#because hey!! a murderer is inside of you and can potentially come back through you!!! what the fuck!!!!!!

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Ugh

TWEEK: Fuck

TWEEK: Of course he wanted to meet me HERE of all places

TWEEK: Big spooky forest were he could potentially mug and murder me

TWEEK: Great

TWEEK: Fucking

TWEEK: Fantastic

TWEEK: HEY!!

TWEEK: GET OUTTA HERE OMINOUS FIGURE!!

TWEEK: YOU CAN'T HAVE MY PUDDIN!!

???:  ╤ ╝╤: …

TWEEK: YEAH YOU!!! I'M TALKING TO YOU!!

TWEEK: GET LOST!! TWEEK: I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN'T HAVE MY PUDDIN!! TWEEK: FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!

TWEEK: Whuh-

TWEEK: Oh

TWEEK: There  you are 

PIP: Yeah, I'm here  bitch

TWEEK: Why did you wanna meet me here anyway?

TWEEK: You want to fucking kill me or something?

PIP: No?

TWEEK: Oh what a surprise

PIP: Shut the fuck up PIP: Get over here PIP: I don't want to be seen getting shouted at by a deformed looking sewer rat

TWEEK: Rude…

TWEEK: Alright fine

TWEEK: I'm coming you fucking brit..

PIP: I hope you die tripping over a stick on your way over

TWEEK: Why do you hate us so much?

PIP: Pardon?

TWEEK: Don’t act dumb!

TWEEK: All you’ve done since you’ve gotten to Hell was bitch at and berate us!

TWEEK: And STOP walking around with all your demon shit! 

TWEEK: YOU’RE GONNA GET US KILLED!

PIP: We can't die, moron

PIP: Didn't you say that to Thomas already?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Estella's safety psas fucked me up worse than I thought

PIP: Anywhom

PIP: I wanted to meet up with you for a one on one 

TWEEK: A what

PIP: A one on one

PIP: Where we just

PIP: Talk?

PIP: Have you never  had a one to one conversation with someone before you sentient block of fermented cheese?

TWEEK: No?

TWEEK: And also

TWEEK: Don’t call me that

PIP: You smell of shitstain and dogwater 

PIP: Have you been hanging out with Clyde?

TWEEK: What?

TWEEK: NO!

PIP: Don’t act with me

PIP: I can smell him from a mile away

PIP: Please don't say you're catching feelings for that tone deaf scene kid uncle fucker

TWEEK: I…

TWEEK: I mean…

TWEEK: Maybe a little?

PIP: Ohhhh lord, see me through this

TWEEK: His nightcore playlist is actually really good!!

PIP: He doesn't wipe his ASS. TWEEK.

TWEEK: It's not that big of a deal!

PIP: YES IT IS!

TWEEK: He’s really sweet..

TWEEK: I can excuse an unclean ass

PIP: I'm going to vomit all over your jacket, that is disgusting.

TWEEK: He really isn't as bad as people say he is!

PIP: He is an unwashed manchild

PIP: And it's rubbing off on you  too

PIP: God, I can smell the fact your music taste has worsened

PIP: ( sniff sniff  )  Nope

PIP: That's just fermented pudding on your head

TWEEK: I like puddin :D 

PIP: Come on

TWEEK: What?

TWEEK: Where are we going???

PIP: To the laundromat

PIP: The laundromat

PIP: So we can wash the fucking stench of nightcore and cringe off of you

PIP: Come now

PIP: We can’t bring you back to the others smelling like a gamer stuck to their sofa

TWEEK: I don't understand…

TWEEK: What even is a laundro… laun…. laundre….. laun….

TWEEK: AGHHH!!

TWEEK: WHATEVER YOU SAID!!!

PIP: Laundromat you poor

PIP: Stinky

PIP: Stupid

PIP: Summer child

TWEEK: ????

PIP: It's a place where you wash your nasty clothes

TWEEK: What???

TWEEK: You can just???

TWEEK: DO THAT???

PIP: Yes, yes, my dumpster dwelling nuisance, you can do that!

TWEEK: UNHOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!

TWEEK: I CAN JUST LIKE

TWEEK: THROW MY CLOTHES IN THERE??? TWEEK: AND THEY COME OUT CLEAN???

PIP: Not exactly…

PIP: You have to put them into a machine

PIP: The machines do all the work FOR you

PIP: Because, well, 

PIP: Most are too incompetent to do something as simple as washing their clothes

TWEEK: WOAHHH

TWEEK: UNHOLY

TWEEK: TAKE ME INTO THE LAUNDRY MATE RIGHT NOW

PIP: ….

PIP: The

PIP: …

PIP: The what ?

TWEEK: The

TWEEK: The laundry mate

PIP: That

PIP: No

PIP: That's not what it's called

PIP: It's laundromat

PIP: Say it with me

PIP: Laun

TWEEK: Laun

PIP: Dro

TWEEK: Dro

PIP: Mat

TWEEK: Mat

PIP: Okay, now say it faster

PIP: Laun

TWEEK: Laun

PIP: Dro

TWEEK: Dro

PIP: Mat

TWEEK: Mat

PIP: Laundromat!

TWEEK: Lawn dre mat!

PIP: …

PIP: Why do I even bother

TWEEK: What?? What did I say??

PIP: I swear to god Tweek, when we get inside that fucking laundromat I will shove you into the fucking washing machine and watch you DROWN

TWEEK: What?

PIP: You heard me you incompetent fucking POKÉMON 

PIP: Come here. Now.

TWEEK: Eeeeeehhhhh

TWEEK: Eeeeeggehhhh

TWEEK: Eeegrrrhhghhh

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: Do I get 

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Do…

TWEEK: Do I…

TWEEK: Do I get a…

TWEEK: Do I get a puddin’ out of it?

PIP: …

PIP: Are you

PIP: SHITTING ME??

PIP: ….

PIP: Of course!

TWEEK: Really???

TWEEK: I get a puddin’???

PIP: No.

TWEEK: Awhhh… 

PIP: I'll shove your corpse into the dryer when i'm done with it

TWEEK: ….What did you say?

PIP: I will watch you cough up fucking bubbles

PIP: You get no pudding

PIP: I hope you die

TWEEK: ( Crying )

PIP: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BAKUGOU CLONE

TWEEK: ( Uglier crying ) PIP: UGHHHH

PIP: FIIIIIINE PIP: I'LL GET YOU YOUR FUCKING PUDDING AT DENNY'S PIP: WILL YOU STOP CRYING NOW?!?!?

TWEEK: ( Gasp )

TWEEK: YAY!! PUDDIN!!

PIP: You can even dumpster dive for it like the rat  you are

TWEEK: YIPPIEEE!!

(Edits by @pissblanket)

[thephantomcasebook]

i feel so lucky that tonight i discovered your tumblr page by chance as i myself huge huge huge fan of asoiaf and fire&blood fan and they are powerful distraction from my upsetting daily routine i need to get through. Therefore, i spend everyday daydreaming thinking brainstorming lots of things

my recent question mark in my head is about Jahaera and aegon the third situation. So in the book it says, jahaera and aegon were very very quiet very reserved and didnt spend any time together since their 2 or 3 year long childmarriage they both endured. And i am also thinking even children werent initiative, but they were also kept apart from each other . As regents and other powerful adults wanted to have more power and bigger chance to getting closer to the crown through marriage. And if jahaera or aegon needs to be chosen to get rid of , that would be jahaera in their eyes as jahaera being declared the heir and sitting on the crown could be a potential for other female heirs being set aside question their rights. Therefore i feel jahaera was chosen for to be killed instead of aegon , just because of the gender not because of whether this is green or black case.

Anyway i should just get to my question , in the book cannon, after jahaera’s suicide(murder), aegon the third reportedly give jahaera’s own doll to myrielle peake(hand of the king’s daughter)

this is sooo weird to me, and i genuinely dont think george martin just put it out that detail for no reason. Apparently in the book myrille played with the doll as if it was a real one so thats a obvious hint to how myrielle and her father the hand of the king wants myrille as queen very much. But what i can not understand is why the hell aegon had jahaera’s doll and gave it to myrille, like why did it have to be jahaera’s own doll

i feel you are so far the best person i ever read about understanding george martin and understanding uncovering things

do you have any insight into this detail in the fire blood book? Why would aegon give jahaera’s doll to myrielle when he could just gift brand new doll to myrielle? Its not like aegon the third would be short of money to buy a simple 1 doll.

and aegon the third and jahaera were said several tomes in the book how they had no contact no closeness nothing between them, they only sat quietly next to each other in formal royal events which was again so rare.

i wonder maybe that was not the case? Maybe they just started to be friends and hand of the king got scared and thats why he insteaf of murdering jahaera later he did it before aegon the third would get attached to her better?

And also what do u think of jahaera and aegon the third pairing in general? I love daenaera so much and i dont think daenaera made aegon feel anything negative but i feel jahaera and aegon could had reached deeper feelings whereas i felt daenara was superficial beautiful positive distraction

Hey, sorry I'm answering so late ... I usually take off from the computer on Friday-Saturday and then come back on Sunday Night - though I'm writing this at 4:30AM on a Monday Morning.

And, I feel you, times are pretty lean around here too on a personal level and as a writer I tend to retreat to fictional worlds - my own or others - to get through the day. Which is why I get sucked into Downton Abbey and HOTD. So, I got you ... you're among friends on that regard.

I'm not sure I've got an inside track to GRRM's thinking, though we tend to be kindered spirits in terms of writing tact and methods. I've just been a fan for a good thirteen years and used to get into the weeds with fan theories and the like.

I'll be honest with you, Aegon III giving away Jaehaera's doll like that really, really - REALLY - bothered me. It's a personal tick of mine, probably because I've always been a pretty poor guy and didn't have a lot of toys - I've learned to be a book and imagination kinda person. So, I get super sentimental about toys - especially dolls. And it twisted me up inside when I read that.

I would be wary of believing "Fire & Blood" because it isn't a reliable source of the actual events - it is written and sourced by many unreliable narrators with their own agendas. So, the idea that Jaehaera and Aegon III had no contact or closeness can't really be taken as fact when, most likely, the conspirators who murdered Jaehaera fucked with the records.

To be honest with you, Jaehaera and her death is another casualty of "Oh shit, this is gonna be part of a TV Show ... let me change this." Because, when I first read "A Song of Ice and FIre" and "Dunk and Egg" Aegon and Jaehaera where the parents of Daeron, Baelor, Daena, and the others. Daeron "The Young Dragon" was literally named after Daeron "The Daring" because he was the uncle of Jaehaera and a hero to the common people of Westeros. It made sense.

Now, I've come back to the fandom a few years to see that GRRM has got a Velaryon hard-on and that he killed off Jaehaera and changed it so that Aegon III ended up marrying his niece or some shit. So now, naming their eldest kid Daeron makes absolutely no sense other than perhaps Aegon III admired Daeron a lot as a kid, despite the fact that Daeron was the biggest reason for Rhaenyra's death.

I'm sad to say that the doll part is something new to me that I, myself, have only read recently and I cannot grasp for the life of me the point of that little detail, beyond, Aegon III was just trying to be nice. Though, I would subscribe to your theory that Aegon and Jaehaera were probably closer than the book lets on, close enough that he would keep her favorite dolly when she was gone and think it important.

I don't know, man ... that whole retcon to the end of the war bothers me a lot. There isn't a point to it other than GRRM trying to shoehorn in the Velaryons wherever he can to make them more important so that people will care about them in the upcoming show.

Also, I still have my first edition " A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms" Illustrated hardcover version that still has Jaehaera Targaryen as Daemon Blackfyre's grandmother and Aegon II and Helaena marked as his Great-Grandparents. And the post script that says that Aegon V (Egg) married his older sister, not a Blackwood.

[lampmanliveblogs]

Here we can see side by side a bad parental figure and a good parental figure. Can you tell which is which? Can you spot some key differences? What qualities exhibited in these specimen makes them good or bad parents? Please motivate your answer.

Eda and Alador know each other. Which… yeah, that makes some sense, Alador & Odalia were in the stands watching the Emperor’s Coven tryouts when Eda first turned into the Owlbeast, so they probably attended some of the same classes at Hexside.

Stealing your coworkers lunches? Really? THAT’S what got you demoted? Not the fact that there was a prison break that happened right under your… well, you don’t have a nose, but uh… oh, and you got beat up by a fourteen year old. Twice. And the first time she didn’t have any magic.

Wait, didn’t I joke about Wrath being demoted in Through the Looking Glass Ruins? Or maybe I joked about him being fired… I’m still gonna say ”Called it!”

Regardless, he should still have some of that spicy insider information I’ve been craving for so long. Come on big boy, give us something good.

Wrath voices the same suspicion I have. That being, the new world Belos wishes to create isn’t going to benefit those with magic. Something that’s interesting is that Wrath says the Day of Unity will ”unite [them] with the Titan.” Which is not how we’ve heard Belos describe it before. In Follies at the Coven Day Parade, he simply described it as purging wild magic from the Demon Realm. In Hunting Palismen, he said that the Human Realm and Demon Realm would become one. Either way, this is supposed to cleanse wild magic.

We know that Philip was not very fond of witches and he was already working on the Day of Unity back in the 1600s. So my current theory is that whatever it he’s actually trying to do, it won’t benefit witches or demons, but will benefit humans. Maybe he wants to give humans the power of magic—or just get rid of all magic outright.

Whatever it is he’s trying to do, I doubt it’s going to be good for anyone. The idea of giving humans magic in particular is very frightening.  Because sure, there are humans like Luz, who are kind and generous. But then there are also human like Philip. Actually… hold on, I have a perfect example…

”It will start small. Magic will slowly spread around the world. Unmagical places will become magical. And then the magic levels will begin to rise. A magic flood to cover the entire world. Natural witches will awaken, more than ever before. Do you think they will sit by kindly and wait for permission to use their new powers?”

”You’re lying,” says Linnéa.

”No,” says Minoo. ”And it won’t end there. Magic levels will continue to rise. It will become easier and easier to learn magic. When the levels finally stabilizes, you will have a world where anyone can learn magic.”

She takes a few steps towards them.

”The world will fall into chaos. All politic, economic, and religious systems will fall apart. Magic will equal power. And those who have it will rule over the others. And from a smaller perspective… can you imagine someone like Erik Forslund with magic powers?”

(from The Key, the third book in the Engelsfors Trilogy. The Protectors, through Minoo, try to convince the Chosen Ones to let them take over the world. Erik Forslund was a bully and antagonist throughout the books who at one point tried to murder Linnéa. Translation by me, the official translation may differ)

Eda really be out here collecting new kids like Pokemon, huh?

Hey, we got Alador’s reaction to finding out Amity & Luz are dating!

I’m not sure why I was expecting more, this seems perfectly on-brand.

I would do another Engelsfors quote, the scene where Vanessa tells her mom she and Linnéa are dating… but I’m saving that for a potential moment where Luz tells Camila about Amity. I have this whole thing planned out, trust me, it’s going to be funny,

[awkwardwithapause263]

Spoilers for Episodes 4 of Mayfair Witches if you haven’t watched.

Cortland’s weird and apparently sick, but he had a point in the end when he said Carlotta kept Deirdre hostage for 30+ years and somehow made herself out to be the victim.

I did love how he was like alright we can go now that I’ve said my piece and made the crazy come out my sister.

He wanted Rowan to follow him why else would he have looked back.

Cortland’s daughter in the last episode made no sense unless A)She actually knew the guy that passed or B) She’s like I go where the party is even if it is a funeral. It couldn’t have been at Lasher behest because I don’t think he knew Rowan would end up walking toward first st. and he wouldn’t ever need help finding her. Or it could be C) the directors and script writers wanted to say hey look out for this woman she’ll be important.

When Carlotta showed Rowan pictures of Ellie I was Rowan for a moment saying that isn’t my mother. I mean this is my mother, but not the one I came here wanting to know about you know the one this day is all about.

I think something gross happened to Carlotta when she was eight that makes her hate Lasher so much. I really hope not.

When Carlotta told the butler to gather the staff in the kitchen I was oh she’s going to do something to Rowan.

She really said fuck everybody and this house. She has had enough.

I thought she was going to poison her but when she finally got to it I was like Miss Ma’am she has the necklace around her neck how well do you think that’s going work out for you?

When Lasher appeared to say she’s already mine I was like And where the fuck have you been? Obviously I know where’s he’s been saying goodbye to Deirdre in the way we saw him saying hello to her in the first episode(the flying rose petals) and getting revenge for her murder.

When he came out the dudes body I was like no way(he killed her), but no he was just killing the guy that killed her.

Which I have questions about. How was there no struggle? How’d he get off the elevator?

Sip’s right there is a supernatural element to this and not just the elevator being wiped. One his bosses or maybe just that particular one he was talking to doesn’t want investigated. Could they or he be in league with Lasher?

If I was Rowan after a while I would have been like Well it was nice meeting you all, but I really should be going.

That scene of Sip and Rowan having sex then it switches to Lasher was a trip.

Should have known he was going to get hurt and potentially die when the blind woman was like don’t get hurt you’re one of my favorites.

Loved how at one point the screen split with her on one side and Sip’s head but blurry around it on the other. Showing her ability.

I would do what Rowan did to be honest the only way to learn a way to get rid of him is learn more about him and the only way to do that is to accept him. But I don’t think getting rid of him is why she put the necklace on.

Might add more.

This episode got me hyped for the next.

My one complaint is we shouldn’t be asking what do you want from me over halfway through the season.

The house is burning why the fuck are you locking them inside?

For the next episode I think he’s put Rowan in some sort of trance into a reality he built.

I don’t think she gave in for no reason. You got to remember Lasher has been plaguing her dreams for month.

When Sip was like I had weird dreams last night I was like uh-oh.

Or taken it and given it to the Talamasca.

I think the black woman that was like they aren’t like us to Tessa was Ellie’s mother or a closer relative to her then Carlotta.

In the second episode my sister said is that important in response to the news report of someone being found tied up and burned to death. I replied I don’t know well know I do.

That guy creeping in the bushes was apart of the anti witch rally or was he the medical examiner? Either way he has something to do with those murders I think.

Josephine completely dismissed Rowan’s refusal to have children.

Cortland hired the hitman.

My honey took me to San Francisco in 98 if only we knew you were alive we could have met. Uh lady she would have been seven and had no idea who you were.

[usahanna]

say hi to Mozz and plz be nice to him or he will bite you

unwanted fnaf au Lore below the cut and in tags

Mozz found springtrap while he was sitting in a corner of the pizzeria (lol loser)

spring decided to keep him because If everyone here hated him he might as well have a litte bit of emotional support

Mozz likes Attention

Mozz's fur is oddly soft (considering he is a rat from a pizzeria)

its soft enough for him to roam through the animatronics suits without them noticing

he thinks its really fun :D

Springtap's suit its his favorite because it has a bunch of holes

they are all a bit annoyed by this

so Bonnie decides to get him a little bell to know where this little fucker is

despite all of that, they all like having him around

Mozz enjoys chewing Springtrap's corpse

Springtrap Does Not Appreciate This

[usetheeauthor]

The Satanic Panic I +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

For other chapters/story summary check out: https://usetheeauthor.tumblr.com/post/691280498281070592/the-satanic-panic-series-masterlist-18

Chapter Summary: You come to Eddie and Chrissy’s rescue when they are attacked by an entity you’re all too familiar with. Chrissy dies in the attack and last eyewitness account points to Eddie as a suspect. The only person that could possibly clear his name is you, only this predicament could potentially expose you as a witch.

Word Count: 5.6k+

A/N: Strangers to Friends to Lovers Fic. It’s gonna be packed with action, magic, drama, smutty goodness, fun and fluffy moments. I literally pushed aside a bunch of writing projects just so I can start on this because it’s too good to pass up. It’s an AU kind of universe also with some parallels with Stranger Things. It’s gonna be slightly slow burn in the beginning. So for now it’s character and relationships building. Also I named the Reader (Ashley Sinclair) because I feel like the use of Y/n takes me out of the moment. I hope you guys will enjoy reading this as much as I am enjoying writing this.

Warnings: violence, blood, character death, cheating, slight sexual tension, fluffy moments, mentions of being under drug influence, murder, religious themes, witchcraft, implied underaged drinking, Reader is 20 in the beginning of story then 21 throughout; Eddie is 19 in beginning then 20 throughout

I. The Highway To Hell

You and Garfield have a lot in common. You, too, hated Mondays. Although, this Monday wouldn’t be as bad long as you focused on what’s in store. Reading intently through the Garfield comic in the newspaper, one hand searched for the bagel on your plate mindlessly; eyes still on the text. When you realized you were feeling around an empty space, you looked down to see the plate only baring crumbs.

“What the f—Erica!” You growled out.

Your sister runs down the stairs, a smirk on her face when she realizes your issue. You glare. “What? Didn’t look like you were gonna finish that? Your welcome.”

“I didn’t know ‘staying over at big sissy’s house for the weekend’ was code for ‘im going to eat literally everything she wants for herself’. In this household, when it comes to food, sharing is definitely not caring. No matter what your kiddie cartoons say.” You joke. You knew she hated being treated as if she were a baby.

“Ha-ha. You should be a comedian.” She voices monotonously, rolling her eyes.

“Are you ready for school or what? I kind of have a busy day ahead of me and I don’t need to be in school traffic all morning.”

“I’m done. But mom says you have to come by the house to pick up the nerd. I doubt he’s ready. He’s been trying to dress cooler. If ya ask me, I don’t see the difference.”

You groaned. Of course, your plans would be set back even further. You’d usually be okay with taking your younger siblings to school but today was an important day. Today, you would be assigned to a coven. You attended a prestigious college for the gifted. Gifted meaning magic. A school of Witches and Warlocks.

You come from a line of witches from your mother’s side. The gift was passed on from generation to generation until a curse fell upon the bloodline by an unknown force. The gift had passover generations after generations after that until finally it has once again returned in you. Your sister, brother, and mother carried witch blood in their veins but do not possess any magic; a symptom of the curse.

You and Erica jump into your car. Heading over to your parent’s residence, your mother and father waiting outside when you pulled up. You exit the car, greeting them.

“Hey, mom. Dad. What are you guys doing out here?”You furrow your eyebrows, examining their wide smiles. “And why are you smiling at me like that?” Yo

“Because we know it’s your big day! We wanted to greet you out the door in case you didn’t come inside.” Your mother exclaims.

You could feel your face, getting hot. “It’s just the coven selection. No big deal.” You lied. It was a very big deal. Being in one meant that you were a step close to being a full-fledged witch. For now, you were a fledgling; less powerful without her group.

“We just hope once you do become full-fledged that you’ll use your powers very responsibly.” Your father wags his finger, speaking in the “lecture” voice.

“Ugh, yes, dad. Of course,” You check your watch and questioned. “Where’s Lucas?” You storm into the house upstairs to Lucas’s room. Flinging the door open, you see a shirtless Lucas, who a couple seconds ago was flexing in the mirror and talking to himself. He’s startled.

“Maybe lock the door next time. And hurry the hell up. If I’m late to this thing, it’ll be your ass.” You threatened, shutting the door behind you.

In less than a minute, Lucas was ready. Backpack and all. He knew your threats were never empty.

You both head out the door, waving to your parents and then you were on the road. “I’ll make sure to ask the photographer for the photos when he captures me winning the game tonight.” Lucas brags.

You can feel Erica slowly seething in her seat in the back. Clearly, she’s been hearing him brag about this game since last week.

“Oh, I’d love to see that,” You laugh. “Maybe you can even the MJ ‘tongue out dunk’ thing.” You stick your tongue out, mimicking the look and eliciting laughter from your siblings.

You’d dropped off Erica at her school then finally pulled up to your brother’s high school. Teenagers still hanging out in the front before the bell rings. Lucas spots his friend circle. You observe his friend group noticing a new, but also familiar, face.

“You’re friends with Munson?” You questioned, squinting your eyes at him through your car window.

“You know Eddie?”

“Yeah, he was a junior when I was a senior.”

“He got held back senior year…but he swears he’ll graduate this year. He’s really not a bad dude. He looks out for us.”

“I didn’t know much but I don’t remember him to be a bad person. So I guess it’s alright,” Eddie’s eyes dart at you and Lucas in the car. You’d totally forgot that your windows were not tinted and that you were staring at the guy in clear view. He waves at the two of you, flashing a wide cheshire smile. You quickly avert your eyes; your cheeks heating up. “Go on then.”

“You’ll do fine.” He consoles, noticing your anxiousness about the ceremony.

You smile softly. “Yeah, so will you.”

Exiting the car, Lucas greets the party. Eddie’s eyes still on you. It was as if he were trying to remember where he’d seen you from, too. You don’t give him the chance to ponder as you drove off in hurry. You had a selection to attend.

——

You waited patiently for your name to be called. You sat in your seat, filled with anxiety. What if you ended up in a coven with members you didn’t like? What if you never get stronger even with a new coven? But a far worse question hung in the air and proved to be reality the more you anticipated your name.

Your name hadn’t been called during the selection process. Feeling outrage, you immediately went to the dean of the academy to voice your concerns. To your dismay, they wished to keep you out of the selection on purpose.

“It’s not fair,” You anticipated being more assertive yet intimidating only to come off like a kid throwing a tantrum. “It’s an outrage, Dean Brenner. I should be in a coven.”

“I understand that and you are one of our best students. But your family bloodline is cursed. Should you join a coven and you’d taint the entire group. We are looking to strengthen the witch and warlock ancestry not dilute it.”

“So, what? I’m just supposed to stay on the sidelines and rot? That’s sounds a lot like eugenics to me. Just sayin’.” You shrug.

Brenner looks around before he crooks a finger gesturing me to lean in closer. “Tonight will be a full moon. Not just any moon. A Blood Moon. If you wish to lift the curse, we can do a moon cleanse. The ritual could potentially restore your family’s reputation and possibly their abilities. It’s a forbidden ritual as it can dangerous consequences so only few I trust will be in attendance. Are you willing to take the risk?”

You hesitated for a moment. You weren’t sure what dangers could you face but being a witch was part of your identity. And if you couldn’t fully embrace your witch side, then it would be like losing that part of you. “Yes. I’ll do it.”

“The blood moon won’t be here for another 2-3 years. So please don’t skip out.”

“I will be there.” You nod in determination.

——

You decided to come over for dinner. Your parents, not knowing the news, figured they would be celebrating two accomplishments. Lucas had gone out celebrating with his basketball team and Erica, at a game for her club.

You sat quietly at the table. Your parents waiting for you to speak up. Your mother decides to break the silence. “So…how’d it go?”

You shook your head. “I wasn’t selected. The Dean says it’s because of the curse.”

“That shouldn’t be allowed. You’re a witch! The rules state that is fledgling completes the ascendancy ritual, your entitled to participate in the Selection.”

“Except I didn’t even get to complete that either.”

“Okay, I will be showing up at the University first thing tomorrow. We can go over the ancient Witch laws and we’ll sort this out.” Your mother had gone full lawyer mood.

“No, no. It’s fine. The Dean is giving me another chance. In just two hours, at exactly 10:35 pm, the blood moon will present itself. I’ll be participating in a ritual tonight that can lift the curse for us all.”

“The BloodBath moon ritual. Isn’t that forbidden? Only instances, I’ve heard of it were through myths and legends. Each story never having a happy ending. I don’t think I feel comfortable letting you do something like that. ”

“Neither do I,” Your father chimes in. “Especially when it involves being alone with that Dean.” Your mother shoots him an annoyed look. “But mostly uncomfortable with you getting hurt, of course.” He adds in a rushed tone, shifting his eyes back and forth.

“It won’t just be the Dean. It’ll be a group of school officials overseeing me. At least the ones he trust because technically it’s illegal in witch law.”

“I don’t like this, Ashley. I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m 20 years old. An adult. I can make my own decisions.” You stood your ground.

You and your mother have a stare down, seething. Mr. Sinclair chiming in once again to cut the tension. “Have you two seen the paper recently? People disappearing and reappearing. Conspiracies about alternate universes. What next? An alien invasion?” He laughs but it soon dies out. “Oh come on, you two. Let’s just have a nice dinner, okay? Ashley, if you wish to go to this ritual. We won’t stop you.”

“But Charles—” Mrs. Sinclair begins her protests.

“No, no, Sue. Let her make her decisions. She is an adult which means she should take responsibility for any decisions she makes.”

You smile. “Thanks, dad.”

“Well, fine. If you would like to go then by all means do it. But I just want you to know that I do not support it.” She crosses her arms.

The rest of the dinner was silent. Your mother was giving you the silent treatment. She can be so petty sometimes. One by one your siblings barged in through the front door. Erica with a big smile on her face while Lucas treaded inside, sluggishly.

“Looks like you two had a night. Congrats on the game, Lukie. You got that winning shot after all. Maybe you do got some magic in you. ” You joked, approaching your brother and inspecting his face. He attempted to avoid any eye contact. Lucas was visibly drunk. “Okay, who put you up to this? Was it that douche Jason? Drinking is bad for you, Luc.”

“You drink and your not the legal age.” He challenges.

“It’s different. Big sisters get those privileges,” You shrug. “Mom and dad are cleaning in the kitchen. If I were you, I’d head upstairs before they see those bloodshot eyes. I’ll cover you for this one time but I better not see you drinking again. You’re too good for that shit, ya nerd.”

“It’s okay to be nice sometimes, Ash.” Lucas groans before trudging up the stairs.

“And how was your night, Erica.”

“Ended up covering in Lucas’s place for D’n’D.”

“Jeez, I’m in a family full of nerds.”

“Shut up,” She laughs. “Sooo…aren’t you gonna tell me about the Selection?”

“Didn’t happen. But I will be preparing for a ritual in the next 40 minutes which could possibly lift the curse on our bloodline.”

“Really?! That’s so cool! I’ve always thought of what it’d be like to unlock my full witch potential.” She stares at her hands, smiling deviously.

“Now I’m not so sure if you having powers is a good or bad thing,” Of course, you were just making fun but a small percentage of you was deeply concerned. “Say goodnight to dad for me.”

“Not mom?”

“She didn’t want me to do the ritual. Something about it not having happy endings,” You paraphrased, uninterestingly. “Now she’s giving me the silent treatment so I’ll just give her the same energy.”

She rolls her eyes, “Childish and petty. Like mother, like daughter.”

“I am not.” You pout.

———

You were instructed to wear white for your bath ritual. You decided to go with your favorite mini cocktail dress. You were under the blood moonlight in the forest long with 6 red-robed members whose faces were hidden by their hoodies and the two school officials, Dean Brenner and Professor Owens. A silver claw foot tub in the middle, separating you from the group.

Dean Brenner begins explaining the ceremony. “Ashley, you must sit beside the tub of water and place your hand in it. Stir it around where the moonlight hits the water directly.”

You do as your told, mixing the water and watching the reflection of the white light ripple.

Brenner continues. “The light charges the water with its power. You combine the physical properties of the liquid along with the supernatural properties of the moon so that your wishes will manifest into reality. Now please enter the tub and keep upright.”

The deep tub was filled to the brim. With one foot after the other you enter the tub, water displaces and splashes onto the muddy foliage. The remaining water reaching the bottom lining of your dress, wetting it enough to cling to your thighs.

“With the remaining 2 minutes of the bloodbath ritual, you will submerge yourself underwater until the Blood Moon cycle has complete. During your submergence, you may discover revelations about yourself. You’ll maybe find the answers to what you’ve searched for. Take this experience as a moment of opportunity. You may submerge yourself beginning…now.”

Gripping the sides of the tub, you lower yourself in gradually. You take one last deep breath and dive in. So this was the dangerous part. Holding your breath for nearly two hours. You were born ready for this. You used to be the leader on your swim team back in Hawkins High.

The academy trained witches and warlocks in different combat skills. Being submerged in water for a period of time was one of the ma

You can’t help but feel the slight burn in your lungs from the lack of air but you couldn’t back down or the ritual wouldn’t be complete. If you were allowed to use magic during this, you’d do the spell that allowed circular breathing so you’d have no issues. Maybe you’d even do the spell where you get gills. That grossed you out, though.

While you absentmindedly thought of the various spells you’d use, a bright, white light blinds you. You squint. The light was growing closer and brighter. It felt like you were now swimming freely in a deep, ocean. You swam towards the light at the surface. Just a few inches away, you were abruptly pulled out of the water; back to reality.

Dr. Owens has his hands on your shoulders, shaking you for a response. His mouth moves but you can only hear muffled, distorted sounds.

“…Okay?” Was all you heard from his sentence as your hearing slowly returned. “Are. You. Okay?”

“Yeah, I—” You look up, noticing there was still some time left to the moon. “Why’d you pull me out?”

“I’m sorry. We have to leave. They’ve found us.” Owens says, helping you out of the tub.

“Who?” You asked, completely disoriented.

“You could’ve kept her in. A second longer and the ritual would have been complete. Now we have no choice but to flee before they get here.”

“She was suffocating. What exactly would have been completed here? Her drowning?”

“Hey, Dean Brenner, Headmaster Owens…who the hell is ‘they’?”Just as you said this you, hear a warbling cry through the air.

“We have to go. Everyone get back into the academy building.” Brenner instructs. Everyone makes their way towards the front entrance of the school. You followed the crowd but then you heard a piercing scream that shook you to your core.

You turned to its direction. Owens looks at you as if he can read your thoughts. “You can’t go off on your own. That warbling cry means that there are Angel Bots lurking around. They are highly dangerous and can consume your energy before you could even blink.”

You were familiar with them encountering one once as a child. Your mom had to fend for your lives that night despite having no power. Angel bots were a divine group of beings that were like human but have angelic abilities except they belong to no kingdom. No property of hell or heaven. They had their own agendas. So far the only weakness you knew for experience was ironically holy water.

“There’s someone in danger. We could at least save them before it’s too late.”

“Didn’t you hear that scream? Its’s already too late,” Owens reasons with you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You’re not strong enough. Not yet.”

“I’m sorry I have to do something.” You run into further into the woods in the direction of the screams which led you to the trailer park.

A specific trailer caught your eye when you noticed flickering lights through the windows. The door was locked. Focusing on the door, you reach your hand out.

“Aperi Ianuam.” You chant. The door bursts open, nearly yanking off its hinges.

You walk in spotting a blonde girl in just her bra and cheer skirt being choked out by an older, slender woman with darkened out eyes and black veins protruding through her cheeks. On the other side of the room, there was Eddie; pinned down on the wall by an unseeable force. His eyes widened at your presence.

The entity didn’t bother to turn their attention to you, focusing on her goal to end this girl’s life. “Gluttony.” The woman simply says in a voice overlapped with another.

“Dei fulmen voco te.” You stike the Angel Bot with a bolt of energy, causing her to instinctively drop the cheerleader to hiss in pain.

This angered the demon who immediately lunged forward at you in a speed so inhumane, you hadn’t registered the impact until you felt pain radiating at the back of your head. She’s slammed you hard against the wall.

You fall to your knees, gasping for air at the extreme pain you felt. Blood running from your mouth, nose, eyes. The profuse bleeding was caused both by the impact against the wall and the spell exhaustion. It took a lot out of you to use your powers. You spit the copper taste from your mouth, peering through the wet strands of your hair to see the bot returning to the girl, who’s cowering in the corner begging for her life.

“Invoco umbram.” You coughed through a bloodied mouth. Giant shadowy hands rise from under the ground capturing the women. You keep your clenched your hand a tight fist, the shadowy hands mimicking the pressure, constricting her. The woman was super strong and was on the verge of breaking your spell but you still held your fist out, squeezing tighter around her.

Then, the most gruesome thing happens. The entity face spreads open in four parts resembling a giant mouth with a white light in the middle. It inhales deeply. You squeezed around her as tight as you could. Screaming out all your energy into it. The bot directs mouth at the cheerleader. The white light causes the cheerleader’s eyes to go over white and then she begins to float.

“Chrissy!” Eddie cries out in desperation. He could only watch horror.

Your nails dug into your palms as you tried to maintain your hold on the entity. You see what look like a spirit being consumed from Chrissy’s body. Her soul.

The entity reverts back to its human face using its newfound strength to burst through the shadowy hands causing you to fall back on your butt. Then, the creature flies out the trailer in a blink of an eye.

Eddie falls from his position on the wall and it feels like the air was sucked from the atmosphere for a split second.

You attempt to stand up, only for your knees to buckle under you. Eddie catching you in time before you fell. “Careful there.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting. His arms were wrapped firmly around your waist. “We have to leave. The cops will probably show up at any moment. If they catch us here, we’re screwed.” You muttered, weakly.

His face is distressed when he looks over to the other side of the living room. “What about Chrissy?”

“There’s nothing we could do. She’s gone,” You wanted to do everything you could to save her but you were just not strong enough. Owens had been right. You show your sincerity. “I’m really really sorry. I thought I could help.”

“Don’t be sorry. What you did…that took a lot of courage.” He assures. He released you once he noticed you were ready to stand on your own. Looking around at the destruction around him, he fails miserably at averting his eyes from the lifeless body.

“Chrissy didn’t deserve any of this. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. I practically begged her to come over and now…” He trails off, trying to contain himself from breaking down. “What was that thing?”

“It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t bother you anymore.” You guaranteed.

“It literally crashed in through my roof. I don’t see how that would comfort me in anyway.”

“We’re still alive for a reason. That’s my only proof that they won’t bother you. They only kill who they want to kill. I know that’s not comforting but it’s enough,” You sigh, making your way out the door. “I’m sorry but that’s all I can give you. No questions. You’ve already seen enough.”

You tried to take a step down the stair only to feel a sense of vertigo, clutching at the sides of the door for balance.

“You can’t leave me. I’m not sure if I can be alone right now. Not after seeing that. And by the looks of your state, you shouldn’t be alone either.”

You contemplated for a moment. Of course, it was risky to being him into your home. The cops would be swarming his home the next day and soon will probably classify him as the main suspect. But you couldn’t leave him behind. He just witness his girlfriend’s soul swallowed whole and witnessed witch magic most likely for the first time. He must be a complete wreck. “Okay. You’ll come with me but only for tonight. Also, you’re definitely driving.”

——

You and Eddie sat silently as he drove through the streets, neither of you knowing where to begin. Eddie seemed to have more to say because he suddenly blurts out. “I met you the other day or should I say I caught you watching me the other day. Sinclair’s sister.”

You face heats up with embarrassment. You clear your throat. “Yep, that was me.”

“I also remember you attending Hawkins High. You were a grade above me. Valedictorian, advanced classes, active in sports. And all.”

“You observed me?”

“You were one of the few popular kids not mindlessly following what the masses want. You actually had your own opinions. I can admit I was intrigued.”

“You flatter me.” You roll your eyes.

“Why are you wet by the way?”

“What’d I say about questions?”

“Ah, come on. You gotta give me something. You barge into my trailer like superwoman. Knowing everything about those things. If I don’t at least get some idea about those things you could at least tell me what you are. To put my mind at ease.”

You figured you’d just tell him everything at this point, hoping to establish a trust that could keep your secret. “Fine. If I tell you everything, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this. I mean, anyone. Even the people who you trust.”

“A bit dramatic but I promise.” He nods.

You take a deep breath. “I’m a witch. Witches exist and also angels exists. Technically these angels aren’t actually angels because they hadn’t come from heaven but they have powers like angels and they choose to feed off souls they specifically choose for their reason. They’re called Angel Bots that woman that attacked you. She was one of them. What’s worse? She wasn’t even the stronger of the bots. Their far stronger. We got really lucky. Oh, and I’m wet because I was doing this whole moon ritual thing to get stronger.”

You finished, looking over to Eddie when you hadn’t heard a reaction from him. He stares, eyes wide on the road. It was as if his brain short-circuited trying to process everything you said.

All he could let out is an incredulous, “What?”

You threw your hands up. “See? This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you any of this. You’d just think I’m crazy.”

“I-I don’t think your crazy. It’s just a lot to take in, ya know. Today just doesn’t feel real.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I came prepared for anything when it came to my Bloodbath ritual…”

“Bloodbath ritual?” Eddie whispers in a terrified tone.

“I was finally gonna lift my family’s curse. Rub it in my mom’s face a little,” You were practically, talking to yourself at this point. Speaking in no context for Eddie to understand. “It’s just my luck that these freak creatures ruined it all.”

“Yeah, totally,” He says in a rush tone. “Umm, what was that about the bloodbath part again.” He inquires, squinting his eyes.

“Just some ritual done during the Blood Moon. I have to hold my breath underwater for like two minutes. Only got to 1 minutes in 30 before I was yanked back to reality.”

“You mean you nearly drowned yourself to lift curse off your family? Whoa…that’s kinda metal.”

You smile a little. Silence befalls the atmosphere. Once again, he take the initiative and breaks it. “Eddie.”

“Huh?”

“I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Yep. Can’t forget whose nickname’s ‘The Freak’. There has to be some stories behind that name for sure,” You say, curiously. “I’m Ashley, by the way.”

“It’s nice to having a name to the face. Although, I’d always thought you’d be an Roxanne.”

“That would be a pretty badass name,” You pointed out your apartment building. “There it is. That’s my place.”

Once the car was parked, the two of you boarded into an elevator, standing a distance apart. You take the time to look at Eddie from the corner of your eye. He was still distraught which how couldn’t he after all that has happened. Eddie looks at you at the corner of his eyes; your eyes meeting. You both jump at in time with the ding of the elevator, avoiding eye contact once again and existing.

You unlocked your front door. “Please…make yourself at home.”

He walks in, shyly, sitting on the couch. His backpack on his lap.

You go into your hallway closet taking some pillows and blankets to hand over to him. “Sorry, I don’t have an extra bed. Whenever my sis comes over, we usually share my bed. Obviously, we aren’t sharing a bed.” You added, quickly.

“Thanks for letting me crash here.”

“Of course. Tomorrow maybe we could clear up the whole situation.”

“Yeah, telling them exactly what happened agnel bots and all, I’m sure they’ll believe us. Nooo doubt.” Eddie says, sarcastically.

You sit beside him. “Well, we have to think of something.”

“Can’t you just use your magical spells? Make this go away. Bring Chrissy back.”

You scoffed. “It’s not that easy, Munson. As you can see, I’m not in my best shape. I only did 3 spells and it nearly took me out. Resurrection spells and memory clearing spells are something only the highest of witches can do.”

“Is it the curse that makes it hard for you?”

You nod.

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t pressure you or anything. I just know that nobody’s going to believe me.” He says, head in his hands.

“I’ll be your witness.”

“But then you’ll be dragged into it. What could you possibly say that would clear my name?”

“I’m…not sure. But if we get out story straight tonight then we could get you off the hook.”

“I guess we could try.”

“Great! Just let me get out of this dress and shower and I will be right back.” You assured, giving his hand a light squeeze. Just as you were about to get up, he tugs on your hand causing you to lower again.

“Are you okay, though? You took a nasty blow to the back of the head,” You gasp when his hand moves up, feeling the area where you were hit. His hand through your hair felt incredibly nice. “We should get you to a doctor or something. It feels a bit swollen.”

“I have an ice pack. I’ll be okay.”

“What if you’re concussed?”

“No. I’m fine. Really,” You pull away from his touch. “Gonna get that shower. Goodbye!” You rushed out of the living room.

“Goodbye?! What the fuck is wrong with me?” You say to yourself in the bathroom mirror.

After your shower, Eddie and you discussed some alibis running into different issues with each scenario. In the end, you both grew tired and decided to call it quits until morning. You were now in bed. You couldn’t sleep a wink. Not when you thought of how you could’ve died today. You could barely hold your own against that creature and it ended up killing an innocent girl.

There’s a knock at you bedroom door. Confused, you got up and answered it. Eddie stood there in his hellfire shirt and checkered pajama pants, his hair up in a bun.

“Hey.” He simply says.

“Couldn’t sleep neither?” You ask.

“Nope. Not a lick.”

He looks down at your form noticing you wearing an oversized Metallica shirt. He could almost see your hardened peaks poking through it.

“Cool shirt. Metallica’s great.” He says, trying to make conversation while hoping you hadn’t caught him looking.

“Yeah, they are.”

You both stood, awkwardly. “You think, maybe, I could…sleep in the bed with you. I won’t try anything. Of course. I can’t sleep alone.”

“Yes.” You said, a little too quickly for your liking, surprising Eddie as well. You moved over to the side allowing him to enter.

You both get on the bed, laying on the opposite sides of the bed as distant as possible and using different blankets.

“Chrissy wasn’t my girlfriend,” Eddie blurts out in the quiet atmosphere. “I liked her. What can I say? She was pretty and really nice. She was unattainable, though. Her boyfriend, Jason,” Your eyes widened. Lucas’s basketball mate? He’s getting cheated on? Eddie continues. “He’s a fucking douchebag. Never liked me. After tonight, he’ll despise me. I asked Chrissy to come over to my place. She wanted to score some drugs said she’s been having weird dreams. Made my move on her and she kissed me back. When things got heated, the fucking angel shows up.”

“Well, shit.” Was all you could say about his revelation.

“Yep.”

You both stared up at the ceiling, contemplating the events the led you here.

“So is Sinclair—-Lucas…a witch. Or what’s the male version of that.”

“Warlock and not really. I’m the only one in my family who’s got the gift. The curse skipped through my mother’s family tree for generations then I—no pun intended—magically got the gift. Lucas does have the blood to pass it on someday.”

“And the triumphant Lady Applejack.”

You laugh. “Who?”

“Your kid sister.”

“Erica? She’s Lady Applejack. Is that her D’n’D name? That’s cute,” You smile so hard, your nose crinkles. “Yes, she’s a witch, too. Technically.”

“Now she terrifies me even more.” Eddie jokes.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“I was high when this shit went down. Thought I was having a bad trip.” He confesses.

“Reality’s a whole lot scarier.”

The rest of the night the two of you asked questions, made your confessions and every now and then made a joke or two to alleviate the situation since tomorrow the inevitable will come.

You fell asleep before Eddie. Eddie found himself, watching over you. Any sign of distress and he’d jump to check that you were okay. He was grateful that you came to his rescue. He’d hope that someday if the inevitable came and you were in trouble, he’d do what he could to save you, too.

That inevitable day could very well be today.

——

When you’d woke up, you notice the left side of the bed was empty. You rise from your bed, headed for the living room. No signs of Eddie anywhere. Then you spot a note on your island table.

“Ashley, nothing I could possibly say would be enough to express how grateful I am for your help. So, I’ve decided actions spoke louder than words. I’m turning myself into the police station,” Your heart beat at an alarmingly fast rate at that point of the letter. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you were there. Your secret’s safe with me.”

LOOK OUT FOR

Pt II. The Devil’s Advocate (coming soon)

chapter summary: You plan to testify in court but your parent’s have other plans. Your bond grows stronger with Eddie as your worlds continue to collide and not in a good way. A year after Chrissy’s murder and the verdict is finally reached. Also how does one leave prison and become the literal devil?

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High Priest, Pt. 2

From “The Many Akumatizations of Luka Couffaine.” 

The class was, for the most part, silent.

No one knew what to feel after yesterday, Juleka included. It was… Everything was fine, they were all hanging out, and then Lila mentioned that Marinette got out of trouble for bullying her, which was horrible, and… and…

Juleka didn’t know who pushed Marinette. She just knew that someone did. No one goes from backing away from a hoard of angry teenagers to crumpled at the bottom of concrete stairs by the Seine by yourself. And then Lila had said, 

“Wow, I can’t believe she’s faking being hurt. She has a lot of nerve after pushing me down the stairs. I didn’t make such a big deal out of it.”

And they all just left her.

But Marinette wasn’t faking. She’d seen it in Luka’s face when her parents had called him, saying that Marinette was in the hospital and that he needed to come, as her boyfriend (her boyfriend, Luka was her boyfriend, when Lila had told them Marinette had bullied her because of Marinette’s jealousy over how close she and Adrien were-). And now… 

And now…

The class was silent. 

Who was the guilty one, Juleka wondered. Not Lila, she had stood at the back of the group while they accosted Marinette. Not Adrien, who hadn’t gotten involved and hadn’t defended Marinette, a true neutral that wasn’t neutral at all. Not Chloe, who wasn’t even there and chatted away with Sabrina without a care in the world, unknowing or uncaring about their hospitalized friend. But Alya, but Nino, but Kim, but anyone… 

There was a murderer among them. 

A sharp trill of their phones went off, all of them at once. The akuma alert. Alya, who already had her phone out, was the first to shout. “There’s an akuma at Arc Hospital!”

Juleka paled. (“I’m going to Arc Hospital! Tell mom not to wait for me!”)

“Apparently it can transform the environment,” Alya gushed, like her best friend wasn’t in danger. No one noticed Adrien leaving with a rushed excuse about the bathroom - they were all used to his weak bladder by now. “That’s so cool! I’ve never seen an akuma do that before!”

“There might be a sentimonster along with it,” Nino pointed out. “Maybe on the hospital itself, and that’s why it transformed.”

“Oh, that makes more sense!” Alya replied, already packing up her bag. “I’m going to head to the sight; someone has to document the akuma!”

“I’ll go with you,” Nino said. 

The two were heading out the door, nothing too different, when Lila spoke up, shakily raising her hand. “C-Can I come too?” she asked. “It’s just… I’ve been so worried about Ladybug lately; akuma’s have been getting a lot stronger, so I just thought that I could be there for her, cheer her on?”

Alya looked nervous. “Well, actually-”

“That’s a great idea!” Rose gushed, like they didn’t have a friend in that specific hospital. “I’m sure Ladybug will defeat the akuma with her best friend by her side!”

“Yeah!”

“Hey, we should go too!”

“Ladybug will certainly feel empowered if an entire class cheers her on!”

“Sure. She’ll probably end up needing Queen Bee, if the akuma is that powerful.”

We shouldn’t do that, Juleka tried to say, only for the words to get stuck in her throat. Did they see that they were putting themselves in danger, potential hostages for the akuma? But no, they were blind. Lila led them like lemmings, encouraging them, saying “Yes, of course Ladybug would love that, we should all go!”

That’s how, despite her instincts, Juleka was forced into going to ground zero. At least she wasn’t the only one disliking the situation. Both Alya and Nino looked put out for some reason, and Chloe was just unhappy in general. 

The hospital had been transformed into a temple. “Aztec,” Rose whispered as they all stared up at the pyramid. “It looks… like those pictures from that research project Luka was doing.” Juleka nodded and suddenly had a horrible feeling about who exactly the akuma was. The stone looked rough, the mica a sandy-grey. Pictographs were carved into the stone, unlike any Juleka had ever seen, with each image growing more and more graphic in violence as the class climbed the pyramid together. They all… looked like people, she noticed.

The truly concerning factor, however, was the group of people that gathered at the bottom of the pyramid as the class trekked upward. But no one else set foot on the temple. They were utterly alone. 

There was only one entrance into the temple, a wide, gaping mouth of a door. Fire flickered inside the opening. Alya gave a shaky smile as she readied her camera. “Well, I guess we’re expected, right guys?” Her attempt at a joke fell flat as the class inched into the temple. 

The inside was covered in carvings, intricate and beautiful, painted and bright. Most of them depicted a beautiful dark-haired woman with a crescent moon on her forehead being worshiped. Was she the akuma? Some woman with a god-complex that turned the hospital into… this? Torches lined the walls, throwing dark shadows across the paintings. “They look like they’re moving,” Nathaniel whispered, enthralled as the class spread out, everyone looking around the interior. 

Alix frowned. “It doesn’t look very Aztec to me.”

At the center of the room was a glass altar. Or, more accurately, as Juleka approached it, a glass coffin. The frosted glass concealed the content’s identity at a distance, but up close, Juleka realized it was… “Marinette?”

That got everyone’s attention. Shocked gasps and exclamations filled the room. Alya pushed her way to the front. “What? No, it can’t be…”

Nino looked at the coffin nervously. “She can’t be akumatized, can she?”

“Of course not!” Alya spat back, coming to the defense of her comatose best friend. “She’s too strong to-”

Lila clung to Alya, cutting her off. “She was probably so upset that I revealed she was bullying me!” She wailed, the sound grating in the echoing expanse of the hall. “Oh, it’s all my fault that Marinette finally got akumatized!” For a moment, Juleka thought Lila sounded… vindicated? What?

“Cease your lies, Defiler of this hallowed place. -A strong, male, familiar voice boomed out, seemingly from nowhere-“Lest your accursed tongue wound the ears of our slumbering Goddess.”

From the shadows immerged a blue figure, dressed like a stereotypical Aztec priest. His skin, mostly his bare chest and face, was covered in black tattoos, like the line of triangles under his left eye and over his right. He wore a large, jeweled necklace that sparkled in the fire light, and feathers, dark blue and pink, trailed out of his short hair and down his back, past the linen skirt he wore to cover his modesty. 

It was obvious at first glance that the akuma was Luka. 

What was also obvious was the large, ceremonial knife in his hand. 

“Rejoice, heretics, non-believers, and renouncers of the faith,” the akuma said, looking down on their class with cold rage. “The day has come at last to join our Goddess in everlasting peace at her side. For I, the High Priest, have been given the sacred duty of awakening the Goddess of the Moon, the Melody of all Hearts, the Ever-Resting Queen… and it is with your blood that she will live again.”

Rose trembled at Juleka’s side. “Our… blood?” she whispered.

“Correct.” He could hear them, oh no, oh no… “Either through service or sacrifice, it matters little to me. Though my Goddess may wish for you to bleed through service, I care not so long as the blood is taken.”

“You…” Alya growled, then snapped, pointing at the High Priest. “Ladybug and Chat Noir will defeat you and save Marinette, you fiend. And if you think any of us are joining you, you’ve got another thing coming!”

“So, you have chosen death.” The room grew darker, the torches dimming. The High Priest’s eyes glowed neon blue. “Then may my Goddess have mercy on your fleeting soul…

“For I will have none.”

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[hyungieyoongi]

Fairy Tale

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: FLUFF + Established Relationship AU + some very cute bookstore antics

Word Count: 800+

A/N: Wrote a lil drabble because sometimes you just need Joonie fluff in your life 

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“Can you please explain to me what we’re doing here?” you asked your boyfriend. You were standing next to him in an alley in front of an unmarked door. This was clearly the back entrance to something; you just didn’t know what. Namjoon had been evasive about where he was taking you all morning, just telling you it was a “surprise.”

“Would you have a little faith in me, Y/N?” Namjoon asked rhetorically. “Besides, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?”

“Yes, several,” you responded, making Namjoon look at you incredulously. “Like when you forgot to tell me your parents were on their way over, and I had to meet them for the first time in a towel because I had just gotten out of the shower and was looking for my sweater in the living room.”

“Hey, we all laugh about that now, it was funny!” Namjoon defended himself.

“Or when you almost burned my apartment down because you decided to try making s’mores with my gas stove,” you smiled, remembering the scene when you came into your kitchen that day. Namjoon had let a marshmallow sit over the gas flame for too long, and it slid off the skewer onto the burner. It quickly became a sugary mass of flames you had to put out. He stood there with his mouth agape as you handled the potential emergency, sheepishly apologizing once you safely turned the burner off.

“You love s’mores – I was being thoughtful!”

“Or when–“

“Alright, alright, I get it.”

“Darling, you are the smartest person I know, but sometimes I question your judgment,” you teased, brushing a hand through Namjoon’s short hair. He smiled at you, his dimple indenting his cheek.

“Thank goodness I have you to keep me from doing anything truly destructive,” Namjoon said, kissing your forehead and intertwining your fingers. “Now will you please let me be romantic?”

“Yes, yes, please carry on,” you conceded. Namjoon took a key out of his pocket, unlocking the back door and swinging it open with a flourish.

You peaked inside – it was completely dark.

“Have you brought me here to murder me without any witnesses?”

“Come on, Y/N,” Namjoon said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the dark room behind him. He switched on a light, illuminating an old bookstore lined with beautiful volumes. You breathed in deeply–the smell of old paper and well-told stories always put you at ease. That still didn’t explain what the two of you were doing here, though. You looked at Namjoon with a confused expression, waiting for him to explain.

“The shop owner let me have the keys for the day, so we could explore the shop without worrying about anyone recognizing me or hiding behind a mask.” You nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I also had an idea…”

“Well, now I’m hooked,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms automatically wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his frame as you looked up at him.

“Since I’m leaving for tour, I wanted to find a way for us to stay connected and have a piece of each other while we’re apart. We read together at home all of the time, so I thought this could be our piece of each other,” Namjoon explained, eyes scanning the shelf behind you before returning your gaze once again. “I want us both to pick out a set of books, a copy for each of us, so I can bring them with me. We can choose as many as you want. I thought we could read them together and discuss them, almost like our own miniature book club.” Namjoon had a nervous expression on his face, almost as if he was worried you wouldn’t like his idea. “We can experience the same adventures, heartbreaks, and thrills at the same time, even when we are thousands of miles apart.”

You stood on your tip toes to place a kiss to Namjoon’s lips, catching him by surprise. He pulled back with a grin.

“I take it you like the idea?”

“I love it, Joon,” you said, kissing him soundly once more to prove it.

“See? I told you to trust me,” Namjoon said, keeping you close to him.

“Fine, you’re right, let’s get shopping,” you laughed, breaking out of his arms to start searching through the shelves of books, wanting to find the perfect stories.

Namjoon came up behind you, his head resting on your shoulder as he read the title you were about to pull from the shelf.

“A fairy tale?” Namjoon commented. “Pretty sure I already found my happy ending.”

“Aish, you’re so cheesy,” you joked.

“Just one of the many reasons you fell in love with me,” Namjoon said, his fingers coming up to tickle your sides in retaliation to your comment. You laughed, wiggling away from him. You blew a kiss at him as you darted behind a shelf, hiding from his view.

“You’re right, I do love you!” you said to the other side of the bookshelves where he was likely still standing.

You heard his deep chuckle in response, the sound making you feel warm and happy, like just in this moment, everything was perfect.

“And I love you.”

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[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

omg I love your work very much! You write really great and it's a pleasure to read you. I have a small request, if it's possible. I've never read this before so why write a one-shot (or series?) with a reader pregnant with chishiya ? (pleassse) With this news, it becomes extremely protective with the reader. Thank you so much !!

Yeah sure! Here you go! ❤

Trying My Best | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

{Main Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Ann, OC)

Summary: You tell Chishiya that you’re pregnant and his change in behaviour from the news is hard not to notice

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, murder, swearing, graphic violence (guns), heavy angst, vomiting, panicking, blood

Word Count: 3.3k

*reader is female

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“Chishiya, I think I’m pregnant.”

The statement hit the young man like a thousand knives. He stood up on the roof of the hotel, the moon reflecting off his glowing skin. You stared at his side profile, waiting for his reaction to the news, but he merely sighed and tucked a piece of his bleached hair behind his ears. “How do you know?”

“I’ve been throwing up a lot, without even feeling nauseated at first. It just suddenly hits and I have to run to the bathroom,” you began listing your symptoms to back your claim. “I also have been a lot more tired, going to bed super early and waking up super late. As well as my period hasn’t come yet, and it’s been a week since it was due.”

You still kept your eyes on Chishiya, trying to figure out how he was feeling. His emotions hardly ever come through his body language. He seemed too calm for your liking, but you couldn’t exactly tell because you weren’t able to see his eyes.

“It is mine?” he asked, turning to you with a serious expression. Your eyes widened in shock. “Whose else would it be Chishiya?” you exclaimed, shoving his shoulder in disbelief.

Chishiya smirked and looked away from you again. “Just making sure.”

“Do you want to keep it?”

The question took Chishiya off guard. “That’s not my choice to make,” he said.

“Yeah but if it were?” you pressed, sliding along the railing until your sides were touching. Chishiya went quiet for a few minutes, thinking about his answer. “I would hate to bring a baby into this world if I’m being totally honest,” he started. “But it’s not like we have a choice.”

You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and sound against his warmth and scent. He laid his cheek on top of your head and sighed heavily.

“What are we going to do Chishiya? We’re too young to be parents, let alone in a world like this.” You felt your eyes start to water but tried your best to hold in your cries. You were terrified. Not only would you have to go through nine months of pregnancy, you would also have to play games in order to keep your visa valid.

“Hey,” you heard Chishiya say. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll push through this together. And I’ll make sure I’m here with you every step of the way.”

His words made you smile sadly, and droop your head down into your hands. You cried softly as Chishiya rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

It would be tough, impossible even. But the both of you had each other, and that’s all you needed to push through.

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Ever since that evening on the roof with Chishiya when you told him about the baby, he had acted strangely since.

He had lost his cocky and smug personality, being replaced by a cautious and anxious type of behaviour. You began to feel worried about him, because it was so out of character.

It didn’t go unnoticed by other members of The Beach either. Although you hadn’t told anyone else about the news (wanting to keep it between you and Chishiya), you found yourself being confronted by a lot of people asking if Chishiya was okay.

Ann mentioned that during a meeting he rushed out suddenly, not even stopping to say where he was going or why. You reassured her that he was fine, and that the stress of the games may have just started getting to his head a bit.

It was like you were suddenly dating a whole different person. There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t by your side, always asking if you needed anything or that you were okay. He’d refuse to let you do the smallest of things, liking lifting heavy objects or even dancing in the crowd at night. There were times you would have to reason with him and remind him that you weren’t helpless, and you were basically only a few weeks pregnant, and he was acting like you were eight months. He always shrugged it off though and argued back that he just felt overwhelmed, so he wanted to try his best to be the best partner he could be during the stressful time.

But when push came to shove and you had to participate in games to renew your visa, Chishiya always insisted that he went with you. Even if you said no and tried to convince him that you would be fine, he refused to listen. You didn’t have a chance when trying to reason with his stubbornness.

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You had decided to participate in a game a few days earlier than when your visa would expire so you wouldn’t have the stress of having to rush to one on the night it expired. As well as you had been feeling okay for the past few hours and you didn’t want to lose the opportunity of clearing a game when you were at your best instead of being forced to play one on one of your worse days.

When you told Chishiya your plan, you ended up having a small argument. Chishiya thought it was unreasonable for you to put yourself in danger when it could be prevented, as well as he felt anxious due to you not being able to perform to the best of your ability because you were holding your child.

But after you both calmed down after realizing that arguing would get you nowhere, you both decided to go to the game that night, as long as Chishiya was able to come with you.

The game was simple enough. It was a six of clubs. Each player had to find an area of the building to stay put in no more than groups of three. You were able to move around these small areas, but once the game started and you were inside one, you were not permitted to leave your area. There were four seekers, each with a different animal mask on their heads. Each area in the building also represented one of the seeker’s animals. The goal was to kill the seeker that had the animal corresponding to your area. So the players would have to create a way to lure the seeker’s to their position, but if they lure the wrong one, they would have to hide until they left.

To clear the game, players would have to kill all four of the seekers. But if they failed to do so in the time limit, flames would emerge from the ground of all areas, killing all the remaining players.

In the registration room, Chishiya kept a firm grip on your arm, making you stay close to him. There were two tables, one holding the usual phones for the players, but the other was covered with a variety of hand-held weapons, scattered across the top of it.

Chishiya strolled over to the weapon table and scanned the dangerous objects. He reached to a moderately sized blade and felt it in his hand before turning to you and holding it out, wanting you to take it.

“Here, you have this one. If we happen to get separated and you come across one of the seekers, give them a short jab to the throat with this. I have my taser to defend me.”

“We won’t get separated, we have designated areas.”

Chishiya looked directly in your eyes and sighed, placing a hand on your head. “You know what I mean.”

You hung your head low. He was meaning if he was to die. “Don’t you dare die on me now Chishiya. If you do anything reckless, you bet your stupid ass I will make sure you survive this game just so I can kill you later.”

Chishiya chuckled at your threat, allowing you to see his shiny teeth in a smile. He knew that if there would be a point that you were in any kind of potential danger, he would throw himself in front of you. His life wasn’t worth as much as yours or his child’s, to him at least.

Around ten minutes later, you both sat in a dark room that had a large painting of a wedge-tailed eagle across one of the walls. You both already assumed that was the seeker you were trying to attract. You came up with the plan to wait a short while before starting to attract the eagle’s attention, because then other people may have already killed their seeker, making it less of a chance for a different animal to come find you.

You both sat in silence on the uncomfortable couch that had springs and stuffing pouring out of it. It was the only piece of furniture in the room, so there wasn’t really anywhere else to wait.

You groaned as a short stab of pain shot through your lower abdomen, making Chishiya snap his head to you and place a soft hand over your arm that held your stomach area. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You waved your hand in front of you. “It’s fine, just a cramp.”

Chishiya sighed in relief and rubbed your back soothingly. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest, thumping against his ribcage rapidly. He was terrified, but he sure knew how to hide it from you.

You both sat in silent together, your head leaning against Chishiya’s chest as he stroked your head softly, trying to keep your nerves down. “How are we going to keep this up Chishiya?” you asked out of the blue. Chishiya hummed in acknowledgement. “I don’t know, we’ll just take one step at a time.”

The situation was overwhelming for you. With the mix of the fear of dying, your stomach cramps, Chishiya’s comforting voice and the eerie atmosphere, you couldn’t help but feel tears of stress start developing in your eyes. Before you could even get the chance to wipe them away, a sudden sob erupted from your throat, making you cover your mouth and push your face further into Chishiya’s chest.

“Aw no, don’t cry,” Chishiya cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso and holding you close. “We’re going to be fine. Trust me,” Chishiya pulled back and held your teary face in his palms. “As long as I’m here, nothing’s going to hurt you.”

You smiled at his promise, leaning into his touch on your cheek, making his face glow slightly pink.

As you and Chishiya stayed huddled close together and spoke in whispered tones, you froze as you began to hear a small noise just outside the door of the room.

Chishiya didn’t seem to hear it, and he kept talking. “Shh!” you said, cutting him off. He frowned at you and followed your gaze to the large, grey door that stood opposite to your position on the couch.

Silence filled the air as you both tried hard to listen. The tension in the room was making you almost suffocate.

“I think there’s someone outside.” you stated, standing up from your position and slowly beginning to shuffle along the floor towards the door. But Chishiya rushed after you and pulled you back before your hand could touch the door handle.

“What are you doing?!” he whisper-yelled, turning you towards him by moving your shoulders. You blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean? We need to kill it!”

“But we don’t know if it’s the eagle or not. It’s better if we hide until we’re sure it’s the one we have to kill.”

“We haven’t got time! We have less than five minutes to finish the game, so the chance of the eagle being the only one left is quite likely.”

“You don’t know that. And we aren’t even sure whether they carry weapons or not. It’s too high of a risk, and I’m not letting you put yourself in danger like that, especially when you’re pregnant with our child.”

“For fucks sake Chishiya! I’m not defenseless!”

Your yells became louder and louder with each argumentative statement, which eventually gave away your position to the seeker that stood just outside the door.

Just as you were about to rip away from Chishiya’s grip on your shoulder when you heard the large door creak open. You both turned around abruptly at the sound and laid on your eyes on a tall figure with an eagle mask covering his face. In his hand he held a small machine gun, making Chishiya’s stomach drop at the sight of it.

“Y/N!”

He grabbed your shoulders once again as you stood there in shock, not being able to move. Chishiya yelled as he pulled you roughly further into the room towards another small door that led to a closet. A few rounds of bullets shot around the room, illuminating the small space for a few short milliseconds and making the both of you develop a piercing ringing noise in your ears.

Chishiya pulled you against him as you struggled, pushing you against the wall with him in front of you, shielding you from the seeker. As he did so, he ripped the small closet door open beside you and shoved you inside, panicking and trying to get you to safety as soon as possible.

You fell to the floor of the closet, a small groan leaving your mouth as you hit the ground harshly. You were about to stand up again to push yourself out to help Chishiya, but he kicked you down before you had the chance. Your eyes landed on his, filled with frustration, but they softened as they saw the waterfalls cascading down his face.

“Please,” he choked out, putting the door behind him so the seeker can’t shoot him from the back. “For once in your life just listen to me and stay in here. Please don’t come out.”

That’s all he said before he stepped around the closet door and slammed it shut. The absolute fear and sadness on his face was burnt into your mind. You had never seen Chishiya hold such dreadful emotion on his features. It made you feel awfully guilty for picking a fight with him.

You finally came to your senses, the ringing in your ears faded and the gunshots just outside the door made your head spin. You sobbed and covered your ears with your hands, trying to block out the sounds. Your stomach churned and groaned, and you suddenly felt the urge to throw up.

You lunged forward from your sitting position on the floor and emptied the contents of your stomach on the tiled ground, coughing and gagging on the putrid smell and taste of it in your mouth.

“Fuck,” you mumbled out, rubbing your eyes to clear the tears dripping from them.

Something shifted in the pocket of your jeans, making you turn your head and place a hand over the object. Reaching in, you hissed as a sharp blade slightly cut your finger. You pulled it out gently and held it in front of you.

It was the blade Chishiya gave you at the start of the game.

“I can’t abandon him. My last words to him can’t be an argument,” you rasped out, putting a hand to your chest to recover your breathing. “I’m not going to let him die. He can’t escape being a father that easily.”

Slowly you lifted yourself up onto your feet, using the shelves in the closet as leverage. You shuffled towards the door, holding your blade out in front of you, ready to attack if you needed. You weren’t thinking straight, at that moment you didn’t even think about the fact that the seeker had a gun, all you could think about was Chishiya.

You slowly pressed down on the door handle, opening it carefully in case the seeker was still in the room. It was back to it’s darkness, making your heart drop lower.

You stepped out around the door. It was eerily quiet, making you become anxious. Something must have happened. It wouldn’t be this quiet if Chishiya and the seeker were still fighting.

A sudden wet feeling on your foot broke you from your thoughts and you glanced down to see a dark liquid seeping into your shoe. You leaned down to look at it more closely, noticing how a strong metallic smell filled your nostrils as you did so.

It was blood, but whose blood was it?

Your breathing began to quicken as you started panicking. It was a large puddle, there was no way Chishiya would survive if he got injured that badly.

“Chishiya!” you yelled out, hearing nothing but your own echo answering you. You held no care for being heard by the potentially still alive seeker at that moment. All you wanted was to find Chishiya.

“Chishiya, please!” You lifted your feet and rushed to the grey door where the seeker originally came from. It was slightly ajar and a light from the hallway outside was shining through into the room.

You pushed through the door, almost tripping over in the process. Further up the hall, two people laid on the ground. One was on their back with no movement while the other was leant up against the wall clutching their shoulder.

The injured one wore a white hoodie, making you immediately recognize them as your partner.

“Oh my god, Chishiya.” you whispered as you approached him, eyes locking on the large blood stain on his white hoodie. “Y/N, I told you to stay in the room,” he groaned out.

You placed a hand against his that held his wound, trying to keep pressure on it to lessen the bleeding. “I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to let you die that easy.”

He smiled up at you, a pained expression on his face as he hissed and whimpered at the pain of his wound. “They got me in the shoulder, but that was it.”

“You should be fine. If we get back to The Beach and get Ann to remove the bullet, it’ll heal fine.”

He knew you didn’t really know that. You were trying to reassure yourself that he would live. But either way, he wasn’t planning on dying on you anytime soon.

You looked away from him, glancing over at the figure lying on the ground motionless. The eagle mask was still lazily placed on their face. Chishiya probably didn’t want to remove it out of respect for the individual.

“How’d you kill them?” you asked, locking eyes with him once again.

“A few shocks around the ears to knock them out. But I didn’t take any sharp blades with me so I had to get creative,” he explained, nodding over towards a small slab of metal that laid a few metres away. “After a few hits with that to their head, they were gone.”

You cringed at the thought, but you appreciated Chishiya having the bravery to do that.

You felt a soft hand pressing itself against your stomach, rubbing the spot up and down. “Are they okay?”

A smile spread across your face. “I think so. They didn’t help much by making me throw up in the closet,” you laughed, making Chishiya grin.

“Causing mum trouble already.”

A happy tune being played from each of your pockets caught your attention.

“Game Clear. Congratulations.”

The reality suddenly hit you. You were alive and so was Chishiya. And although you would have to go through many more traumatic and harsh events such as the one you had just experienced, you would at least be there for each other, whether the outcome was bad or not.

“Come on. Let’s go home,” Chishiya groaned, using his good arm to push himself up. You helped him by lifting him by his shoulders.

You were alive today, and that’s all that mattered. You would worry about tomorrow when it comes round to it.

[cotton-tails]

So I saw this last night, and the little angsty plot bunny in my head woke up and I just had to write something. Fully intended to be a drabble of sorts, but of course it turned into a four page tear-fest, so grab the tissues and strap in.

Oh, and I haven't edited this, it's just 3am word-vomit, so enjoy the mess!

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“So, this hasn’t exactly gone to plan.”

Della snorts cheerlessly at Donald’s deadpan comment, struggling into a sitting position and wincing at a twinge in her elbow. The chains dig into her arms with every movement, a very clear upgrade from the ropes they’d all been able to break out of within several minutes not too long ago. These idiots don’t know who they’re messing with.

Or they do; probably a little too well, hence the plan that fell apart very quickly. And the chains. And the scary looking red lightning below them.

“Shut up!” Heron snaps behind them, cuffing Donald a little too roughly around the head.

He doesn’t react more than a sharp hiss and a dark glare behind him, and Della can’t help the sharp pang of guilt under the surge of anger. She bites back a comment, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground until the villain is out of earshot.

“I’m sorry,” she breathes, keeping her voice low.

“What? Why?” Donald sounds confused but she can’t bring herself to look at him.

“You should be with Daisy right now,” she says, “I’m the one who guilted you into staying, into coming on this stupid trip. And now we’re facing the very real possibility of dying.”

Donald is quiet.

Forcing herself to look up, she frowns at the look on his face. He still doesn’t say anything, but the expression says it all; ‘Della-you-absolute-idiot-what-are-you-blathering-on-about?’

“I came on this stupid trip cause our kids were in trouble,” he hisses eventually, “my family were in trouble! You think I wouldn’t ditch my vacation in a heartbeat for any of you?”

“I-” Della starts, but her voice catches, rendering her utterly speechless. He’s not lying, she knows exactly what he would do for the family, for her. Yet, somehow that knowledge isn’t exactly helping.

She misses her chance to reply, all conversation cut off with the explosive arrival of Scrooge and Bradford through the roof.

Della clenches her fist and almost bites through the inside of her cheek as he slams to the ground. She manages to chime out a ‘Hey Uncle Scrooge,’ with Donald when his pained gaze finds them. Beakley mutters a sarcastic ‘Fantastic,’ from her other side. She can only watch as a now armoured Bradford, armed with the sword, picks him up by the back of his coat and drags him up the stairs. He’s blathering on about something, but she’s stopped listening; too busy focusing on her battered and beaten uncle and how this could have gone so completely and utterly wrong.

It’s the usual spiel anyway, threats to destroy his family, his adventures, everything he had worked for, blah blah blah.

Then the contract is revealed, and her stomach drops to somewhere around her knees. If they don’t find a way out soon, Scrooge will have to either sign his life away or they all die, and frankly, neither option sound particularly appealing.

It’s only when Bradford sacrifices his own agents that the desperateness of the situation really sinks in. It’s one thing to talk about murder, it’s entirely another to actually do it. And if Bradford is willing to throw away his own agents, Della can’t imagine what he would be willing to do to her family if Scrooge doesn’t sign.

He tries to buy some time. Della can almost hear the cogs turning in his head as he tries to figure out how to get out of this one. She huffs out a half-hearted laugh at the sharp quip about the fine-print. He’d figure something out, he always does. Not to mention the kids are bound to have found a way out by now, they’d pick up the rest of their allies and be on their way to disrupt the whole evil plan.

It’s just a matter of-

“Ugh! Enough stalling!”

Never mind.

“You need some incentive.”

Della does not like where this is going.

“Perhaps the life of your most trusted ally?”

The three of them snap their heads forward as Bradford stalks towards them, sword dragging on the concrete threateningly. As the screeching rings in Della’s ears, the only thought racing through her mind is ‘not Donnie, not Donnie, please, don’t take my brother.’

Her heart almost stops when he scoops Donald up by his collar, his cry echoing in her ears.

“Donald!” Three voices scream.

She can barely breathe, crippling panic bubbling up inside. All she wants to do is close her eyes and scream, break these chains and drag him back to safety, but she can’t move, she can’t take her eyes off her twin as he’s dangled over the edge.

“What will it be Scrooge? Adventure? Or your Family?”

‘Just do what he wants!’ She’s not ashamed of the thought. They’ll figure out a way to reverse the contract, there’s always a way, always a loophole. Just do it so she can see her brother safely on solid ground.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

She can’t say she’s surprised at how quickly he gives in.

“No! Don’t!” Donald screams, “find a way out! You can beat him!”

The pen is already in his hand. “It’s not worth the risk lad.”

They can only watch in horror at the golden glow that circles around him, lifting him up and binding him with unbreakable chains that drag him to the ground.

“I did it!” Bradford crows triumphantly. “The great Scrooge McDuck, now only a poor old man!”

Della’s heart breaks just a little at the look of absolute misery on her old uncle’s face, but she doesn’t have time to mourn properly, because Bradford is talking. Again.

“Normally I wouldn’t indulge in such petty villainy,” he says, his gaze turning back to Donald, still dangling over the edge, with a glint in his eye that makes Della’s blood run cold. “But since this is a special occasion.”

He lets go.

Della’s eyes meet Donald’s for an agonising second, and then he’s gone.

There’s a flash of red, and someone is screaming.

She doesn’t even realise it’s her until a rough hand knocks her back.

“Shut it! Or it’ll be you next!”

Hot tears stream down her beak and she presses her forehead into the cold concrete, not even bothering to choke back a sob. Over the pounding of her own taunting heartbeat in her ears, she hears the sound of the machine powering down (‘Too late’ her traitorous mind provides), of her kids voices yelling something, and Scrooge shouting for them to be careful.

And Bradford, confused and angry as her family finally, finally step in to save the day.

His voice sets off something inside that she hadn’t felt since the day Lunaris betrayed her. A raging anger that burns through her, overwhelming any other emotion and completely taking over her mind.

The chains are no longer an obstacle, and even Beakley can’t stop her from launching herself at the buzzard. They tumble down the stairs, fists flying and feet kicking. Everything blurs after that, which may or may not be a side effect of a rather painful bump on the head as they hit the ground at the bottom of the staircase. She’s kicked off, then it’s just a cloud of lights and bodies and a strong arm holding her back from doing anything overly-reckless and potentially stupid.

The kids, her (their) beautiful, wonderful kids, figure out the loophole and the ever-binding contract disintegrates.

It’s done.

The maniacal villain is defeated once more. The world has returned to rights and the sounds of celebration fill the air.

But Della can only stand and watch, her hands trembling and eyes burning. Beakley stands behind her, hands hovering just behind her shoulders, ready to give comfort if needed.

He’s gone.

Her brother, the other half of her soul; just… gone.

And… oh.

Her knees buckle, a wrecked sob forcing its way from her throat. Beakley catches her with a arm round the shoulders and a hand under her elbow, lowering her gently to the ground as she crumples into a ball. She presses her hands to her eyes in a hopeless attempt to stem the tears as everything comes crashing down.

“It’s okay, let it out dear.”

He shouldn’t have been here. He should’ve been on that amazing adventure with Daisy, sailing together on that old houseboat. After everything life had thrown at him, after all the madness they’d been through, he’d finally caught a break, finally found that amazing person who loved him as fiercely as he loved her.

Then Della had come along, crying about lost time and not being ready. She hadn’t wanted to him to leave, even on a stupid vacation that he would very clearly be coming back from.

Now he wouldn’t even get the chance to go.

And it’s all her fault.

“Mom?”

The obvious confusion and concern in Huey’s voice is enough to send her tumbling over the edge all over again, fresh tears springing up at the thought of having to explain what happened to her- to his kids.

Scrooge hurries them away, and she tries not to listen to the hushed explanation, the startled gasps, and she has to cover her ears for the rest. She can’t stand it.

It’s all her fault.

“DELLA!”

‘What?’

There’s no mistaking that voice.

Her head snaps up so fast she’s half sure she’s given herself whiplash. Even through blurred eyesight, she knows that silhouette, that outfit, that stupid hat. She blinks, sniffing and scrubbing at her face with her sleeve, hardly daring to believe.

It shouldn’t be possible, there’s no way it’s possible. She saw it, she saw him fall, saw the flash of lightning, the empty space where he had been only moments before. She watched her own brother die. So how was he standing ten feet in front of her, laughing as he’s tackled by several small and colourful blurs?

A hand appears in front of her face and she looks up into the stunned face of her uncle. He looks almost as much of a mess as she feels, tearstains tracking down his cheeks and spotting on his coat.

“I think it might be best if we just don’t question it,” he says, helping her to her feet.

His hands are shaking as he holds hers tightly, but she doesn’t comment; it can’t be any worse than her own trembling limbs. They turn back to Donald, who’s ended up sat on the floor under the collective weight of the kids. He’s got a tearful Louie on his shoulder and several kids wrapped around his torso as he struggles to his feet, and Della can see him mouthing a headcount as he takes them all in.

“I swear every time we see you, you have more children.”

She hadn’t even noticed Panchito and José just beside him, grins wide and eyes twinkling with amusement and, in José’s case, something else that she can’t quite place. Donald just laughs at Panchito’s observation, the sound sweet as honey and causing even more tears to well up all round. The pure relief that sweeps through her is almost enough to make her knees give way again, but Scrooge’s hand gripping hers and Beakley’s arm still around her shoulders is just enough to keep her grounded.

Then he catches her eye.

“Hey Dells.”

The kids must see something in her face, cause they have to good sense to dart out of the way just moments before Della hurls herself at her brother. They almost topple backwards, but Donald is able to keep them just about upright while Della just focuses on wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his shoulder. His arms circle her waist, holding her just as tightly. The tears are streaming freely now, but she’s beyond caring. He can yell at her about ruining his shirt later and she’ll just take it with a grin.

“You idiot!” she yells, her voice muffled by his shoulder, “I thought you were dead!”

“For a minute, so did I,” he says into her hair, “how about we just call it even?”

The soft jibe only makes her laugh, and she holds him just that little bit tighter.

Miracles do happen, and in the end all that matters is love, family and adventure.

But if he thinks she’s going to let him go galivanting off on some adventure without her now, then he’d better think again.

[shadyteacup]

Hello! If you’re free, I was wondering if I could have a request where 15y/o Dazai meets his future s/o which he feels comfortable around them and has good impression abt them. Like he’s wandering somewhere and suddenly run into them. They have a chitchat abt their thoughts on something and have fun talking to each other. Then leave and meet again when he joins ADA. (s/o is a weird kind of person, like out of this world)

I’m not an English speaker so sorry for my terrible English y-y. Btw, i love your writings!!💟

This is such an amazing idea! I had fun writing this! And dw, your English is spectacular ♡ Enjoy, dove!

Dazai Osamu x gn! Reader||Reader has a time traveling ability

Timeless

You were a time traveler. Your ability allowed you to visit places from different timelines. The only drawback was that you aged no matter where you were, even if you were using your ability. This meant that if you wanted to enjoy the present, you had to ensure that you didn't spend much time in the past. You couldn't visit the future.

But that was okay. You loved finding out the root of all problems. That's why you joined the ada. Your ability helped them to identify who the perpetrator was. You would travel in the past and be there at the crime scene at the right time. Then you'd come back and reveal important information like the hiding place of the murder weapon, or if they had been looking at the wrong suspect all along.

You were currently investigating the death of a businessman. His body had turned up near the docks. It was highly decomposed, and probably atleast 2 years dead. You decided to travel 2 years into the past, and made your way to the docks. While searching for the potential crime scene, you bumped into someone. A mop of brown hair stood a few steps ahead of you. The boy wore bandages all over his arms and neck, and had an eye covered. Judging by the absence of any outline of his eye on the bandage that covered it, and the lack of moisture, his eye probably wasn't injured at all. He was probably only wearing bandages to appear weak. But this was just an assumption on your part.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, boy. I didn't see you there!"

He looked at you with a dead look in his eye, then gave you the fakest smile to ever exist.

"It's alright. May I ask what you are doing at a place like this?"

You were taken aback by his cold demeanor. It reminded you a lot of your own self.

"I'm here to investigate a death."

You said. His eyes darkened at your words.

"You see, the body will be discovered two years later. No tangible evidence will be recovered, then. So I must find something useful here, now."

The boy smirked.

"Time traveling ability?"

You smiled.

"Yup."

His smirk dropped and he glared at you.

"I see. This is a dangerous adventure, dear. You might get caught in a string of trouble, one that might lead you to harm."

The boy's aura and dark look had made you suspicious about his employers, but now you were certain that he worked for the mafia.

"Don't worry. I'm pretty positive that the murder wasn't committed by someone from the mafia."

His surprise was momentary, but obvious. It caught your eye.

"Before you ask, no, I don't know your future self. Also, the method of the crime doesn't match the mafia's M.O."

He nodded, thinking.

"Well in that case, I don't think you and I should be enemies."

He chirped, a happy look on his face.

You were taken aback by the sudden change in his mood.

"Sure, kid."

You said, patting his shoulder and walking away, trying to find the crime scene. The area was littered with compartments and shipment goods. It all looked so similar, almost like a maze.

"Hey, kiddo, can you lend me a hand?"

He blinked in confusion.

"Um. Sure."

He was confused as to why you weren't afraid of him. You clearly knew he was from the mafia, but you still acted so casually around him. It made him think that you either represented somebody powerful, or worked for an influential employer.

You rummaged through your pocket, trying to find the picture. Handing him the the snap of the crime scene, you observed him as he peered into the paper.

"This way."

He said, walking between two cargo containers, and leading the way.

"I never got your name, boy."

He shrugged, peering at you over his shoulder.

"Does it really matter?"

You mimicked him, raising your shoulders in a lazy shrug.

"Maybe, maybe not. But I'd like to call you something other than 'boy'."

He hummed in thought.

"How about 'knight in shining armour'?"

You scoffed.

"I get the whole 'I'm helping you, so I'm a knight' thing, but I'm no damsel in distress."

He smirked.

"Oh? And what if I were to abandon you here? What would you do?"

You smirked.

"I'd find my way on my own. I don't need you, eye-patch."

He grinned at you smugly, stopping in his tracks and moving towards you. He leaned in, his face almost touching yours.

"And what if I were to overpower you, hmm? What would you do then?"

You shuffled closer to him, much to his surprise. You whispered near his ear.

"I'll ensure that you'll never be able to have kids."

Pushing him back, you snatched the picture from his palm, and continued searching for the location. He was astonished at your bravery. He always comes across as intimidating, and that was putting it mildly. You were very courageous.

Following you like a lost puppy, he watched you hide behind a bunch of wooden crates.

You patted the space next to you, beckoning him to sit there.

"The show's about to start, eye-patch."

You took out your camera and were ready to click.

That's when two men, clad in expensive suits walked over. One of them was explaining something to the other.

You began clicking a few snaps.

The guy who was observing, turned his back on the other for a second. That's when he brandished his knife and plunged it into the other's back. You were furiously tapping away on the camera's button, determined to get every detail of proof.

The victim suffered atleast 50 stabwounds, 53 to be exact, when the killer decided to stop and hide the body. You snapped every single second of the ordeal.

When the killer left the crime scene, the two of you got up, and dusted your clothes.

"Do you have any plans after this?"

He asked you.

"Well, not really. I was planning to grab a drink, maybe something to eat, before heading back."

You said.

"Or heading 'ahead', since I'm going to the future. I don't even know."

Dazai nodded his head.

"How about I treat you to a drink?"

You eye him suspiciously.

"I have no reason to harm you. You literally don't belong here, so I've got no reason to hurt you."

You hum in acknowledgement.

"Okay then. Lead the way."

....

"How old are you?"

He asked, swirling his drink in his glass.

"A few years older than you."

"Cryptic."

"Intrusive."

"Touche."

"You have so many questions, don't you, eye-patch. "

Dazai hummed, taking a sip.

"Consider me intruiged by your... ability."

He turned in his bar stool to face you.

"Why didn't you prevent it from happening?"

"Because if I break the flow of time, or even mess with it, everything will go haywire."

"And if you were able to prevent it, without disrupting the flow of time, would you have intervened?"

You gaze at your own glass.

"I would do some heavy research before I make my decision."

Dazai was curious. Did you not want to save people?

"Everybody has a reason for murder. Nobody wakes up one day and decides to kill someone. I'll dig into their lives and find out why the killer did it. And I'll decide whether or not preventing the murder would save an innocent life, or harm many others in the future."

"So, in short, you intend to play God."

You chuckled.

"If given the power, who in their right mind would turn down the offer? Everybody wants to play God. Our entire society is built that way. The one who has more money, more power, more influence, has the right to play God to those beneath them."

Dazai found you very interesting. The way you viewed the world was so unique. You were a textbook 'good person' but could easily become the 'bad guy' if given the resources. Good or bad doesn't really matter to him, he finds the difference between the two very confusing.

"Doesn't that make you, and everybody who has power, a "bad" person?"

You chuckled.

"Funny coming from a mafioso."

Downing the rest of your drink, you answer his question.

"The distinction between good and bad is so distorted. The same set of actions can be termed as good for certain circumstances, and bad for others. The villain is always the hero when you try to see the world through his shoes, and the hero is always the villain for those supporting the so called 'bad guy' ."

"I agree. I don't care about what's 'good' or 'bad' ,either."

"Then what do you follow?"

"What do you mean?"

"There must be some set of rules that you abide by. What are they?"

"I.. Don't have any. I'm a free bird!"

You tap your chin in thought.

"One must have something to fall back on when they don't know what to do. Something to blindly follow. For example, I follow a set of rules created by my morals and values. When I don't  know how to proceed, I remember them and act accordingly. "

Dazai observed you as you spoke, absorbing every single syllable that floated out if your luscious lips. He was attracted towards opinionated, strong and focused people. He adores the look on people's faces when they speek about their passions, and express their opinions on matters. Even if he disagreed with them, the fact that they have a strong reasoning behind their actions, and the way they calmly portray their points so skillfully, makes him like them more.

The way you were effortlessly articulating your inner thoughts was something that he was fascinated by. He had so much going on inside, so much turmoil, that it was impossible for him to express it out in words. But you seem to be so sorted and disciplined. He loved that about you.

"You'll get there someday, eye-patch. Don't worry. "

You comforted, smiling at the young man.

He smiled back at you. For the first time that day, he had given you a genuine smile.

"You should smile more. It suits you."

He blushed at your words. It was a weird feeling for him. He didn't understand why his face was heating up, or why his ears felt like they were on fire.

Flicking your wrist to check the time, you sighed.

"Well, time to leave."

Dazai held your wrist as you were about to get up.

"Wait!"

You looked at him quizzically.

"Will we meet again?"

You tilted your head and smiled at him.

" I can't say for sure, but I do hope that we do."

With that, he watched you walk out of the bar. He only respected Odasaku. But now, he respected you, too.

....

Time skip to a few weeks later.

....

"L/N san, please get yourself together, we're expecting a new member to join us, soon."

You laid on the couch of the ada as Kunikida rambled on about how everyone must be in their best behavior to greet their newest member. Yosano was handling most of it, so Ranpo and you had no work to do.

"Yes, yes, Doppo. Also, it's Y/N."

You said, stretching your arms above your head.

"Y/N kun, you need to try this new type of cookie. It has two different flavors!"

Ranpo said, offering you a cookie from his bag.

You smile at him, accepting it.

"Yum!"

"I know, right!"

"Ranpo san, Y/N san! Please come here! Our newest member has arrived!"

Both of you lazily got up and strolled over to the front of the office.

"What is the big deal, Doppo-"

You stopped mid sentence when you saw the person standing at the doorway.

"Eye-patch!"

Dazai's eyes widened when he saw you, the one person who had managed to intruige him other than his deceased friend, standing in the office. The office where he was to work at, today onwards.

"Damsel!"

He said, pointing at you.

You scoffed at his choice of nickname.

"Ha! I knew your eye was fine!"

"Do you both know each other?"

Kunikida asked.

"Ofcourse they do. They met a long time ago, right, Dazai?"

Ranpk said, muching on his sweets. Ofcourse, he figured it out.

"Well, not that long ago for me."

You smiled.

Dazai had finally met you. He was elated.

"I'm glad we met again."

"Don't worry, eye-patch, we have a lot of time to catch up. ;)"

[bowdawn]

Can you do an Elucien one shot including the quote “get your grubby claws off my mate”? Pleeeease

hey anon! alright i got you! this is a continuation of this fic i've posted you don't have to read it to understand it, but if you wish for context, there it is.

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Her steps crushed the flowers of her garden, and yet Elain did not care at all. She was going to murder her little sister and her stupid mate who had no consideration for the lives of others, as long they were serving his purpose as High Lord.

Lucien had travelled for Spring Court again. He had told her on a rushed letter a couple days ago and he assured her - after she pounded and yelled at their bond senseless - that it was a routine trip, and he wasn't bearer of any ill news that could potentially set Tamlin off.

And of course nothing followed according to plans because her stupid brother-in-law was too much of a git when it came for being petty to the beast who was on command of Spring Court.

All would end now.

Elain marched inside the house, carrying dirty all over the place, making enough noise for Feyre to come rushing, baby Nyx almost dozing off in her arms.

Her sister gave her one look before widening her eyes. Usually Elain wouldn't dare to wake her nephew at any cost, but her rage fogged her mind.

"Call your stupid mate right now Feyre."

"Elain-"

"No. Shut up. Call that idiot right now." Feyre starred at her as Nyx mumbled cries started. Elain simply did not care.

She felt Rhysand's dark presence as soon as he winnow outside their home. She debated walking to him, but thought he would be more pissed going after them instead.

As he reached the dinning room his face and power were rumbling. Nyx was fussing officially and Feyre struggled to settle him.

A strange force also rumbled through Elain - and it chanted ancient. Rhysand didn't seem to notice, his eyes were glued at her. But she was ready, as soon as he stepped in her reach, her hand flew to his face.

The slap cracked on the room. Feyre gasped beside her, Nyx only cried louder. Elain didn't care as she pointed her fingers at Rhysand.

"You will take me right now to Spring Court." Rhysand growled at her and before he could react she slapped him again - harder. "You've sent my mate to deal with that unchecked High Lord. Lucien is hurt and you're going to take me there right now Rhysand. And you will not sent Lucien again to that place and I don't give a flying fuck if you're the High Lord of this fucking Court or not. Tamlin is Feyre's mess. She is the one who fucked his Court. So she deals with him, or your stupid inner circle. Lucien is out of the question."

"You can't order me Elain."

The hymn inside her exploded around her, Rhysand straighten his back only for a second. "Try me Rhysand. You forget I'm a Seer, Cauldron Blessed, and that my mate has connections. If I desire, I can end your reign. If I desire I can turn this Court into shambles for Nyx to inherit only dust. Do. Not. Dare. Me."

"You dare threaten me?"

"Rhysand, Elain..."

"No threat. Warning. I had made explicit Tamlin was not Lucien's problem anymore and you ignored me. So yeah, make your move and I will make mine."

Rhysand stared at her, whatever darkness he wanted to unfold on her contained. "Your mate is old enough to say no to me."

"We both know this is bullshit. You're bullshit. I mean it Rhysand, just dare me."

"Rhysand-" Feyre reached her hand and touched her mate's arm. He didn't break eye contact with Elain. "Elain said Lucien is hurt, we can have this conversation when everyone is save and calm."

"This is for you too Feyre. Fix your shit with Tamlin. But sending Lucien to Spring to contain him stops now."

Elain walked out of the house, message clear. She didn't have to tell Rhysand to follow her, he knew better. For her to act so aggressively, it meant Elain had had enough.

Her brother-in-law offered her no words as he grabbed - in fairness, gently - her wrist and they winnowed in Spring. Rhysand must have sensed Lucien's mind because they landed exactly where her mate stood.

Lucien sat on the ground, breathing heavily, his hand on top of a bleeding wound. Elain rushed forward, a mixture of distress and pure vile rage left her throat.

"What happened?" Her knees fell next to him and her hands shook as she wondered if she should touch him or not.

"You shouldn't be here Elain." Although injured, Lucien's voice was strong. A good sign, she thought. "He should have not been here."

"Rhysand is going to deal with Tamlin, aren't you Rhysand?" She didn't take her eyes of Lucien and still, she felt Rhysand's annoyance.

"Apparently." Was all he offered.

A roar echoed around them and Elain closed her eyes, finally turning to glare at her stupid brother-in-law. Lucien's free arm circled her waist, pulling her back behind him. A warm wind surrounding them.

It lasted only a second before a body tumbled on top of Lucien, sending her away and pining him to the ground.

The rage she felt before was nothing compared to seeing that beast attacking Lucien. Darkness surrounded them all, as Tamlin growled at Rhysand, Elain felt something click.

She stood up, and kicked Tamlin in his chest, sending him flying to the ground. The pulsing inside her had a rhythm, and Elain followed it's guidance.

Her fae body was stronger than she had guessed for the kick had been hard enough to turn Tamlin back to his male form. "Get your grubby claws off my mate."

Again, the ancient call surrounded around her and Tamlin pale expressed hardened. "Rhysand, take your subject out of my land and leave. I will consider an invasion next time."

As Rhysand made his way towards them, Elain spit on Tamlin. "If you so think of hurting Lucien again I will put a knife on your neck just as I did with Hybern." She had no idea that type of violence could exist within her - at least not again.

"You can't threat me." Tamlin was standing, but he didn't move. Lucien too had found his feet and stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder - more than fire glowing around them both.

"Try me Tamlin, I already bossed one High Lord today." She grabbed Lucien's hand, steadying him as much as herself, and without looking she grabbed Rhysand's arm.

Back at Velaris Elain said no words to either him or her sister. Her focus was fully on helping Lucien. Later she would have words with them again, no apologies though.

"Let's clean this mess." She guided him to the kitchen, making him sit on the chair while she cleaned his wound. It had been nasty but it was already mending - thanks to fae magic.

"I think if you kiss me it will heal at once." Lucien's words sounded joyful, pride layering it. Elain didn't need to check the bond to know Lucien had been quite pleased at seeing her claiming him like that.

"I'm too angry still Lucien, don't tempt me."

He chuckled, gently his fingers gripped her chin and they stared at each other's eyes for a moment.

"Let's leave Velaris." She whispered, finally voicing her wishes.

"Where do you wish to go?" He didn't ask her why, she counted that as a blessing.

"Anywhere, everywhere. Let's just go, I'm tired of all these games." She dropped her forehead on her mate chest and treasured the reassuring heart beating.

"Alright. Let's travel then. What do you think?" He kissed the crown of her head and Elain beamed at him.

"I think it is perfect. Can we go to the Continent? I always wanted to go there."

Lucien nuzzled his nose at her. "Let's see this world and more."

"Deal."

[bi-bard]

Picture Perfect - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader

Requested: by @isatkj

Word Count: 1,356 words

Warning(s): mentions of death, potential violence.

Summary: (Around Season 8 or 9-ish) The perfect town... that wasn't supposed to exist. Now, Sam and Dean have to figure out what caused this city to suddenly pop up on the map.

Author's Note: I took so much inspiration from season 14, episode 15 because of the general vibe of the whole episode.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third P.O.V--

Dean pulled the impala up to an open gas pump. While his brother got the gas, Sam opened the passenger door so he could go over the facts.

"So, there have been strange occurrences around a small town about three hours outside of Seattle, Washington," Sam relayed. "Insiders rarely come out and the outsiders that go in don't usually get back out."

"No one's making a huge deal about this," Dean asked.

"Well, it's supposed to be an old ghost town," Sam explained. "But it's not. Functioning stores and living families."

"So, something has got this town up and running but the people in it are... what performing sacrifices," Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam shrugged.

"How far out are we," Dean asked.

"A few more hours," Sam replied.

"Hold on boys," the brothers looked over to see Death standing in front of the car. "I have some information you need about this little town."

"And that is...," Sam asked after Death had trailed off.

"You shouldn't go in," the being replied. "The person running that town is incredibly dangerous. You'll be dead in moments. The residents won't let you get close enough to harm the child."

"The child," Dean noted.

"The child is raising the dead," Death continued. "This upsets the natural balance of things. The source must be removed."

"'The source' is a child," Sam argued. "You can't just kill a child."

"I can, and I will," Death just seemed to shrug.

"Do you know why this kid wants to bring people back," Dean asked. "Before you become an asshole and murder someone who hasn't even gotten to middle school?"

"Almost a year ago, the child lost both of their parents," Death explained. "That's when their powers first spiraled. It started with only their parents. It then spread, like a virus. Soon, a whole town was standing in a spot where there should be rubble."

"You're going to kill a kid that lost their family," Sam asked.

The brothers stared at Death in shock. Death seemed annoyingly unaffected. To him, this was the only way to put things back in order. To the boys, this was a clearly scared kid that went through the same pain that they did.

"You can't do this," Dean shook his head. "We won't let you."

"You don't have a choice-"

"Give us a chance," Sam snapped. "It's a kid. A scared kid. Give us a chance to talk to them. Just a chance."

"No."

"Come on!"

"I'll give you one chance," Death replied. "If you fail, I will finish the job."

As the word "job" was spoken, Death vanished from the boys' sight.

Sam and Dean jumped back into the impala and took off. What was supposed to be another three-hour drive was done in a little over two. Neither brother knew how they didn't get pulled over but they didn't care.

Dean pulled the car over to the curb.

"Woah," Dean mumbled as they got out.

It was the picture-perfect town. There was a small dinner, a library that was actually being used, cookie-cutter houses. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

Locals were looking at them as the brothers walked by.

"So, where do we find this kid," Dean asked.

"Well, look at the signs," Sam pointed at the businesses. Most of them had (Y/l/n) on their signs. "It's the most common name. If we can find that house, we can find the kid."

Everyone's house had little signs. It was very clear this town was designed by a child.

"Well, hello," a man walked up to the brothers.

"Hi," Dean said awkwardly.

"Can I ask why you boys have decided to visit our little town," the man asked.

The boys looked at each other for a moment.

"We were admiring the lovely houses," Sam lied. "We have been considering moving for a while and this town seems lovely."

"Well, there aren't any vacancies," the man replied.

"Oh, that's a shame," Sam shrugged. "Is there someone else we can talk to? A mayor or something? I don't want to insult you but maybe you missed something."

The man's smile dropped, "You can't go near them."

"Why," Dean asked.

"You'll hurt them," the man glared.

It was like that was a signal. All of the people on the street stopped, turning to stare at the brothers. The brothers looked all around them.

"We're not going to hurt them," Sam tried to explain. "We're trying to help."

"No," the man snapped. "You're trying to take us away."

When the man stepped forward, the brothers knew it was time to run. They sprinted down the street as almost a whole town chased them.

"Sam," Dean yelled, pointing at a house. "There, look at the sign!"

"(Y/l/n)'s house!" was written on the sign.

The brothers ran through the front door, locking it. No one banged on the door.

"They don't want to hurt (Y/n)," Sam said. "We should be safe here."

"Hello there," a man and woman walked out to see the brothers.

"The parents," Sam mumbled.

They looked up to the stairs when the floor creaked. There was a young kid standing up there.

"Hi, (Y/n)," Sam said softly, trying to keep from scaring the kid. "I'm Sam, this is my brother, Dean. We're here to help."

"Why," the kid asked. "I'm happy here. Everything was fixed."

"Do you know why," Sam asked. The child seemed confused at the idea that something caused this. "You brought them back, remember?"

"Don't," the dad said in anger. "You don't get to hurt (Y/n)."

"Sam," Dean mumbled.

One more shared look and the two took off. They ran up the stairs, the undead parents on their tails.

"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled, leading (Y/n) back into their room. Dean slammed the door, locking it and being ready to hold it shut.

"What are you doing," (Y/n) went to fight Sam, but obviously didn't get far.

"(Y/n)," Sam knelt down and grabbed (Y/n)'s shoulders. "You created this town. Your parents died and your powers went out of control. No one here is supposed to be alive."

"You're... You're lying," the child yelled, shaking her head. Dean leaned into the door when (Y/n)'s parents started banging on it.

"I know it's hard," Sam continued. "It's terrifying but you aren't going to be completely alone. Right now, you're putting yourself in danger. That's not good, is it?"

(Y/n) shook their head.

"I lost both my parents too," Sam said. "It's scary but you have to let these people go. They have to move on. I promise, they'll be much happier."

"I don't wanna be alone," the kid mumbled, tears falling down their face.

"You won't be," Sam promised. "Dean and I will make sure of that."

The banging stopped. Dean stood up straight again.

The cookie-cutter house faded. Instead of falling from the second floor like they should have, they were just on the ground by an old building, already crumbled and destroyed.

Sam pulled (Y/n) into a tight hug as the kid sobbed. Dean walked over to them. He and Sam shared a sad look. Sam slowly stood up, letting the kid hold his hand as they walked to the impala.

Death was waiting for them.

The brothers froze, Sam pushing (Y/n) behind him.

"Good job boys," Death complimented. "However, there's still a problem. The child doesn't have control over their powers."

"We can teach them," Dean argued. "We have enough experience with powers that we can help."

Death took a step forward.

Both the boys moved to be more in his way.

"Fine," Death stared at (Y/n), who was still hiding behind Sam. "I'll have my eye on you."

With that, Death disappeared again. (Y/n) stepped out from behind Sam.

"He's not very nice," the kid mumbled. The brothers couldn't help but chuckle. Understatement of the century.

"Come on, kid," Dean nodded toward the car. "Let's make sure we have a comfortable place for you to sleep for the night."

The boys didn't expect to leave the town with a kid but it definitely wasn't the weirdest hunt they had been on.

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Assuage: Chapter 17

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

Author’s Note: Enjoy this calm chapter before the storm comes lol 

A few days later, Yoongi was still at a total loss when it came to trying to figure out how to tell you the truth.

On one hand, he didn’t want to risk making you upset and ruining your relationship that had been going so well up to this point. Also, he didn’t know how you might end up reacting and he didn’t want to risk potentially being shunned from this pack too, especially after he had made himself at home and really began to feel welcomed.  

On the other hand though, Yoongi knew that you deserved to know and he knew that it would be best if you heard it from Yoongi’s own mouth. Plus, Yoongi knew that if the roles were reversed, he’d want to know if he had been sleeping next to someone who had associations with the person who murdered his parents. 

“Y/N-ah?” Yoongi called out, a soft smile coming on to his face when you stepped into your living room.

“Yeah?” You replied.

“Come here,” Yoongi said, holding his hand out towards you and you paced over to him, placing your hand in his and letting him pull you down so that you were sat on the couch next to him. “I have something that I need to tell you.”

“Ok,” you nodded. “Shoot.”

“It’s kind of hard for me to tell you this, but I know that I should tell you,” he began, pausing to take a deep breath in and out before continuing. “You have to understand though Y/N-ah, I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know what?” You wondered. “Is everything ok?”

“Kind of, but this is just something that you need to know,” he responded. Just as he opened his mouth to continue, there was a loud knock on your front door. 

“Ignore that,” you said as you gave Yoongi your full attention. 

“Someone’s out there though,” Yoongi huffed. 

“It’s just Jungkook,” you shrugged after taking a quick sniff of the air. “It’s probably nothing important.” Right after those words left your mouth, Jungkook’s knocks became harder and more frantic sounding. 

“It could be important though,” Yoongi pointed out. “Go check.”

“You sure?” You asked as you stood up from the couch. “You sounded like you really had something to say there.”

“It’s nothing that can’t wait,” he assured you. “I’m good, go.” Even though you weren’t completely convinced, you walked away from the couch and over to the front door, reaching out and pulling it open to reveal a frazzled looking Jungkook.

“Hey Kook,” you smiled.

“Hyorin’s in labor,” he blurted out in lieu of a proper greeting and your eyes widened. 

“Right now?” You checked. 

“Right now,” Jungkook echoed. “Joon hyung, Hobi hyung, and I were going over security measures and Jimin ran to tell us that she had gone into labor while they were hanging out. Joon hyung ran home to be with her and sent me to come get you.”

“I’m on my way there now,” you nodded. “You better go tell Tae because he’ll be pissed if no one told him.”

“Don’t I know it?” Jungkook chuckled. “I’m going home after this and I’ll tell him once I get there.” After saying goodbye to each other, Jungkook ran off and you shut the front door before jogging down the hallway into your bedroom. 

“What’s going on?” Yoongi wondered.

“Hyo’s in labor,” you shouted back, and Yoongi could hear the sound of you throwing stuff around. 

“That’s exciting,” Yoongi smiled as you walked back into the living room, a large black bag in your hand. 

“Thank God I had the sense of mind to restock this medical bag the other day, so that I don’t have to waste time running to the infirmary,” you sighed before looking over at Yoongi. “You coming?”

“I’m invited?” He shot back with a laugh. 

“Tae’s gonna be there and he’ll need the company while he waits because he won’t leave until the baby is born, I know it,” you giggled. 

“I guess I’ve been convinced,” Yoongi replied with a smile. 

By the time that the two of you pulled on your shoes and jackets, left your cabin, and made it over to Namjoon and Hyorin’s cabin, Taehyung was already there pacing back and forth on their front porch.

“Y/N-ah!” Taehyung exclaimed when he saw you walking up the steps. “We’re about to be an aunt and uncle!”

“I know Tae, I am the one who’s about to deliver the baby,” you pointed out with a smile. Before Taehyung could reply though, the front door swung open and Namjoon stuck his head outside.

“Thank God you’re here,” Namjoon sighed heavily. “She’s in so much pain Y/N-ah.”

“Just calm down, calm down. Now, how far apart are her contractions?” You asked as you stepped inside of the house and Yoongi and Taehyung didn’t hear Namjoon’s answer because he shut the front door again as soon as you had stepped inside. 

“I really wish I could at least be in the house,” Taehyung huffed as he sat down on one of the chairs that was placed on the porch, and Yoongi took the liberty of sitting down in the chair right next to his as well. 

“Your brother would tear you apart if you got too close to his vulnerable mate,” Yoongi told him. 

“Stupid Alpha hormones,” Taehyung spat, making Yoongi laugh. 

“Yeah, they are pretty stupid sometimes,” Yoongi agreed. A few minutes of silence then passed over them before Taehyung spoke up again.

“You know, it’s times like this when I really wish our parents were still here,” Taehyung muttered. 

“That’s completely normal Taehyung,” Yoongi assured him. “It’s a big day.”

“I’ve gotten really good at compartmentalizing them over the years and not thinking about them but it’s days like today that make it hard to do that. Especially when I know that they should be here,” Taehyung added. 

“It’s definitely easier not to think about them if that helps you get through the day, but maybe getting it out can help too,” Yoongi suggested. “How do you think they would react if they were here?”

“Mom would’ve been absolutely over the moon,” Taehyung chuckled. “She probably would’ve been right in there with them, helping to keep Hyo calm. Our mom was really good at that, keeping people calm and reassuring them.”

“That sounds like you,” Yoongi replied and Taehyung just shook his head slightly. 

“I could only hope to be like her someday, and like our father,” Taehyung whispered. “Dad would’ve been so proud, because he always wanted to see the family line continue on.”

“I think all fathers are like that,” Yoongi laughed. “I know mines used to say ‘I want at least three grandchildren out of you, Min Yoongi’,”

“You know, I think our dad would’ve liked you,” Taehyung said, which made Yoongi freeze. “You’re a lot like him.”

“He was Prime, right?”

“Yeah, and it definitely had it’s good and bad sides,” Taehyung joked. “But even forgetting that, you have similar traits. I think that’s why Y/N-ah likes you, but don’t tell her I said that because she’ll do nothing but deny it.”

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” Yoongi muttered, and he couldn’t help but to start to feel even worse for not telling you the truth yet. Hearing what Taehyung said only made Yoongi worry more about how you were going to react when you finally learned the truth. All Yoongi knew was that he needed to tell you soon, because the last thing that he wanted to do was hurt you more than you were already going to be.

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After an hour and a half of waiting, Taehyung and Yoongi were still sitting on the porch together.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Taehyung groaned loudly.

“Taehyung, she’s having a baby,” Yoongi laughed. “They don’t just pop out.”

“Thank God I can’t have kids myself, I wouldn’t have the patience,” Taehyung huffed.

“Or be able to handle the pain,” Yoongi added.

“That too,” Taehyung nodded. 

“Do you ever think about it?” Yoongi wondered. “Having a pup?”

“Of course I do,” Taehyung admitted. “Thankfully though, there are always female omegas who are willing to help couples like me and Kook have pups. I want at least two, one that’ll be half of Kook and one that’ll be half of me.”

“That’s good,” Yoongi smiled. 

“What about you hyung?” Taehyung flipped the question. “Do you want pups?”

“Are you asking me if I want pups in general, or specifically with your sister?” Yoongi questioned. 

“Whichever you feel like answering,” Taehyung smirked knowingly. Just as Yoongi opened his mouth to reply, the front door opened and you stepped out onto the porch.

“Y/N-ah!” Taehyung exclaimed as he hurriedly stood up and rushed over to you. “How’d it go?! Is Hyo ok?! Is the baby ok?! Did Joon hyung faint?! I knew he probably would!” 

“Tae, calm down,” you giggled as you reached out and set your hands on his shoulders. “Hyo is just fine, she did beautifully and no, Joon didn’t faint which actually surprised me. And the babies are fine, both of them.”

“B-both of them?” Taehyung gasp.

“Come and meet your nieces,” you smiled giddily. 

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“Ok, not to be biased or anything, but they are the cutest babies I’ve ever seen in my life,” Taehyung cooed as he held one of the girls in his arms. Hyorin and Namjoon were seated next to each other on their bed, Hyorin holding their other daughter in her arms. Yoongi hung back by the door in order not to get his scent too close to the babies since he wasn’t family, and you were shuffling around the room straightening things up from the delivery.

“You’re definitely biased, but you’re also not wrong,” Namjoon chuckled. “They’re gorgeous.”

“What are their names?” Yoongi asked. 

“The one that Tae is holding is the oldest and her name is Mi-ra, after their mom and the girls’ grandma,” Hyorin said as she looked over at Taehyung.

“And this little surprise,” Namjoon whispered as he reached over and let their daughter that Hyorin was holding grab onto his finger. “This is Sena, our youngest.”

“I can’t believe that you were having twins and didn’t tell anyone,” Taehyung huffed. 

“I didn’t know either,” Hyorin laughed. “I swear, I never felt more than one set of hands or feet moving around at a time throughout my pregnancy.”

“And I never saw more than one baby during the ultrasounds,” you spoke up. “The youngest one was hiding behind her sister the entire pregnancy.”

“Imagine how freaked out we were when Y/N delivered Mi-ra and then said that there was another baby,” Namjoon sighed.

“I was just pissed that I had to keep pushing,” Hyorin joked, making everyone laugh. 

“I guess we’re gonna have to get started on another crib for you guys then,” Yoongi smiled and Hyorin nodded thankfully at him. 

“If you could,” she grinned bashfully. 

“Hey Y/N-ah,” Namjoon called out to you, making you stop and look at him. “Did you bring the stuff to do the test?”

“What test?” Taehyung questioned. 

“Some Beta doctors in Seoul have been working on testing that would help predict someone’s subgender before they present,” you explained. “Kind of like how an ultrasound reveals their primary gender.”

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” Yoongi said.

“It’s a new thing,” you smiled at him. “It’s only been developed within the last few years and it’s only been shown to be about 78%, 79% accurate.”

“Joon and I thought it might be fun just to see,” Hyorin shrugged. 

“I can still do it,” you told her. “I have the liquids here with me.” Namjoon and Hyorin looked at each other for a few seconds before they both turned and nodded their heads at you. Moving over to your bag, you took out a small bottle of liquid and a dropper before stepping over to where Taehyung was holding Mi-ra. 

“How does it work?” Taehyung wondered as you unscrewed the cap on the bottle and then stuck the dropper inside, sucking up some of the liquid before removing it.

“I just place a small amount on her scent gland and whatever color the liquid turns corresponds to what her subgender might be,” you said as you gently took a hold of Mi-ra’s hand, turning it over so that her little wrist was facing upwards before squeezing a tiny dot onto her skin. The clear liquid seemed to melt onto her skin before turning a dark brown color.

“Probably an Alpha,” you announced. “Typical of first borns in this family.”

“Wow,” Namjoon murmured excitedly. You then moved over to the bed where Hyorin had already pried Sena’s hand away from Namjoon’s and turned her wrist over for you. You followed the same steps, letting a small amount of the liquid drop onto her wrist and you were shocked when you saw the color turn white. 

“What?” Hyorin prompted you when she saw your reaction.

“She’s probably a Beta,” you chuckled in disbelief. 

“Seriously?” Taehyung gasped loudly. “That’s so fucking cool!”

“Tae, calm down,” Namjoon chastised him with a smile. “The test isn’t 100% accurate.”

“Joon’s right,” you nodded. “The test could be wrong and it also doesn’t tell us if one or the both of them are Prime or not, which is a good possibility given our family line. The only way we’ll know for sure is when they’re old enough to present.”

“But still, it’ll be so cool not being the only Beta anymore,” Taehyung squealed. 

“A hidden twin and will probably end up being the first Beta in the pack in years,” Yoongi summed up. “Seems like little Sena has a lot to live up to.”

“That she does,” Hyorin cooed as she looked down at Sena, who was yawning widely now. “Our extra little miracle.”

Suddenly, there was a loud clang that sounded like the front door and before you knew it, Hobi was poking his head into the bedroom.

“Hey, get out,” you moved over to shoo him away. “The babies are still too new for you to bring your scent around them.”

“Babies? As in more than one?” Hobi gasped before shaking his head and looking past you to Namjoon. “Regardless, it’s an emergency.” 

“Whatever it is can wait a day or two,” Namjoon told him. “My children were just born Seok-ah, so I’m sure Tae or Y/N can handle things in the meantime.”

“I do recognize that but I also hope that you realize that I wouldn’t have even come here if it weren’t vitally important,” Hobi pointed out. 

“Joon,” Hyorin spoke up, making him look over at her. “Go ahead.”

“But you and the babies.”

“We’re fine,” Hyorin said. “Y/N-ah is here for me just in case, I got Sena, and I doubt Tae is gonna let go of Mi-ra anytime soon.”

“Got that right,” Taehyung confirmed. 

“Go,” she repeated. After hesitating for a few more seconds, Namjoon got up off of the bed and walked over to the door where you, Hobi, and Yoongi were standing. 

“What’s going on?”

“Seo-hyun’s pack just breached our territory and they’re headed this way,” Hobi revealed, making yours, Namjoon’s, and Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Now.”

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all in²

pairing: special agent ! lee felix x medical examiner ! reader

genre: f for fluff and felix

warnings: mentions of dead bodies and a ghost.. or a murderer... or a ghost murderer

welcome back to skz criminal investigation division !!

today

i’d like to introduce you to special agent lee felix yongbok ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

he’s one of the two agents with the prettiest long blond hair in the division in the whole wide world

also has the prettiest !! freckles !! that looks like stardust sprinkled all over his cheeks

to conclude: felix looks like a tiny ball of sunshine,

especially when he smiles ,,

BUT he can kick ass real hard ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

very good with weapons and combat in general

he also has the deepest voice which comes in handy during interrogations

“stand up and show your skills you know the drill”

+12983742 points for intimidation >:

don’t u worry though

bc he’s nothing but a cuddle bug and the sweetest ball of fluff to his loved ones ‧⁺✧(⁙´ワ`⁙)⁺

and that will include u

ESPECIALLY u

but first ! u’ll have to meet him

so u, my precious reader, are the new medical examiner in the office yay!!!

it has only been a week since u started ur new job and u’re still trying to adjust

but thankfully u have seungmin, the senior medical examiner and also ur new partner, who has been so so helpful and friendly

u’ve been so busy during ur first week with work and all the transfer administrations that u haven’t got the chance to formally meet everyone

so far u’ve only met, well, seungmin

and the unit chief, bang chan, who is very friendly too

but one day !!

an unfamiliar face showed up at the medical examiner’s office |ω・)

GUESS WHO

i’m going to give u a clue

long blond hair, prettiest freckles, and a BLINDING smile

YES

FELIX (♡ > ◡ < )

he came to ur office to fetch a report from seungmin

and that’s when he saw u for the first time

u were bagging up a few articles of clothing to send to forensics

felix never thought anyone could make a lab coat look so pretty

but THERE U WERE LOOKING LIKE AN ANGEL

u: exist

felix’s lovestruck braincells: (⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ ｡ ᵒ̴̶̷⸝⸝⸝)(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ ｡ ᵒ̴̶̷⸝⸝⸝)(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ ｡ ᵒ̴̶̷⸝⸝⸝)

cue: felix embarrassing himself in front of u

“hi, i’m here to r-report”

?????????

u are ??????(・ ・ ? confused

bc the most beautiful person u’ve ever seen just popped out of nowhere and says he’s here to report?

what does he even have to reportksljflkasdf

“hi! uhm i’m sorry, report what?”

“the medical report….?”

????????????????what????????

“OHH u mean u’re here for the medical report? hold on”

……

out of his entire lifetime

his brain choses to be dysfunctional right there in front of u

felix, deep down inside: i want to. (」｡≧□≦)」 D I S SIPATE. (」｡≧□≦)」

“oh right y-yeah, for the burn victim”

u hand him a copy of the report u had prepared and walked him through some of the findings

“we found something in the victim’s ear but i think we haven’t heard back from the lab-“

“hey yn they ran out of the cookies u wanted- oh! (｡･o･｡)ﾉ hey felix!”

“h-hi seungmin”

seungmin looks at him weirdly bc ??? what was that

who is this and what have they done with felix, his giggly cuddlebug of a friend

ANYWAYS

after u finished going through everything, felix said thank u and bolted out of ur office so quick

chan: “u okay there, buddy? u look.. uh”

“……that’s exactly how i feel too”

since then on

he never stops thinking about u

also keeps reminding himself of how embarrassing he was and gets sad over it again • ʖ̯ • )

not that he knows but !! u keep thinking of him too

u’re a little sad that all u know about him is that his name is felix (he didn’t even tell u himself :c ) and that he’s one of the special agents in chan’s division

but u two don’t see each other again after that for awhile

the next time u saw him was when u got back to ur office after lunch break

felix was fetching another report from seungmin

and he was all smiley and giggly (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* with seungmin but the moment u walked into the room

he just smiles awkwardly at u and rushes out

u figured that he’s uncomfortable whenever u’re around

:(

and it was like that for a very long time

he’d come in with chan sometimes for the reports

and he’d be like buddy-buddy with seungmin but whenever u’re there he’s just hhshdfhshfgotta go

u wanted to be his friend too because he looks so lovely to be around :(

little did u know that he’s just shy because he likes u like A LOT and his brain just short circuits whenever u’re within his eyesight :(

u got felix going dumb da da dumb (sorry)

but stop being sad bc

here comes !! the twist to the plot !! (｡✧ᴗ✧｡)

one day

u were working late and we’re talking like LATE late because

(1) seungmin was out of office for a hearing, and

(2) suddenly 4 new bodies came into the office in a span of 2 hours?!@?!?!@# and u were currently in the brink of breaking down ；—；

but seungmin didn’t raise no quitter

with the power of coffee and anime by ur side, u started working through the bodies one by one

it’s a little past midnight now and u were quite sure the last light outside ur office turned off a couple hours ago and

u see

u could just leave and have seungmin work at it in the morning

but the caffeine in ur bloodstream said u wouldn’t be able to sleep once u get home anyway so

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و back to work (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

u were scraping something from the last victim’s nails when suddenly ??? the lights went off

ok let’s be real

u are ⁿᵒᵗ afraid

u work with dead bodies every. day. but it’s god knows what o’clock in the morning AND NOW it’s pitch black and u just hhhhSHDFHS

ur hand went into ur pocket to fish out ur phone but then u remembered that u left it to charge on ur table AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM

reader u dummy

u didn’t know how long u froze in that same spot bc ???u’re kinda afraid and u couldn’t see anything

but suddenly u heard the sound of glass shattering and someone’s groan and u thought

this is it this is ur END

seungmin is going to walk into this office tomorrow and find 5 bodies instead of 4

u crouched as a horrible attempt to hide from the ghost……….. or potential murderer…………. honestly u don’t know which one’s better (maybe bc the answer is NOT BOTH??!)

u were internally cursing about how u could’ve had a scalpel in hand for self protection but instead all u had with u was a goddamn TOOTHPICK when u felt something? or someone?touch ur shoulder

“hey-“

“p leasedon’t kill me i’m new here i really don’t know anything pleaseiwon’t sayanything to anyone”

“YN IT’S ME”

“THEY EVEN KNOW MY NAME ALREADYSDKFJSK I REALLY DON’T WANT TO D-“ Σ(ﾟДﾟ；≡；ﾟдﾟ)

“i’m not here to kill usdfskdfjs it’s me!! felix”

,,,,,,,,

felix? (･Θ･)

well

that was

,,,,,,,,embarrassing

“w-what are u doing here?”

“the electricity got cut off and i heard hyunjin say u’re working late and probably still down here so… (´ . .̫ . `) i came here to check on u”

u could barely make out his face in the dark but he was close enough u could see him smiling at u

the two of u just stayed there crouching on the ground and u were just about to say something when suddenly the lights flickered on again

( 〃．．) ohsldkfjs he’s so close and if he keeps smiling that lovely u swear u’ll combust

“are u gonna go home yet?”

“i-i’m not done yet”

“oh ! i’ll wait for u”

“WHAT no it’s late go home”

!!!!

“exactly! it’s late!! i’m not letting u go home at 3 in the morning by urself”

so u quickly finish and when u’re done u found felix nearly dozing off on ur table </3

how can a person be so CUTE ◕︿◕

he walked u home and offered u his jacket along the way

(wouldn’t take no for an answer)

it was a little awkward bc the two of u are just very very Shy

but u enjoyed his company

when u finally arrived at ur apartment,

the two of u just stood there for a little while, u fiddling with ur bag and him with his earring

“i-“ “hey-“

“sorry, u go first”

“i apologize for scaring u earlier…. whenever we meet i just always embarrass myself”

he mumbled the second half of his sentence and ur sleep-deprived brain couldn’t make out what he said but !! he looked so disappointed (っ◞‸◟c)

so u gave him a tiny hug

“no, thank you for checking up on me earlier and for walking me home”

:o

felix was bright red

shy shy felix shy

“no worries..” ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ ⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ “i guess.. i uh- i’ll get going, yeah? see u tomorrow?”

“see u tomorrow, be safe”

felix waited until u went inside and then let out a giggle

u hugged him

this is the BEST day of his life

it doesn't even matter if his house is on the other side of the city

he’d walk u home every day if it means u would hug him again

bonus:

“thanks for walking me home again” (⌒⌣⌒ )

lix looked like he was about to ask u something

but all he could say is his usual “no worries”

u see

felix has been meaning to ask u for ur number for a WEEK now but he just couldn’t seem to get the words out of his head >:

he was just about to chicken out once again when u fished out ur phone and gave it to him

“u know… i’d say text me when u get home but i don’t have ur number”

smooth reader very smooth (＾⌒＾*)

he thanked the heavens he didn’t drop ur phone when typing in his number because boy was he SHAKING

the two of u stayed up all night texting and neither could stop smiling that day

[makeste]

in which Deku is a horcrux.

okay, so! here’s another post on this, because I feel like nobody is talking about it?? and like hey, I get it, because there was A Lot!! going on in this chapter! but you guys. like yeah, Tomura’s hair is pretty; and yeah, AFO kept Nana’s severed hand around for shits and giggles maybe; and yeah, Ujiko attempted to murder and abduct the child!Aizawa and then whined to Present Mic about having to settle for Shirakumo instead (which!!!!! YEAH, THAT’S. ....); and all of that is Some Shit!!

but also, guys. can we talk about how Deku has a fucking psychic link to AFO, though.

like hey, remember this?

the timing of which coincided with this?

yeah. and now we have this!!

coinciding with this!

so yeah. let’s break this all down really quick.

okay so here’s the theory in a nutshell.

1. AFO steals a power-stockpiling quirk from some hapless nobody, probably around 200 years ago. he doesn’t know it’s a power-stockpiling quirk, though. he thinks it’s a strength quirk. hence why he’s surprised to discover that it doesn’t seem to be working after he takes it! since quirks are still relatively new at this time, there’s a lot that people still don’t understand about them, and so he doesn’t realize he’s actually dealing with what Monoma would call a “blank.”

so what AFO thought was a strength quirk turned out to be useless for him, because he only copied the bare-bones essence of the quirk and not the accumulated power. disappointing, but not the end of the world. except that he’s about to go and make it a whole lot worse for himself.

2. so he decides to give this “useless” quirk to his quirkless younger brother as a means of getting him to submit! except that this backfires. because of this curious fact about OFA/AFO:

  basically, the accumulated power of OFA can’t be taken by force (as Monoma discovered). but it can be transferred if the holder gives it to someone willingly. which, oh hey guess what, AFO actually did.

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3. so basically, AFO had this power-stockpiling quirk sitting inside of him, stockpiling his power, until he willingly gave it up to his younger brother, and by doing so transferred a part of his own power into his brother as well. and these two powers which he transferred -- All for One, and the power-stocker -- combined to form what we think of as “One for All.” a quirk which stockpiles power and can be transferred from person to person (just as AFO can transfer quirks to other people at will).

4. and last but not least, we now know that’s not all that gets transferred from person to person.

so yeah. (: catch my meaning now?

so basically OFA is and has always been a duplicate of AFO. but unlike the quirk Tomura now bears, this version of AFO was transferred unintentionally. the results, however, are more or less the same! Deku now bears a piece of AFO’s soul inside of him much like Tomura now appears to. this is the only explanation that I can see for why he’s able to sense the awakening of Tomura 2.0 AFO’S Revenge as it’s happening, even though he’s miles away. the part of AFO that resides in him is still linked to the original quirk. just like AFO is linked to Tomura. because yeah lol I’m pretty sure he is you guys.

(: (: (:

so what are the implications of this? well for starters, it looks to me like Deku, AFO, and Tomura all have some connection to each other’s minds. the extent of this is still unknown, so like this doesn’t necessarily mean Deku is going to start making random appearances in Tomura’s mental landscape a la Kylo Ren, or vice versa. or that AFO can spy on the good guys by peering into Deku’s mind. but there is definitely some kind of psychic bond there which is going to be important, mark my words. hell, it already is becoming important; Deku being aware of Tomura’s resurgence is going to have a huge ripple effect on the events of the upcoming chapters. particularly if he, Shouto, and Katsuki end up leaving their assigned posts and running off to help Aizawa, Endeavor, and the rest. there are tons of potential plot implications for this moving forward.

then there’s also the as-yet-unknown depths of the link that’s now present between AFO and Tomura. I’m of the opinion that this is a part of AFO’s soul that’s now residing within Tomura, just as pieces of the Vestiges’ souls are currently chilling out within Deku. I don’t think AFO would have willingly given his power to Tomura unless he had some way of ensuring that he himself would live on in some way. AFO is the antithesis of everything All Might and Deku and OFA represent; if OFA symbolizes selflessness and sacrifice and many souls working together toward a common goal, then AFO represents egoism and greed and the sacrificing of many to benefit only one. OFA is give; AFO is take. AFO has no regard for others. he cares only about himself.

so for AFO to take a page from OFA’s book and decide to pass on his strength to another strikes me as a very uncharacteristic decision on his part. sure, he still gets his revenge, but what’s the point if he’s not around to see it? is he even capable of that kind of thinking? of understanding the concept of living on through someone else? and then there’s the fact that he started raising Tomura as his successor years before he suffered his injury at the hands of All Might. so was he planning this even back then? if so, one has to think there was more to it than him simply giving up his quirk in order to allow Tomura to succeed where he never could. I just don’t feel like it’s the kind of thing he would ever do unless he would somehow be able to bask in that moment himself when it finally came. he just doesn’t do things unless they benefit him directly. I don’t feel like the mere knowledge that Tomura would carry on his mission while he rots away in a jail cell would be enough. not for him; not for someone whose entire character is built around selfishness and greed and an unbridled thirst to make everything his.

but if he gets to somehow live on as part of Tomura, though. through his quirk. if it really is like a horcrux, where that piece of his soul has the capability to continue living on even if the original is destroyed. now, that. that would change everything. because that means he can still be the one in control. he can pull Tomura’s strings from within the shadows of his mind. he can see for himself the look on All Might’s face when he’s killed by the grandson of the woman he thought of as his own mother. he can continue to live on, to rule over everything, to be the lord of evil. so yeah. again, I feel like this is the only thing that would actually make sense, given the kind of person that he is.

anyways, so! lots to think about. and lots of questions remaining to be answered! is AFO aware of the connection he has with All Might’s successor as well as his own? (if so, that’s a huge and very dangerous powder keg which could potentially go off at any moment.) will Tomura, who much like Zuko in a:tla is now caught between two conflicting legacies -- that of the monstrous man who raised him, and that of his grandmother’s blood which runs through him -- prove to be less of a willing puppet than AFO anticipated? particularly if this implied new connection with Deku -- someone who is the complete opposite of AFO in many ways and whose influence would be so starkly unlike any other that Tomura has had in his life since his family died -- ends up panning out in ways AFO did not foresee? and of course, the biggest question of all, “is this theory really true to begin with, or is this all just a giant reach based on inconclusive evidence which we don’t fully understand yet?”

and maybe! lol. but like I said, whatever the actual truth ends up being, I didn’t see much discussion going on about the implications of this strange “he’s coming!” moment. and gosh darn it, I want to know more about this, and I want to know now.