. Because her skirt was so short, he knew that the only thing between her and his lap were those little striped panties. He could feel the warmth of her thighs seeping through onto his. She may have been annoying as fuck, but he still had a brain and a dick, and sometimes those two things got very confused about which one was in charge.
âSo, if youâre not spending time with your family tonight, what are your plans?â
âTo finish this drink, stagger home, and pass out in my bed. If Iâm lucky, maybe I wonât wake up until Christmas is over,â he answered.
âWell, that sounds terrible. Why would you want that? Donât you like Christmas?â
Five shifted in his seat, the irritating jingling of bells now closer to his ears. âI used to.â
Candy nodded with a small frown. Then she placed a hand on his chest. âMaybe I can help you like it again.â
Five lifted his eyes to hers, raising one eyebrow.
âIâll let you roast your chestnuts over my open fire,â she purred with a grin.
He rolled his eyes. âSubtle. But, even after that cute show you put on for me a minute ago, and this little stunt youâre pulling right now, Iâll be going home alone this evening.â
She stuck out her bottom lip, shiny and wet with lip gloss and her drink. She traced one finger down the side of his neck and over the buttons of his white dress shirt. âThatâs a shame. I was really hoping youâd have a special package for me to unwrap later.â
One side of Fiveâs mouth curled up and his jaw twitched as he took another drink, trying to decide how drunk he was and how much of a hassle it would be to get rid of this girl in the morning. He leaned in closer, placing a hand lightly on the small of her back.
âSweetheart, I would shove my package down your chimney so hard and so deep, youâd still be feeling it by New Yearâs. But thatâs not going to happen tonight, Iâm afraid.â
She laughed and then nodded, like she hadnât expected him to say anything less. âI just thought maybe I could remind you how wonderful Christmas is. And maybe how to enjoy yourself a little more and stop closing yourself off to everyone.â
With narrowed eyes, Five lowered his glass that had been midway to his mouth. âWhat the hell are you talking about? You donât know anything about me.â
âI know a lot about you, Number Five. And I know that your family loves you and they wish you could have a full and happy life.â
Fiveâs hand flew up and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward and squeezing it hard.
âHow do you know my name?â he hissed in her face.
The girl only smiled again. âIâm your guardian angel, Five.â
He clamped down harder onto her wrist and roughly jerked her towards him again. âCut the shit. Who are you? What do you want? Do you work for Reginald Hargreeves?â
She had the audacity to laugh, those fucking bells ringing again. âOf course I donât work for your father. Like I told you, my name is Candy and Iâm your guardian angel. And Iâve been sent here to make sure you know what a wonderful life you could have here, Five. If only you could let yourself.â
âI donât know who the fuck you are, or what you want with me, but you have seriously underestimated what I could do to you right now.â
âOooh, I would love to find out all the things you could do to me,â she said, still not trying to pull her arm away or move off his lap. âI bet you could really put me on the naughty list.â
âHow about this? If you donât get away from me right this second, I snap that pretty little neck of yours?â he growled, digging his fingers into her wrist.
Candy sighed, rolling her eyes skyward and talking out loud to the empty air above her, gesturing to Five with her hand that held her drink. âI know, I knowâŠyou warned me. This is going to be a tough one, like you said, but I still think heâs hot, though.â
Five shoved her roughly off his lap and stood up, pushing the table back with a loud screech. âSince you know all about me, then you should know what Iâm capable of. So, keep that in mind; because if I ever see your face again, youâll get to witness it firsthand. Now get out of my way.â
He shouldered past her, out of the bar, and into the cold night air. All around him, just like every other day and night for the past five years, he saw the glowing signs bearing his last name. He paused and took in the giant Hargreeves Enterprises building that loomed over the whole city. The first few snowflakes of the night had started to fall, landing in his hair and onto his eyelashes. With another look back at the bar, he hurried off down the sidewalk. His apartment wasnât that close, and he had forgotten his coat inside the bar, but he didnât care. He needed to walk and clear his head and try to figure out what the hell just happened back there.
Five knew the girl had to have been sent by someone. But who? And why? Maybe she was sent from another timeline, here to stop him from doing something that will affect the future. But she didnât say that. She said she wanted to help him, which made no fucking sense. Then, to matters more fucked up, how the fuck did she know how he felt about things?
After a few more blocks, Five came to a bridge that spanned over a large river. He stopped halfway across, nearing the icy rail and peering down at the roiling and freezing water below. It was windy on the bridge, and he bent his head against the falling snow. He remembered how a year ago, heâd stood in that very same spot, looking down. He had been drunk and in a dark place, just like he was now. He hadnât gone through with it then, and he wasnât going to do it now, either. After everything heâd been through and survived, it seemed like a pretty stupid way to end things.
Five huffed out a short laugh, speaking into the empty dark night. âGuardian angel my ass. If that were true, where the fuck were you when I was wasting away in the Apocalypse? At least then I could have had something else to fuck besides my hand.â
âI was there with you, Five, but you didnât need me then. You do now, though, and youâre much too hot to just be flinging that body of yours over the side of a bridge.â
Five pulled the gun he was carrying out from his waistband, spun around, and pressed the barrel into the side of the girlâs head, clicking off the safety. She gasped a little, but otherwise didnât seem afraid. She had thrown on a red, faux fur coat over her skimpy outfit, but it remained open, blowing in the wind.
âWhy are you following me?â he yelled, a little more frantically than he had intended.
âI donât know how many times I can tell you, Five. Iâm your guardian angel.â
âForgetting for a moment that angels donât exist; if they did, I highly doubt they would look like you.â
She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. âWhy? Whatâs an angel supposed to look like?â
Five couldnât believe he was actually having this conversation. âI have no idea, but not someone thatâs dressed like they just came from working the pole at Santaâs workshop.â
Candy actually laughed, despite the very loaded gun pointed directly at her head and the blatant insult he had just hurled at her. âSantaâs strip club? Thatâs good! Oh! I bet it would be called âThe South Poleâ.â Her eyes flitted down to where Five had pulled out his gun. âAnd I wouldnât mind getting my tongue frozen to your pole.â
âShut up! Just shut the fuck up! God, you are annoying!â
âYeah, I get that a lot. But Iâm very delightful once you get to know me.â
âI highly doubt that. Iâm also not going to find out. Because, even though I could blow your brains out and throw your body into the river very easily right now, Iâm not going to do that. So, I highly recommend that you walk away from me before I change my mind.â
âOh, Five,â she said with a smile, running her hand down his arm. âYouâre not going to hurt me. Thatâs not you.â
Five blanched at her words, lowering the gun. Even though he had liked the feeling of her warm hand on his arm, he shook her off and got in her face.
âI have killed more people than you could ever know,â he snarled.
â263.â
Fiveâs eyes widened and he took a step back. âWhat?â
âI do know how many and itâs 263.â She pointed up to the sky and shrugged her shoulders. âWe keep track.â
Five didnât know what to say to that. His heart began to race and his hand trembled as he shoved the gun back into his pants, trying to process the craziest thing this woman had said to him yet. She was right; he had kept track, too.
Chapter Two: Christmas Past
âFuck.âÂ
When Five shivered against the cold, Candy opened up her coat, pulling it around his back as she stepped in closer to his side. âHere, let me warm you up.â She leaned in even closer and whispered next to his ear, her lips ghosting over his cheek. âYouâre an amazing person, Number Five, and I want to show you that.â
âHow?â Fiveâs voice came out soft, and he realized he was quickly losing his control of the situation.
Candy pressed her body into him, her arms circling his waist. When she kissed him, he didnât try to pull away. Instead, he felt himself giving in to her and the heat of her hand as she touched the side of his face with her palm. The snow was still falling and landing over them both, but Five was no longer cold. The heat radiating off of her body was more than enough to warm them both. His eyes fell closed as he felt her pull away just slightly, her voice sounding both far away, and directly inside his head.
âJust relax, Five. Let me remind you.â
âRemind me of what?â he whispered, although he wasnât sure heâd spoken out loud.
âWhen you were happy.â
Fiveâs vision started to fade; the snowy landscape around them shimmering like water. For a split second he thought he had his powers back. The sensation was the same. The same surge of energy through his veins, the pull of time and space on every molecule in his body. His heart raced with the possibility that his old self was back. But instead of appearing out of a portal, it was as if he stood still and his surroundings shifted into something new.
One second Five had been standing on a freezing bridge with Candyâs body pressed to his; and the next they were standing in the warm living room of the Hargreevesâ mansion. He was inside of his childhood home and Candy was holding his hand loosely in hers. None of this made sense and he looked to her for an answer. Instead of an actual explanation, she smiled cheerfully, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, and squeezed his hand.
âJust watch,â she chirped.
Five really had no other choice but to wait and watch, considering he had no idea what the fuck was going on. The main room of the mansion had been decorated for Christmas, with wreaths on every window, garland on the mantle above the fireplace, and a tastefully decorated tree in the corner. Looking up, he noticed that some of the trophy heads his father had collected had lights strung across their antlers and necks and he smiled. He actually remembered helping Ben string those up, with both of them wondering if they would get in trouble when Reginald saw. By some miracle, their father either didnât care or didnât notice, and the rest of their siblings had laughed and clapped when the oryx and wildebeest were suddenly illuminated with twinkling lights.
Fiveâs smile turned back into a frown when he realized how old that memory was. They had been around 8 years old then. How the hell was he seeing this now? Before he could question Candy, he heard the stampeding sound of multiple feet running down the hallway towards them, accompanied by loud shrieks of laughter. He watched in disbelief as the 8-year-old version of himself, along with the rest of his brothers and sister, came clamoring into the room.
Five immediately ran his hands over his face and down his arms, fully expecting his body to start sweating and itching like crazy. But he felt fine, and he didnât feel the normal paranoia creeping in. Maybe it was the denial, though. He looked back at Candy, who was watching him, and she shook her head with a smile.
âDonât worry. Thereâs no psychosis here. Itâs more of a flashback or like watching a home movie. Theyâre real but they canât see us.â
Five rolled his eyes. âSo, weâre doing the Christmas Carol thing? How original,â he muttered.
Despite his suspicions of all of this, he went back to watching the scene in front of him. He remembered that exact Christmas Eve because it had always been his favorite. They were still too young to have officially formed the Umbrella Academy, and so life was a little freer than it would be in the coming years. Even though they fought sometimes, and formed alliances behind each otherâs backs, that was all forgotten at Christmas time. Everyone was happy and getting along. Their mother brought in a tray of seven mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows and each kid excitedly grabbed one.
Five watched his younger self double over with laughter when Diego stuck a marshmallow up his nose and shot it into Lutherâs mug. He couldnât remember the last time he had laughed like that, and seeing it was both heartbreaking and uplifting. He smiled, wishing so badly he could step out of whatever bubble Candy had put them in and warn his little innocent self not to ruin his life on a whim just to prove a point.
âI remember this Christmas,â Five said to Candy, not taking his eyes off of his family. âKlaus and Allison had written a stupid play called âThe Unhappy Christmas Treeâ and forced us all to be in it. We performed it for our mother and Pogo on Christmas morning.â
His supposed guardian angel laughed. âAnd what part did you play?â
âIâll give you one guess.â
âThe unhappy Christmas tree?â
Five nodded and chuckled. âI had absolutely refused to speak any lines or sing their dumb song, so they made me stand there covered in garland with a star on my head while the rest of them performed around me.â
âI bet you were an adorable little tree.â
âI donât know about adorable. I was a pretty pissed off little tree, anyway.â Five sighed and shook his head. âOf course, you would have thought it was worthy of a Tony award based on our motherâs reaction. Not that that was real in any way, but it made Allison and Klaus feel good.â
âDid your father enjoy it?â
Five snorted with derision. âFuck no. He never would have lowered himself to actually spend time with his children. No, Iâm sure he was either out with his high-society crowd, or up in his office planning our eventual demise.â
They watched in silence for a few more minutes as his young family laughed and played. They really were a real family once upon a time, all seven of them together. Here was the proof. Ben was alive and Five hadnât even thought of time travel yet. They even included Viktor in everything back then. Fiveâs chest tightened with the emotion of a lost childhood and he turned to Candy.
âMake it stop,â he told her, his voice cracking.
âBut thereâs more to see, donât you want toââ
âNow,â he demanded harshly. âStop doing whatever youâre doing.â
She looked sad, the smile that she always seemed to wear fading and she nodded her head slowly. The time travel sensation was back and gone just as quickly, and they were back on the bridge with the wind and snow whipping around them.
âWhat the fuck did you do to me?â Five yelled at her, yanking his hand away.
âI brought you back to a happy moment in your life. So you could remember what it used to feel like.â
Five wiped aggressively at his face, telling himself that it was wet from the snow, and stumbled backwards away from her. âStay away from me, whoever or whatever you are!â
Candy raised her arms up and let them drop back down to her sides in frustration. âFive, please! Iâm trying to help you.â
âStay the fuck away from me! Understand? If I see you again, I will kill you!â he yelled into the wind.
He took a few more steps backwards, to make sure she wasnât going to follow him, but she stayed where she was. Then he turned around and headed towards his apartment as fast as he could without breaking into a sprint.
Head down, Five pressed on for the few remaining blocks, not daring to look behind him. He didnât know what had happened back there, or who that woman was, but he wanted no part of it. She probably drugged his drink at the bar and everything he had seen was a hallucination. That was the only logical explanation. Logic aside, it had still scared the shit out of him, and Five did not like being the scared one in any situation. He liked to be in control, and back there he had let himself lose control. All because she had pressed her body against his and kissed him.
So what if she was insanely hot, and had a nice ass and her tits were perfect? And so what if she was actually nice to him, even though he was being a dick to her? She was clearly insane. Even attractive people with amazing boobs could be insane, he reminded himself.
When he finally reached his apartment, Five hurried inside and shut and locked the door behind him. He stood shivering with his back against the door, breathing hard and flexing his frozen fingers to try and warm them up. He was still a little tipsy from the bar, but after what heâd just been through, he needed another drink. Striding over to his small, drab kitchen, he pulled out a glass, pouring a generous amount of bourbon, and tipping it back to swallow it in one gulp.
âFuck,â he said out loud to no one, grimacing from the burn of the alcohol.
Before he could think what to do next, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, startling him back to reality. With a glance at the screen, he sighed heavily, but was actually grateful for someone else to talk to. If only to make sure he wasnât completely losing his mind.
âHello?â
âHeyyy, Cinco! We miss you buddy, where are you?â
Klaus was just about as loud as his niece had been, and Five found himself pulling the phone away again.
âIâm at home,â he answered flatly.
âWell, what the hell are you doing there? Itâs Christmas Eve, Fivey!â
âIâm aware of the day.â
âThen why would you want to be alone? Come hang out with us. We miss you!â
Fiveâs heart tightened just a little on hearing that. He missed them, too. A little, anyway. But he stayed silent.
âYouâre not still mad at me for spilling guacamole on your suit jacket that one time, are you? Because it really was an accident.â
Five pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and closed his eyes. âNo, Klaus, I am not mad about that. I just donât want to come, ok?â
There was a pause. In the background, Five could hear the rest of his family being loud and obnoxious as always, with Lilaâs voice carrying over all of them. âKlaus, donât waste your time with that crabby old fart. Let him be miserable and alone. Thatâs clearly what he wants.â
âWeâd really like you to be here,â Klaus said apologetically.
âYeah, sounds like it.â
âFivey, come onââ
âReally, Klaus, Iâm fine. But as Lila said, donât waste your time on me, because Iâm not coming.â
âCan you at least tell me why?â
Five huffed angrily and raised his voice. âBecause maybe I just donât want to spend Christmas with you people, ok?â
There was silence on the other end and Five immediately felt like shit. Klaus didnât deserve that. None of them did. Why did he have to be such a stubborn asshole all of the time?
âYeah, ok. Ten-four, big bro. Have a nice life.â
Five watched as the call went dead and he slammed his phone on the counter.
âFuck,â he said quietly. But as usual, no one was around to hear it.
He was still wet and shivering from the snow, so after a quick check out the window and a glance at his locked door, he went into his bedroom to change. He just needed to go to bed and go to sleep, that was all. Whatever drug that girl put in his drink would wear off by tomorrow, and maybe then he could think straight. Then maybe he would go over to Diegoâs in the morning and apologize; if he wasnât too hung over, that is.
After pulling off his soaked shoes and socks and peeling off his shirt, Five was in the process of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly when he heard it. Those fucking bells. He paused, his hands on his waistband as he listened with his heart pounding loudly in his ears. There was no fucking way he had actually heard that. He must be going crazy. But then he heard it again, and he gritted his teeth together.
When he stormed out of his bedroom, there she was. Standing in his kitchen, helping herself to his bourbon, and looking like she had every right to be there. Her red coat had been discarded in the living room, thrown onto a chair. Five also noticed she had thrown her boots off by the door. When she saw him, she smiled happily and raised her glass.
âThis is good! I see why you like it.â
Five wanted to scream or yell or do something. Something other than what he did do, which was to stammer incoherently and run his hands so hard through his hair a few strands were pulled out.
âWhat theâŠhow did youâŠgod damn it! How the fuck are you here?â
He looked over at his door, which was still dead bolted from the inside. If he had been freaked out before, that was nothing to how he was feeling now. Candy, however, only tilted her head like she had no idea what he was talking about and took another sip of her drink.
âAngels donât need to use doors, Five. I thought that was common knowledge.â
She shrugged her shoulders, drawing his attention to the smooth skin of her collarbone again. He really wished he could stop thinking about running his lips over that skin and wondering how it would taste. He did not want this girl here. He wanted her to leave him the fuck alone. Heâd been very clear about that.
âGet. The fuck. Out,â he spit out between clenched teeth.
Candy ignored him and hoisted herself up onto the kitchen countertop, wiggling her sparkly red painted toes. Her skirt was riding up far enough that Five was able to get another glimpse at those red and white striped underwear of hers. She made no attempt to try and hide them and she looked Five up and down, only just then realizing he was standing there shirtless with his pants halfway undone. She raised her eyebrows.
âDamn, Fiveâ she exhaled quietly. âYou can deck my halls anytime.â
Fiveâs eyes darkened and he strode over to her, muscles dangerously flexed, and he grabbed her around the neck. Only inches from her face, he hissed menacingly as he pressed his fingers in harder.
âI told you I would kill you if I saw you again, didnât I?â
Candy clasped onto his wrist, but she didnât seem panicked at all. In fact, it looked like she was trying to smile.
âYouâre not going to kill me, Five.â
He tightened his grip again and he heard a small gurgle in her throat.
âWhat makes you think I wonât?â he snarled.
âBecause I think youâd rather do something else to me,â she breathed out.
Fiveâs chest was heaving and his teeth were bared as he stared her down, his fingers not loosening from around her slender neck. Up close like that, he could see down her shirt and he realized he was standing between her legs, with the inside of her thighs brushing against his hips.
âIs that really what you want?â he growled as he leaned in even closer. âYou want to get fucked by some stranger on Christmas Eve? Right here, in this shit hole apartment?â
He saw a small twitch at the corner of her mouth and she inhaled as best she could while he was choking her. Five could feel the intense heat pulsing off her body again, just like when they were out in the snow. She looked him directly in the eyes and nodded.
The one ounce of resolve he had left in him to not let his lust for this woman take over in any way dissolved immediately with that nod.
âShit,â he cursed to himself in between his heavy panting.
Her head was slammed back into the cupboards behind her as Five moved his hand to the back of her neck and kissed her brutally, his other hand sliding roughly up her skirt and onto her hip, where his fingers dug into her skin.
Five leaned down and sucked a dark bruise on to the delicious looking indentation next to her collarbone. He heard her hissing inhale from his teeth scraping against her and he let up, grabbing a handful of her hair.
âI donât think you know what youâre getting yourself into here, honey. Because Iâm not the nice guy you think I am.â He kissed her roughly before pulling away again. One hand was still in her hair while his other traveled around the font of her skirt and he pressed his entire hand between her legs, pushing his palm hard against her until he heard her let out a little moan. âYou are going to get fucked hard and rough, and Iâm going to come inside of you because I donât really give a shit about anything anymore.â
It hadnât been a question; his drunk self just blurted it out there. He waited for her to tell him to drop dead, or to finally realize who she was dealing with and leave him alone for good. Instead, she reached down and pressed his hand in harder and smirked.
âItâs not nice to tease.â Â
With a vicious smile that was more like a snarl, Five pressed his body into hers so that she could feel his hard on grinding into her thigh. He left more bruises over her neck as he eagerly bit and sucked at her skin.
âGet these fucking panties off.â
With one hand he yanked the tiny red and white striped underpants down, letting them fall to the floor while he started fingering her under her skirt. He watched with satisfaction as her eyelids fell closed and she tipped her head back with a low groan.
He wasnât gentle with her, but she seemed to like it, and even in his inebriated state he knew what he was doing. Five pushed his groin into her again, rubbing himself against her while he stroked the soft, wet folds between her legs. She was starting to roll her hips into his hand, urging him on with the way she was panting, her chest heaving and her breasts pushed up against his chest.
When Five began finger fucking her, hard with two fingers, her moans came out louder and she thrust her hips into him.
âOhhhâŠyes,â she whined, her hands clutching the edge of the countertop.
With another growling noise, Five pulled his hand away, leaving her gasping for air. He ripped open the front of her shirt, the buttons pulling apart and exposing her breasts. The bra she had on was striped just like her underwear. He pushed the shirt the rest of the way down her arms and let it fall off of her.
âLetâs see those tits youâve been shoving in my face.â
Five reached around and unhooked her bra, throwing it on the ground. The sight of her perfectly round breasts displayed before him was too much and he let out a pathetic noise from deep down in his throat. He couldnât wait any longer, he needed to fuck this girl and he needed to fuck her now. Candy watched, breathing hard, as he unzipped his pants the rest of the way.
âFuck, FiveâŠI knew you would have a big package to load into my sleigh.â
He was filled with nothing but rage and lust when he pulled her forcibly by her hips, shoving her skirt up around her waist. With one hand he began stroking his straining cock while the other grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back so she was forced to look at him. Her mouth gaped open and her rapid breaths were loud and rasping.
âTell me you want this,â he demanded through clenched teeth.
She nodded as best she could with his fist in her hair. He shook her slightly and her head hit the cupboard again, the bells on her headband jingling.
âYou havenât shut up all fucking night, so donât stop now, sweetheart. Tell me you want me to fuck you.â
âI want you to fuck me,â she whimpered quietly as one side of her mouth turned up in a half smile.
Five let go of her hair and positioned himself carefully, using his hand to slip the head of his cock inside of her. She sucked in a sharp gasp at the same time that Five sneered in her face.
âI am going to ruin you.â
The first hard thrust all of the way inside pushed her back and she cried out while grabbing onto his shoulders for support. Five had her hips and ass held tight in his hands as he began to pound into her hot, wet core. Candyâs headband continued to jangle pleasantly each time the back of her head hit the cupboard behind her.
âFuuuck,â Five groaned out.
âOh my god youâre good at this,â she moaned. âKeep fucking me like Iâm your ho ho ho,â she added with a smile as her head bounced off the cupboard in time with each âhoâ; those god damn bells ringing.
âShut. Up.â Five panted. Then he reached up and grabbed her headband, flinging it across the room, the bells making one final, sad tinkling sound as they hit the linoleum. âJesus, I hate that thing.â
Candyâs laugh was quickly cut off by another desperate moan as Five banged into her over and over again and she clutched at his shoulders. In contrast to his apparent anger and viciousness towards her, he couldnât help pulling her closer. He liked her impossibly warm skin and the weight of her body on his. He began to kiss her mouth, hard and hungry, sucking at her lips and tasting her tongue on his. She was delicious, like her name, and he kept going back for more until he was clutching her against him and feeling the soft skin of her cheek under his palm and her firm tits pressed against his bare chest.
âWhatever youâre doing to me, stop it,â he begged her as his lips grazed over the corner of her mouth.
âItâs not me, this time. This is all you, daddy.â
âOh, fuckâŠI like that,â he groaned into her neck.
âI know you do,â she smirked.
He was still drilling into her hard and fast, and Five could tell that he was doing something she liked because she finally shut the fuck up. The only sounds he heard were the slamming of his body into hers and her whines and cries that were getting louder and more pleading. Her fingers were digging into his skin and her head was thrown back.
âYesâŠplease,â she gasped in between more of his voracious kisses.
He felt her release against him as she clung to his body with her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands on his back. Her body seemed to give off a shimmering glow as she climaxed and she felt even warmer to the touch, her hot walls pulsing around his dick.
Five picked up his pace, slamming even more violently into her as he chased his own high. He felt like he wanted to break her, to crack her open with each thrust of his hips. He wasnât even angry at her anymore, but she was the outlet for his chronic rage and he poured every ounce of it into her. It was unrelenting as he shamelessly used her as a way to get his rocks off and maybe a little relief from the constant ache of resentment he felt every day.
The aggression and ferocity kept building until finally Five couldnât take it. He was barely aware of her existence anymore, just mindlessly penetrating her over and over again. His own orgasm came hard, and he did exactly what he said he was going to, coming inside of her with no warning. Sweating, shuddering, and with a final long, low grunt, he finished unloading into her and fell limply against her body.
âDamn it,â Five groaned sadly under his breath as he rested his forehead against his shitty cabinet door, her hair brushing against his cheek.
He was still breathing heavily, but he wasnât pent up with rage anymore. He felt the inevitable shame washing over him like a thick, creeping fog. He had let his anger and fear get the best of him, and he had taken it out on her. When he felt Candyâs fingers threading lightly through his hair at the back of his neck, he flinched and drew back, pulling out of her and stepping away.
He immediately zipped his pants back up and pushed his hair off his face. He was having a hard time looking her in the eyes, but he watched as she hopped casually down from the counter to retrieve her bra and panties that had been thoughtlessly discarded on the floor. Once she had them back on again, she stepped closer to Five. He had no choice but to look at her.
âWow,â she breathed out with a satisfied smile. Her eyebrows creased together when she saw his expression. âWhatâs wrong?â
Five wasnât sure how to answer that question, considering it seemed pretty fucking obvious to him. He looked away from her again, turning back to the bottle of bourbon on the counter. With a shaky hand, he poured more into his empty glass. Then he felt her hand on his arm and he turned back around.
âYou didnât do anything wrong, Five. I asked for something and you gave it to me. I know you were mad, but thatâs ok. Thatâs what Iâm here for. To make you feel better.â
âThatâs what youâre here for? Jesus, what kind of fucked up thing is that to say?â
She sighed. âSee, this is exactly why I needed to come down here. You think youâre this cold-hearted, uncaring person, but Iâve seen the real you. And you have so much love inside you, Five. You just need to figure out how to let people see it.â
Five turned his back on her, bracing his hands on the counter so that the muscles in his back tensed and flexed and he let out a short, sarcastic laugh.
âHow can you even say that, afterâŠâ His voice trailed off, too ashamed to finish the sentence.
She placed a hand on his back. âCan I show you more?â
âMore what?â he asked miserably.
âWell, even though one of my objectives tonight was to take a ride on your Polar Express, that wasnât my main one.â
Five rolled his eyes at her stupid innuendo, but he also had to fight down the smile he felt creeping up. He turned to face her again, crossing his arms over his chest.
âAnd now I suppose this is the point where you show me another vision or whatever it is and I come to some conclusion that life is just one big fucking ray of sunshine?â
Candy shrugged her bare shoulders, standing there in just her skirt and peppermint striped push-up bra. If Five had been in more of a romantic mood, he would have thought she looked adorable. Instead, he just rolled his eyes again, thankful that at least that fucking headband was gone.
She took another step towards him, prying one of his hands away and taking it in hers.
âDonât you trust me?â
He shook his head slowly. âNot even a little.â
Chapter 3: I'll Stuff Your Stocking
With another soft smile, Candy placed her hand on the side of his face, just like she had done on the bridge. She leaned in to kiss him, so softly and sweetly that Five couldnât stand how much he loved that feeling. Just like he had gotten lost in the sensation of kissing her while he roughly fucked her, he was losing himself again. He didnât care about whatever it was she wanted to show him. He wanted to keep kissing her while her warm body was against his. There was something comforting about it and he let himself relax into her.
When he opened his eyes, he and Candy were fully dressed again, standing in another warmly lit home, with her hand clasped in his. He shook off the strangely familiar feeling of teleportation and glanced around. He knew exactly where they were and he let out a disappointed groan.
âHere?â he asked, turning to Candy with a pointedly annoyed look. âOk, I get it. Iâm a big jerk that everyone hates. Can we go now?â
Candy shook her head with a smile, and Five noticed the fucking bells were back on her head.
âSorry, thatâs not how it works.â When she saw his unamused face, she laughed. âHey, I donât make the rules, I just carry them out.â
Five reluctantly turned back to the scene before him. It was happening in real time, on that same night, and he watched his entire family as they gathered around Diego and Lilaâs small but cozy living room.
âShit,â he muttered under his breath and he felt Candy squeeze his hand.
âSo, why isnât Uncle Five here again?â Grace asked, as they all took seats and she sat on the floor surrounded by presents.
âHe is just very busy, sweetie, thatâs all,â Luther lied.
Diego and Lila exchanged eye rolls behind their daughterâs back.
"Iâm sure youâll see him soon. Now, why donât you go ahead and open up the presents everyone brought for you?â Diego said.
Distracted by the presents from her other uncles, Grace started tearing into the paper while everyone watched. Five felt a stabbing sensation in his chest, knowing she was asking about him and he hadnât even had the decency to show up.
He and Candy watched as the little girl opened each gift, and each time she held one up to show everyone, Five would scoff, growing increasingly agitated.
âBarbies? Please. She doesnât even like dolls!â
âShe already has Candy Land! I know because I bought it for her two years ago. She cheats, by the way.â
âPink fuzzy bunny slippers. Ok, Klaus, youâre supposed to pick out things for her, not you. Gracie hates pink. She likes purple.â
Five was getting more and more worked up as Grace continued to open her ill-thought-out gifts. He was gesturing wildly to the scene in front of them and looking over to Candy in disbelief.
âOh for fucks saâare you seeing this? Dr. Seuss books? Her reading level is much too advanced for those.â
Candy stood silently next to Five, watching his reactions with her usual smile. Grace finished opening her presents and thanked and hugged everyone politely. But Five could see she was secretly disappointed.
Candy finally piped up. âToo bad you arenât there to give her your gift. You seem to know her the best.â
Five huffed. âWell, itâs not that hard to figure out what a kid likes. All you have to do is pay attention once in a while. Dumbasses.â
âWhat did you get her again?â
Five hesitated. âA telescope. I told her how I used to look at the stars every night when it was just me and Dolores and she said she wanted me to show her. I was going to take her outside of the city so we could see them better.â
Candy nodded. âWhen were you planning on doing that? Before or after your very busy plans of getting black-out drunk all by yourself?â
Fiveâs eyes narrowed, but he didnât say anything. What could he possibly say? She was right. He had no excuse as to why he wasnât there with his family and doting on his niece like he loved to do. Only that he was a selfish asshole.
âAlright, so are we done here?â
Candy shrugged, and Five noticed the bruises he had left on her neck and chest were gone. âThatâs up to you. Have you seen enough?â
Five turned back to his family. Grace had already slipped away from the group of adults, leaving her new gifts on the floor untouched. He was about to tell Candy that he had seen enough, when he realized his siblings were talking about him.
ââŠcouldnât take ten minutes out of his busy schedule of tossing off to mannequin catalogs to hang out with his family?â
Five flipped Lila off, even though he knew she couldnât see him.
âI donât know, I feel bad for him. Heâs been through a lot.â
Surprisingly, Luther was defending him. Then Klaus spoke up.
âI know, but havenât we all? And weâve somehow managed to get on with life.â
âYeah, but we have each other. He doesnât have anyone,â Diego added.
Lila snorted. âWell, he could have if he tried even a little bit. Itâs like he loves being a miserable little shit.â
âI do want him to be happy, though,â said Viktor.
Klaus sighed and nodded. âYeah, me too. Itâs just too bad he canât let himself. Iâm not sure the old man even knows how anymore.â
After that, the subject switched to something else and Five was left standing there with a dull ache throbbing in his chest.
âThatâs enough,â he said quietly to Candy.
She nodded and took his hand again. The room started to shimmer and then disappear altogether. In a second, they were back in Fiveâs apartment. Candy was back to wearing nothing but her skirt and bra, her red headband lying on the floor where Five had so rudely flung it. Five was wearing just his pants, which only brought back the shame he had been feeling earlier. Shame heaped on top of shame.
âI thought you said you were supposed to make me feel better.â
âI am!â
âWell, then youâre terrible at your job because I feel shittier than before. Maybe you need to go back and take a guardian angel refresher course.â
Candy laughed. Because of course she would. âIâm sorry, Five, really. But canât you see how your family just wants you to be happy? And little GraceâŠshe loves you so much.â
Five nodded and leaned against his kitchen counter, hands braced behind him. âYeah, I heard. And thatâs great. But I just donât know ââ his voice trailed off and he looked away from her.
âWhat?â
âI donât know how.â
âTo be happy?â
Five nodded.
âFive, everyone has the ability to be happy. Some people just have to work for it a little bit more than others. But I have no doubt in my mind that you could be if you just tried.â
Five flung his hands up in frustration. âYou keep saying that! How can I try to be happy? That makes no sense. You either are or you arenât. Itâs not like I can wake up in the morning and say âGee, I think Iâll be happy today!ââ
âActually, thatâs exactly what you can do.â
Five sighed angrily, but stayed quiet. She obviously didnât know what she was talking about, and was the worldâs worst guardian angel. Amazing body; terrible angel.
âWhat do you think Dolores would say?â
Eyes flashing and jaw set, he glared at Candy. âDonât talk about Dolores,â he warned.
âIâm just saying, maybe if you listened to her ââ
âSTOP! RIGHT NOW!â he shouted, his voice loud enough to make ripples in the bottle of bourbon next to him.
Candy put her hands on her hips, tipping her head back and exhaling loudly. A piece of her dark hair floated upwards from her exasperated breath. With her head back like that, Five could see the love bites heâd left on her neck, renewing his guilt.
âWow, you are making my job difficult,â she spoke out loud, to him and to whoever else was listening above.
When she looked back at him, her normal smile returned and she let her arms relax at her sides.
âOk, how about this? You take some time to reflect on things, while I go take a much needed nap in your bed.â
âA nap? Now?â
âYes. You are very exhausting,â she huffed. Then she smiled and winked at him, reaching out to run a hand down his arm. âIn more ways than one.â
As she sauntered past him, towards his bedroom, Five continued to stand in one spot, thoroughly confused. Just when he thought he had her figured out, sheâd trip him up again. He had shouted at her, insulted her, and angrily banged her into his yellow, Formica countertop. And what had she done? Nothing. Nothing but continue to be sweet, and encouraging, and sexy. Damn, she was sexy. But why was she still here? He just didnât understand.
After a few minutes, Five wandered over to his bedroom doorway. Candy was under the covers, lying on her stomach with her head on his pillow, on the side of the bed he normally reserved for himself. He tried not to let that little fact irritate him, though. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing soft and rhythmically.
"Why are you here?â Five asked out loud.
Candy opened her eyes slowly and smiled when she saw him standing there.
âWhat do you mean? You know why Iâm here.â
âI mean, why are you still here? Iâve been awful to you. I threatened to kill you, I screamed at you. Nothing Iâve done has been nice. And youâre still here. Why?â
She propped her head up on one hand. âThose things donât bother me.â
Five took a few steps into his room, closer to the bed. âThey donât bother you? How?â
âBecause I told you, Five. I know you. The real you. And I know you donât mean any of those things. Iâm not scared of you.â
As he was mulling that over, he came and sat on the opposite side of the bed. âIâm sorry,â he mumbled.
âI know.â
He looked at her, lying there in his bed, looking serene and peaceful despite everything that had happened. âReally, Candy, I am sorry. Iâve treated you like crap and you donât deserve that. Even if I still think youâre a lunatic.â
She laughed and nodded her head. âItâs ok.â
With another, longer look at her, the sheet hanging loosely over her, he realized something. âAre you naked?â
Candy giggled and nodded. âAll guardian angels sleep naked. We generate a lot of heat, so itâs much more comfortable that way.â
Five blinked a few times and swallowed. Apparently being sorry for treating someone like shit did not deter instant boners when that someone was a beautiful woman lying naked in your bed. He shifted, pulling at the crotch of his pants.
"I guess itâs a good thing that I got you as my angel instead of a 300lb hairy man.â
âAh, that would be Todd. I actually fought him for this job. So, youâre welcome.â
Five wasnât entirely sure if she was kidding or not, but then she laughed at his confused face, which made him smile in return. He still sat there on the edge of the bed.
âSo, are you going to keep me company under these covers, or do you want to just sit there in your uncomfortably tight pants?â
âOnly if thatâs what you want.â
She nodded.
With a grin, Five stood up and shed his pants while Candy looked him over with an approving smile. He slid into bed, close to her so that he could run a hand gently down her back and over her tight butt. She was still lying on her stomach and she wriggled under his touch.
âWhat, no clever Christmas-themed sexual innuendo, this time?â he teased.
âI canât think of any good ones right now.â
âHmmmâŠâ Five leaned in close, his hand resting on the small of her back. âHow about I stuff your stocking and give you some of my special eggnog?â
Candy burst out laughing, burying her face in the pillow, before looking back at his smirking face. âI knew you were funny! See, you just need to loosen up a little.â
He looked thoughtful as he continued to trace soft lines down her shoulders and back with his fingertips. When he pushed her long hair off to the side, he saw what he hadnât been able to before. Two angel wing tattoos, intricately drawn on each of her shoulder blades. He let out a soft laugh as he touched each one lightly.
âSo, what did you have to do to earn these?â
âNothing. Standard issue.â
âI thought guardian angels were supposed to do something special to earn their wings. You know, like every time a bell ringsâŠâ
She shook her head with a smile. âNope. Thatâs just in the movies. We all have them. This is just my Earth version. My real wings would look a little too obvious down here.â
He looked at her dubiously, with one eyebrow raised. âThen what do you get if you successfully turn me into a believer?â
âI get to stay.â
âStay where?â
âHere. On Earth.â
He let out a loud, short laugh. âWhy in the hell would you want to stay here?â
She shrugged. âI like it here. You have the ocean, and the sun. Rain, trees, snow, buildings, cars, people. Oh! And the food! Itâs all so wonderful!â
Now Five really thought she was bat-shit crazy, but he didnât comment. She continued.
âItâs an incredibly difficult wish to have granted, though. Thatâs why they gave me you. Or rather, I chose you.â
âAnd why is that? Whatâs so special about me?â
Candy smiled coyly, shifting her body over so that she was pressing Five back into the mattress by his shoulders. She climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs and letting the covers fall off of her.
âBecause you, Five HargreevesâŠâ she rocked her hips into him and he groaned. ââŠare a very hard man to please.â She rubbed herself against him again, sliding her wet heat over his cock.
Five grabbed her hips and she straightened herself, allowing him to see her fully naked body on top of him. He let out a stuttering breath.
âWell, Iâm pretty fucking pleased right now. Does this count?â
She shook her head sadly. âIâm afraid not. But that doesnât mean we canât have some fun in the meantime.â
After reaching up to cup each breast, rubbing his thumb over her stiff nipples and watching her throw her head back, Five ran his hands slowly down her sides. He loved the softness of her skin and the curves of her body; the intense heat that got stronger with her arousal. He desperately wanted to feel himself inside of her again, but without all of the anger and malice that he had projected onto her the last time.
âIf you kiss me, will you make me see things again?â
âNo. Not this time.â
Five nodded. âThen kiss me,â he whispered. "Please."
When she leaned over him, she paused for just a moment, an inch from his mouth, and then her lips met his as he closed his eyes. His hand caressed the side of her face and his fingers found their way into her long hair. This time there was no anger or violence; no screaming urge to drive her away or control her. He just wanted to keep kissing her, to touch her hot skin, and feel the weight of her body on top of his. He hadnât realized it before, but it felt so good with her naked body pressed to his. There was something comforting about it. And he was so rarely comforted.
Five wasnât sure when she had adjusted herself so that his cock was sliding inside of her again, but her hips were moving in a steady rhythm against his, her sex so hot and wet that he was positive heâd never felt anything so amazing in his entire life.
She moved her mouth to the side of his neck, still slowly riding him, as he breathed loudly into the sweet scent of her hair.
âFive,â she whined, drawing his name out as her lips brushed across his skin.
âOh, fuckâŠâ He knew he had a tendency for arrogance, but he never realized just how much he loved hearing his name moaned next to his ear while he was being fucked. But he could say for absolute certainty now that he would not get tired of hearing it.
His hands were on her hips again, urging her to ride him faster and harder, all while her chest remained flush with his. Their soft kisses had turned into hungry ones, and Five latched onto the creamy skin next to her collarbone again, sucking another purple mark onto it.
âI want to give you what you want. Just tell me,â he panted, his breath hot on her already flaming skin.
âI need you in deeper, Five. I want more of you.â
âSit up.â
Candy took the direction, pulling herself away from Fiveâs mouth and neck, and sat up, sinking deeper down onto his cock. Fiveâs strong hands pushed her down further, harder, and he thrust his hips up to meet hers.
âOh fuck yes !â she yelled, letting him roughly guide her body.
Grasping hands; fingers digging into hot, damp skin; the sound of the bed slamming into the wall, and her desperate moans and cries were mixing together into one erotic symphony as Five drove into her again and again. It was the most blissful experience heâd ever had. He couldnât even remember why he was so angry towards her earlier. Oh right, she claimed to be a celestial being, wouldnât shut up, and broke into his apartment. Well, right now he didnât care about any of that. Right now, he watched her amazingly tight body rock back and forth on top of him, his dick buried deep inside her.
âYou feel so goddamn good right now. Maybe youâre my guardian angel after all.â
She let out a breathy laugh and bit her bottom lip as she continued to ride him.
âThatâs another reason I want to stay hereâŠfuuckâŠthe sex here isâŠoh god, yes, do more of thatâŠamazingâŠah shit, Five!â
With a long wail of pleasure, Candy tipped her head back, mouth open, as she came undone. Five watched her face, lost in ecstasy; took in her body that was writhing and shuddering on top of his; felt her tight cunt pulsing around him. The arrogant, asshole part of him that lived inside his brain was practically gloating over the fact that he was the one responsible for all of it, too. And, fuck, if that wasnât the final push he needed to be filling her up with his cum again, groaning through a clenched jaw as he pressed his fingers further into her flesh.
Afterwards, they laid there in silence, Candyâs head next to his on the pillow as she smiled over at him and let out a contented sigh, stretching her body out long like a cat warming itself in a sunbeam. Five laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, a million thoughts running through his head. That old feeling of guilt was creeping back in again.
âI really am sorry,â he said quietly. âFor earlier.â
âAnd I already said itâs ok.â
He tapped his fingers on his bare chest, as one of the many nagging thoughts in his brain surfaced again. âCandy, how old are you?â
She let out a giggle that she quickly suppressed. âAre you worried that youâve taken advantage of an impressionable, young woman thatâs half your age?â
Five looked over in surprise, and then remembered that she seemed to know everything about him. Even things no one should know. So, of course, she would know his true age.
âThatâs a bit of a concern of mine, yes.â
âWell, if anyone is taking advantage of anyone in this scenario itâs me with you.â
âHow so?â
âWe donât really have years like they do down here, but if I were to guess, Iâd probably be around 390.â
Five raised his eyebrows at her and let out a disbelieving laugh. â390 years old.â
Candy stretched out languidly again, showing off her body that could not have been more than 22 years old by the looks of it. After a yawn, she nodded. âYep. Iâm the ultimate cougar, arenât I?â She laughed at her own joke.
With a shake of his head, Five let out a soft sigh. He was not even sure why he bothered. Every time she answered one of his questions, it only created more. In the matter of a few hours, he had gone through about every emotion in his inventory, and he still didnât understand what was going on. Just a couple of hours earlier, he had threatened to kill this woman. He had held a loaded gun to her head. And now, here she was, lying naked next to him in his bed, as comfortable as could be. The even weirder part was that Five felt comfortable, too. He had no panicky urge to kick her out with some lame excuse; no sudden need to get up and shower, remaining aloof until she left on her own.
He liked her. He thought. Or maybe she drugged him again, who the fuck knows? Whatever was going on was strange, to say the least. He looked back over at her, and she had fallen asleep. If this little game of visions they were playing was going to continue, then that meant there would be one more. The future, he supposed. He laughed quietly to himself. Jesus, what was wrong with him?
He laid there for a while, thinking, and watching her sleep. He wasnât tired, though, so eventually, after covering her gently with a blanket, he slipped out of bed. In the bathroom, he washed his face and looked in the mirror. He thought about what Candy had said. âWhat would Dolores say?â Well, he thought, what would she say? If he wanted to depress himself even more, heâd realize he could literally ask her right then. She was there, staring him in the face as he looked at his reflection. He wasnât stupid. He knew the love of his life had been just a branch of his subconscious. Created for the sole purpose of not going completely insane. Five wasnât sure that had worked entirely, though. Just look at him now.
âSheâd say youâre being an asshole.â He spoke out loud to the mirror. âSheâd tell you to stop being a whiny cry baby all the time and try to be grateful for once.â Five ran a hand down his face. âSheâd tell you to stop drinking so much. And maybe be nice to people. Even if they are idiots. And to stop closing yourself off to your family.â
He sighed. Then he looked down at the chipped porcelain sink and smiled to himself.
âAs usual, my darling, you are right about everything.â
As Candy slept, Five sat in the dark of his apartment, in his underwear, and thought. He had poured himself another bourbon, more out of habit than anything else, but then thought better of it and dumped it down the sink. Heâd had more than enough to drink that night. So, heâd chosen water instead, and sat in the worn armchair in his living room, staring out at the skyline.
He normally hated looking out that window. When he had moved in, he had asked if they had anything on the ground floor, but the only availability was on the sixth. So, every day he had to stare out into the world that he supposed he was partially responsible for creating. In the very far distance, he could make out the obnoxious search lights that circled the night sky from the roof of his fatherâs skyscraper. He would listen to the sounds of the police sirens wailing continually, the constant roar of choppers overhead as they completed their nightly rounds. Each one of the vehicles were emblazoned with his fatherâs HE logo, since he owned the law, too. Most nights he would slam the blinds down so he wouldnât have to look at it.
But Five was tired of being angry and resentful. He was tired of being a miserable, crabby old fart, as Lila had said. He was exhausted, actually. So, maybe it was time to take Candy and Doloresâ advice and move on. Be grateful for the things he did have. Be happy for once.
Chapter 4: White Christmas
Five was still sitting there an hour later when Candy came strolling in from the bedroom. She had thrown on one of Fiveâs white t-shirts, with it barely covering the striped panties she had put back on. She hadnât bothered with a bra, and Five could make out the faint outline of her nipples through the material. When she walked over to him, she smiled and sat down in his lap, putting an arm around his shoulder.
âWhat are you doing out here all alone?â
âJust thinking,â he mused, while looking her delicious looking body up and down.
âGood, you need to think. Thanks for letting me sleep, though.â
Fiveâs hand immediately began stroking her bare legs and not-so-subtly trying to grind up onto her tight little butt.
âI guess that means you have more energy now?â His hand crept up higher, onto her hip. âWhy don't you let me do something about that.â
He gave her a playful nip to her neck and she giggled. He was starting to like that sound. Better than the bells, anyway.
âThat is very tempting, and I can tell, or rather feel , that you are ready for another round of âHide the Yule Logâ, but we canât do that just yet.â
Five frowned. âYou canât expect me to behave when you come in wearing nothing but my t-shirt and drop into my lap like this.â
She laughed. âI know, Iâm rotten. I do like seeing you squirm, though.â
Five would rather be squirming into her underpants, but considering his earlier transgressions, he decided to behave. That didnât mean he had to stop running his hand up and down her smooth thigh, though.
âYouâre going to make me see things again, arenât you?â
Candy nodded. âItâs time.â
âPlease donât make me do this again.â
His voice had come out soft and the words caught in his throat. He looked away out of embarrassment.
âWhy not?â
âBecause if youâre going to show me the future, Iâd rather not see it.â
âWhy is that?â
âIâm scared,â he croaked out. âI donât exactly have a good track record with seeing future events. Or future versions of myself, for that matter.â
She smiled sadly, but nodded, tracing her fingers lightly over his lips. âI know, but itâs ok. You need to see it.â
âI donât need to. I get it. Iâm an old, ungrateful bastard that needs to let people in more and live a happier life. See? I donât need this part. I figured it out already.â
âThatâs not really how this works,â Candy argued.
Five let out a frustrated groan. âWho cares? I learned my lesson, end of story. Now, why donât you give me my shirt back and we can do something much more fun.â
He leaned in to kiss her and she held him back with a hand on his chest, shaking her head.
âLater. Right now, I need to show you.â
Five inhaled a deep breath and swallowed hard, giving her a small nod of assent. âOk.â
Another soft kiss, another pulling sensation over his body. When Five looked up, they were back in Diego and Lilaâs living room. It was the same house, but things were different. Different furniture, wall paint, and light fixtures. He was about to ask Candy if she screwed up, but then there were voices and his brother and Lila entered the room.
They had aged, that much was clear. By how many years Five wasnât sure, but there were deep wrinkles in their foreheads and around their eyes. Diegoâs hair had streaks of gray running through it.
âWe donât have to invite him, you know. Itâs not required.â
Diego sighed and put his hands on his hips, addressing Lila. âHeâs my brother. We kind of do.â
âWell, by that logic, do you want to send off an invitation to good old Reggie, too? Just because heâs your adopted brother, doesnât mean you owe him anything. Besides, do you even know if the little shit stain is still alive? We havenât seen him in like, what? At least three years.â
Five balked at that. They hadnât seen him in three years? How was that possible?
There was another long sigh from Diego and he shook his head. âI guess I just assume he is. The old bastard is hard to kill.â
Lila crossed her arms and looked at him in the pointed way that hadnât changed in so many years. âAnd do you really want another incident like Graceâs college graduation?â
âNo, of course not. But maybe heâs changed; maybe heâs better now.â
âDiego!â Lila threw her arms up and looked at him in disbelief. âThe man showed up hammered drunk, interrupted the commencement speaker to yell at them about how wrong they were, and then proceeded to upchuck in the parking lot in front of all of Grace's friends! I highly doubt heâs just miraculously better now.â
Diego nodded in agreement.
âAnd itâs not like thatâs the only time. Remember that Thanksgiving when she was in high school? He drank all the wine and passed out on the floor in the living room? All in front of her boyfriend? She was so embarrassed.â Lilaâs voice softened and she put a hand on Diegoâs arm. âYou tried your best. We all did. But you canât change someone that doesnât want to be changed.â
âYouâre right. Itâs probably for the best that we don't invite him. I wouldnât want anything horrible like that to happen at her wedding. Besides, I donât think she will want him there, either.â
Fiveâs insides were churning and the tightening sensation in his chest was making it hard to breathe. He looked over at Candy, who was watching him with a pitying look on her face.
âThis canât be real. I would never do those things. Ever! Especially not to Grace.â
Candy shook her head sadly. âI know you donât think you would. But itâs a slippery slope from where you are now.â
Five shook his head, refusing to believe it. There was no way heâd ever let himself stoop so low. Would he? And they werenât even going to invite him to Graceâs wedding? He clutched at his stomach.
âNo. Thereâs no way. This did not happen.â
âBut it has happened. This is the future. Unless you do something to change it.â
Five was silent for a moment, taking that in. âLila said they werenât sure I was still alive.â He turned to Candy again. âAm I?â
âWell, see for yourself.â
There was more shimmering around them, the living room fading away as it was replaced with a different scene. As it came into view, Five could see that it was his apartment. Or, at least a version of his apartment. It looked like many years had gone by and it had fallen into disrepair. The paint was peeling on the walls, the window looked like it had been broken at one point and was now half-hidden behind some plastic held up with duct tape. The kitchen was falling apart, with cabinet doors hanging crooked on their hinges, and the faucet dripping continually into the old, stainless-steel sink.
The television was on, tuned to some news station. The anchor was talking about the upcoming New Yearâs Eve gala that was held every year inside Reginald Hargreevesâ tower. Only the very elite of the city were invited, of course, but thatâs not what Five was focusing on. It was the date. He was looking twenty years into the future.
If that were true, that meant heâd been living in the same shit hole for two decades? And it really was a shit hole now. The place looked like it should be condemned.
Just as Five was about to question Candy, there was a groaning sound coming from the beat up couch in front of the tv. A figure slowly hoisted themselves up and ran a hand through their graying hair. He couldnât see his face, but Five was pretty sure he knew who it was.
âShut the fuck up! Fucking Hargreeves bullshit.â
Five watched as his older self grumbled out loud at the tv, standing up to turn in their direction. His heart sank. How many times was he going to have to face his future self? Of all the versions so far, however, this one might have been the worst. He should have only been in his early forties, but he looked about eighty. Even his 100-year-old self had looked marginally better.
With thinning hair and a prematurely aged face that looked like it hadnât been shaved in several days, the older version stumbled into the kitchen, scrounging in the cupboards. Five noticed that his clothes were wrinkled and stained, like heâd been wearing them for days at a time. In fact, he looked like he hadnât showered in about that long, too. His expensive clothes that he was normally proud of were now thread bare; his dress shirt looking more yellow than white.
Once he finally found the bottle of cheap whiskey he had been searching for, his older self poured a large glass and then wandered back to the couch again.
Five looked to Candy, his face horror-struck. âThis canât beâŠhow could I live like this?â
âItâs pretty sad, isnât it?â
Five nodded guiltily. The other version was mumbling out loud to himself and Five listened to his own voice croaking out of the pile of detritus that was his older body.
âYes, I know what you said, but this is the last one for the night, I swear.â There was a pause. âYou donât even know what youâre talking about. This is only my second one.â Another pause and a heavy sigh. âAlright, Dolores. Whatever you say.â
Holy shit. He was back to talking to Dolores? And he didnât even have a solid, mannequin version of her to at least give some realness to it. He was just mumbling to himself; like a crazy person.
Five closed his eyes and shook his head like he was trying to erase this vision from his memory, but of course that didnât work, and he turned to Candy, his eyes wide with fright.
âStop it. Please, I canât stand this. This canât be me. Change it back,â he pleaded.
âI canât do that, Five. Only you can change it.â
âFine. Iâm sorry, ok? Iâm sorry for all the ways Iâve fucked up over the years, and all of the horrible things Iâve done. Iâm sorry!â
She shook her head, the bells on her headband jangling sadly. âI know youâre sorry. But thatâs not enough to change things.â
âWell then what the fuck! IâŠI canât let this happen. Itâs such aâŠâ
âWhat, Five?â
Fiveâs eyes filled with tears and his voice broke. âA fucking waste of a life! After everything I have done. I did not spend 45 years in a fucking wasteland to save my family and the world, just to end up as a sad, old drunk all alone. I worked too hard for it to end like this. Why didnât I appreciate what I had? Why did I pull away from my family?â He shook his head. âNo, this is not going to happen. I refuse to go out like this. I have to make it right. Starting now, Iâm going to make this right.â
Candy smiled warmly and pulled him in close. She kissed his cheek and put her arms around his shoulders. âThatâs all I needed to hear.â
When they were back in Fiveâs apartment, even though it looked the same as usual and in better shape than the future version, he still couldnât help but cringe. He needed to find a new place, and soon, that was for certain.
Candy was not on his lap anymore, but sitting across from him in another chair. She was still wearing his t-shirt and nothing else, but Five wasnât really focused on that at the moment. She leaned forward, her forearms resting on her legs.
âPlease tell me weâre done. That was horrible and I never want to see that again,â Five begged.
âYou wonât have to. As long as you change and donât let yourself become that version.â
He nodded and exhaled a long and shaky breath. âI wonât. Iâm going to stop being such a prick and start living my life.â He scrubbed a hand down his face, trying to forget everything heâd seen, and then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was still the middle of the night. Too early, or late, to really do anything now. But first thing in the morning, Christmas morning, he was going to start making things right. Five looked back to Candy.
âEven though I hated all of that, you helped me see what I really needed to see. So, thank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Does this mean you believe in guardian angels now?â
Five narrowed his eyes, a smile quirking up the corner of his mouth. âI guess I have to, donât I? I have no other explanation.â
Candy laughed and clapped her hands together, then pumped her fists in the air. âYes! Ha! I knew I could make you believe!â
Five laughed along with her, that horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach starting to fade away. Then he quieted again and looked at her thoughtfully.
âSo, does this mean youâre leaving now? Now that your job is done?â
She shrugged, and Five found he didnât find that little mannerism nearly as annoying as he used to. âYes, eventually. But I donât have to leave this very minute.â She smiled and spread her legs just enough so that Five could get a glimpse of the red and white stripes between them. âWhy? Have something in mind?â
âWell, I figured I have a few more hours before I have to start being a better person. Might as well make the most of it.â
Candy stood up and crossed over, plopping herself in his lap again, making sure to wiggle her butt over just the right spot to get him hard again.
âAnd just what naughty thing were you thinking?â
Five smiled slyly. âIt is after midnight; technically Christmas.â He leaned in to kiss her neck, not hard like before, but gently; trailing his lips over her hot skin, teasing, until he heard her make a little sighing noise and she shifted in his lap, rubbing against the growing tent in his boxers. His hand crept back up her leg and onto her hip, where he slipped one finger into the waistband of her underwear. âAnd since youâre sitting here on my lap, grinding your cute little ass into my crotch, why donât you go ahead and tell Daddy what you want?â
Her breath hitching in her throat, Candy closed her eyes for a moment, teeth digging into her bottom lip before looking back at him, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath. She grazed a finger down his neck and over his chest.
âWill you give me anything I want?â she purred with a smile.
âAnything.â
âThen I want you to bend me overâŠâ she kissed his lips softly, ââŠgrab my hipsâŠâ another kiss, ââŠspread me openâŠâ one bite under his jaw, ââŠand give me a White Christmas, Daddy .â With the last word she pressed into him harder.
âJesus Chriââ he started to moan, but he was cut off.
She was kissing him. Slow and deep, lacing her fingers through his hair while he swallowed each whimper and moan she breathed into his mouth. Five couldnât stop his hands roaming over her body, her skin like hot silk under his fingers. Every part of her was a piece of heaven, maybe even literally, and he wanted to commit every curve to memory. She was still kissing him when he stood, picking her up with him, and carried her into his bedroom. When he placed her on his bed, she immediately yanked his stolen t-shirt over her head, propping herself on her elbows and displaying her flawless breasts.
After removing his own underwear, Five climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. Leaning over her, his hands on either side of her and holding himself up, she was forced onto her back.
âIâm going to give you what you asked for, sweetheart, donât worry. But first, I need to get a taste of this stunning body of yours. See if you live up to your name.â
He leaned in, like he was going to kiss her, stopping just before their lips met, and then he pulled away again. Flashing an overly-confident smirk, he moved south, massaging each breast and taking turns with each side; licking and sucking at each perfect nipple. Five could have spent an entire day just worshiping those soft mounds of flesh. Heâd always considered himself a titty man. Tits and ass; that was his thing. As long as a woman had a nice rack and a tight ass, Five didnât really care what else was going on with them. And fuck, did Candy have a nice one of each.
After a particularly hard bite onto her sensitive nipple, Candy gave a small shriek, but that only spurred Five on further. His bites got harder and he sucked at her skin until he left more marks all over her chest. With each one, though, her back would arch off the bed and sheâd push her hips up into him.
âFiveâŠâ she pleaded softly.
âI know, sweetheart, Iâll get there. But these gorgeous tits are just too good to ignore.â
She threaded her fingers through his hair as he continued to blissfully torture her. âPlease, justâŠI want your partridge in my pear tree!â
Five rolled his eyes and ignored her remark.
Candy hissed sharply as his teeth dragged across an already bruising mark. âLoad up my one-horse open sleigh.â
He resisted the urge to laugh, and instead gave her a hard pinch on her already abused nipple.
âAh!â she cried, digging her nails into his scalp. âBut I need you! Stuff my Christmas turkey, frost my gingerbread house, eat my fruitcake, mmmph!â
Five clapped a hand over her mouth and raised himself up so he could look down on her face, his lips pressed into a thin line of annoyance. He could feel her smiling beneath his palm.
âCandy?â
âHmm?â
âShut up.â
After she nodded, he released his hand, and thankfully she did shut up for once. He knelt in front of her again, frowning as he started pulling her panties down her hips.
âAnd donât ever wear these again. They just create more work for me.â
He shoved them the rest of the way off and flung them over his shoulder with a scowl as she laughed. Five took a moment to appreciate the fact that this amazingly stunning woman was stretched out before him, completely naked, and waiting for him to fuck her. She was dying for it, too. Chest heaving and hips twitching, it was a small miracle that Five wasnât shoving his dick into her already. But he really did want to know what the rest of her tasted like.
When he ran his tongue up her wet slit, she thrusted up so hard that he had to forcefully hold her hips down so he wouldnât get bucked off.
âOh shit!â she cried out, her hands clutching the sheets underneath her as her head flung back. âFive, oh my god, thatâs ââ
She was cut off by her own high-pitched whine as Five sucked at her folds and her clit, using his tongue to penetrate her and hungrily lap up the slick wetness that was running out of her. He didnât have much experience in eating anyone out, since most of his one-night stands got right down to the fucking with not much time for foreplay. Even though he was making it up as he went along, it seemed to be working in his favor, judging by the sounds she was making and the strength it took for him to hold her writhing body down.
When he felt her getting close; when she was panting loudly and moaning his name, he started drawing it out longer. He slowed down his pace, no longer devouring her, but licking languidly at her hole and pausing to kiss her inner thighs. He smiled when he heard the disappointed groan.
âFiveâŠâ
He stopped altogether and raised his head to look at her, one eyebrow raised and a crooked smile on his wet and shiny lips.
âYeah?â
She exhaled loudly and tried to buck up into him again, but he was still holding her down. âDamn itâŠdonât stop now!â
âWhy? Did you like that?â
âFuckâŠFive, please.â Her desperate whine was on the verge of turning into an all out sob.
âWell, since you asked nicely.â
It didnât take long after he was back on her before her moans turned into loud screams and her back was arching off the bed again. Five worked her into more and more of a frenzy as he felt her pulsing against him, coming against his mouth and soaking the sheets underneath them. He had started grinding himself into the mattress as his own arousal peaked, and Five was very afraid of blowing his load with his dick not even touching her.
He sat up and looked at her lying there with her hair in a mess around her, her chest flushed pink and littered with his bites and bruises, gasping for air from the intense orgasm that he gave her. Holy fuck, he needed to come.
Five moved up, straddling her waist as he clutched his straining dick in his hands.
âI want to fuck your tits,â he breathed out desperately.
Candy nodded eagerly and Five positioned himself so that his cock nestled in the valley of her cleavage and she pushed her breasts together, sheathing him in her warm skin.
âOh fuck, yes,â he groaned out.
Straddling her chest, Five started thrusting hard and fast, all while he looked down so he didnât miss out on the pornographic visual. His dick was so hard that the leaked pre-cum that was dripping steadily out smeared over his shaft and between her tits. Candy was massaging and squeezing them around him, running her thumbs over her nipples as he rutted into her. She was so soft and tight at the same time, and the feeling was so fucking good. So much better than when he used to try and use Dolores in the same manner. Back then, heâd had to envision a real live woman beneath him, but now it was very real and he was going to lose it in about ten seconds.
Not wanting to risk it by coming in her face, Five backed off, slipping out of her. Still kneeling over her, he grasped his rock-hard dick and jerked himself vigorously. He tipped his head back with a groan while he worked his fist over himself faster and faster until he was just on the precipice.
âFuck, Iâm going to come on you,â he groaned, as if that wasnât already obvious.
He gave her the White Christmas she had asked for, painting her perfect tits with ropes of cum, covering her until it was sliding down her sides and onto the bed. Five continued to work himself over, each spasm seeming to create another spurt of semen that was strewn across her chest. When he was finally spent, he let go of himself and climbed off of her, flopping on his back in post-orgasmic bliss.
âHoly shit,â he murmured between ragged breaths.
After a minute, he looked over at Candy, who had propped herself up on her elbows and was watching him. The sight of her covered in his dripping load was quite possibly the hottest thing heâd ever seen, and if he had a few more minutes, he could probably use that image to get hard again. But that wouldnât be very nice to leave her like that, and even he wasnât that much of a selfish asshole.
âHang on, Iâll be right back.â
When he returned with a washcloth, Five helped to clean her up.
âSorry. I guess I didnât really ask if that was ok.â
âNo, you didnât, but thatâs ok. I like when you take charge.â
Five gave her a sexy smirk, but then it faltered with the realization that she was probably going to leave him soon.
âDo you have to go now?â
Candy hesitated, but then she shook her head. âNot quite yet. I can stay for a little longerâŠif thatâs what you want.â
Five nodded, then pulled her into him, trapping her in his arms, her back flush with his chest as they laid side by side. Candy wiggled in closer and pressed her ass against him.
âStay as long as you can, ok?â he whispered.
She squeezed his hand and placed it on her stomach. âOk.â
With his free hand, he traced his fingers down her side and over her hip and thigh. She let out a soft sigh and relaxed into his chest. Five kissed her neck and her shoulder.
âThank you.â
âYou already thanked me.â
âThis time I mean for everything. Thank you for making me see what I couldnât before. But also, thank you for just being here. I didnât realize how lonely I had become.â
âYouâre welcome. AndâŠI wish I could stay.â
He gave her another kiss to her neck and she closed her eyes. âWhy canât you?â
âThere are rules. And I have to go back.â
âWill you ever come back?â
âIf everything goes the way I want, then yes.â
Five pushed his groin that was already starting to harden again, into her firm backside. Candy let out a tiny moan and pushed back.
âThen I hope you find me,â he said softly against her skin.
âI think it would be very hard to stay away from you.â
He could feel her skin getting warmer again, and he moved so that his cock slid between her legs, brushing against her folds that were already wet for him.
His mouth sucked another mark onto the nape of her neck as he lowered his voice and his hand slid down to squeeze the inside of her thigh. âDo you want me again?â
âYes,â she whimpered. She pressed backwards, slick running down her inner thighs and wetting his dick as he rubbed between them.
âGod, I could keep fucking you all day,â he groaned.
âJust fuck me for as long as we have.â
With a deep growl, Five pulled her hard against him, as she lifted her leg and rested it on top of his. He inhaled sharply when she reached back and grabbed his cock, guiding it into her dripping cunt and thrusting backwards so that his full length was completely inside of her.
âFive,â she moaned sweetly as he rocked into her.
He kept up the slow pace, pulling at her hip and kissing any area of exposed skin that he could reach. He had wanted to hold himself back; to draw it out as long as possible. He had wanted to drink in the scent of her hair and trail his mouth over her soft skin. But then she moaned his name again.
Digging his fingers into her hip, he hissed next to her ear.
âBe a good girl and let Daddy fuck you hard, ok sweetheart?â
With the shamelessly loud groan that she released as her back arched against him, he really didnât need an answer, but he waited for one anyway.
âFuck yes. Give it to me.â
Five pulled out and roughly flipped her over so that she was on her stomach and he positioned himself behind her. Grabbing her hips and jerking them backwards, he lined up with her entrance again and shoved himself inside of her. With teeth clenched and jaw set, he got to work. Banging into her ferociously, his hips slapping against her as he railed into her as hard as he could. He didnât need to feel guilty. She wanted it like this, and he wasnât doing it out of rage. Anger wasnât driving him this time, just pure animalistic lust and feral instinct.
He continued pounding into her and they were both lost in their own highs. Candy was moaning loudly, begging for more and clutching at the sheets underneath her. Five was grunting through gritted teeth with the effort he was putting in to fucking her; fueled even more by the hypnotic visual of her angel wing tattoos flexing and twisting as she braced herself against his powerful thrusts. After a few minutes, it was clear that neither one of them were going to be able to take much more.
With another long whine, Candy reached down to rub her clit while Five slammed into her. He could feel her hand every time he thrust forward and his balls slapped against it.
âFiveâŠI canâtâŠIâm going to come!â
âGo ahead, baby. Come on my dick while you touch yourself.â
âOh fuuuck, Five!â
When he heard her scream, he came with a loud growl, holding her flush to his body as he pumped one more load inside of her. He could feel her contracting around him as his hips stuttered against her backside. Candyâs legs were shaking and Five pulled out so she could lie down flat, her hair covering her face as she sucked air into her lungs. He sat back on his knees and gave her a playful slap on the ass before lying down next to her.
As they both laid there, trying to steady their breathing, a few minutes passed in silence. Then Five heard her giggle under her curtain of hair. When he pushed it out of the way, she was grinning up at him
âWhen I think about you, I touch my elf. â
Five shook his head with a smile. âHave I told you how annoying you are?â
âYou may have mentioned it once or twice.â
He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then he flipped her hair over her face so she was hidden again. âThere. Much better.â
Chapter 5: It's A Wonderful Life
In the early morning hours, Five finally drifted off, warm and content, with his arm flung across Candyâs stomach. She never let him know before she left, but in the morning when he woke, there was no sign of her. He didnât know why he was surprised; he knew she wasnât going to stay for much longer. But when he walked into the living room of his apartment, there was no red coat. No black boots by the door. And, most notably, no red headband. All evidence of her existence was gone. All except for the lingering scent of her hair on his pillow and one tiny bell that he found on the kitchen floor and slipped into his dresser drawer.
He was sad she was gone, but not in a way that felt permanent or oppressive. She had shown him there was a lot more to live for, and it needed to start with himself. He didnât need her with him to make the changes he needed to.
It was still early, but he knew Grace would have woken up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning, so he was sure Diego and Lila were up. The rest of his family would probably sleep in a little but then they would be over at their house again, too.
After a shower, Five changed and grabbed the wrapped present he had for Grace on the way out. He stopped by a bakery that happened to be open that morning, and then caught a cab to Diegoâs. When he knocked on the door at 7am, he tried not to laugh when his brother opened the door. Diego was still in his bathrobe, looking disheveled and sleep deprived, a cup of coffee in his hands. But the look on his face when he saw Five standing there was priceless. He actually poked his head out of the door and looked around him, as if there might be some kind of prank being played on him and there were cameras around to film his reaction.
âFive, what are you doing here? Are you still drunk from last night?â
âNo! Iâm here to watch Grace open her presents. And to hang out with you guys, too, if youâll let me.â
Diego frowned like he couldnât quite comprehend what he was hearing. He looked Five up and down, taking in his clean-cut appearance, and coming to the conclusion that he must not have come directly from a bar.
âSo, can I come in, or do you want me to stand out here all day freezing my nuts off?â
âOh. Uh, yeahâŠsure, come on in. Grace and Lila are in the living room.â
He stepped aside to let Five in, still not completely believing what he was seeing. After a moment though, he smiled and clapped Five on the back.
âIâm glad youâre here. We missed you yesterday.â
Five nodded. âIâm sorry about that. I wonât miss any more family things from now on.â
Five handed off the box of pastries he had picked up and headed into the room where Lila and Grace were gathered around the Christmas tree. When Grace saw her uncle, she let out a little screech and ran over to him, throwing her arms around his waist in a big hug.
âUncle Five! I knew you would come! My mom said you werenât going to, but I knew you would!â
Five laughed, then he looked at Lila who was staring at him with the same expression Diego had given him.
âMerry Christmas, Lila,â Five said with as much of a smile as he could manage, and only a hint of snark. He could learn to be nice, but he still had his limits.
âYeah, Merry Christmas to you, too,â she said slowly, her eyebrows creased together in confusion.
Five didnât even respond when he heard her add âwankerâ under her breath.
âIs that my present?â Grace asked when she eyed the large box that Five was holding.
âIt is. Do you want to open it? I think youâll like it.â
She nodded and sat on the floor as Five handed it to her and then joined Diego on the couch. They watched as the little girl ripped open the paper and gasped.
âA real telescope?!â
Five nodded, smiling. âYep. Now we can go look at the stars together.â
Grace looked up at him with her little chubby face and wide, dark eyes. Then she jumped up from the floor and ran to Five, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug.
âThank you thank you thank you! I love it so much!â As Five hugged her back, Grace pecked his cheek with a kiss. âThis is my favorite present and youâre my favorite person.â
Five grinned and gave her a kiss on the top of her head âYouâre my favorite person, too, Gracie.â
As she returned to the telescope and busied herself with getting it out of the box, Five heard Diego sniffing next to him. Lila groaned.
âOh my god, are you crying , Diego?â
âNo! Iâm not crying. Itâs justâŠdry in hereâŠand I have allergiesâŠand Iâm probably getting a cold.â
âUh-huh. Ok, babe. Sure.â She rolled her eyes, but she was obviously just as happy as he was.
Diego turned to Five. âSo, what happened? You just suddenly changed your mind, got your shit together, and decided to be a decent human being? Overnight?â
Five shrugged, reminding himself of Candyâs annoying habit. âWithout going into the boring details, yes, thatâs what happened. And I apologize for not being around more. But thatâs going to change. Iâm going to change.â
Diego raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. âWow. I donât know where this is coming from, but Iâm happy. Like, really happy.â He grinned widely at Five. âIâve missed you, buddy. We all have.â
âSpeak for yourself!â Lila exclaimed from across the room.
Five turned towards her. âYou know, Lila, you should really think about letting go of some of your anger. Try to be a little bit happier, sometimes.â As she looked at him like he was deranged, he mouthed âFuck youâ to her over Graceâs head. Lila just shook her head and smiled, glad to see that it wasnât the end of the world after all.
Five stayed at the house for the rest of the morning. His other siblings trickled in, as well, and it eventually turned into another official Hargreevesâ family party. Seeing that their notoriously high-strung and unhinged brother was suddenly acting like a mostly sane person, they were obviously concerned. But after they realized he wasnât going to suddenly snap or turn into a pod person, they all loosened up a little.
Klaus sidled up to him at one point, offering him a freshly made glass of Lilaâs famously strong Christmas punch. Five waved him off, though.
âNo, thanks. Iâm not drinking today.â
âUh, ex-squeeze me? Did you just turn down a drink? You know it has alcohol in it, right?â
Five laughed, a little embarrassed, and put his hands in his pockets. âI know. Just trying to turn over a new leaf.â
âOhhâŠI get it. You met a girl, didnât you?â
Five looked up at him in surprise. âWhy would you say that?â
Klaus took a drink from his glass and grimaced at the strong mixture. âYou hanging out with us, not drinking, being nice âŠit reeks of new girlfriend.â
âHuh. Well, in a way, yes. I mean, not a girlfriend, but there was a girl.â
âYou should have brought her! Iâd love to see what kind of woman managed to snag my darling, murderous brother.â
âIâm not sure thatâs possible at the moment. But maybe someday. Stranger things have happened.â
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âGracie, honey, weâve been here for thirty minutes. Pick a book, already.â
The little girl sighed and looked down at her pile on the childrenâs table where she and Five were seated. One of them comfortably so, the other scrunched up with his knees to his chest.
âBut I canât decide.â
âI told you, pick as many as you want.â
âYes, but I want to make sure theyâre the right ones. What if I get home and I change my mind?â
Five rolled his eyes and shifted in the tiny plastic chair. âThen Iâll return them. Or you can throw them out, I donât care. My ass is falling asleep.â
Grace gave her uncle a disapproving look. âThatâs a bad word.â
âYes, it is. But if you donât pick your books in the next five minutes, Iâm going to say a lot of bad words.â
She sighed again, as if this was the most difficult decision in the world.
Five and Grace had spent the day together, just like they had once a month for the past six months. It was now July. July 3rd, to be exact, and they had opted for indoor activities to escape the oppressive heat of the city. Earlier, they had gone to the movie theater where Five sat through one of those horrible movies where they take real animals and CGI them into playing sports like soccer or basketball. Oh, and the animals talked, too. Completely asinine. It was ninety minutes of torture and Five wanted to stab his eyeballs out with Graceâs lemonade straw, but she giggled through the whole thing so he deemed it worth it in the end. Now they were at the bookstore next to the theater, where Five told her he would buy her some new books.
As he sat there with his expensive pants jammed into a chair in the childrenâs section, he decided he was going to give her about two more minutes before they were leaving. Books or no books. Who was he kiddingâŠheâd probably sit there all day if it made her happy.
His young niece was about to say something to him, when Five snapped to attention and held his hand out for her to be quiet. He thought he had heard something. Something very familiar. But he was probably just going crazy.
âI thinkââ
âShhh!â he hushed her again.
Grace sat back in her chair, arms folded across her chest with a pout. She did not like being quieted.
Five concentrated, listening for the sound he thought he had heard. There was nothing, though, which made a lot more sense, and his body relaxed again. He turned to Grace to apologize, but then he heard it again.
Those fucking bells.
It could have been anything, of course. The bells over the store door, or a babyâs toy. Maybe someone had their dog with them and its chain was jangling. But he would know that sound anywhere. He heard it in his sleep sometimes.
The sound seemed to be coming from a few aisles away. Five sprang out of his chair, his body stiff from being folded up like a pretzel for so long, and the chair tipped over behind him. Grace looked up at him, confused.
âAre we going? I havenât made my decision yet.â
âYes, come on. JustâŠgrab all of them, letâs go.â
âButâŠâ
Five groaned with his head back, wishing he could say what he really wanted to which was âGet the fuck up now.â Instead, he looked hastily around him at all the books on the shelves and on the table.
âHere.â He began scooping up piles of them, not even looking at the covers. He was grabbing four or five at a time off the shelves and balancing them in his arms. He shoved a couple at Grace, too. âWeâll just get all of them.â
Graceâs eyes widened. âAll of them?â
âYeah, sure. Come on, letâs go.â
With one arm full of random kidâs books, he held out his other hand for her to take. He all but pulled her arm out of the socket as he yanked her out of her chair.
âOw!â
âSorry, Gracie,â he mumbled, still dragging her behind him as she tried to keep up.
Five hurried through the store, looking frantically down each aisle. He couldnât hear the bells anymore, and he was afraid maybe he was too late. But as they rounded a corner into the âReligionâ section, he stopped. And stared.
There she was, just like he remembered her. She wasnât wearing the slutty elf outfit, but her body was still as sexy as ever in a pair of small cut-off shorts and a tight, red tank top. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was looking over the back cover of a book in her hand, and Five could see she was smiling. Of course she was smiling.
Five walked slowly towards her, Grace still in tow. When she looked up, her smile grew bigger.
âI thought I told you to stop following me,â Five said with a smirk.
âWho says Iâm following you? Donât you believe in coincidences?â
Five shook his head. âNot really.â
Candy actually looked flustered and she chewed at her bottom lip. âItâs good to see you again.â
Five let out a sigh of relief. âItâs really good to see you.â
Candy looked down at Grace, who was staring up at her in curiosity, and then back at Five.
Five cleared his throat. âOh, this is my niece. Grace. But you already know that, I guess.â He looked down at his niece. âThis is aâŠfriend of mine. Candy.â
Grace smiled shyly. Then she stuck out her hand and pointed at Candyâs wrist. âI like your bracelet.â
Fiveâs eyes were drawn to the jewelry at the same time Candy smiled down at Grace in return. âThank you. Itâs one of my favorites.â
Then she moved her wrist to show off the gold bracelet made up of tiny, jingling bells. The source of the bells Five had heard. He laughed, shaking his head and looking at the floor.
âI really hate that sound.â
âNo you donât.â
âYouâre right, I donât.â
There was an awkward pause, and Five glanced over at the book Candy had in her hand. The title was The Path To Enlightenment: Discovering Your Guardian Angel .
âBrushing up on things?â he asked, gesturing to the book.
âThis? Oh no, this is what I read when I need a laugh. This whole section should be titled âHumorâ. I mean, you should read some of the things they try and pass off as fact.â
âIâll take your word for it.â
Candy looked to the books Five was holding and pointed a finger at the top one on the stack. âI hear thatâs a good one.â
Five looked down, seeing that one of the random books heâd pulled out was I Pooped on the Potty, And You Can Too! , complete with a drawing of a cartoon elephant sitting on a toilet. Five blushed, but then he laughed.
âWell, better late than never.â
Candy nodded. âDefinitely.â
Five felt a tug on his hand and he looked at Grace, who was motioning with her index finger for him to lean in closer. He crouched down so he was at eye level, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear. Although, being a kid, the whole damn book store could have heard her whisper.
âSheâs pretty.â
Five feigned surprised, then looked back up at Candy, then back at Grace. âYou think so?â
Grace nodded. âYou should take her on a date,â she whispered loudly and Five heard Candy giggle.
âWhat do you know about dates?â
âI know that girls like them because my mom always gets happy after my dad takes her somewhere to eat.â
Five nodded like he was mulling this over. âI see. So, I should ask her now?â
Grace nodded, her face serious. âIf you want her to like you.â
When Five stood up, Candy was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. Then she waited expectantly for whatever Five was going to say to her.
âMy tiny wingman here has informed me that I should ask you on a date. Would you like that?â
Candy nodded. âI think I would, yes.â
âWould you like to come over to my brotherâs house tomorrow? Heâs having a family barbecue for the 4th. It will probably be a giant shit show, but I said Iâd be there.â
âHow could I pass that up? I would love to.â
When Five looked back down at Grace, she gave him a thumbs up. Then she sat on the floor to look at her books since her job as matchmaker was now done. He set his own books down and took a step closer to Candy, reaching out to touch her hand lightly, brushing his fingers over the back of her hand. He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that, but seeing as how they were in a bookstore and his niece was present, he held himself back.
âI really missed you.â
âI missed you too, Five.â
âSo, youâre here now? Permanently?â
She nodded. âI am. Thanks to you.â
âWhy did it take so long? Where have you been?â
âOh, Iâve been around. You needed some time to get things sorted out by yourself. But Iâve been keeping tabs on you.â She looked down at Grace. âSeems like youâve got things figured out now.â
âYeah, I think I do. Thank you.â
âJust part of the job.â
Five laughed and then reached up to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. âI really want to kiss you again.â
âI would love that,â she breathed out.
He was about to lean in, when he stopped himself. âWait. Youâre not going to make me see anything weird again, are you?â
She shook her head. âNo. I promise.â
âGood. Because Iâve had enough of that shit to last a lifetime.â
In a second, he was kissing her, softly and deeply, while he pulled her body in closer with an arm around her waist. He let out a sigh when he felt her fingers trace down the back of his neck. She felt and tasted just like he remembered and it was taking everything inside himself not to pull her down to the floor right there in the Religion section.
âEw! Gross!â
Five pulled away, the disgusted sound of his niece snapping him out of his trance. Candy laughed and Five looked down at Grace, perturbed that she had abruptly turned from adorable wingman to major cock blocker. But he supposed this wasnât the most appropriate place for a steamy make-out session anyway.
Five cleared his throat. âWell, I guess we should get going. I have to get her home.â
âOk. Iâll see you tomorrow, then?â
Five nodded, gathering up his books again. âOh, wait. Iâm not very good at this dating thing, but donât you need my phone number?â
Candy shook her head. âNo, thatâs ok. I know how to find you.â
Then, with a sly smile, she added âOh, and Five? Keeping in the spirit of the holiday tomorrowâŠyou can declare my independence anytime you want. Give me your John Han cock . If youâre up for it.â
With a slightly evil smile of his own, Five stepped in closer to her again, close enough to lean in next to her ear.
âBaby, the British wonât be the only ones that are coming. Not when you red, white, and blow me.â
Candy laughed loudly, her entire body shaking and her stupid bracelet jingling. Five just smirked and turned to walk away, holding his nieceâs hand and feeling undeniably happy.
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(Yandere Oc) Ian x Male Reader
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You heard the cigarette before you smelled it. That flick of a cheap lighter, the hiss of the flame catching. Then the smoke bitter and clinging, the smell crept into your lungs as you stepped out of your apartment building.
Ian was leaning against the rusted railing like he always did. One hand in his pocket. The other bringing the cigarette to his lips.
âYouâre late,â he said, not looking at you.
You didnât ask how he knew your schedule. He always knew.
âI didnât say we were meeting,â you replied, adjusting your backpack.
He tilted his head like a dog hearing something only he could. âDidnât need to.â
You started walking. He fell in step beside you without asking, like he always did. You didnât ask him to leave either. That never worked. Youâd tried before.
âYouâre quiet today,â he said after a block. âSomething happen?â
âNope.â You replied calmly popping the p.
âYou sure?â His voice was light, but his stare cut sideways those sleepless eyes scanning your face like it was a confession waiting to be read. âYou didnât text me back last night.â
âI was busy.â
âWith him?â
There it was. That drop in his voice. The shift from casual to possessive in half a breath. You stopped walking and turned to face him.
âIan.â
His stare didnât waver. He held his cigarette between his fingers like it was keeping him from grabbing something else. Maybe you. Maybe his self-control.
âIf I find out you followed him again,â you said, low and flat, âweâre done. No more talking. You wonât see me again.â
He didnât blink. But his mouth twitched. âDid something happen to him?â
âNo. But if you keep pushing, something will.â
Ian took a long drag from his cigarette. Then he tossed it to the curb and stepped on it. âFine.â
You raised an eyebrow. âJust like that?â
âI said fine, didnât I?â His hands went back in his hoodie pocket. He turned and started walking again. âCome on. Youâll be late for class.â
You stood there for a second longer, watching the back of his head. The way he slouched when he walked, like he carried too much weight in his shoulders. Then you sighed and followed him.
The first time Ian showed up at your window was a year ago. Second story, middle of the night, rain hitting the glass. You shouldâve screamed. Called the cops. Instead, you opened the latch.
âWhat are you doing here?â you whispered.
He was soaked. Hoodie clinging to him like a second skin. âSaw you get into that guyâs car earlier.â
You stared at him. âSo you climbed two stories.â
âHe put his hand on your leg,â Ian said, like it was a crime. Like that alone justified trespassing.
You didnât say anything. You just stepped aside and let him in.
Since then, he never really stopped. He didnât ask. He didnât knock. Sometimes he waited outside your class. Sometimes you woke up and he was asleep on your couch like he belonged there. You stopped being surprised around the third or fourth time. Maybe that was the mistake.
But it wasnât that you didnât care. You just⊠got used to it.
That afternoon, you were alone in your apartment when Ian texted.
Ian [4:31 PM]: can i come up?
You [4:32 PM]: doorâs open
Five minutes later, he was at your table, picking at your leftover takeout without asking. You sat across from him, scrolling on your phone.
âWhy do you let me do this?â he asked, breaking the silence.
You looked up. âDo what?â
âThis.â He gestured around vaguely. âBe here. Be close.â
You set your phone down. âBecause if I said no, youâd show up anyway. Youâve never cared about boundaries.â
His jaw flexed. âYou hate me?â
âNo.â You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed. âIf I hated you, youâd know.â
He stared at you again unblinking, unnerving. Youâd gotten used to that, too. There was something sad buried in it, like he didnât know what to do with his own intensity. Like no one had ever taught him how to want something without ruining it.
âI donât want to scare you,â he said quietly.
âYou donât scare me,â you said. âBut you do piss me off.â
He blinked. That startled him more than anything else.
You stood, walked around the table, and stopped in front of him. âYou want me to be okay with you being like this? Fine. Iâve accepted it. But that means you follow my rules now.â
Ian looked up at you. âWhat rules?â
âNo hurting people. No following people. No threats. No sabotage. No âaccidents.â You want to be close to me? Donât make me regret it.â
His mouth opened, then closed again. You watched the storm roll behind his eyesâviolent, needy, desperate. But he nodded.
âOkay.â
You nodded back and sat on the couch. âNow get over here.â
He didnât even hesitate.
Later, you were half-asleep on the couch. Ian was beside you, arms folded, eyes glued to the ceiling like sleep was a language he couldnât speak. You shifted, your shoulder brushing his.
âYou ever gonna stop looking at me like Iâll disappear?â
He didnât answer for a long time.
âYou ever gonna stop pretending you donât want me to look at you like that?â he said eventually.
You chuckled. âMaybe not.â
There was quiet again, but it wasnât awkward. You could feel his breath slow beside you. Like proximity calmed something in him. You didnât need to ask what. You knew.
âYouâre not a monster, Ian,â you said, eyes closed.
âSometimes I think I am.â
You opened your eyes and turned to him. He was already watching you.
âYou do anything like last time again like hurting someone for being too close and Iâll walk. For real.â
He nodded, solemn.
âBut,â you added, âif you want to be here, and you can hold that shit back, I wonât go anywhere.â
His hand twitched like he wanted to touch you, but didnât know how. âI can try.â
You stared at him for a second, then reached over and put your hand over his. âTry harder. Because I do like you, Ian. I just need you to act like youâre worth being liked.â
His fingers closed around yours.
And for once, he didnât say anything. Just held your hand like it was proof you were real. Like if he let go, heâd wake up back in that hollow place he came from.
You didnât pull away.
Not that night.
Not yet.
#x male reader#x reader#oc#yandere#oc x reader#oc x you#yandere x male reader#yandere x you#yandere oc
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[First two pieces are mine, third is by @/stormystarlight and fourth is by @/sixofheartz]
It's Appreciate a Dragon Day once again, so like last year, I'm gonna spotlight one of my dragons !!
Rhazz !! Of all my Wings of Fire OCs, Rhazz is easily my favorite <33 I made her in June of 2018, meaning that this year, I'll have had her for 7 years, which is crazy to me?? It's hard to believe I've had her for that long lol. Anyways, her design and personality were based on the song The Golden Age by The Asteroids Galaxy Tour and the aesthetics of the Roaring 20s as a whole, and that's part of why I love her so much! Of all my OCs, her vibes are simply unmatched :3
As can be seen in the first piece, she's also gfs with my other OC Agouti! I absolutely love the two of them together and I try to draw them every year on/around Rhazz's birthday (June 8th) for pride month <3 If anyone ever wants to draw one of my dragons, Rhazz is the most reliable option lol (ofc I love anything anyone makes for me ever, but if u draw Rhazz, I'll be especially excited hehe). She's in the rosters of both my main comfort OCs, as well as my fav OCs overall (which do have a decent amount of overlap anyways lol)
Anyways, I know I've shown Rhazz off a little bit here and there, but I decided to give her the spotlight today :3
#TacTalks#oc: Rhazz#wings of fire#wof#wings of fire art#wof art#wings of fire oc#wof oc#sandwing#sandwing oc#dragon#dragon art#dragon oc#my art#friends art#others art#my ocs#appreciate a dragon day
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ENOUGH DRAWING PEOPLE'S OCS. /SILLY WHERE ARE *YOUR* OCS I AM WILLING TO DRAW THEM >:D
OH! OH OH OH OKAY OKAY HERES SOME OF MY OCS
FLATLAND OCS YAYYY!:
so the first one is Marley, or M. Cube if you wanna call her that. The second one is Lyn, or L. Line.
I have yet to talk about these guys all that much, but the whole gist of their story is that Marley talks to Lyn about the third dimension.
To go more in depth: Their story takes place way in the past, long before the events of canon Flatland. Lyn is just your average line, though people don't really seem to look at her as "average" because she doesn't know how to talk to people, and also she's an absolute bitch. Yeahhh Lyn kind of just... doesn't like anyone in general... She's also a girlkisser btw lol, so's Marley.
But anyway, while Lyn is just living her life minding her business, Marley pretty much shows up out of nowhere to teach Lyn about the the wonderful fantastic world of Spaceland, yayyy. Naturally, Lyn is kind of skeptical and is her usual bitchy-self, but since she's always kind of questioned if everything she was ever told was right, Marley is able to get her to believe that there is in fact a third dimension relatively easily. She never directly shows Lyn the third dimension, though, mostly because she doesn't have the technology to do so (because if she tried to lift Lyn out of Flatland with her bare hands, she would die lol.) But with enough explaining and convincing, Lyn is taught about the third dimension, which is great for her.
So anyway, after that, Marley just leaves immediately which, naturally, Lyn is pretty devastated about (imagine if you were visited by a higher being and told about some awesome other world and then it just leaves.) She tries to keep this knowledge to herself for a few days, because she's already bad enough at conveying any info at all, but after a while she can't take it anymore and finally tries to tell someone. Which eventually leads to her being hunted down and executed, pretty much.
Oh, but thats not the end of the story!
This is 16-cell, A.K.A E. Hexadecachoron or Edgar. A being from the fourth dimension, or as I like to sometimes call it, Angleland.
So anyway, after a while, Marley goes to check on Lyn only to find that she's, y'know, fucking dead. So this is genuinely heartbreaking for Marley, because she had gotten attached to Lyn, then found out she's dead? Yeah. Sad. But before Marley can be all depressed about it, she's visited by 16-cell, the 4D guy. 16-cell tells Marley that he's here to teach her about the fourth dimension, much like Marley had come to teach Lyn about the third. Only this time, he actually shows her the fourth dimension. So after a while, while Marley is in Angleland, 16-cell tells her that he knows about Lyn, and says that Marley could see her again (because the fourth dimension is kind of time, kind of a spacial dimension, its sorta complicated...) to which, obviously, Marley agrees to do. So they travel through time, back to when Lyn was still alive, and 16-cell actually shows her the thirdâand fourth!âdimension. But anyway, Lyn and Marley reunite, yuri, the end. (For now, until I add more details to their story... thats just what I have right now...)
Sorry, just wanted to rant about them! I love my silly shape gals... Also maybe if you know their story you'll be able to make more silly drawings, so. That's sorta what I was going for.
Hope that all made sense btw.
I HAVE OTHER OCS TOO! but uh... I don't really have their stories fleshed out, nor have i named them, so right now I kind of just have a bunch of spare shape guys lying around. So yeah.
ILL BE LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR ART OF MY SILLIES
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Mod folder's cooked still, sharing photos of my sims from my gallery.
Not my preferred method, but I'm dying to share them! So anyways here's a mega photo dump.
Cade E Cherrypop! (Normal/Ruined)
My love for sentient entertainment animatronics is one that will forever remain unshaken. Cade E Cherrypop is the sentient android mascot of Cade E Arcade! (Thx to the new chibi preset by @sdmsims, another little mascot will be along shortly as a friend)
After society collapses due to a zombie-apocalypse-plus, the arcade falls into ruin, and Cade E eventually reawakens in the ruins in her second withered form, sun-bleached, dirty and damaged.
Xelleen Wisher
Xelleen Wisher's a gaming streamer in this world's analog to Twitch! Despite his anxiety disorder, he does his best to put up an optimistic and energetic persona for his audience. He really loves cute things, especially cats and small collectibles! He's also very, very good at videogames, dabbling in speed runs and challenge runs.
Xelleen was created by me as a very positive character. He combines physical traits that are painted as a stereotypical "neckbeard" image (acne, overweightness) with features of the "gamergirl" aesthetic (cute clothes, makeup, lots of pink.) He stands as his own person, defined by neither stereotype.
The bottom/last pic of the three shows his face without his makeup on!!
Steelie Buzzkill
(Wouldn't Be Possible Without @sdmsims's Anime Mod!!!)
Ordered as an Incarnate (an Incarnate is a special type of android commissioned to be a real-word version of a fictional character) of somebody's OC, Steelie's shipment was intercepted after the law recognizing android sentience was passed. His company dumped him and his peers on the side of the road near a rural town.
Since he was freed before artificial memories were programmed into him, he doesn't know what character he's intended to be, and he really doesn't WANT to know.
He works at IHopTopic, the compound store that exists because in this universe, IHop and Hot Topic had some sort of business deal from hell that led to a combined location.
(Between you and me, his design SOMEBODY's fannon ship child OC, but I won't say more than that, nor do the medias his parents are from exist irl.)
The rest will just be character images with short descriptions. I'll likely make individual posts later on going in more depth!!
Torren's a model! He models both clothes and makeup.
Torren's photographer, and general voice of reason. They're bascially buddies.
Aniyo loves hanging out in malls and drawing fanart for their favorite animes. Above all though, they love animals!! Their aspiration is to be a rescue caretaker for animals that need them.
A small trunked rodent I created called a 'rummager.'
It's too bad I'm missing the cc for this one, because I'd love to show their whole design in CAS. I really like this one. They have a lot to do with a certain collapse plotline.
Owner of a tattoo shop. VERY supportive of their artists, and probably one of the best bosses ever.
Tattoo artist working for Crim.
Another one of Crim's hired tattoo artists!
Third tattoo artist out of four in Crim's tattoo shop. (The fourth one's too short to show in gallery, sorry.)
Runaway teen after something really bad happened at home. Navigating the post-collapse hellscape with her horse.
Apex Zombie who's territory spans an entire abandoned city. It's antenna syncs up to the abandoned traffic cams, giving it eyes all over the urban ruins. As a side effect, the old digital billboards flicker to life in monochromatic imagery when it approaches.
@ssspringroll because I definitely used some of your CC in this. Idr where, but I DEFINETELY did. Also, you're one of my favorite creators, thank you for existing <3
#sims 4#ts4#simblr#my sims#weird sims#sims 4 screenshots#zombie apocalypse#zombies#androids#animatronics#body posititivity#honestly what else do I tag here lol#sdmsims
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why it ourple
ok.
i'm going to tell you the story of how purple became my favourite colour. and then, where the name vylet pony came from.
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ch.1 the mace windu incident
once upon a time. I really liked star wars. i kind of still like star wars i guess. but when i was a kid, i REALLY liked star wars.
in my room, i had a mace windu poster.
i still can't find the exact poster. it looked something like this
mace windu was my fav star wars character for an inconceivably long time. with that, i also became fascinated with his purple lightsaber. nobody else had a purple lightsaber. i loved it. staring at that poster constantly made me really like the colour purple. ever since the poster started exerting its technicolour pressures and whimsies upon me, i became fixated on the colour purple. forever.
"hai!~ im mace windu and i loveee Videos!" - mace windu, star wars episode iii: revenge of the sith
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ch. 2 the viny scratch era
fast forward like 7 years. i am in the my little pony fandom now. i am 13 years old. i really like vinyl scratch. she is pictured here:
my first online presence in the mlp community was as a vinyl scratch / dj pon3 roleplay account. for a good year, people called me vinyl and "vy".
however when it came time to start releasing music in the fandom, i couldn't go by vinyl scratch at the time. this name was already being used by the artist who currently goes by Scraton!
this is still one of my favourite songs by them:
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anyway. i actually held a really insane, irrational grudge against scraton for being named "vinyl scratch" as a music artist before me. i got past that after a while, because i had to stop being 13 first. i stopped being 13 and eventually fell in love with their music and we became friends later after!
but it's 2013 and i can't be vinyl scratch anymore. people already called me "vy" because of being a vinyl scratch persona.
so.
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ch. 3 it's vylet time-wait is that can opener? CANNI?
it started on december 28, 2012. i posted to my then-instagram account this image:
you may recognize this as my oc canni. here's their reworked look in the 2022 album (10 years later) can opener's notebook: fish whisperer (illustrated by @astroeden):
can opener's original name was "ultra vylet". their colour scheme was originally intended to be the inverse of vinyl scratch's, as a sort of strange protest to not being able to be vinyl scratch. i was like ok. well if i cant be vinyl scratch, i am going to make a character that swaps the main colours. within a few months of "ultra vylet" existing, i discarded the design in favour of a completely different one:
this would be the only time vylet consistently had purple in her design until 2018 or so.. lol.
then. on april 15, 2013, i posted this to my instagram:
i had essentially combined three things:
The fact the people called me "vy'
The fact that my favourite colour is purple (violet)
The fact that I wanted to be vinyl scratch (dj pon3) before
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ch. 4 vylet pony â vinyl scratch
that is to say, i never really put a lot of thought into "vylet pony" as a name. i just made it when i was 14 and now i am going to be 25 soon. will i keep vylet pony as a name forever? not sure. do i take great pride in its insanely snarky origin? absolutely.
after i had decided firmly on "vylet pony" as a name â after dropping the "3" from it â i made a new instagram account. the very first thing i posted to it was this:
illustrated by my friend, shade.
now that looks slightly vylet-like, design-wise, oc-wise. oh. but now she is grey and black? ok.
she stopped being purple from 2013-2018.
here is how her design progressed through the years:

the first one is by my then-partner sara. this is when vylet's cutiemark was still an upside down music note, reflected from "ultra vylet" / can opener's original design. i'll show how it became a puzzle piece next.
the second one is by shade
the third one is by chibadeer
the fourth one is by astroeden
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ch. 5 the puzzle piece
to this day, i still cannot find the fanart in question. but over instagram, someone asked to draw fanart of my pony. in doing so, they misconstrued the shape of the upside down music note as a puzzle piece, like this:
i've been looking forever for the original fanart/fanartist that made this mistake. because ever since that art, i just stuck with it anyway. i like puzzles and puzzle games. i'm also a puzzling and enigmatic person. and the puzzle piece can go into so many different things. all sorts of problem solving is like a puzzle. music fits neatly into that category in my opinion. so because of its intrigue and ability to mean so many different things, i just went with it. i never looked back.
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ch. 6 that is the history of the colour purple and vylet pony character design
i hope this answers the question "why it ourple"!
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PART 20 OF THE DECADE OF JOY STORY
Title: Baked Clay
(TW: LOTS of death. Major Character Death. Graphic Injury. Pretty concerning A.I. cardboard cutout dialogue)
This link has the links to the other parts: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/774964066342092800/rules
SETTINGS: Bus flashback(first part). Hallways(second part). Elevator(third part). Next to Boiler Room(fourth part). Office room(fifth part). Vents(sixth part). Boiler room(seventh part).
MAIN CHARACTERS: Maria Harper - Main Group - Frosty The Yeti - Huggy Wuggy - Rosalie - Percival The Plasticine Beast - Main Group
OCS in this part and their owners.
Maria Harper-TDOJ
Azure Nilson-TDOJ(Mentioned)
Handyman-TDOJ
Clarance The Clayman-TDOJ
HIxel Pixel-TDOJ(Mentioned)
Mr Shortcake-TDOJ
Icarus Tank-TDOJ
Mr Sandman-TDOJ
Percival The Plasticine Beast-TDOJ
Sheena Harper(Flashback)
Roman Harper(Flashback)
Caleb-Icanexplainwhythisnameisbad
A.I.-Icanexplainwhythisnameisbad(Mentioned)
Coo-Coo The Dog-Icanexplainwhythisnameisbad (Brief Appearance)
Silencer/Nostalgia Nancy-Icanexplainwhythisnameisbad(Mentioned)
Doodle The Stretchy Mime-Anewbieartist356(Brief Appearance)
Patty The Putty Dragon-Doris-Anewbieartist356(Brief Appearance)
Silas The Scorpion-Anewbieartist356
Doodle The Stretchy Mime-Anewbieartist356(Brief Appearance)
Candi Bee-Anewbieartist356
Melly Collen-Sweatycowboyqueen(Brief Appearance)
Rosalie-Corelex
Dupin Lupin-Corelex
Luccy Piccy-Multydraws
Huggy Wuggy
Boxy Boo(Brief Appearance)
Mommy Long Legs(Mentioned)
Bunzo Bunny(Brief Appearance)
Catnap(Mentioned)
Miss Delight + Sisters(Mentioned)
Doey The Doughman(Mentioned)
Dogday(Mentioned)
Frosty The Yeti
Riley
Kicken Chicken
Pianosaurus
Yarnaby
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She looked around in confusion, giving the place a good close look before looking up at her parents. They said that they were going somewhere butâŠthey didnât tell her where. They were currently at a bus stop and Maria was silently waiting for her parents to inform her on what they were doing. They were talking aboutâŠsomethingâŠbut she didnât know what. She looked down at her bat before smiling at it. Her parents had given this to her on her last birthday soâŠit was something she really liked. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didnât even realize that a bus had pulled up and that her parents were already getting on. She gasped and quickly ran over, making sure to stay by her fatherâs side.
Maria: âuhâŠmomâŠdad..? Where are we going?â
Her father, Roman Harper looked down at her with a smile before ruffling up her hair. Sheena walked made sure to pay the bus driver before stepping on, leading the family to a decent seat. The front seats, not too bad..
Roman: âitâs a surpriseâŠbut all Iâll say is that weâre heading somewhere that I personally think that youâll really like!â
Maria: âOh- uh..alright then!â
Maria didnât really know what he was talking about but she was curious anyways. The bus drive was pretty long with multiple people stepping on and stepping off butâŠthey never left. It was pretty crowded. At least 40 people up here. Midnight was around the corner and it was getting dark so the bus driver lazily turned his headlights on. HeâŠkinda looks tired. Maybe itâs just her eyes. She listened as her parents discussed Christmas plans, school, ughâŠtaxes. She let out a sigh then tried to bring up a different topic.
Maria: âHey, Mom? Do you think I could visit my friend next week? I havenât seen him in a while and weâve already got plans!â
Sheena: âhuh-? Oh! Course, hun. Here, Let me call his parents.â
Just as Sheena went to pull her phone out, a loud scream was heard, causing her to accidentally drop it to the floor. Roman looked up and noticed that the bus driver was driving like a maniac! What the hell was he doing!? Maria felt her Mother pull her close as her father ran to the front of the bus to see what the idiot was doing. He wasâŠsleeping⊠he was fucking sleeping. Roman immediately went to try and wake him up with a couple of other people when a loud whistle was heard. Maria looked up from her seat and saw a pair ofâŠheadlights..?âŠIsâŠis that a train? And they were at the front seats.. Roman, realizing that the bus driver wasnât waking up ran back over to Maria and Sheena then went to immediately protect them from the impact by using his body to block them off. Maria was about to say something when the train suddenly collided in with the bus.
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Maria suddenly stopped walking. Her eyes were widened and she had a tight grip on her bat. Caleb was still moving, but was briefly stopped by Handyman who seemed to notice. Handyman was about to go to check up on her but was stopped by Clarance, who put a hand on her shoulder to let them know that he could handle it. Clarance gestured for the two to keep moving before walking over to Maria. Handyman looked back at Caleb before lightly tapping on his arm, gesturing to him that they could keep moving ahead. Clarance stepped over to Maria but suddenly stopped when he noticed something below his feet. A newspaper⊠he looked up at her before picking up the newspaper and reading what it said. âBus collides with train, killing over 40 people except one girl.â His eyes widened. 40 people!? Thatâs practically a massacre! Clarance did a double take, rereading âexcept one girlâ.
He slowly looked up at Maria who still seemed frozen. Did sheâŠis that why sheâs here? He felt..bad. Thatâs awful. No kid should have toâŠgo though that.. He took now of how she slowly looked up at him before eventually snapping out of it and hurrying along.
Maria: âI-..Iâm fine. Donât worry about it.â
Clarance stared at her before looking down at the newspaper and bawling it up with a small nod. He threw it to the floor then followed after the rest of the group.
Clarance: âđąIâŠalright..đą - đŠWhere..đŠâ
Clarance paused before turning his head to look at Handyman. Sheâs been around here longer than he has, probably knows more, definitely knows moreâŠshe should know where to go. SureâŠhe used to work hereâŠhe has memories of it..but Handyman is allowed to roam around more. Probably has seen more ever sinceâŠ.everyone knows what. Handyman blinked before looking up at him. She looked at Maria and Caleb then huffed before answering his question
Handyman: ââŠBoiler room. Giant one.â
Clarance: âđ·Wait what-? Why there?đ· - đȘShouldnât we go somewhere else? Somewhere safer maybe.?đȘâ
Handyman: âToo dangerous.â
Clarance: âđȘI-đȘâ
Handyman: âA.I. watches everywhere at the higher floors. Harley is down at the lower floors. Security is everywhere. Doodle is back at the other place. S-â
Clarance: âđ·Okay, okay! I get it!đ· - đȘBoiler room it is..đȘâ
Handyman didnât like speaking much soâŠshe was relived that he finally cut her off. The two made sure that they both agreed on that location before hurrying that way. From behind themâŠa toy grabbed onto a phone then spoke into it, making sure to be as quiet as possible.
Icarus: âHello..? Theyâre heading to the mechanical roomâŠgiant one.â ⊠âWell- no..but-â ⊠âWe canât do that. Itâll blow up if we do-â ⊠ââŠfineâŠI can do that, sir..â
He hung up before calling other toys. The mechanical room was their last chance at catching those kids and those two rebellious experiments. He called many toys, Bunzo, who was just finished speaking to Mommy and was heading down now. There was also Mr Shortcake, Huggy and a few others. They were sending experiments down too. He heard someone else get mentioned in the call butâŠmehâŠtried calling A.I. but he seemed busy. Probably too busy. He should speak to him about that when he has time. Catching those kidsâŠIt was nothing personal..but they shouldnât be outside Playcare..and those two experiments need to be in their cells. They need to cooperate if they donât wanna end up like him anyways.. He blinked when he saw a small spider land on his snout before smiling.
Icarus: âohâŠhey, little guy.â
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Frosty hung up his phone before running towards a nearby elevator. MaybeâŠif he catches those four, itâll gain him Doeyâs approval. AsâŠabsurd as it sounds..he actually tried taking A.I.âs advice which of courseâŠfailed. SeriouslyâŠradiators? Where did he even get that from!? AnywaysâŠhe stepped onto the elevator and tapped his claws together as it began to take him down. He closed his eyes, attempting to calm his nerves when he saw Mr Shortcake step on. Mr Shortcake had thisâŠlook in his eyes..as if he had lost somebody. He frowned, knowing that feelingâŠall too well.
The ride down wasnât awkward but it was sure as hell quietâŠFrosty noticed how Mr Shortcake didnât react to the freezing cold air around him, as if he either didnât notice or didnât care.
Frosty: âHeyâŠabout Hix-â
Mr Shortcake: âđ©·Yes. I know.đ©·â
Frosty: âI just wanted to say that-â
Mr Shortcake: âđ©·I know that too.đ©·â
Frosty: ââŠ.im sorry.â
No response⊠Mr Shortcake gave him a small glance before nodding and stepping off the elevator when it finally stopped. He was going to catch that brat for killing his friend. Hixel was his best friend, they did everything together! He missed his pranks tooâŠHixel was like his⊠⊠anywaysâŠMr Shortcake was sure that once that brat was caught, then sheâd regret killing him. Heâs sure of it.
Frosty quietly watched as he walked away. Seems like everyoneâs been losing friends latelyâŠHuggy and A.I., Mr Shortcake and Hixel, him and Doey⊠whoâs next? He didnât really care to know right nowâŠ. Frosty stepped off and chased after Mr Shortcake. Not because he wanted to but because he was heading straight towards where they needed to go. As he ran, he suddenly noticed a large experiment and stopped in his tracks. Silas. Heâs helpful! He can definitely help them all with this!
Frosty: âSilas! There you are! CanâŠyou could help meâŠwith something..?â
Silas: âHelp..? Yeah, definitely! I can do that. What do you need help with?â
Frosty: âIn the big, BIG mechanical room, there are a couple of experiments and orphans. I need your help in catching them! Do youâŠthink you could do that..?â
Silas: âOh..of course! Iâm always happy to help.â
Frosty: âGreat! Letâs go!â
Frosty immediately turned and began running again with Silas following after him. As long as he got to help..thatâs all he needed to be satisfied.
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Huggy quickly crawled through the vents, squeezing through the smaller ones and practically gliding through the bigger ones. He noticed a drop and without hesitation, leaped down, landing on his side with a loud bang. Luckily, it didnât hurt too much so he simply got up and kept going. He had informed Boxy that he needed to head down to the mechanical room after getting a call from Icarus midway through his âtalkâ with the other toy. He took multiple shortcuts, avoided dead-ends and blocked off some dangerous routes when he finally found a room to get into. Right next to the mechanical room. It would take those two kids and experimentsâŠwhat? At least 30 minutes to get here? So he can just catch them once they try getting In. Huggy looked aroundâŠit wasâŠfilthyâŠhe should try cleaning up at least while he waits.
He grabbed a couple of crates and neatly stacked home on top of eachother before picking up some fallen pencils that were lying on the floor. As he cleaned, the room began to look better and better. Just as he was halfway through he sawâŠsomething. A cardboard cutout? He looked at the chair that covered it then made little effort to move it to the side to seeâŠa cardboard cutout..of A.I..
A.I. of all toys. Really? He felt like he was being taunted.. Huggy looked at the big red button next to the art of his friend. He didnât even realize that A.I. HAD a cutout⊠he was pretty curious to hear what it sounded like- wellâŠobviously it would sound like his friend! He was curious to hear what his lines were⊠Huggy looked around to make sure that nobody was watching before pressing on the red buttonâŠ
âHiya! Welcome to the tour. Iâm A.I. your guide for this evening :Dâ
Huggy stared at it after it said that. Oh yeahâŠhe DID used to do tours before THOSE two⊠hm⊠He remembers how they DID try to let him do a tour after he was let out butâŠhe was just acting all KINDS of crazy, practically keeping them hostage, being hostile at times, he even almost leaked some sensitive information! Obviously heâs notâŠmadâŠat his friend for itâŠit was just a reaction. A response to being sealed away for years. Heâs only recently joined them after all. Huggy hesitated before pressing on the button again.
ââŠY'know i haven't seen a lot of people on tours recentlyâŠâ
He sounds nervous. Wait- did they actually have theseâŠrecorded? The cutouts were supposed to be a take on the toyâs âbehaviorâ. TskâŠat least what kind of behavior they were supposed to have⊠and the first line was incredibly accurate to how he used to act before The Hour Of Joy but this second oneâŠ.Huggy couldnât help but press on, wanting to see the last bit of lines.
âW-wait it's over already?!â
He blinked in surprised. Okay. Thatâs DEFINITELY a more modern line. Did they take these voice lines from when they had first allowed him to do his old job after he was let out-? The Prototype wouldnât do that, would he? But..considering how he is, he may have. Huggy has no big issue with The Prototype, heâs a follower to him, just like the others. But Huggy wasnât as devoted as Catnap or as rebellious as Dogday. He pressed the button again but was frightened by the response that came out of it.
âDONâT LEAVE! PLEASE! PLEASE DONT LEAV-â
The line cut out into static. Harsh. static. ThatâŠusually marked the end of a cutoutâs lines. He stared at the cutout with a blank, permanent smile on his face before turning and looking at a nearby TV. It was broken. He looked back at the cutout before frowning. WellâŠas much as he COULD frown considering the shape of his face.. Huggy grabbed it before walking over to a giant drawer and tucking the cutout behind the drawer. He felt bad. Maybe he shouldâŠ.talk to A.I. later-? This whole âdeath if you donât catch those kidsâ thing was stressing him out a bit anyways. Maybe a conversation can keep his mind off of it for a little.
âââââ
Rosalie quickly began to type something into her phone. She was only given this due to being a worker experimentâŠtold not to use it for anything bad. Once the call was made, she put it up to her ear.
Rosalie: âDad? Hey.. I was informed by Mr Hallard as to where the two kids and experiments are. He speculates that due to this spilled information that some of the more hostile experiments might try and go after the kids.â ⊠âYeah, I was given a couple of guns by him. He told me to lend one to you..â ⊠âOkay..Iâll see you there.â
Rosalie hung up the phone before sighing. She hopes that they can catch all of these experiments before more deaths happen. Hixel dying was enough of a bad thing, they donât need anymore deaths. Especially with Mr Sandman spilling someâŠvery personal information about the place to those kids. Like her father always saidâŠthey canât keep this secret hidden forever. People are bound to find out eventually. Rosalie processed that thought for a moment before loading her gun and running to the location that she was informed that sheâd find the experiments.
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The Plasticine demon watched with a malicious and hungry grin on his face as Doris ran down the halls like a madman. FinallyâŠsome good food. He felt Candi climb up on his back and looked at her with a shared grin. He began to crawl through the vents towards where he heard her heading, making sure that no dust, dirt or cobwebs got on Candi. He knew how she could be whenever something ruined her fluff. Not to mention they were pretty good friends after all. Maybe heâll find that Mr Clayman when they get there..
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The group suddenly stopped. Handyman looked up ahead. A giant hole in the floor⊠they were walking through a long hall when Handyman noticed thatâŠhalf of it was missing. Leading to a giant hole in the ground. Handyman stared at the hole, trying to think of what to possibly do when Clarance slowly began to shift and remold his form. It took at leastâŠ20 secondsâŠbut he had shifted into a long bridge for the group to get across on. More detailed than what Doey wouldâve done but not too detailed at the same time⊠Maria was hesitant but finally gave in and walked across as Handyman and Caleb made their way down to the other side. After everyone was across, Clarance slowly shifted back before lagging behind the group, probably to recover after doing that. Maria looked back at him and with a reluctant huff, slowly began to lag behind with him. She wasâŠthinking about earlier. As much as she didnât wanna talk about it..she just wanted to know.
He looked at her for a split second before looking back up ahead at Caleb and Handyman, thoughâŠhe wasnât exactly expecting her next questionâŠ
Maria: âHey D- erâŠ.Clarance. Do you ever feel like you did something wrongâŠeven if itâs not your fault?â
He blinked in surprise before looking down at her. Huh? Whatâs she talking about? Be scratched the back of his head with a furrowed brow and a puzzled expression
Clarance: âđ·WellâŠI canât say that I havenât.đ·â
Maria: ââŠhm.â
The walk was a bitâŠawkward, until Clarance began to speak up again.
Clarance: âđąYou knowâŠyou donât have to feel guilty aboutâŠwhatever youâre feeling guilty for.. if you did nothing wrong then thereâs really no reason to be guilty. Is..anyone blaming you for what happened?đąâ
Maria: âWellâŠNo- not exactly.â
Clarance: âđąThen..that settles it.đą - đȘI-âŠLookâŠIâm not exactly the most..innocent guy. Iâve..done some stuff in the past that I..honestly wish I could change. But..whatâs done is done and I canât do anything about it. But you really have to forgive yourself if you want that burden off of your chest. Other people can say that they forgive you all they want but in reality, the guilt wonât go away until you decide to address what happened and accept it. It was bad, it was..probably awful even..for everyone involvedâŠbut when you finally do that, THEN the guilt will go awayđȘ.â
Maria: ââŠhuhâŠâ
Maria fell silent, thinking about what Clarance had said. She supposes that sheâsâŠnever actually forgiven herselfâŠfor the accident. Sure..she never caused it and wouldnât have even if given the chance but she was the ONLY survivor. Was it all just fromâŠpure luck? She blinked and thought back toâŠsomeone else. Clarance looked down at her before tilting his head.
Clarance: âđąDo you have any friends?đąâ
Maria: âWell- I know pretty much everyone at Playcare butâŠthere was ONE specific girl.â
Clarance: âđȘBest friends?đȘâ
Maria: âSisters.â
Clarance: âđȘOh- I see⊠and..where is she now?đȘâ
Maria: âuhâŠâ
Maria looked away, tightening her grip on her bat before sighing.
Maria: âI kindaâŠleft her...â
Clarance: âđąwait- what? Whyâd you do that?đąâ
Maria: âBecause⊠because I want to leave! I donât want toâŠbe here trapped with a bunch of..weird giant creatures!â
Clarance wasâŠrather offended by her comment of âweird giant creaturesâ. After allâŠitâs not exactly his fault that he looks like this. WellâŠitâŠkinda ISâŠbut he didnât CHOSE to look this way! Nonetheless, he ignored the comment.
Clarance: âđąWhy not take her with you?đąâ
Maria: âBecause sheâŠloves this place. If I even suggested it sheâd be sure to keep the closest eye on me as she possibly could! I HAD to leave her behind!â
Clarance: âđądid you ever think to ask herâŠWHY she likes this place so much?đąâ
Maria: âWellâŠNo-?â
Clarance: âđąâŠYou knowâŠmaybe her love for this place goes deeper than just the looks and atmosphere. Maybe itâs something personal, something she doesnât want anyone to know.đąâ
Maria: âPersonal? Azure is anything BUT personal with me! She tells me practically everything-â
Clarance: ââŠAzure?â
Maria: ââŠyeahâŠAzure. Azure Nilson. You know anything about her?â
Clarance suddenly went silent. MemoriesâŠtheyâre flooding back again. He remembers a few years agoâŠwhat was it? 10 years ago? Reports about a kid who had been taken from her parents due toâŠ. Anyways⊠she was aroundâŠ6 or 5 when she showed up. Displayed a strange disliking of adults and disliking for other people in general..never hurt them though, just never socialized. ThoughâŠshe was absolutely phenomenal at the game station. Succeeding in almost every aspect of itâŠand for a simple toddlerâŠthatâs impressive.. they were going to use her forâŠexperimenting purposesâŠbut thenâŠTHATâŠhappened.. Azurite Bluebell Cheery Nilson.. oh, he remembers her all so clearly now.
Clarance: âđȘAh. You must be talking about Azurite. Yes, she was veryâŠskittishâŠaround the adults and other people in general. Though she seemed to adore the toys. Sheâd often stick around the Miss Delights when she didnât wanna be around any people and she told them far more information about herself than she even told us.đȘâ
Maria: âwhatâŠs-so youâre saying that sheâs SCARED of me?!â
Clarance: âđąNo, no! Not at all..đą - đȘWe actually didnât think sheâd MAKE a friend. Nonetheless find a âsisterâ of sorts⊠Iâm..impressed, Maria.đȘâ
Maria: âOh- erâŠI justâŠsaw her alone when I got here and decided to talk to her. Sheâs pretty nice..â ⊠âYou think sheâs mad? That I left?â
Clarance: âđąWellâŠyou should know her better than me, right?đą - đȘAfter allâŠI Only knew her for a few of months. Youâve known her since you got here. Which Iâm assuming has been a while.đȘ - đ·Anything you know about her?đ·â
Maria: âSheâsâŠsheâs smart. Very talented. Sheâs got PURE skill. But sheâsâŠpretty naive and over forgiving.â
Clarance: âđąSee? Over forgiving. Im sure she didnât take it personally.đąâ
Clarance fell silent before continuing.
Clarance: âđąIf you truly feel guilty for leaving herâŠIâd suggest we go back- andâŠđąâ ⊠âđȘon second thoughtâŠwhatâs done has already been done..and we canât go back on that. Especially after what weâve been erâŠdoingâŠas of recently. Next time you see her? Apologize.đȘâ
Maria: ââŠwhat if she doesnât forgive me?â
Clarance: âđąShe doesnât have to. Her forgiving you is completely HER choice and if she doesnât want toâŠthen youâll unfortunately have to live with that. JustâŠforgive yourself..after you acknowledge your mistake and understand that it wasnât right⊠okay?đąâ ⊠âđȘAh..andâŠactually show her that you mean itâŠapologies mean nothing when theyâre not backed up.đȘâ
Maria: ââŠohâŠ.alrightâŠâ ⊠âHey uhâŠthanks, Clarance..â
Clarance: ââŠ.No problem..â
HmâŠhe kinda talks like her dad. Just as their conversation ended, they made it to a pair of big doors. Handyman walked up and slowly pushed it open to revealâŠa giant room. Mostly gray. But there was machinery everywhereâŠexceptâŠthe middle of the room, which had a giant..thing located thereâŠMaria couldnât make out what exactly it was but Clarance and Handyman seemed to know. A boiler. Up above seemed to be another floor all together. Either that or a really long balcony that formed a circle⊠Maria narrowed her eyes. Isnât this just a boiler roomâŠ?
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DidâŠthe toys not know what to call it or something?? YeeshâŠitâs almost like theyâre children.. anyways.. Caleb felt around before shutting the door behind them with Clarance moving a plank and some other junk in front of it as a barricade. the group began to make their way through the large room, avoiding certain machines and sharp objects laid around on the ground. NowâŠto find the doors.. Maria and Caleb made sure to stick close to Handyman and Clarance. Maria took note of some cardboard cutouts in the roomâŠhuhâŠodd⊠there was anâŠhour glass wolf, clock dog and thatâŠweird black and white cartoon toy that attacked them earlier withâŠugh..that TV. Maria went to go and see what they were all about when loud banging was suddenly heard from the door that they had just entered from, prompting the group to began running to what appeared to FINALLY be a large pair of doors! ..Sliding doorsâŠugh⊠Luckily, this one seemed to allow for Handyman to use her hands to get through it. She pressed her hand against the scanner and watched as the door opened up. FinallyâŠthey can leave now. Just as the group was beginning to walk throughâŠa giant toy suddenly blocked their path, taking a step inside with a low, rumbling growl.
Mariaâs eyes widened as she was suddenly face to face with a pair of headlights. That sun toyâŠshe thought that they killed him! He should be dead! Right-? She saw him die, sheâŠshe KNOWS she did! He had a large prosthetic leg and his body was visibly littered with more scars and wounds than before. Not to mention he lookedâŠPISSED AS EVER⊠Handyman began to push the group back but the doors from the other side of the room suddenly burst open, revealing Huggy, Pianosaurus and Rosalie. From another pair of doors they didnât see Frosty, Silas and Mr Shortcake appeared. From above Dupin, Doris, Bunzo, Boxy, Yarnaby andâŠpretty much the rest of security and some other toys and experiments appeared, including a demon looking toy who had a love themed bee on his back, Doodle, and a large black cat who appeared to have a hand for a tail⊠there was also a clock-dog who appeared with something following from behind him..
Theyâre surrounded⊠The group immediately scattered as Mr Sandman lunged at them, slamming his hand against the ground which caused the room to shake a bit. His body seemed to heat up drastically as he got angrier and angrier which seemed to make Clarance uncomfortable. Maria ran past the boiler as Mr Sandman charged directly at her. Rosalie cocked her gun and aimed it at Melly but felt it get knocked out of her hand by Percival, who took it and aimed it at Clarance before firing with a low, demonic laugh. The shot missedâŠbut he felt the heat from the bullet as it nearly went past him. Clarance let out a pained hiss as the clay on his side burned and darkened from the heat. OhâŠhes gonna die in here if it gets too hot⊠andâŠhe was in for more trouble as Percival suddenly dropped down with Candi still on his back. The Plasticine toy seemed to be ignoring the painful heat in favor of making an attempt to attack him. ThereâsâŠtoo much going on. He felt like he was gonna have a meltdown! Caleb seemed to have better luck at avoiding attacks than the others, they seemed more focused on catching Maria, Handyman and Clarance anywaysâŠthough Huggy seemed rather interested in catching him unfortunately. He fell back as Huggy attempted to grab him before getting up and immediately climbing up the closest thing he could get to. When he reached the top, he felt somethingâŠis that a giant crate? He heard the sound of someone climbing the machine and on instinct, shoved the crate off of the machine, causing it to land directly on Huggy which also caused him to go falling to the ground with a loud thud. Handyman avoided an attack from Doodle, managing to slip past her. The mime wasnât having it however..Doodle grabbed onto her leg and threw her over towards Melly. Handyman didnât hit Melly but was thrown past the other experiment, landing on her front fortunately however. She immediately got up and started running again. Caleb leaped down from where he was, landing on his feet. He was met with Maria who managed to get away from Mr Sandman. Clarance had also managed to meet up with the group too with Handyman following after them. Yarnaby pretty much attacked anything in sight but was quickly shot at by Rosalie, who had a spare gun on her. Rosalie then watched as Bunzo ran over to the group as quickly as he could with Silas sticking close behind. Rosalie grabbed onto another gun before throwing it up to her father.
Dupin grabbed onto a gun that Rosalie had thrown him before aiming at one experimentâŠbutâŠhe didnât shoot..âŠwhatâs that sound? He perked his ears up and looked around before his eyes landed on the boiler. WaitâŠthe room is hot⊠and thereâs a boilerâŠitâs ringing. Boilers only make noises like that when theyâre about toâŠOh no.. He looked at Rosalie and on instinct, used her real name.
Dupin: âMACKENZIE! THE BOILER-â
Rosalie suddenly looked up at Dupin. Frostyâs eyes widened. Wait. Itâs gonna explode from the roomâs heat.. he ran over to it and attempted to use his own body to cool it down butâŠwas unfortunately too late. Mr Sandman as standing right next to the generator a when it suddenly exploded, the blast caused him to get thrown back and just narrowly miss hitting Mr Shortcake who instinctively ducked and covered his head to protect himself from the blast. Rosalie and a few others such as Riley, Kicken, Coo-Coo and Luccy managed to dodge out of the way and get minor scars butâŠothers were unfortunately moreâŠunlucky..
Yarnaby was set ablaze from the heat of the blast while Bunzoâs upper half was ripped clean off. Boxy who was also there, had his wooden body burnt from the heat as well, though he was luckily alive. As Yarnaby squirmed and slashed around frantically in a desperate attempt to put the flames out, Frosty simply laid limp against the ground, most of his fur having been burned off with his plastic face having been meltedâŠhe appeared to be alive though⊠Mr Sandman laid completely limp as well but that was only because he as trapped under some rubble.. Silas was more fortunate as he wasnât buried, though all of the death was a very unpleasant sight⊠He immediately went to go and make sure that Mr Sandman was alright. The blast launched Pianosaurus back, causing his head to hit a machine and snap his neck. Doodle had curled up into a ball which protected her from most of the blast while Percival had used most of his body to make sure that Candi didnât get hit, tanking most of it himself.
Mr Shortcake put a hand to his head. UghâŠheadache⊠as he slowly got up, he looked around for any survivors before noticingâŠPercival.
Plasticine releases toxic fumes when it burnsâŠ
He gasped before immediately getting up and running, this caused other toys to notice and begin running as well. Candi was still being covered by Percival who appeared to be aliveâŠjust barely. She seemed to be knocked outâŠhuh.. Doris had her leg impaled by a metal pipe and was acting absolutely wild about it, lashing out at everything nearby, though she was stopped when she suddenly got caught in a net by Rosalie, who just barely managed to regain her composure. Huggy was nearby. It took a few moments for him to react but he managed to push the crate off of him, revealing some of his now burnt fur, melted plastic and a couple exposed wounds. Oh..he really shouldnât let A.I. see him like this.. heâd FLIP OUT!! Luckily there are no TVs in the place⊠he tried to get up but fell to the ground. OhâŠhis leg is twistedâŠgreat⊠he sighed before collapsing against the floor. GodâŠhe needs a break..
Maria, Caleb and Handyman all huddled together, in an attempt to avoid the explosion.. Maria slowly and hesitantly opened her eyes before looking around. Dark⊠isâŠis she dead..? She let out a shaky sigh before feeling around and touching someone. An arm? Felt likeâŠskinâŠoh.. OkayâŠthatâs Caleb⊠she felt around some more before her hand landed on what felt like other metal or plasticâŠveryâŠheated metal or plastic. Ow⊠so thatâs Handyman. She attempted to adjust her eyes to the darkness but..that was pretty hard.
Maria: âerâŠCaleb..? You there..?â
Caleb: âUh..Yeah..? Iâd hope so.â
Maria: âOkayâŠHandyman..?â
She heard the sound of creaking. Okay..goodâŠgood⊠as she felt around more her hand landed on a..bowtie? She blinked in confusion before picking it up and holding it to her face, trying to see it better. She canât see it at allâŠbut that was definitely fabric.
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Whereâs Clarance..?
Handyman pressed a hand against the ceiling?.. sheâs kneeling downâŠthe ceiling isnât supposed to be that low.. with little to no effort, she slowly pushed whatever was covering them off of. She stood up and looked aroundâŠit was dark with a couple of lights flickering on and offâŠbodies everywhere.. she then looked down at what had protected them from the blast. It was completely black with a few cracks over itâŠ
She looked closer before realizingâŠohâŠthats..thatâs Clarance.
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WaitâŠTHATS CLARANCE! Maria gasped in shock as she stared at him. Is heâŠis he DEAD!? NoâŠhe canât be deadâŠshe- she just TALKED to him! Not long ago they were just having a conversation! She looked around at everything else, multiple toys and experiments laying either limp against the floor or were barely moving at all. Her grip on the bowtie tightenedâŠbefore she could even say anything, Handyman suddenly grabbed Maria and Caleb before rushing out of the opened door, wanting to leave before any of those experiments got back upâŠCaleb seemedâŠreasonably Shaken up from what happened. He just heard something explode, and wasnât given any information on whatâs happening! What happened? Did someone get hurt? WellâŠbesides him throwing a crate on someone⊠He should ask questions laterâŠ
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Welcome all to the circus! Please take your seats and let us begin, shall we? For my first performance, I'll recite my list of rules from the top of my head! Amazing, right? Totally! Now pay attention folks, you'll need to, as there is a hidden password hidden somewhere between the guidelines to this blog!
1) For my very first rule to you dear audience, it's a simple one to follow! Please do not rush my responses, I do have a life outside of this little blog! With that said, I do enjoy and prefer if we have conversations outside of roleplay too! I can be dmed for conversations most times! Believe it or not, I am very shy to approach one of your Audience members first, so please please approach first. If we have more conversations OOC, I'll become more confident in what I write with you and in turn, be open to more possibilities!
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Moving right along onto our next topic, here is more information on the blog itself and the ships it will do!
On this blog, I welcome a variety of ships and pairings, including OC x Canon! I play a variety of the canon characters, Lucifer is simply my main muse! Here is a bulleted list of those I have mused before!
Lucifer Morningstar
Lilith Morningstar
Alastor
Angel Dust
Husk
Vaggie
Zestial
Vox
Adam
Lute
There are characters that I am open to trying as well in this other conveniently placed bulleted list!
Carmilla Carmine
Rosie
Mimzy
Nifty
Charlie Morningstar
Velvette
Emily
If you have another character, please request! I may also be willing to muse them for you! The one character I ban is Valentino!
As far as ships go, I do enjoy Huskerdust, Appleradio, all sorts of ships! I simply do not ship Charlastor or that one pairing with Vaggie and Angel Dust!
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Getaway Camp : Eleven



Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!Fem
Warnings: 18+, mentions of smut, dirty talk, slight foreplay, minor angst, language, mentions of death, fluff, lots of teasing.
Summary: Charlie and Valerie get away for the weekend, enjoying every second alone they get together. When Charlie comes back, he finds a surprise waiting for him.
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Ten ââ Twelve
July 9th 1961
Itâs hot when Charlie wakes up. The sunâs rays shining through the fabric above him and getting trapped inside. Itâs immediately uncomfortable but Charlie ignores it as he reaches to his side, the blanket falling low on his bare hips. Yet his hand just meets sleeping bag. His eyes open to find the spot beside him empty and he sighs until he hears the clutter of a pan outside the tent walls. Sitting up he discovers his clothes from last night are gone and he has no choice but to pull on the green shirt and khakis he had packed with him.
Ever since the Fourth of July, Charlie and Valerie couldnât get enough of each other. As predicted the great cabin shuffle was hard to recreate so the pair had to get creative. The boat house had become a common destination since Charlie knew there was a cot in there from rowing. When it came to the weekend, the couple was quick to pack everything they had and hike to the spot where they had their first date. A whole weekend that was just the two of them, in a tent, with nothing but woods around. Charlie would like to say he had connected with nature while out here but if he was being honest, he spent more time connected to Valerie than anything else.
âMorning handsomeâ Valerie smiles from her campfire set up, scrambled eggs in a pan. They seemed to be sticking to the pan more than actually edible but Charlie didnât have it in him to mind. Especially since the girl sat in his blue shirt from the night before and only the blue shirt.
âSmells goodâ he tells her, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips, his hand grazing along the back of her head and to the base of her neck. Now that the pair had explored each otherâs bodies she had found Charlieâs kisses to be less shy and more demanding. He had no issue positioning her anyway he wanted when his mouth met her own.
âYou look cuteâ she says when he pulls back and despite the light blush on his cheeks he canât help but laugh at the comment.
âI guess I shouldâve packed more camp friendly clothesâ he suggests, moving to sit in the seat across from her own and Valerie smiles, scooping some eggs on a plate and passing them his way.
âItâs okay, I donât mind. I plan on taking them off of you anywayâ and Charlie grins a wide and devilish smile. He was not foreign to hooking up with a girl before but this was not that. He simply couldnât get enough of Valerie which hadnât ever happened to him before. Each time he found himself trying to out pour his appreciation for her. By the third time around he discovered he had been making love, not hooking up. The thought scared him, but he was obsessed with her more.
âLike you did last night?â Charlie suggests, eyebrows jumping at the reminder of how they had tried to eat dinner in this very spot last night. Yet Charlie had ended up with his pants pooled around his ankles and Valerieâs pretty lips wrapped around his cock as he watched the waterfall. Maybe he could convince her to leave civilization and stay with him in these woods forever.
âAnythingâs a possibilityâ she tells him, sipping from her glass of water as he digs into the eggs. There is barely any taste but he eats them anyway, smiling at her, and wishing they didnât have to head back to camp so soon. He hated meeting her in the boat house and then having to go sleep separately. Yet for Nate and Levi, that was their one time thing hooking up with those girls. Charlie knew Levi wasnât mean about it in the way Nate was. Mia just happened to be a casual hookup that they both wanted to keep casual. Who would have thought? It also made Chrissy extra whiny and impossible to escape. Charlie officially felt Valerieâs pain when it came to her roommate for the summer season.
âYou keep me hostage in these woods any longer and Ezra might send out a search party for meâ Charlie tells her after a while and Valerie giggles, aware of how Charlie had been favoring her over anyone else these days. She had been doing the same, ditching Levi because she only had a taste for Charlie.
âIâll make it up to him, I think heâll understand though. I have a very attractive boyfriendâ Valerie says but almost instantaneously after the label leaves her lips, the tops of her ears burn red. âI mean, friend-boy. Guy I date-â
Sheâs cut off by Charlieâs bellowing laughter, his hand falling to his chest as he tries to calm down. Yet his amusement hasnât stopped yet, the cute and panicked look on her face making him laugh more. When it finally calms he gives a wide and comforting smile as he reaches for her hand across their mini pop up table. âIâm your boyfriend V. At least I better be cause Iâd be pissed if you tried dating someone elseâ
âSame Aceâ Valerie says with a shy smile, her cheeks still a soft pink from the conversation she hadnât expected to have.
âI donât have eyes for anyone else. Well I still favor Miss December but-â and Valerie is launching a piece of bread from her plate at the boy, Charlie laughing as he dodges it. He still had the centerfold of Miss December, his first ever read poem written on the back of it. Yet he found himself reading the words more than looking at the picture these days.
âI have better boobs than Miss Decemberâ Valerie claims and Charlie smirks, eyes dropping to her chest. How her nipples are peaked through the blue fabric of his shirt, the outline of her curves pulling the button in that spot taught. Valerieâs arenât nearly as big as Miss Decemberâs, than again is anyoneâs? Even Charlie knew the image was unrealistic. Valerie was still big chested in all the ways that mattered and turned him on. He always had been a boob guy.
âYeah they are, plus Iâve actually felt them beforeâ Charlie wiggles his eyebrows and Valerie giggles, Charlieâs hand tugging her own, and indicating she join him on his side of the table. When she obeys and sits in his lap, Charlie discovers there truly is nothing under his shirt as his hand settles on her ass. Itâs no surprise to either of them heâs already hardening beneath her.
âWhat, you trying to get me over here to grope my chest or something?â she teases but Charlie pretends to take it seriously. Fingers tracing through the fabric of his shirt on her form, slowly moving until his hand grazes inside, fingers brushing under her breast before cupping it gently in his hand. The perfect fit.
âMaybeâ he grins and Valerie just rolls her eyes before kissing him. Itâs not anything sexual but her tongue ends up in his mouth anyway and she wished they didnât have to pack up so soon to make it in time for her afternoon shift.
âYou gonna see Ezra tonight?â she asks once she breaks away from his lips. She loved the taste of him.
âYeah, if I donât Iâll go crazy alone in my cabin without youâ Charlie tells her, the hand once placed on her chest now tucked gently against her thigh and holding her in place.
âCabin fever huh?â she asks and Charlie chuckles before giving her a genuine look.
âThat must explain it, because I go crazy whenever Iâm without youâ and Valerie feels the words settle on her lips, yet they donât come out. Her heart thrumming quickly in her chest because those three words may be simple but for her they hold so much weight. She had always been different from other girls, felt excluded in ways she couldnât understand. She was used to boys, the careless and reckless ways they lived their lives. It was no surprise to her when she viewed them more as brothers than love interests. Love was never an option, and now suddenly it was everything.
âThen letâs hope summer never endsâ Charlieâs affectionate smile quickly falls into a frown, not expecting such a harsh reality to be thrown his way. They had never had a conversation but he knew there was a timeline. He just hadnât expected to put his feelings out there and suddenly find out Valerie has no interest in continuing this after camp was done. A harsh reality he was hoping to ignore for a little longer.
âYeah, letâs hopeâ he agrees and she misses the sad tone of his voice as she lifts from his lap and begins to pick up their things. Charlie canât even bring himself to admire the curve of her ass thatâs been revealed to him or playfully slap it. Instead he finally feels sad knowing itâs not just him that feels thereâs an expiration date to what the both of them have.
It only takes about an hour to pack up camp, the giant backpacks on both of their backs filled to the brim. The hike had gotten easier for Charlie too. Once he discovered it was worse saying goodbye to Valerie when they got back it felt like the walk wasnât the worst thing he had to go through. He had kissed her goodbye for nearly twenty minutes before she finally pulled away because she would be late if she didnât. Sometimes he wished she wasnât so punctual.
Slowly he makes the short walk back to his cabin, uninterested in the rest of the day, until he eyes the small mail box nailed to the side of the cabin. It hadnât ever changed since he got here, a layer of rust on the side, a bit crooked against the wood. Yet today the lid was propped open and the smallest corner of a yellowing envelope peaked out from inside. In a scramble heâs digging in, freeing the three letters addressed to him. He canât help the way his stomach clenches as he reads the familiar return sender names on each. Suddenly he canât get inside the cabin fast enough.
Quickly he plops down in the chair of the desk, shoving aside a few liquor bottles to make space for him to read. Not even bothering to find a letter opener, heâs tearing the seal open with is finger. Eagerly freeing the letter inside, the familiar chicken scratch making his heart leap. It had been so long, so long since he had seen any of them in person. Suddenly he wanted to cry, the yearning for his friends deepening inside him. In this moment he promises himself he will visit them soon, not waste another shared moment between them. Especially with how long it took to send letters back and forth from camp.
Dear Charlie,
It is absolutely no surprise that youâve become king of the camp. Yet for some reason itâs hard to picture you sleeping in a cabin and swatting away mosquitoes. The same guy who used to have all his shirts pressed and the finest liquors hidden under your floorboards. Then again Iâm sure youâve found a supply to keep you occupied. Or maybe youâve changed from the boy I once knew and now youâre embracing nature and all it has to offer.
The image of you on waterskiâs will be enough to keep me going until the next time I see you. Even better the idea of you falling. After I made sure you didnât get hurt of course. Iâm sure youâre making the most of this summer lifestyle. This girl Valerie sounds like she makes it all worth it. Then again you always worshipped any girl you could find. Yet the way you refer to her leads me to believe youâve finally found a soft spot. I would love to meet the lady who finally tames the wild and reckless Charlie Dalton.
Please write me back soon, no feeling in the world compares to the one I get when I see Charlie Daltons name written on the side of an envelope.
Love, Todd Anderson
Charlie chuckles, hugging the letter close to his chest, thankful Todd hadnât lost that part of him. The confidence he found right before Neil had died. Neil was Charlieâs best friend but to Todd, Neil was his person. The one that changes the entire trajectory of your life. One that suddenly means everything and then gets ripped from you just as quick as you got him. It wasnât fair then and it wasnât fair now. Then again, nothing in life really was. You just had to make the most of what you got while you had it.
Charlie,
When I had heard you were to work at a summer camp Iâm pretty sure I had to be resuscitated. Picturing you in a cabin, possibly with a roommate like Cameron, seems like the purest form of hell youâd ever endure. Then again Iâm sure itâs nice to finally be away from your parents. What doesnât surprise me is that youâve found yourself a girl. This Valerie sounds like a real charmer, especially if she happened to lock down you.
I go to Harvard Law in the Fall and Chris is staying back at community college. I am already dreading when the day comes so I canât imagine how you feel when the same happens for you.
What I can tell you is to fight for her. When I had read your letter it was the first time I saw a glimpse of the Charlie I knew before Neil had died. Iâve been waiting a really long time to have him back. Plus Iâm sure Neil wouldâve kicked my ass if he knew I encouraged you to let go of the first girl to ever get Charlie Dalton to settle down.
I miss you buddy, please keep in touch.
Love, Knoxious
Charlie shorts a laugh at the letter, eager to tell him that so far his roommate had been pretty cool. He shouldâve expected the sentiment though. It was the romantic in Knox. Knox would beg him to stay with any girl if Charlie had even slightly mentioned her. Itâs because as much as Charlie talks about girls there was never the idea of one.
Charlie,
It doesnât shock me youâre working at a summer camp. In fact, I always had a feeling youâd give up on civilization and become one with the trees. Real life was never really meant for you. Youâve always been wild and free, I figure you fit right in. Probably friends with the animals and wiping your ass with a leaf. It makes sense.
Next week me and Pitts start early admission at Yale. Feels kind of crazy the days of college are already here when thatâs all we used to talk about. Pitts says hi by the way, he agrees summer camp was meant for you. He saw no point in writing you since youâd probably be annoyed with his non legible handwriting anyway.
Charlie this is Pitts, I am happy to write you but Steven is a control freak who thinks itâs easier to send our letter combined. Miss you.
Anyway Charles, we miss you a lot. Come visit us at Yale someday, or maybe weâll get curious enough to come visit the city. Please write soon.
Love Steven Meeks & Gerard Pitts
Charlie laughs loudly at the last one, his chest aching. He misses his friends, he misses the cave, he misses study group, he misses Welton. God he canât believe he misses a place he hates so much. The very place he still blamed for every traumatic moment in his life, but it was where he belonged. Where he shouldâve been for that last year and a half. He had missed out on so much but then he felt guilty knowing Neil was going to miss out on everything.
So Charlie gets to work, writing a handwritten letter back to each, and finally finding himself not consumed with thoughts about Valerie. He tells them about everything heâs done and everything thatâs coming up. How Valerie is his girl despite the end of summer looming above them. He doesnât leave a detail out because for once he wants to be there for them even if itâs only through a pen and paper.
Itâs dark by the time Valerie makes her return. Charlieâs laid up in his bed, a book in his hand, while Andy lays on his own and listens to the radio. She doesnât bother knocking, smiling at both of them before making her way to Charlie. Shes still in her red bathing suit, indicating she came right after her shift, and Charlie disposes the book as he welcomes her into his arms instead.
âHey baby, how was work?â he asks, pressing a kiss against the top of her head.
âFine, some thirteen year old boys wouldnât stop staring and flirting with me though. I just wasnât in the moodâ she tells him and Charlie chuckles, remembering being thirteen and having way too many hormones to know how to handle. A pretty girl wouldâve made him malfunction, especially one that looked like Valerie.
âIâm sorry honey, want me to beat them up?â he asks and this time itâs Andy snorting from his side of the cabin.
âYou two make me sickâ he teases and Charlie rolls his eyes, tightening his hold on the girl against him.
âSays you. I watched you beg Alice to stay for twenty minutes. It was starting to get weird and not just for meâ Charlie calls him out and Valerie giggles against his chest, warming him over completely.
âI think itâs sweet Andyâ she tells the boy and he tries to hide the smile that crosses his face when it comes to the girl he finally got to go out with him.
âThanks Val, I like you more than Charlieâ Andy says and Charlie quickly flips him off, Valerie laughing at their antics and the relationship neither of them will call a friendship yet. Dare she say they were each otherâs best friends.
âMost people doâ Valerie responds and Charlie gasps, pointing a shocked look her way and she smiles, wiping it off with a kiss to his lips.
âIâm hurtâ Charlie pouts when she pulls away and Valerie smiles, lying back down against his chest, and wishing she didnât have to go back to her own cabin. Wishing she didnât have to go anywhere ever again.
âItâs okay Ace, I like you more than anyoneâ
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Yoohoooo
so hypothetically⊠if I wanted to make an oc for your original series, like Yomi no Kuni and Wayward Winds. What is the power systems for both and how does other stuff like Witches and the schools(?) work?Â
Because a comment of yours mentioned that Waywardâs work like nen types but elements, and I just want more info before I hypothetically make an oc (totally donât have a Ynk oc rotting in a sketchbookâŠ)

here's the thing đ
I'm still trying to have a set rule for all of that since I'm rewriting a lot of things (wayward winds especially- it got a whole reset, so the lore isn't the same anymore) and most of WW's lore has kinda been transferred over to Ynk
so while I can't be as sure for wayward winds i can tell you about YnK (im still working on names and stuff but its what i have rn)
im gonna ramble a lot again
I call the source of power for YnK "Karma", and everyone has something called a "Trait" to go with it, some are passed down some are unique, but the trait is dependent on you or more so your soul.
Karma is a build up of energy in one's soul, theres positive and negative, they're almost always used at the same time, positive karma is used on things like blessings and healing , talismans, or sigils etc.
while negative has the opposite, it's used for curses, wards, and even poison. It all relies heavily on intent when it comes to using the two types of karma, some are more attuned to positive karma because of the nature of their souls and the same goes for negative.
Traits are basically the manifestation of the shape of one's soul, they are an extension of the user, and therefore are catered to the nature of the person, it can be very broad or very specific depending on who it is, it can be anything really so long as it fits the personality.
Now for the Schools, they're not exactly a public thing but not entirely secluded either, the schools mostly take in students from families of Shamans or have a high spiritual background.
some are also scouted for their high karmic energy
they still operate like a normal school during the day, so the students still have to go to class and do school work to at least have a sense of normalcy in their lives.
but during the night, specifically the hours of 12am to 4am is when they get to work.
Their job is to be keepers of the Gates Of Yomi
they make sure every soul gets proper passage through the gates and no Yokai goes out.
there are different types of missions depending on the year levels,
First Years - are just tasked with finding the lost souls and bring them back to the school
Second & Third Years- are more so on the exorcising of Yokai and closing stray gates (third years get more dangerous missions)
Fourth Years go Witch hunting
Boy this is long but i did say id ramble
Witches have a loose definition, but usually they are the ones creating openings of the Gates Of Yomi
they are those who have avoided death and refuse to adhere to the cycle of life and death
They live inside Yomi, for one cannot age in a land time is forever still
Yomi is the land where the souls must pass through in order to repeat the cycle, the souls are sent to the river and their karma gets washed away to start a new life
the witches have discovered that if you eat the souls before they make it to the river,
you gain the karma along with the traits held in the soul, which means they are powerful immortals who gain more and more karma the longer they stay alive
however that only applies to the Ancient Witches who've been alive longer than 500 and there's only a select few of them preferably 7
there aren't many witches anyway.
but thats all the yap i have for YnK and its power system / lore
(sorry for the wall of text đ)
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Hey!!!
Do u think u could make an JJK FF about two people falling in love bc of fate and coincidences?
I received this before my follower milestone but it works for the celebration Iâm hosting so you are in luck hahaha
The Coincidence of Fate | jjk
âpairing: Jungkook x reader
ârating: 18+ (no smut in and of itself, just mention of oc and jungkook making love. Minors please DNI)
âgenre: slices of life!au, fluff
âwarnings: OC slips because of a mask, one mention of characters making love
âword count: 1.3k
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You werenât supposed to be here. You still canât believe the series of events that led you to be standing here, in this coffee shop, drenched with water from the heavy rain outside.
First, you woke up this morning with an inexplicable yearning for your favourite cappuccino from that café you used to go to when you were in college. Literally, you woke up craving the taste of it, and the aromas that swirled on your tongue whenever you studied at that café, by the window overlooking the park on the other side of the street. So you elected to make a pitstop there before going to work, as your first meeting is only at 10:30 am anyway.
Second, you forgot to look at the weather before you leave â which mind you you never do. You usually look at the weather every morning to prepare yourself for the day â what youâll wear, if you need to put boots or shoes, if you need to bring an umbrella. This morning you forgot, and your trustee red umbrella is still on its hook, in the wardrobe next to the apartmentâs door. Itâs probably laughing at you from where it hangs, warm and dry.
Third, you took the wrong metro line, which is entirely because you are so used to be going to work directly from home that you donât even think when you do it, you just let the flow of the crowd guide you. It took you three stops to realize you took the wrong line, and you pull out your phone to figure out the most efficient way to get to the cafĂ©. It turns out to be a bus, so you get out of the metro and wait at the stop two streets down.
Fourth, the bus drops you off a good seven-minute walk away from the cafĂ©. Which you reckon isnât a lot, youâre usually the kind of person that always walks if itâs less than a thirty-minute walk. But the rain starts then, just a small drizzle that doesnât worry you all that much. Itâs summer, so itâs warm anyway, and the drizzle is a good relief from the heat.
Fifth, the cafĂ© is closed due to renovations, but another one a few blocks down the street took over their menu â of course the cafĂ© knows how important it is to the university students, so it didnât want to betray its loyal clientele. But that means a longer walk, yet it still doesnât scare you.
Sixth and last, the drizzle turns into a full-on shower by the time you make it two blocks down, and you run the rest of the way, trying to avoid your designer clothes getting all wet. Which obviously doesnât work, because youâre currently dripping on the floor of the coffee house, looking like a lost puppy in the rain.
Youâre still adamant about the cappuccino. In fact, you crave it even more now â youâre going to need its warm comfort.
The coffee shop is mostly empty, save for a group of girls studying in one corner, though they seem like theyâre gossiping more than anything else. They donât look at you, and you donât look at them, walking towards the counter.
There is no one behind it, and you glance at the double doors that probably lead to a kitchen or something of the sorts. What you miss then, is the surgical mask left on the floor by a careless client, and damn you the tiles of the coffee shop have been polished recently.
The moment you step on the mask you fly, and your back hitting the floor has you feeling far too dizzy for your own good. You shut your eyes for a few seconds, wincing in pain. When you open them again, you wonder if you hit your head.
If you hit your head real good and died, because someoneâs kneeling next to you, and youâre pretty sure heâs the most beautiful man youâve seen in your entire life. Heâs got big doe eyes, a soft gaze that holds so much kindness you think he can only be an angel. Strangely, what your eyes focus on is the mole under his mouth though.
His lips move, distracting you from the mole, and you notice light glinting on a piercing before you realize heâs speaking. And heâs speaking to you, with a concern-filled voice.
âAre you okay?â he repeats.
You blink a few times. âI think so.â
He helps you to sit up, and youâre painfully aware of his hands on you. Theyâre large, warm, and they hold you for a time, making sure youâre as okay as you say you are. His eyes donât ever waver from yours once your gazes connect, and youâre pretty sure youâre hearing bells.
You are. Itâs the bells from the door, and you let out an embarrassed chuckle as your eyes fall, and he moves his hands off of you to glance at the new client.
âWhy donât you sit while I take care of their order?â he suggests, motioning to the nearest empty table.
You blink again. âOh.â You glance at the two guys that walked in, before nodding your head. âYes, sure. Good idea.â
He chuckles, and you think itâs the most beautiful sound youâve ever heard in your life. It has your pulse racing, in that good way you usually only see on a movie screen. Your gazes catch for a moment again, and it feels like the moment is stretching into its own little eternity.
Then the guy is helping you to stand, and you notice the sleeve of tattoos. They look out of place, on this sweet innocent-looking man, yet they fit perfectly. You gulp, before sitting at the table as he moves back behind the counter to serve the two customers.
His eyes keep darting to you. You know because each time he catches you already looking, and he sends you a small, secretive smile that has you think you have to know him from somewhere. The way he moves feels familiar, the stretch of his shoulders feels like youâve seen it a thousand times before. You almost remember holding that large hand of his, almost remember the sound of his voice as he whispers against your skinâŠ
You blush then, and your eyes obstinately fall to the table, boring a hole there.
Youâve never been a big romantic. Never believed in love at first sight⊠but when he puts your favourite cappuccino down in front of you, before sitting in the chair across from yours, you think maybe fate is just a series of coincidences.
âHow did you knowâŠâ you trail off, motioning to the cup in front of you.
He smiles. âIntuition. Iâm Jungkook, by the way. Iâve never seen you around here before.â
Blush dusts your cheeks again. âY/n.â
He nods, as if he knew anyway.
Itâs no wonder you fall in love. No wonder the puzzle pieces meet and form art, because it was meant to be. At least thatâs what you think the first time he kisses you, after a Narnia pub quiz date that had both of you sharing two pints of beer, because you both donât want to leave after the first one. Thatâs what you think the first time he makes love to you, forehead pressed against yours as you breathe the same air and he tells you he thinks he knows you from a past life. Thatâs what you think when he makes you dance amongst the falling leaves a late October evening, and thatâs what you think when he kisses the top of your head first thing when he wakes up on Christmas morning.
And a year later, when he proposes in that same cafĂ© you were never supposed to go to, you think heâs your favourite coincidence as you say yes, yes to an eternity next to him. Because you know, you know now your life was just a series of coincidences, all of them leading to him.
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I think I should now do Rosca's turn for her own views on the Alnst OCs (minus Flor). Just for the fun of it-
So that's what I'm gonna be doing! (Forgive me if some of these are repetitive, or even small!. Rosca basically doesn't like people in general, so-)
Do tell me if I forgot your OC!
Solei ( @solei-eclipse ): Rosca is a bit.. confused about them. To say the least, in a way. Of course, though, Rosca doesn't really care all that much about history and knowledge of how things are made and why they look like that. She doesn't care all that much, and some of the things they say are very boring. But in some sense, she's grateful? She already knew it- the information, but it's nice finding someone who's like her... Who knows a lot, but of course in the thing that they are knowledgeable in.
Aurien ( @aurienneirua / @apriciticreveries ): Crybaby, loner. Rosca is.. mean to say it lightly.... Ordering people around, and especially people like Aurien; the weak will end up in a ditch! They should be stronger! Be glad that Rosca is here to at least help them with that!
Lark, Noora ( @kamersona ): As said before by kamer themselves, Rosca and Lark were together when they were being transported to ANAKT. And with all his freaking out moments, Rosca found it pretty annoying to be around him. Not sure how much he did freak out, but he freaked out and that made the trip annoyingly slow to Rosca. She has traveled before so this is nothing new, and the freaking out? Nothing new and she hates that. / Noora, a girl with vitiligo! That's a strange thing to Rosca, but then she remembers how she has traveled and has maybe seen other people like her and the other girl. Maybe she can be more better as a model or something?
Vii, Ji-Woo, Saachi, Min, Ryu ( @starry-skiez ): Rosca, IMMEDIATELY, finds them ALL strange. || Vii, firstly. .. first of all... Strange name- is it supposed to be a number of sorts? 7 perhaps? Who names their petâ ah, who cares. Aliens do what they want, so she won't question them. Did they also color their pet's hair to be like grass? That has to be a joke of sorts. / Ji-Woo, second. The red is a striking color, a pretty one! Too bad it was only there for a few days until it got washed away. It seemingly fitted Woo. Who cares though / Saachi, third. Another girl with vitiligo. Is that a desired trait? But no matter, that girl seems fine and can fend for herself in ways. She doesn't pay attention anyways. / Min, fourth. It's like looking into a reflection; in a sense. Min's acts mirror Rosca's in some small ways. It's weird, wrong but so right. Wrong in the sense of being raised as "you're special" as Rosca is the only important girl around, but right in the way of like; maybe I've already been influential before I was even born! .. but she's so mature..... / Ryu, fifth. The orange and light blonde.. to say. It's quite fitting. In a weird way. She doesn't know what else to say. This whole place is boring
Aegaeon ( @paradisedisconcert ): Fights on SIGHT/j <- just thought it'd be funny. She finds Aegaeon pretty strange, in the way of how Aegaeon acts. Cold and aggressive.. like a boy or moreso a warrior, she would think. She has somewhat seen some fights between Aegaeon and Minori but it's always so light (not that much damage is done).
Minori ( @minori-dash / @skyisjusthere ): Slightly similar to Aegaeonâ cold, reverse but also similar to Aurien?? Minori is quiet and skittish. Quiet and lonely.. nothing else to note. Nothing much is important
Akane ( @aakaneeee ): Ah! A normal looking person, at least, in a sea of strange and bright (physically) people, it's nice to- oh. Another quiet one? One that doesn't pay attention to her? Hmphft! Their lost!
Azure ( @azureitri / @4listr ): Cold, reverse- annoying! He doesn't even want to talk to the most interesting girl in the garden! That's just rude of him!
Castor, Himei, Kyo, Tallis ( @lookatmysillies / @bluemoonscape ): Castor, Himei, Kyo and Tallis. Meeting them is like meeting a weird club in a cartoon that she has watched whenever she pleases to. || The oldest of the bunch in the weird club- Castor. He's an interesting one, wanting to be a parent at this age? That's quite an interesting thing to do. He's like a grandfather, or more of a grandmother because of that! / The friendly one of the weird club- Himei. She makes good clothing designs. Maybe in some moments, Rosca tries the actual clothes. Himei is good at that, nothing else to note. / The hot-head of the weird club- Kyo. A bit similar to Aegaeon if she had to think that hard about it. Wanting alone time, and being hot-headed and such. / The (expected) shy one of the weird club- Tallis. As said, to be expected. Which makes Rosca bored already, but the braids that Tallis has are interesting on a surface level. Nothing much to say
Cirrus ( @yunoftheclouds ): The pale lavender to bright purple surely also makes them stand out like Rose does. Slightly. But once again, another quiet person. Surely this isn't some sort of standard? Who cares about that though.
Daiki ( @teapotuser ): Daiki. When will the quiet and shy people- just. When will they go away!? It's tiring to be so loud, to be active and to get their eyes on her.
Ellie, Khoi, Vera, Sai ( @bittersweet-adagio / @junebluues ): Ellie, just like Min but on a physical level. Much weirder, wrong and right all at the same time. Khoi, quiet. Sai? Quiet. Yeah he might look interesting, but that's just his eyes- her eyes are better though. Vera? Another quiet one. WHEN will it get interesting!?
Stasya ( @billwasnot ): The purple hair makes them stand out. Just like Cirrus and their pale lavender to bright purple hair. But another person who is chill, and quiet. Rosca doesn't make any attempts to communicate with Stasya and others like him (or others that are just clearly shy from the get-go). It's boring like that, and it's not worth her time
Isla, Monica, Toon ( @nottoonedin ): Isla and Monica. They seem to be a pair, with further proof of how they are always, seemingly, connected at the hip. Just like a few others are like that too, a pair.
Evon, Jae ( @kofeedoggo ): Evon and Jae. They seem to be a pair? Rosca doesn't know, since she doesn't really care. Expected
Tov ( @ivanttakethis ): Rosca somewhat thought that Tov was gonna be like Noora or Saachi. Ya'know. With the skin condition, but noâ and that's fine!
Lang ( @its-langgg / @pwippy ): Lang looks like Min, in a strange way. But she doesn't act like Min, at all. Which is to be expected now. Almost everyone is just too obedient, too quiet and too blank. That's why it's very important that they have her around! Or else this would've been just a static place!
Moran ( @geospiral ): A refreshing person to have in the garden. Finally! Someone with some common sense! Finally! Someone who KNOWS what they are destined for and all of that! FINALLY. And, the best part? Moran looks like her! Isn't that the best??
Rose ( @rosedeleca ): Strange in a nice way. Their uniqueness is surely a quality that makes them very.. interesting. How can one human being, be like that? Was Rose the lucky one with the lucky genetics*? They really do live up to being unique.
Onyx, Dian ( @rockwgooglyeyes ): Another pair. It seems like it's always the bright and cheerful ones with the most quiet and introverted ones ever. Like that's the only pair that is ever needed. But, besides that. She doesn't care for the both of them; it's now expected that almost everyone here would be a quiet kid or a very friendly kid. With complimentary colors that mix well
Vermillion ( @subzeromoron ): Third one of being a guy with red hair. The first one who has something hiding, a candle like boy and now someone who's named after a color of a shade of red. Who would've guessed it.
Ava ( @paperstarry ): Pretty smile with nothing behind it at all. At least that is true. (Just that, almost everything is repeating. Rosca is super glad that she's here to be in charge and at least not have this place be boring!)
*fun fact! Rosca knows some light biology of humans, due to her travels and how she has worked in plays/theaters before being inrolled to ANAKT to sing.
Again, sorry if these are short or repetitive.
#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary#letting the brain talk#alnst#alien stage#alnst oc#alien stage oc#alien stage ocs#alnst ocs#alnst oc: rosca#NOT tagging the ocs talked here...#too much and it is am where i am. so#kinda tired#but i finished this! im honestly happy of this post that i did#yeagh#đ
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Who wants full renders of my OC?
Meh, there you go anyways. :p
Here are all the image stuff if you don't know:
The first one is the main appearence (she's shorter than Perfect Peter)
The second one is the demon appearence
The third one is her winter outfit (inspired of the Snow Miku 2023)
The fourth one is her Halloween costume (dressed as a maid)
The fifth one is her pyjama (with Hatsune Miku stuff)
And the last one is the book version (she's shorter than Perfect Peter).
#horrid henry#kooky karolane#horrid henry oc#hatsune miku#miku vocaloid#miku#vocaloid miku#vocaloid#the book version of my oc is gremlin coded haha
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fanfiction masterlist i guess âĄ
*this masterlist is OLD! find the new masterlist here
here's what you need to know about what is behind this cut: lots of smut, always with feelings and fluff, praise kinks, dirty talk, maybe some light d/s, enthusiastic consent. a few clean headcanons/minifics & fan art of your amazing OCs
(it's all rocket raccoon, all the time) also, please let me love your OCs (doodle requests temporarily paused)
If you would like to be added to the fanfiction update taglist (or removed), please let me know via comment, message, or ask! âĄ
recently updated
headcanon 8 - rocket, lylla, & drax [NEW posted 9/17] headcanon 9 - dad glasses [NEW posted 9/21]
Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual (Fourteenth Visit) [ONESHOT. added 9/18] Part Three of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel
Chapter 1/6 Year Zero: Seed [NEW posted 9/24] florescence â (a meetgroot)
Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. [WIP 9/27] Chapter XV. Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly. [WIP 10/5] Window Across the Galaxy
I can't keep up with updating my kinktober prompts on a daily basis (I'm honestly amazed I've managed to keep up with the writing as well as I have and I've only been doing this for a few days) So for now, please find them with the tag #rfh kinktober and when the month is over I'll make a masterlist. [NEW all month] based on @flightlessangelwingsâ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List
[complete works behind the cut âĄ]
spoilers: I have a preferred trope/formula that I lean into quite hard (girl falls first; raccoon falls harder) and while I do really love tragic fanfic, I firmly believe rocket's suffered enough of that so it's only happy endings here (even if it takes a minute to get there). Well, more or less, anyway.
Domestic Scenes in Space Travel
reader x rocket fluff, medium-burn?? (at least for Part One), smut. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to read this - you just need to enjoy fluff + smut + rocket (and be 18 i guess). multiple parts. see notes for summary + warnings.
The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl Part One of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [COMPLETE 5/5 chapters] Summary: In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? get in loser we're gonna fix it Chapter One (The First Visit) Chapter Two (The Second Visit) Chapter Three (The Third Visit) Chapter Four (The Fourth Visit) Chapter Five (The Fifth Visit) complete post - The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl
Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training (Ninth Visit) Part Two of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 8/21] Sequel to The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl [domestic fluff, dirty talk, oral sex - mind the ao3 tags.] Summary: Study Night. or - why study when you can seduce your hot local Space Pilot into oral? When you were a kid, you imagined yourself growing up, working a cool job, living in a cute house, getting a big dog, marrying, and having kids of your own. You've currently got none of those things, but you are getting regularly railed by a raccoon-shaped cosmic adventurer, and he's currently showing you around his spaceship. Which is kinda better than anything you could have dreamed up for yourself. [comics-inspired, though i'm fucking around with timelines/continuity and you really don't need any comics-context to ride this ride] complete post - Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training
Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual (Fourteenth Visit) Part Three of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 9/18] [domestic fluff, dirty talk, orgasm delay, bf/gf silliness. - mind the ao3 tags.] Summary: Date Night. in a gesture of true romance, rocket takes you to a dive bar. of all the stories he's shared with you, his favorites are the ones where he gets saved by the space princess. not that he'd tell you that. ËâșïœĄËâËâ§âïœĄÂ°â©âŒâïœĄÂ°â©âœïž loosely based on Rocket (2017): The Blue River Score. domestic bf/gf silliness & fluff. extensive smut. comics-knowledge isn't needed but HIGHLY recommend starting at the beginning of this collection for context (The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl).
florescence â (a meetgroot)
[WIP: Year 0/5] [mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut circa chapter four. tentative allies to friends to lovers. the middle is angsty but there are only happy endings here. no use of y/n.] Summary: âThe only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.â Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latterâs protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shiâar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in.
Chapter 1/6 Year Zero: Seed [NEW posted 9/24]
Blackmail Material
[WIP: Chapter 2/4] reader x rocket pwp with feelings; smut & fluff & love confessions. MCU-based, post-Endgame, friends-to-lovers. Summary: a classic tale of "this fuckin raccoon found your sex-toy." as per usual: girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. see notes for summary + warnings.
Chapter One: Blackmail Material Chapter Two: Self-Sufficience [NEW posted 8/29] Chapter Three: Firearms over Flowers ???
Window Across the Galaxy
[WIP: Chapter 15/25+] [NEW chapter posted 10/5] rocket x oc angst/hurt/comfort; slow burn + eventual smut with feelings. MCU-based. slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1. enemies to friends to lovers but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies. see notes for summary + warnings. could become 1 part of a 2-part series, if I have the energy/inspiration. Summary: Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyoneâs plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods theyâve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.
Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship. Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron. Chapter III. A Kindness.in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food. Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave. Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the âthey were roommatesâ trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course. Chapter VII. I'm Here.in which we visit Knowhere. Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets.in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: âthere was (technically) one bed.â Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking. Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way. Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost. Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes. Chapter XIII. Donât Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm. Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. Chapter XV. Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly. [WIP 10/5]
Autopilot Systems Check [Oneshot. COMPLETE 9/3/2023] Est Word Count: 1409 reader x rocket soft fluff & domestica. MCU-based, post-Endgame i guess. Summary: reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. drabble based on this post/inadvertent prompt.[complete post - Autopilot Systems Check]
Kinktober 2023
based on day 8 of @flightlessangelwingsâ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List Kinktober Day 8: Turbulence. rocket needs you to hold. flarkin. still. [NEW 10/8]
Other Duties As Assigned
[WIP: ???] rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings. Begins five months after The Snap. I don't have an intended outcome for this fic yet (just kind of rambling around) so this has the most uncertain publishing date. Summary: Natasha Romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the Milano. First she demands that the remaining two Guardians of the Galaxy be reachable via a primitive Terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. Thank fuck she's hired a new assistant.
Headcannons & Drabbles headcanon 1 - rocket & sex work headcanon 2 - rocket & occassional post-sex feelings headcanon 3 - quill & innocence/optimism headcanon 4 (minific/drabble) - rocket & nebula (2014) in endgame/post time-heist headcanon 5 (minific/drabble) - rocket & quill were scooped at the same time headcanon 6 - cinnamon roll peter quill continued headcanon 7 - rocket & nova corps headcanon 8 - rocket, lylla, & drax [NEW posted 9/17] headcanon 9 - dad glasses [NEW posted 9/21]
Fan Art of Your Amazing OCs (and maybe sometimes mine)
Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ) & Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties âĄ
Brita (@pretty-chips) is such a pure, delightfully fun character with record-store-clerk vibes. Thank you for letting me draw her. She is a glowing sunbeam-soul. ⥠another Brita wearing a terran t-shirt gifted to her by my oc, Jolie Spinner
Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you again for letting me illustrate some of Moon's rad powers. i am OBSESSED. I appreciate so much you bringing her to life!
Chérie (Cherry) (@aliasrocket) I have a crush. 10/10 would attempt to flirt with (badly). Thank you so much for creating her and letting me doodle her!
Jolie (Window Across the Galaxy) - my gremlin child. just some scritchy-scratchy character concepts. feel free not to look if you want to imagine Jo in your own way. ⥠the "real" Jolie doodle - refined, finished, && in color
Fleuret (I think?) (@elegant-fleuret) is my personal caffeine deity. i now pray to her for the ability to scrap myself out of bed and deliverance from coffee crashes. she is also the dj of knowhere which is possibly the coolest fucking job in the universe and i would like to be her friend.
Star (@cleo-is-babygirl) is a pure fluffy little sundrop and a brilliant self-taught medic/surgeon. she is also the first tanuki/anthropomorphic animal i have drawn other than rocket so i was very nervous but i did my best. thank you for letting me try something new and expand my experience, friend!
Juno (@lazarel-3000) is one of my favorite OCs ever. she is everything. i want to be her && i want to date her (unfortunately she only has eyes for rocket).
#this fuckin raccoon#rocket raccoon#rocket raccoon fanfiction#rocket racoon x reader#gotg rocket#rocket raccoon x oc#rocket raccoon x you#reader insert#gotg fanfiction#guardians of the galaxy#rocket x you#fanfiction#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#rocket fanfiction#fanfiction masterlist#rocket raccoon fanart#original character#raccoonfallsharder fanfic#rfh fanfic
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i saw your tags in a recent post so TELL US ABOIT YOUR OC!!!
Iâm gonna use this as an excuse to talk about one of my ocs lilya if thatâs okay (as with everything I write EVER this got way too long butâŠhere it is anyway)
- Lilya Lebedev
- 25
- striker for an east coast pro team, but shes getting frustrated that she hasnât been signed for the US Court yet
- used to be a Raven
Lilya was young when she joined the Raven lineup - freshly 18, she was scouted from her private school team, sheâs nimble and quick, and even then the Ravenâs recognised her dirty style of playing that got her signed so young.
She was a freshman at the same time as Paris, and they were partners for the year he was there, but after he transferred she switched between a couple of partners before settling with someone in her third year. From the get go she was a hard ass, she took no shit, but kept in line. She was quiet enough that she kept herself in the shadows when it came to punishments, but good enough that she always had eyes on her when she played. Her attitude was typical of a Raven, a stone cold bitch when she had to be but subservient when necessary. One time as a fourth year she got into a fight with a backliner that resulted in her nose being broken, and there really kicked off her simmering resentment against the Ravens.
She was straight into one of the top pro teams when she graduated, naturally. While it was initially hard to adjust, she realised that her difficulties came from a totally opposite side as her old teammatesâ did. She finds it extremely overwhelming to have someone by her side constantly. When she graduated, she had a roommate who understood to some degree her needs when it came to having someone with her all the time, but she very quickly got over it when she remembered how obnoxious she found people outside of the Ravens. They were never alone because it mattered to the game; having someone by her side constantly who wanted to talk about life and feelings and things other than Exy was a nightmare.
She has a weird relationship with intimacy and sexuality. Sheâs bisexual, which sheâs known since she was a kid, but the only women sheâs been with were Ravenâs, and the men sheâs been with end up being terrible people most of the time. Sheâs an awful person to go on a date with; if sheâs hooking up with someone, she doesnât want to talk to them before or afterwards. She ghosts people like thereâs no tomorrow. She has never entertained the idea of a relationship or being with someone more than once, and avoids feelings like the PLAGUE. (That changes when she meets June, the goalkeeper for her pro team - but it takes a whole lot of patience to get there)
She kept the strict diet, and the sleeping habits, and 90% of the time when sheâs not at home sheâs either at the gym or in the court. She lives alone, and never got back in contact with her family. People on her team try to get close to her but she doesnât let them.
She found a lot of peace in finally being alone, and really keeps to herself on the team. Being alone in a room with another person stresses her out like crazy, but the first time she ever had an anxiety attack after the Nest was when Paris was signed to the same team as her. He had been away from the Ravenâs for a while and hadnât been there long enough for the partner thing to have a huge effect on him, but he asked her if she needed a partner, and speaking to someone she considered to be another Raven sent her into a meltdown.
Lilya never dealt with the abuse that she personally faced, never accepted that it happened to her, and honestly she blocked out a lot of what happened in the nest for her own sake. So seeing a Raven sends her into fight or flight, like she was suddenly remembering everything at once. Because of this she avoids Paris as much as possible, but if heâs anything, heâs persistent.
When all of the truth starts to come out about the Ravenâs, sheâs angry at herself for not wanting to defend them. Her and Paris are mostly polar opposites in their relationship with EA. Paris hates them, he hates who they are culturally and as people, and sees very little value in them as a team. On the flip side, he recognises how good they were at finding and developing talent. Lilya is adamant on ignoring how she truly feels about the Ravens, and is dead set on changing Parisâ mind about them, because in a twisted way she hates them while still idolising them. If they have to talk, they avoid talking about the Ravens, because every time it comes up they butt heads like crazy.
They only start getting along after a post-game interview where an interviewer asks Lilya an insanely intrusive question and Paris goes OFF on them for it, defending her and calling out the interviewer. They try to work through their problems, and Paris sees the crack in her facade, finally seeing how fucked up her thought process about them is, how fucked up the things she went through are.
I gotta stop myself butâŠ. There she is. Miss Lilya.
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