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iwritefandomimagines · 9 months ago

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NOT MY FIRST RODEO — COOPER HOWARD/THE GHOUL

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part two | part three [coming soon]

pairing: cooper howard/the ghoul x reader, mentions of john hancock x reader hehe

description: the tension between you and cooper had been palpable for ages, and he was beginning to struggle to deny his attachment to you — despite his reluctance. he’s certain you’d never really be interested in him like that, until he finds out he’s not the first ghoul to enjoy your company.

warnings: swearing, jealous!coop, sexual references/implied smut, angst, making out, mentions of drug taking

author’s note: writers block was POOF! gone the minute i rewatched fallout last week & restarted fallout 4. hancock will always be my bf so i couldn’t help myself from mentioning him. let me know if u want a part two with actual smut! i only left it out because i don’t really usually write smut on this blog haha.

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Cooper Howard and John Hancock were by no means what you’d call friends.

However, as much as it pained him to admit it, the former knew that the latter was — by the standards of many — a good man who’d do the right thing to help others when needed.

That was why, however begrudgingly, he’d suggested that you spend the last few hours of today’s daylight making the short trip to Goodneighbor to stay ‘for a while’.

It was clear that an intense few days, hunting a difficult son of a bitch of a bounty, had very much tested your limits.

He told himself that, given the amount of caps that said son of a bitch had earned you, you could afford a couple of days laying low in Goodneighbor before picking up another job.

Well there was that and the fact that much to his dismay, in the short time you’d been accompanying him on the road he’d found himself irritatingly attached to you.

When he’d first stumbled upon you while collecting a bounty you’d failed to deliver on yourself, you’d enthusiastically offered your companionship and he’d fervently denied it.

You knew he doubted you’d be any use based on your circumstances when you met, but despite your reassurances that it was just because he was the notorious fucking ghoul that everyone went on about and he had simply beaten you to it, he dismissed you with a “not a chance, sweetheart,” and went on his way.

But when he kept bumping into you in the following days, he’d given in and afforded you the luxury of helping him out on this one job — allowing himself the comfort of the excuse that if he really needed, he could trade you for caps and say goodbye to the pretty girl so oddly desperate to be at his side.

You’d driven him crazy at first — full of questions and curiosity, never refraining from voicing what was on your mind.

The way you watched him so carefully, all doe-eyed and attentive, had initially just pissed him off. But in the weeks that followed this had mellowed, and he’d found himself almost grateful to have someone so comfortable around him.

He’d never admit that though.

You’d just been much more skilled in combat than he had expected. That’s why he told himself he kept you around.

He totally just figured that it couldn’t hurt to have someone close by who can handle themselves and is willing to take just a tiny stake of a bounty (on your part, you figured there was no need to take more — he basically spent his share with you anyway).

You, on the other hand, didn’t want to admit that you had been lonely and desperate and missing the life you’d previously been so comfortable in when Cooper walked — well, stormed, into your life.

He might not ever have intended to (in fact — if he’d known, he’d probably never have let you get so close) but upon gradually letting you into his life he’d nestled his way into the empty little nook left behind in your heart.

“Why did you hesitate when I said Goodneighbor?”

Oh yeah, there was that.

When you’d left Goodneighbor all those months ago, you’d left with a broken heart and a head full of hazy memories of the happiness that the place had once brought you.

“I didn’t hesitate.”

“You sure as shit did, and even you know you’re a damn bad liar,” the Ghoul scoffed, pausing his pacing and turning to look you in the eye, “What does a pretty little thing like you know about Goodneighbor?”

You folded your arms over your chest, shaking your head at him as his steely eyes bore into yours, “Nothing. Just odd you’re suddenly so eager to go hide away somewhere when you’ve called me all sorts’a names any time I’ve asked for even a short rest break.”

“You’re full’a shit,” his hand flew instinctively to the shotgun at his hip before he released a deep sigh and relaxed it, “So I’m gonna ask you one more time. What do you know about Goodneighbor?”

You pondered for a moment whether or not to keep lying to him — he didn’t know much of your full past beyond the fact that you’d been a vault dweller a long time ago and been fighting for a living since.

You’d settled briefly in a number of places, though, and he’d heard too many stories about times you’d left settlements for various reasons to believe that you’d be too scared to return anywhere with him at your side.

Especially not somewhere like Goodneighbor.

“I—was living there for a while,” you shrugged, avoiding his gaze again now, “Didn’t like it.”

The Ghoul laughed humourlessly at that, “C’mon sweetheart, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“I didn’t feel—look there’s just someone I don’t really want to see round there, okay?” your eyes didn’t leave the floor as he took a step closer to you, heavy breaths almost taunting further information from you.

“And who might that be?”

You looked up at him for just a second before eyeing the dust below your feet again, “I was, well, I lived there quite a while. I was—seeing, well, romantically— uh, there was—,”

“Spit it out, sunshine.”

Sunshine.

You’d not been called that since the day you left Goodneighbor the last time, and you cursed yourself for physically recoiling at the sound of it.

“Well I’ll be fuckin’ damned. You got a thing for ghouls, huh?” the wicked grin on his face set your stomach alight with a combination of emotions, “Didn’t peg a pretty little thing like you as the type. That why you spent so long beggin’ me to take you with me? Little vaultie princess desperate for another ghoul to defile her?”

You were crimson red now.

You didn’t know how to react, startled by the fact that he knew who you meant based upon your reaction to the term.

Hancock had always been charismatic and flirtatious though — it was no wonder Cooper had heard him use the phrase before.

You were almost angry, immensely embarrassed and yet, at the same time, a little aroused by even his insinuation that he knew that you wanted him in that way.

You’d found him attractive almost immediately and yeah, maybe he was right and you did seem to have a thing for ghouls.

But you sure as hell weren’t going to let him stand there and make you feel embarrassed right now.

“That’s not it, it’s not some kind of—like—,”

“Hancock got bored of ya and you latched onto the next irradiated motherfucker you came across?” he spat, “Bet you regret it now you know that I sure as shit ain’t nothin’ like your precious old mayor.”

Somewhere in the harshness of his tone you were sure you could detect a hint of jealousy at the root of his mocking.

You sighed defeatedly, “I wasn’t looking for some kind of fucking replacement when I met you, if that’s what you’re insinuating. I just— you just— well— Whatever, it’s hardly like you’ve made any suggestion you’d want me if I made a move on you anyway.”

His eyes seemed impossibly dark now, narrowed on you as his finger reached up to tilt your chin upwards towards him, “Is that right, sweetheart?”

Your legs were like jelly beneath you, a jolt of lightning in your veins at his touch.

“Sure, you flirt with me, but you’re so damn up ‘n’ down sometimes that I don’t know if it means anything,” you shrugged, skin tingling as his fingers lingered beneath your chin, “If I was lookin’ to replace John, it would’ve taken more than you being a ghoul for that.”

If he still had eyebrows, they’d have been raised now, his eyes rolling, “Right, nobody comes close to Mr. Righteous Mayor.”

His breath fanned over your face, his eyes returning to stare into yours as if looking for a reaction he knew you wouldn’t want to give him.

But you were all riled up now — so he was going to get one.

“What, is this a pity party? You want me to tell you he’s not all that? That I’m better off now I’ve found you? Oh Coop… I want you, I need you, you’re better than him. Only ghoul for me,” you mocked, pressing your hand to your forehead in feigned fawning before snapping back to seriousness, as he watched you frustratedly.

“Like I said, you weren’t a replacement. I wanted company and somewhere along the way I’ve been fuckin’ stupid enough to like your company more than I should,” you huffed, “You don’t have to pretend you want more than this flirty-but-I-hate-you-a-little arrangement ‘cos you’re jealous knowing I’ve had much, much more than that with someone else— and another ghoul at that.”

A growl left his throat at your words, his hand meeting your waist and pushing you forward so that your back was pressed against the wall.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game here, sweetheart,” he warned, “And it’s one you won’t win.”

Your head fell back in frustration and met the wall with a small thud as his other hand pressed firmly against the wall beside it.

“You think I feel inadequate or something?” he snarled, and for a moment you weren’t sure if the question was rhetorical.

“How the fuck should I know? It’s hardly like you let me know how you’re feeling ever,” you sighed, your mind growing increasingly cloudy at your close proximity and his hand still on your waist, “That’s all I meant about John. It’s nice to know someone wants you… Hell, it’s even nice to be told when they don’t no more just as long as you’re being told.”

He was baring his teeth in a snarl still, but his lips began curling back up into a smirk, “You think I don’t want ya? Think I haven’t thought about it when you’re at my side like a fuckin’ dog on a leash looking at me all doe eyed an’ fuckable?”

Your cheeks couldn’t have been more flushed, and you knew he could feel the way your thighs clenched together at his words.

“Then why haven’t you done anything about it?” your response was a breathy whisper, the hairs on your neck pricking up and your heart thumping hard against your ribcage.

“Oh that’s a whole can of worms you don’t want opened, sweetheart,” he licked his lips, “Sweet little thing like you shouldn’t be with someone like me. But looks like I ain’t gotta worry about that, huh? Hancock’s already spoiled ya.”

You broke his intense gaze for a moment, eyes finding the floor as your teeth grazed your lips shyly at the weight of his words.

You couldn’t help the feeling that swelled in your chest at the lingering jealousy, and hearing him talk about wanting you as badly as you’d wanted him all this time gave you the confidence to push it.

“Oh he spoiled me good, you’re right,” you shrugged antagonistically, trying to quell the pain that still sat in your chest — albeit pain that took up much less space now that you’d found Cooper.

He scoffed, “That’s fightin’ talk for someone who don’t wanna see him again, darlin’.”

“Yeah well, he made me the happiest I’d been in the Wasteland since I left the vault and then tossed me aside ‘cause he got it in his head that I didn’t actually wanna be with him, like I must’ve been using him for his power and couldn’t really love him ‘cause he’s a fuckin’ ghoul — as if I didn’t know that when we met,” you grunted, “That’s all the fuckin’ chems for ya.”

Cooper leaned in closer to you now, “Well he’s a fuckin’ bigger idiot than I already thought he was, giving up you when he had ya all to himself like that.”

“Figure he doesn’t care. Might as well be married to Goodneighbor anyway.”

There was silence between you for a moment, nothing but heaved breaths and heavy eye contact as you pieced together what to do next.

You watched Cooper’s eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment, and could almost see the conflict behind them as he battled the urge to kiss you.

“I don’t wanna see him, but I don’t still want him, if that’s what’s stopping you,” you gulped, “In case it’s not loud and clear, I want you. Just didn’t wanna see him without any confirmation you aren’t gonna rock up there and declare me as some kinda fuckin’ pet and humiliate me even more than he did.”

“Enough talk about him,” Cooper growled, one hand pulling your face to his by the jaw, “If he don’t realise what he’s missin’, I definitely fuckin’ do.”

Finally, he kissed you.

Your hands flew around his neck, lips meeting his with equal fiery passion and pure need.

His one hand still remained cupping your jaw, whilst the other explored the waistband of your trousers earnestly, thumbing at your hipbone.

Finally, after all of these weeks of pining and sexual tension, Cooper Howard was giving you exactly what you needed — and all thoughts of John Hancock melted away.

You found yourself pulling him as close as physically possible, allowing him to press you against the wall as he stole your breath with the intensity of the kiss.

“Mightn’t be your first rodeo, sugar,” his lips pressed just behind your ear as he spoke, “But I’m sure as shit gonna make it feel like it is.”

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eeeee please lmk if you’d like a part two with smut. or just a part two where they eventually go to goodneighbor. please feel free to request more coop or some hancock, and be warned there are more coop x hancock’s gf/ex!reader fics in the drafts because i can’t stop myself!!!!

in the meantime — here’s my masterlist.

#john hancock x reader #john hancock #fallout 4 #john hancock imagine #john hancock x sole survivor #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #fallout tv series #fallout hancock #fallout ghoul

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obeymeshallwedateaddict · 3 months ago

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heyyy!! HEAR ME OUT 🆘🆘 yk how kids spell santa wrong sometimes and they write satan. since christmas is coming wouldnt it be funny if satan got letters from human children??

Hiii. I'm absolutely obsessed over your request and I guess we're starting off the Christmas season in November? Anyway. I hope you enjoy this one.

Summary: Satan receiving letters addressed to him instead of Santa and dealing with them.

There isn't an MC in this story. (Forgot to add them) So we'll pretend this was before the exchange program

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Santa-Satan?

Satan was having a peaceful afternoon in the living room, a rare moment of tranquility in the House of Lamentation. He sipped his tea and flipped a page of his latest novel when suddenly, with a poof, a small mountain of envelopes materialized on the coffee table.

Satan stared at the pile. "What is this? Who dares disrupt my reading?" He picked up one of the letters and squinted at the messy handwriting on the front:

"Dear Satan..."

His brow twitched. "Oh, no. Not again."

Lucifer strolled into the room, holding a cup of coffee. He took one look at the stack of letters and smirked. "Ah, the annual Santa-Satan debacle. Always a highlight of the season."

Satan slammed the letter on the desk. "This isn't funny, Lucifer! Why are human children incapable of spelling? Or using spell-check!" He held up an envelope. "This one just says, 'Dear Satan, I want a pony. Love, Jessica.' Do I look like someone who hands out ponies?!"

Lucifer arched a brow. "Well, you do have a soft spot for cats. Ponies aren’t much of a stretch."

Mammon burst in, munching on a cookie. "Oi, what's all the yellin' about? Ohhh, are those Christmas letters?!" He grabbed a random letter and read it aloud:

"Dear Satan, I've been VERY good this year. Can you please bring me a PS5 and a puppy? Thank you!"

Mammon snorted. "Heh, maybe you should deliver a PS5, Satan. It’d make you less cranky."

Satan glared. "Oh sure, Mammon. Let me just conjure a PlayStation out of thin air and hand-deliver it to this... Timmy." He sighed dramatically. "As if my reputation isn't tarnished enough, now children think I'm a knock-off Santa."

Leviathan poked his head into the room. "Wait, is this about the time you accidentally sent a hellhound to a kid instead of a golden retriever? That was classic!"

Satan groaned. "How was I supposed to know the summoning circle would work on a child’s drawing?!"

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The letters soon became a family affair. Asmodeus had gathered a few to read, giggling over the cute handwriting. "Aw, this one says, 'Dear Satan, I want my big brother to stop being mean to me.' Isn’t that just precious?"

Mammon: "I think pretty much all of us want that don't we?"

Lucifer, giving Mammon the death stare while sipping from his cup: "What did you say, Mammon?"

Mammon mumbling: "Nothin"

Beelzebub, halfway through a pie, mumbled, "If they ask for food, I can help."

Belphegor yawned. "Why don’t you just ignore them? They’ll figure it out eventually."

Satan stormed in, clutching another letter. "This one asked me to make it snow on Christmas! Do they think I’m some sort of weather deity?! AND WHY IS THERE GLITTER IN THESE ENVELOPES?" He shook his hand, scattering sparkles everywhere.

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Eventually, the brothers decided to "help" Satan deal with the letters.

Mammon: "I’ll handle the gifts. These kids want money, right? I can chuck some Grimm at them."

Satan: "They’re human children. They don’t use Grimm!"

Leviathan: "What if we send them anime merch? Everyone loves anime!"

Asmodeus: "Or beauty kits! They’ll thank you later."

Satan pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is a disaster."

Lucifer finally intervened, adjusting his gloves with a sigh. "Enough. Clearly, Satan can’t handle this alone. I’ll take care of the mix-up, like always."

Satan glared. "Excuse me, I can handle it. I just don’t want to."

Lucifer smirked. "Of course you don’t."

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By the end of the week, Satan managed to write curt but polite replies:

"Dear Jessica, I don’t do ponies. Try spelling ��Santa’ correctly next time. Best, Satan."

Meanwhile, Lucifer, dressed in a suspiciously festive red coat, handled the logistics of redirecting the letters.

As the chaos died down, Satan finally returned to his book—only for another poof of letters to appear.

Satan: "...I’m moving to the Celestial Realm."

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 23 days ago

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I got this little idea last night, and been thinking about it ever since. Even tough outlaws need to have some innocent fun sometimes!

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Hide & Seek with the Van Der Linde Gang

Arthur: Okay hider, much better seeker. His tracking skills are formidable, and he'd have no problem finding most players. Only problem is that his steps are quite loud and very recognisable, announcing his presence and giving the players a chance to get away. Is always somehow able to get out of Charles’ grip and flee, screaming “I am free!”

Charles: Being an incredible hunter, he's an excellent hider and seeker. He's, unlike Arthur, completely quiet, and is perfectly able to sneak up on people. However, he takes it way too seriously - when he's the one hiding, he even covers all the tracks after himself. When he's seeking, he hogties the players upon finding them, and brings them into a pile.

John and Javier: They originally made a deal to hide together, and serve as double lookouts. At first they're confident, but then Arthur gets too close and looks in their general direction, and John panics, and with a “Every man for himself!” pushes Javier out of their hiding spot towards Arthur, and LEGS IT.

Sean: His hiding spots are questionable at best, but he makes them work… For a short while, anyway. He's super strung up as soon as he sees the seeker, even if they're nowhere near him, and decides to try and bolt, giving himself away in a shock of red hair.

Bill: Poor guy gets always found first. He's just too big to fit properly in most hiding spots, and he has a habit of grumbling about his discomfort at being stuck somewhere tight, so he gives himself away a few minutes into the game.

Kieran: Is also super easy to find, because he fidgets, making small noises, and gasps when a seeker gets too close. Honestly though, he's not too sad about having been found, he's just happy to be included.

Tilly and Trelawny: They are masters at hiding, and incredibly hard to spot. Tilly is able to fit and hide into places the seeker wouldn't even think to look, while Trelawny is the master of disappearing. The seeker always feels that they saw him out of the corner of their eye, but when they turn around, poof, he's just gone.

Mary-Beth: She gives herself away by giggling uncontrollably when someone gets too close, which is a shame, because she genuinely has good hiding spots.

Karen: The girl is an absolute menace, using her environment to her aid, tossing small objects around to create a sound distraction, and only lets herself be found when she decides she's thirsty and wants a drink.

Lenny: Constantly changes his hiding spots, and is quite formidable with it too. He never stays more than a few minutes in one spot, in case the seeker decided to check out wherever he is currently.

Reverend Swanson: He's not found until noon of the second day. He stumbled into some bushes, and passed out cold. The next day, Bill almost shot him, because he thought the shaking bush concealed a rabbit or something.

Sadie: Is not much of a hider. That is, she can hide really well, but finds it boring. However she is a terrifying seeker, even more so than Charles. She's fast, and she's quiet, and her “Found ya!” while revealing the hider, is just a total jump scare.

Abigail: Plays for a little bit, then lets herself be found, just so she can go relax. She's been working the whole day, let her live for heaven's sake.

Jack: Everyone 'ignores' him. Like, yes, they can hear the little kid laughing as he's only partially concealed by the door, but they pretend they don't, so that he can have fun. He ends up revealing himself when he gets bored, usually getting a “Woah! I didn't even see you!” reaction in return.

Uncle and Pearson: Decided to leave this activity to the younger folk, Uncle's lumbago is acting up, and there's no way Pearson's large muscular frame (his own words) would fit anywhere. They're playing cards outside, Uncle probably spinning some wild tale about how he once managed to hide in a rich Lady's closet all evening long, before being discovered by a maid, who however didn't give him away because he seduced her.

Molly: She doesn't really think the game is below her or anything, but she's got this new pretty dress, and she just had a bath and brushed her hair and trimmed her nails, and really, that's no way to be crawling and climbing around, trying to hide.

Susan: Shaking her head, and hoping nobody maims themselves when they're running around. "Goddamn children, the lot of you..." She reads a good book instead. But don't go to her for hints, as she will give you a mean look and call you out for trying to cheat.

Strauss: He also doesn't join in, he's got numbers to count and books to keep, and, really, this is just silly. However, he's something of a tattler, and when the seeker walks by, he casually mentions having heard a sound from somewhere some time ago.

Micah: Bitterly sitting by himself by the campfire, mocking everyone for playing a children's game under his breath. Honestly though, he wasn't invited to join in the first place, anyway.

Hosea and Dutch: Sitting together, passing a bottle of whisky between them, just sort of watching and chucklin at the antics of their kids.

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takenbypeter · 1 year ago

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Hey! Jumped on the Wonka train since yesterday and had two thumbs up! Can I request a Wonka x single mom reader where during the course of the movie they’ve built up a bit of a flirtation/relationship and he bonds with her kid (s) bc of course they love the magician with chocolate who makes their mama smile. Specifically I’m looking for like a scene towards the end of the movie or post-canon where he expresses interest in adopting her kid (or kids) and of course marriage so they can all be one real happy family together. Sorry if that description’s a lot

Beginnings of a New Dream

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1780

Ahhh this one is so bad 🙈 I tried with this one but honestly I hate it, Idk I think it's cause I can't relate to parent fics so I just suck at them but still I wanna thank you for requesting

“Where is he?” You said to yourself, as you turned around in search of the young child. You’ve left him alone only for one second and now, poof, he’s nowhere in sight.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings quickly until it spotted a familiar tiny figure standing upright among the white snow and you wasted no time to catch up.

“There you are,” you breathed out, worried tone evident in your voice, “I told you to stay put,” you reminded, before noticing the stranger who was with him.

The unknown man was wearing a tattered overcoat, along with a worn out top hat. His outfit was very…unusual, to say the least. And he was quite handsome.

But what concerned you the most, was his outstretched hand which held a small piece of wrapped candy.

You glanced at your son who was already chewing on what you could assume was a different piece, then back at the stranger who instantly understands how bad this looks.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Willy Wonka and I’m a chocolatier hoping to open my own shop very soon.”

“Mommy he can do magic!” Shouted your son.

“Oh he can now, can he?”

Willy Wonka. You’ve heard that name around town a few times, but this is the first you’ve seen of the man.

He held out a hand to which you firmly shook, “well Willy Wonka, surely you, being a stranger and all, understand why I find it odd you’re giving candy to my son, knowing how dangerous it is for children to talk to, no less take candy from a stranger.”

“Ahem,” he let out an awkward cough as he retracted his hand. “I do apologize. It wasn’t my intention to cause fret. The little guy looked lost so my only intent was to keep him safe and occupied, honest.”

You squinted slightly unsure of the man. He stood arms up and opened in an innocent manner. His eyes were big with his thick eyebrows angled upwards at the middle before curving down. He did seem to be of no harm, and he did keep your son safe.

You let out a relaxed sigh, “it’s alright, it’s my fault anyway, I should’ve kept an eye on my son. Thank you for keeping him safe.”

Wonka’s shoulders dropped and his facial muscles relaxed at your pardon.

You reached down holding your child close, “we’ll leave you be. Thanks again.”

“Wait,” his voice rang out, catching you before you departed. “Would you like to try a piece?” He held out the same small piece of chocolate from earlier in his palm upwards towards you.

You’re just about ready to decline the offer but again he speaks out, “it would really be helpful to have a mature opinion on this chocolate.”

You nodded caving in because honestly, who were you to deny free chocolate, your mind thought showing you to be just as gullible as a child. Taking the sweet treat, you pop it past your lips.

Immediately a rich flavor overtakes your mouth and as you bite into it, a milky chocolate filling spreads around.

It was quite good.

“Mmm,” you nodded towards the man, “oh you are going to go far with this chocolate Mr.Wonka.”

“Thank you. Your words mean much to me,” he said genuinely, and you let out a chuckle, “you’re welcome Mr.Wonka,” you say, as you turn around, hand in hand with your son.

Willy watches you fade from view with a prominent smile on his lips, because although he knew his business would do well, with the justification of your words he felt he was on the right path.

And honestly he hoped to meet you on this path again.

Days passed until you met the self proclaimed chocolatier again.

You had been traveling, hand clasped with your sons, when you spotted Mr.Wonka’s pop up store in the center of town. Initially wanting to pass the store along with the small crowd surrounding it, your plans are thwarted when your son pulls you towards it.

“It’s Mr.Wonka!” Shouted your son as he pointed towards the herd, “alright, alright we’ll just stop by.” He runs, his little feet taking him as fast as he can while dragging your body along.

“Mr.Wonka! Mr.Wonka!” Shouts your son as he rushes to the front with you following close behind.

Willy’s eyes widened in recognition, “well hey there, little guy, back so soon?” He asks, prompting your son.

You watch, looking on as the chocolatier chats with your child. They go back and forth creating small talk, before Wonka pulls out one tiny piece of chocolate, He waves his hands around and the crowd watches as he turns one piece into two right in front of their eyes.

“Woah, do it again!” Clapped your boy in amazement, and truthfully you felt the same way.

He performs the trick once more and again your son laughs as Wonka gives him one of the pieces before turning to you and handing you the other piece.

“You are surprisingly well with children.”

He shrugs, at the comment, “it helps when you have such a sweet child…who has such a pleasant mother.”

He tips his hat while all you can do is chuckle trying not to look too moved by the man’s remark.

“Thank you Mr.Wonka.”

“Please, call me Willy,” he adds and you nod while he returns his attention to other customers.

That Willy Wonka, what a charmer he was.

The week goes by before you run into the young man again, however, this time you were alone.

“Willy!” You announced, trying not to sound too excited when you saw the chocolatier, who was walking along the street with a young lady. (You soon learned her name to be Noodle.)

You exchange greetings while Noodle makes her exit leaving you be.

“What are you doing all alone? Where is the little one?” He asks, glancing around. “Oh I had to run some errands today so I had a friend watch him for me.”

Willy shares a soft smile, “he really is a brilliant kid, with a brilliant mother of course.”

“You flatter me Mr.Wonka.”

“Willy,” he reminds.

“Willy,” you repeat, sharing a look together before he blinks readjusting his focus.

“Oh!” His eyes enlarge as he reaches behind him into his battered briefcase, “I had something made for the little guy, and for, ahem, the mister back home,” he holds out a small jar of candies to which you take grateful.

“Please, there’s nothing of the sort, just me and the kiddo.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. It’s been that way for a while, it’s sort of the only way we know.”

Willy shares a look with you, one unlike the look of pity most give when they hear your story, it was more of admiration? Respect? Either way, you thank him for thinking of you and as you do so, you hear a siren noise nearing before the chief of police arrives.

He steps out of his vehicle and Willy turns to you, “I think you should go. Now. I’ll talk to you soon,” he says and you nod in understanding leaving the scene as the chief of police nears.

That’s how your time gets spent whenever you spot the man; your son talks with him, you talk with him, Willy performs a magic trick. You try to buy some candy, Willy refuses and instead gives it to you for free and then you’re on your way.

“Willy! Willy! Look, my tooth is missing!” Your son yelled running up to Willy.

“Oh wow, that is outstanding! But you know what I heard?” Willy lowers himself to your son’s level, hushing his voice.

“I heard this year, the tooth fairy started leaving candy underneath the pillows, for all the good boys and girls.”

“Really?!”

Willy looks up in your direction shooting you a quick wink.

“Really.”

Your son turns to you with a smile from ear to ear present on his face as you nod confirming his curiosities.

Mirroring his grin you watch on as Willy and your son continue in conversation. You’ve grown to the sight of them both, chatting and laughing. It was a very lovable sight.

That’s how it went, your meetings together.

And with each meeting you found yourself drawing closer and closer to the man, staying longer and longer on your visits.

The last time you saw Willy was at his opening for the factory, when everything went south. People rioted and burned his shop down and in the craziness you grabbed your son and ran putting his safety first.

After that you didn’t hear from Willy.

That is until today. You weren’t there when all the mess went down. When Willy and his team practically outsmarted the Chocolate Cartel, having them arrested.

But you made sure to be there for Willy Wonka’s new opening of his shop.

You stood in the crowd, your hand clutching your sons as the people gathered around trying the various sweets and treats.

Walking around taking in all the beautiful colors and lights you stop at a wall full of jellybeans and gumdrops. And giving your son permission to collect some, you stand a short distance keeping an eye on him.

“You made it,” said a voice as a figure emerged beside you. You smiled at Willy who was positioned just as you were towards the colorful wall.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

You watch for a moment as your son collects snacks, putting them into a bag that was provided. You were so occupied with him that you hadn't realized Willy was holding out one of his own creations for you.

“A chocolate flower for the lady.”

“It doesn’t have any yeti sweat does it?” You asked, eyebrow raised. You were lucky enough that you hadn’t managed to eat any of the poisoned chocolate last time.

“No, no yeti sweat.”

Beaming you take it and happily munch on it.

“So this place…is it everything you’ve dreamed of.”

He glances around taking it all in. The smiles on peoples faces, the way they’re in full enjoyment, but then his gaze returns to yours, “yes it is. But it’s strange.”

You tilt your head silently, allowing him to continue his thought as he turns his attention back to your son then you again. “I think…I think I have a new dream now.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your new dream?”

Willy’s eyes lock onto yours.

There are no words shared between you two but somehow you seem to understand what he means.

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year ago

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Control - Yandere!Incubus!Jisung

Yandere AU & Incubus AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Jisung X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,658

Warnings: Violent thoughts at one point and implied murder, very smutty themes (he's essentially in the middle of the act with you while this is going on hehe). Mentions of potential kidnapping, but nothing comes of it. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I'M BACK BABEEEYYYYYYYY!!!! Lmaoo it's been forever since I've posted anything, or at least, it feels that way, so I hope this can satiate you all for a bit. Things have been a bit slow, but I'm feeling good about this one, better than I have been with my writing for a while. Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Tenth of The Feral Drabbles

You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about this… to complete ravage you and claim you as my own.

A blissful sigh escapes my lips as I look down upon the wondrous sight that is you, naked and spread out beneath me. Months of meticulous planning have finally all come to a head as I run my hands up your sides, caressing your body like I’ve always dreamed.

Finally, you are mine, just as I’ve always been yours.

Long since have I been watching you, keeping an eye out for anything and everything that might spark an interest for me in you. You see, my sort of clientele deserve a certain… care when I decide to take them on. The seduction is all part of the thrill of the game.

But you? Oh, you?

You are most certainly not a game. No… You are everything I’ve ever desired, and so much more…

All of the others were easy to figure out, some flowers here, some compliments there, and poof, I had them right where I wanted them. Yet, you made me work for it. You made me earn it, and by the time I did, I could never hope to accept anybody else but you.

You are now my sole desire in this godforsaken universe. The only one I will ever want. The only one I will ever need.

You see, Darlin’, you have this smile… A smile that just lights up the entire room whenever its radiance graces your features. It’s brilliant, and the first time I ever saw it, I was captivated. The way your eyes crinkle during such an expression of joy set my heart racing. An odd, and rather foreign feeling, as I’ve never experienced anything quite like it before.

I had to have it for myself.

Sure, there’s been other times where my clients have smiled at me - smugly, flirtatiously, genuinely - but none of them were you. You have a certain charm that’s addicting, and I couldn’t help but wonder what that smile would look like gracing your features because of me.

I wanted to make you laugh. I wanted to make you happy. More than all of that, though, I wanted to know what that smile would look like pulling at your features as you gazed down upon me, my tongue buried in that tight, wet heat of yours. Perhaps, even what it would look like as I intertwined our fingers together, hearing you sigh in bliss, begging me for more as I made you come over, and over, and over again. For me, and me alone.

That smile would become a product of my love for you, in whatever ways it could. Soon, it would be only reserved for me, and not that fucking coworker of yours that seemed overtly friendly with you. They really enjoyed cracking jokes, didn’t they? Not so funny when it’s their skull cracking instead…

But, I digress… what I had to do to ensure you fell into my arms after all this time is my own business. You don’t ever have to worry about a single thing.

You even seemed to have a soft spot for animals, so it became nothing for me to start walking the dogs under our care just as an excuse to see you. They love you, almost as much as I do, you know. They know you’re mine, and they’ll protect you, and care for you almost as fiercely as I will now. They know that no one is allowed to touch you but me. We have to protect such a delicate being, after all.

Gentle… you’re always so gentle…

But you have a dominant streak in you, don’t you, Darlin’? You enjoy taking control, especially earlier in the night when I had you in my lap.

Fuck- just thinking about those plush thighs around me as your hips shifted above my own has me twitching again in anticipation. I can’t get the feeling of your hands off of my skin, your fingertips having burnt trails of passion all over my shoulders as you attempted to ground yourself by holding onto me. I can still see the way your head tossed back in bliss, your movements stuttering as you came just from the friction alone.

You don’t need to be embarrassed. I came, too. I always come, even just to the mere thought of you.

That’s just the effect you have on me.

Oh, but I let you have your fun. I let you take control, and was it ever a sight to behold. To be able to indulge with you in these desires of yours has filled me with no greater joy. Seeing you take control like that…

I was made for you, Darlin’, and you were made for me. Never shall we be parted again. I won’t allow it. You are mine, and I am yours. Now, until forever.

The shock on your face after I told you that it was now ‘my turn’, well… it still has such a warmth building in my chest. It made me think, though, that perhaps you’re not used to receiving the love you deserve. I’ll deal with those other fools that dared make you believe you weren’t worth the same love and care you show them later. Right now, I want to focus on you.

Oh, the way my body comes alive at the feeling of your hands all over me. Every stuttered breath, every whimpered moan, is yours. Your name is made to fall from my lips, as mine is made to be graced by yours. You should know, all of my reactions are of the purest variety I can offer, for you and you alone.

I just hope you will do the same, and from the way your eyelids continue to flutter in bliss, I can tell this will be the case.

That’s it, Darlin’, feel my hands caressing every part of you. Let your body come alight beneath my touch, squirming and begging for more.

I will give it to you. I will always give it to you. Right now, though, I want to take my time.

To think, someone who’s always prided himself on his professionalism could be reduced to mere tatters at the very thought of you. For too long I have been fantasizing about what I would do to you if given the chance - an occupational hazard, if I do say so myself - but never have I ever felt anything this intense.

My life is yours, Darlin’. You own my very soul. Every breath, every thought, every desire I have is yours. Yours to fulfill, yours to own, yours to keep. It always and forever will be.

Yes, feel my lips against your skin, feel the way my tongue darts out to taste your pulse. This racing heart, that hitch in your breath, are all because of me.

I’ve only just begun…

Let my fingers trace over ever dip, let my hands map out every curve. I want to find all the spots on your body that have you gasping, and then I want to make you tremble from the slightest of my touches. Let me please you in all of the ways I know how, in all of the ways that I am known for.

Darlin’, you know my horns are sensitive…

Oh, but you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Your playful giggle says it all. You still want to be in control…

Just relax, Darlin’. Let me take care of you.

The hitch in your breath as you see my fangs only makes my cock ache for you that much more. And that full body shudder at my nails grazing your sides? Perfection.

My breath hitches. You- you’re begging for me? You want me?

Who am I to deny the most beautiful divinity I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon.

Don’t be shy now, Darlin’. You asked for it.

Just look at the way my fingers sink into those luscious thighs of yours. Fuck- you really are made for me… and this gorgeous, weeping cunt… is this all for me?

All because of me? Darlin’, you shouldn’t have! You know how insatiable you make me.

I swear, you were created just to tempt me. To make me succumb to the deepest of desires so I could please you to the fullest extent of my own abilities. Every lick, every suck, is for you, and I can never get enough of this sweet nectar that flows from your very core, intoxicating me with just a single taste.

Give it to me.

I want your everything.

You like when I growl against this pretty pussy, don’t you, Darlin’? Well, what if I pull you closer and do it again? Oh, that made you clench around my tongue, didn’t it?

Do it again…

Again…

More…

More! Give me more!

Feed this beast inside of me who yearns for you!

Yes! Give your all to me!

Let me see you fall apart on my tongue…

That’s it, Darlin’, feel the way I suckle this sensitive little clit between my lips. Moan for me as I let my tongue delve through those soft, wet folds of yours. Make me drunk on you, and then make it so I can never dream of wanting another. Only you.

I’ll let you in on a little secret… you already do.

Such a luscious body, Darlin’, and all mine to hold. All mine to touch, to please, to sink my fangs into and mark you as mine over, and over, and over again.

That right, grab onto my horns, pull me in closer as your thighs shake around my head. Don’t fucking stop until you’ve taken everything you’ve wanted from me, and then some.

My body was made to please you.

That is truly my greatest desire.

After all, Darlin’, you’re the one that’s still in control.

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signanothername · 5 months ago

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hi, this is like slightly random and I’m not sure if it’ll entirely make sense, but I feel the need to as anyway.

Remember those like two nightmare panels where he lost like a soul but still had a lot more bc he ate 999 apples. Leaving him 998

And there’s also this running joke the only reason nightmare is nice (sometimes) is because 999 sad apples isn’t as bad as 1000.

so wouldn’t that mean with each apple destroyed he may become to be more like himself or even get at the least a bit more humane?

Anon i’m so glad you sent this ask >:)

Ok see that joke of Nightmare being nice cause 999 isn’t as bad as 1000? There’s some truth to it when it comes to my interpretation of Nightmare, but only at the beginning

Like when the apple incident happened and Nightmare got corrupted, his corruption made him go into madness and therefore is what made him go on a rampage killing everyone in his world, but once he settles down, that one missing apple is the very reason why Nightmare’s true self was still inside, had he gotten the last apple soon after his corruption, it would’ve killed what’s left of his passive self (and even killed him completely, considering his body barely held itself together at the time)

But why would it have killed the kind part of him? Cause children have underdeveloped personalities, Nightmare got corrupted as a child and so it shaped his personality as an adult, but that one missing apple left room for Nightmare’s sense of self to stay, the corruption had a single little weak spot that allowed Nightmare’s passive self breathing room to remain and develop along his corruption

But now that centuries went by and Nightmare’s personality developed and shaped itself into who he is now, eating the last apple won’t have much of an effect on his personality but rather his power

Now to the question, would Nightmare lose his corruption with each apple destroyed? I honestly haven’t exactly decided on what i like to think

But it’s gonna be one of three options:

A- he loses his corruption and gets back to looking like his passive self (with permanent consequences to his mind and body that won’t just poof into thin air just cause he lost his corruption)

B- there’s no such thing as him losing his corruption as it is significant part of himself at this point and with every apple destroyed he’d be weaker and weaker until eventually he becomes lifeless

C- a combination of A and B

I’ve yet to make a final decision about what I think, but it doesn’t mean I can’t just go and explore them individually, that’s why I’ve already tried exploring option A, i just never shared it chhcch

But here are my basic thoughts for option A

Losing the black apples means he might go back to his passive self look wise as the corruption lets go of his body

Which brings the question.. would he actually go back to being the kind gentle person he used to be? Would losing the apples mean that Nightmare will be back to who he used to be?

No. Not to me, because again, his personality has been already shaped by this point

Don’t get me wrong, with the corruption gone Nightmare’s thoughts would become a lot clearer in his head, his emotions and pain won’t be magnified anymore and so his reactions will be a lot less intense

But that doesn’t mean the centuries of loneliness, cruelty and fighting would just simply disappear like they were nothing

Nightmare would still be a bitch, just a bit less of a bitch than usual, cause it’s not just a matter of the corruption messing with his head, it’s a matter of how it shaped him as a person

And as you can tell, it shaped him into a cruel bitch

But you also have to put in mind Nightmare has an intense fear of feeling weak, he’s power hungry and is very obsessed with being in control cause he feels like a cornered animal, to him everything and everyone is out to get him and so he has to take the first step and make sure everyone around him fears him

So losing that corruption and by extension most his powers would make Nightmare panic so bad, cause the very first thought that’d come to his head is how he’s now helpless and defenseless exactly how he used to be, and with how he’s infamous as the king of negativity, many might come for his life if word got out that he’s defenseless

It’s a bad situation all around for Nightmare

But it also raises another question

Would Nightmare losing the apples mean he’d actually lose the corruption without consequence? Like would Nightmare just get back to looking like his passive self but with his personality that was shaped by the corruption and that’s it?

It’s something I’ve been thinking of but wouldn’t it make more sense for his body and mind to lose strength as he loses his corruption?

Something I mentioned before is how i like to believe Nightmare’s legs got extremely fucked up after his corruption, I mean come on, his bones broke in every little way you can imagine and he had tentacles get out his back, i refuse to believe that had zero consequences on his body

Like to me i feel like Nightmare might be bedridden for a good while if he loses his corruption, he absolutely would never be able to walk ever again unless he gets his corruption back, and he’d probably be completely out of strength when it comes to his arms, he’d definitely be a bit shaky

And while the corruption isn’t suffocating his thoughts anymore, Nightmare got so used to it that his much clearer thoughts feel loud and painful, the way he experiences his emotions also changes and he doesn’t know how to deal with it at all

Nightmare reaches out for what’s left of him only to be met with nothing but broken fragments that are now missing so many pieces now that his corruption is gone, even when he can still see the shards of his corruption so clearly but they’re no longer part of himself, even tho they’re extremely important to make the shape of him make sense in Nightmare’s head if that makes sense at all chchchhc

So yeah in short there’s no way for Nightmare to simply go back to how he used to be, cause to be “himself” is integral parts of both his passive and corrupted self, losing his corruption means he’s just losing parts of himself that he can never fill back

And at this point, Nightmare has been shaped to be who he is now

What I’m trying to say is that Nightmare true self is now this combination, and to only look at one side (his passive for example) is saying that an entire half of Nightmare doesn’t matter

That’s why to me, Nightmare gets pissed off at Dream’s attempts to save him from his own corruption, cause to him, it means Dream is basically telling him that he doesn’t truly care for him as he claims cause Dream isn’t ready to accept that THIS, is who Nightmare is a whole now

And until Dream shows full acceptance of Nightmare, corruption included (even if he lost said corruption) Nightmare would never believe that Dream truly cares, and even if he believed he truly did, to him, Dream doesn’t care in a way that matters :)

#anothers ask #dreamtale #nightmare sans

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 2 months ago

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It just hit me that the boys all have graves somewhere... Do you think they've gone there? Has Julie? How do they feel about how and where they were buried?

sorry this took so long to respond to! I'm not sure if you meant it as a writing prompt or just a point of discussion.... but i wrote 2500 words on it anyway. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s sort of an accident, at the beginning. Reggie doesn’t mean to be looking.

He doesn’t really mean to be looking for anything, even if he sounded really suspicious and like he was a total lying liar face when he told Julie and the guys he was just “going for a stroll.” But honestly, it’s a coincidence more than anything that his stroll takes him to the bike rental place on the beachfront that used to be his house. And it’s a coincidence that the pimpled teen working the counter has that day’s mail laid out in front of him for all the world to see. And it’s a coincidence that in said pile of mail is a letter from Evergreen Cemetery addressed to “Archibald Peters or Current Resident.”

He doesn’t actually read the letter (his invisibility these days is spotty at best, and he doesn’t think committing felony mail theft would be much smarter of an idea than making an envelope float in mid-air anyway). He doesn’t know that the letter has anything more to say than “Hey you, know any dead people? Send ‘em our way!”

He doesn’t know it has anything to do with him.

But he goes home anyway— because home is Julie’s house, now— and slides Carlos’s laptop out of its super functional hiding place under his pillow, and looks up the address for Evergreen Cemetery.

And then he poofs into the kitchen and says, “Ray? Will you drive me somewhere?”

The car ride is quiet, mostly because Ray said, “You wanna tell me where we’re going?” when they got in the car, and Reggie said, “Mmhmm!” all high-pitched and obvious, and then never elaborated, and so trying to make other conversation seems rude. He just gives directions, and hums along to the radio, and Ray drives them to the cemetery where Reggie’s pre-ghost body may or may not be buried.

That’s the weirdest part of all of this. Not the mail theft or the bike shop or the idea that Reggie’s parents might have put him somewhere other than the Peters Family plot in Orange County where his grandparents and Great Aunt Barb are buried, but the fact that there is a body, very much dead and scientifically identifiable as his, lying under six feet of dirt somewhere.

He has a body. Now, currently, in most ways even an alive one. And yeah, he’s worked pretty damn hard to get this one, but it still feels really weird that there’s just another one… out there.

“Reggie?” Ray asks as he slows the car along the gravel driveway of the cemetery. “What…?”

He doesn’t finish his question, which is probably a good thing because Reggie’s not sure he has an answer. “Could you…?” he asks instead, staring down at his hands in his lap so he won’t have to look Ray in the eye. “Um. Would you maybe mind going in there and asking if… or, uh, where…”

He trails off, unable to finish his own question either.

Ray makes a soft sound, somewhere between a hum and a sigh, and nods once before giving Reggie a comforting pat on the knee and getting out of the car.

He’s in there a long time. Long enough for Reggie to get all squirmy and start to feel bad for dragging him into this.

He can only imagine the conversation going on in there: Hi, can you please point me to the grave of a seventeen-year-old who died twenty-five years ago? No, no, I’m not related to him, nor do I have any legitimate connection to him that I can offer you as an explanation for why I’m asking. Please do not ask any follow-up questions.

Jeez. What was Reggie even thinking bringing Ray all the way out here, just on a hunch? As soon as he gets back to the car, Reggie should just tell him to take them back home.

But it’s only a few minutes later that the office door opens and Ray emerges, a piece of paper in one hand. He shakes hands with an older white guy— the manager, Reggie guesses, or whatever the term is for people in charge of the little office at a cemetery— and then heads back over to Reggie.

He gets back in the car, shuts the door, and sits heavily in the driver’s seat without buckling his seat belt or shifting the car out of park. Reggie opens his mouth to say something, closes it again. Shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Ray hands him the piece of paper. “You tell me what you wanna do, mijo.”

It’s a list— of names and plots, next to a handy-dandy little map of the cemetery. Three are highlighted— Reginald Peters. Alexander Mercer. Lucas Patterson.

Reggie shivers, the edges of the paper crinkling in his tight grip. “These are… Jeez. We’re all here?”

“Seems so.” Ray puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It was sort of a long shot, but I figured I’d ask while I was in there.”

Reggie stares at his name— at his friends’ names— just three lines on a list of ghosts.

He points at the plot number next to his name. “Guess we’re going here then?”

It’s not a far walk. Reggie leads the way, squinting at the map, while Ray follows politely behind. Ray doesn’t berate him or even comment when they get lost, and Reggie only gets them lost three and a half times. Eventually, they find it: a modest tombstone in a far corner of the graveyard, neatly kept with a still-fresh bouquet of lilies propped up against it.

The tombstone reads:

Reginald Alastair Peters

August 18, 1977– July 22, 1995

Beloved Son

Loving Brother

Cherished Bandmate

“Oh,” Reggie whispers, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the last line of lettering. He can’t imagine his parents choosing to spend extra money on that particular engraving, not without some serious coercion, but the only other option is…

“Someone’s been here recently,” Ray says, voice reverent and yet too loud, all of a sudden, in the otherwise silence. He reaches around Reggie to pick up the flowers and place them gently atop the headstone. “So your parents might still live nearby.”

“Maybe,” Reggie whispers, though he highly doubts his parents had anything to do with the bouquet. With effort, he tears his gaze away from his grave and down to the map in his hands. “Um. Can we–?”

He cuts off, swallowing against the lump in his throat, and instead points wordlessly at the plot numbers for his two best friends.

“Of course.” Ray puts a hand on his shoulder– warm, solid, reassuring– and takes the map with the other. “May I?”

Reggie lets it go with relief and wipes his sweaty hands on his pants. The walk between graves will give him a good chance to clear his head, and he’s way too distracted to follow a map without getting them lost way more than three and a half times.

But Ray only takes a few steps before he stops and frowns down at the map. He looks up again, turns a slow circle, and walks just a few feet before stopping again, the map falling to his side. “Oh. Well.”

Reggie goes to see what he’s looking at, and his breath catches in his throat.

There’s a good bit of space between them, but the next tombstone over from Reggie’s belongs to Alex. He continues down the line, and sure enough, the next one down from that is Luke’s.

They’re all distinctly different– Luke’s is the biggest of the three, Alex’s has a Bible quote snaked along the side– but they’re all adorned with fresh flowers, and they all have the same phrase tacked onto the end of their epitaphs:

Cherished Bandmate.

A cold feeling seeps through Reggie’s bones, not unlike the time he and Luke were playing hide and seek and he won by curling up inside the refrigerator.

“I think I wanna go home now,” Reggie says slowly, feeling shivery and stuck and ghostly in the worst way as he stands at the point of the triangle of his and his best friends’ graves.

“Of course,” Ray says, his voice muffled like he’s speaking through water or from very far away. “I’ll go get the car.”

But Reggie’s already poofed out.

***

He doesn’t intend to bring it up again. Because he’s not entirely sure Luke and Alex would want to know. And the last thing he wants to do is assume his friends are at the same place on the same journey regarding their life, death, and rebirth as he is.

He doesn’t want to hurt their feelings if he’s wrong about his theory. He doesn’t want to make them sad if he’s right.

But apparently Reggie’s not as good at concealing his own feelings as he’d like to think– even though Ray doesn’t say anything, and Julie at least seems convinced by Reggie’s “we were running errands” story, less than two days has gone by when she informs him that the jig is, in fact, up.

He’s sitting cross-legged on the couch in the studio, eating a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream very slowly because Ray made him promise he wouldn’t drip any on the sofa cushions.

Alex is out skateboarding with Willie. Luke is out “chaperoning” (read: mooching off of) Carlos and his friends’ laser tag party. Julie was ostensibly doing homework, which is why Reggie had taken his ice cream out to the garage, but now the doors open and Julie bounds in to join him, plopping next to him on the couch with a warm (if slightly mischievous) smile.

“Hey there, you,” she says expressively, poking him in the arm.

Reggie blinks, slowly drawing the spoon out of his mouth. “Hi, Julie.”

“We both know I’m not very good at beating around the bush,” she says, hands in her lap, “so I’m just gonna cut to the chase. The boys tell me you’re sad, and while at first I tried to convince them that maybe just not everyone thinks the 2002 Scooby-Doo movie is as funny as they do and that’s why you were a little quiet during movie night, the more I thought about it the more I agreed that you haven’t been your usual amazing chipper self… lately… So, uh. You know. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“I know,” Reggie says, nodding, because he does know, and clutches his bowl of ice cream to his chest for some comfort. “I, um… I’m not… sad, I just… Okay, so you know how your dad and I ran some errands the other day and I came back early because I didn’t wanna have to listen to his sad Dad Rock the whole drive home and he didn’t have a single good CD in the car?”

Julie nods.

“Well, I actually sorta made all that up. We went to see where the guys and I are buried.”

Julie’s face falls, her eyes going wide. “Oh. Wow.”

“And I didn’t say anything,” Reggie continues, “because I didn’t really know how I felt about it yet. And I didn’t know how Luke and Alex would feel. I didn’t know if they’d wanna know.”

“Of course we would, bro.”

Reggie felt the spark alighting in his chest a split second before Luke spoke, so the sudden arrival of his friends doesn’t startle him. He ducks his chin, staring into his ice cream so he doesn’t have to see if they’re mad at him.

“Reggie…” Julie puts a hand on his knee. “You didn’t do anything wrong– this is a really complicated situation to navigate. It’s just… we didn’t even know you were looking.”

“I wasn’t,” Reggie promises, but he doesn’t know how to explain himself beyond that. He sets his bowl down on the coffee table and slowly raises his eyes to meet his friends’ gazes. “We’re all together. The three of us, our– we’re not buried with our families.”

Luke’s and Alex’s faces go through several expressions before settling on twin looks of determination. “Good,” Luke says. “That’s how it should be.”

“Will you go back with us?” Alex asks. “Take a look all together?”

In the moment that Reggie hesitates, Julie takes his hand in hers and gives it a warm, reassuring squeeze.

Reggie takes a deep breath, feeling it whistle through live, healthy lungs, and reaches out his other hand. Luke takes it and offers his hand to Alex, who joins hands with Luke and Julie to complete the circle. When the ghosts who aren’t quite ghosts anymore poof out, they carry Julie with them, until all four members of Julie and the Phantoms stand solemn but supported in front of Reggie’s grave.

They take it in. The epitaph. The flowers, a bit crumpled from yesterday’s rain but nowhere near wilting. The edge of Alex’s headstone just visible in their peripheral vision, and Luke’s just beyond it.

“We are all together,” Alex says in awe.

Luke shakes his head. “Why would our parents–?”

A voice behind them says, “I insisted.”

They spin around. Reggie didn’t hear anyone approaching, and yet standing just a few feet back, dark sunglasses obscuring his expression, is Trevor Wilson, three bunches of fresh wildflowers tucked in the crook of his arm.

He nods toward the grave behind them. “They were gonna take you halfway across the state, and the Mercers wanted Alex cremated, and I wasn’t even invited to the funerals but I pitched a fit. Told them I’d pay for everything– the plots, the services, the upkeep– if only they’d keep you all… intact. And together.”

Reggie’s heart does an Olympics-worthy gymnastics routine inside his chest. “You added the bandmate line?” he guesses.

Trevor shrugs a little sheepishly. “I snuck it in on the paperwork. Don’t think Luke’s dad ever forgave me.”

“Yeah, well, my dad can–” Luke starts to say, and then trails off, shoving his hands in his pockets so it’s a little less obvious that they’re curled into fists. His voice is strained but sincere when he says, “Thanks, Bobby. For doing all that.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

With some hesitation, Trevor steps forward and past them, to lay one bouquet at the foot of Reggie’s headstone.

It feels right, for them all to be there together, paying homage to the people they once were.

Reggie’s glad he found this place, even if it was sort of an accident.

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koji-haru · 28 days ago

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Time Travel AU Part: 27

“Aaand there she goes again,” said Gabriel as he watched Amora run off into the forest as soon as he flew down into the garden. Folding his copper and teal wings neatly behind his back, he made his way over to the human lying underneath the cooling shade of a tree. As he neared Adam, he noticed the small stretches, the leaves sticking out of his hair, the confused look in his eyes as he felt around his abdomen before turning his attention to the angel casually approaching him. “A bit late to only be waking up now, no?”

“Good morning to you too, Gabriel,” Adam yawned loudly while he rubbed the sleep off his eyes. Ignoring the confused and slightly concerned looks the angel beside him was directing at him, Adam twisted and stretched his limbs one by one, aching to hear and feel that gratifying crack in between his joints. The action itself helped recede the fog of sleep off of his mind, leaving him feeling well-rested and refreshed.

“Um… You didn’t break anything in there, did you?” asked Gabriel, wincing a little bit as he heard each pop and crack that came from the humans long limbs. It wasn’t as if angels never stretched at all, but from the little he did know about humans, he knew for a fact that they were much more fragile and weak than any angel in Heaven. In fact, plenty of animals were made more sturdy than humans, and then some were far too fragile to have been accepted in Gabriel’s opinion such as hamsters. Surely, Adam was more sturdy than a hamster, right?

“You drove Amora away…” Adam noted with a disappointed frown once he realised that that was what he was missing – the heavy comfortable presence of his feline friend resting on top of him. “And disrupted my nap.”

Having received such a response from the first man, Gabriel assumed that he could safely guess that Adam was, in fact, more sturdy than a hamster and that nothing was broken during his bone cracking and joint popping session. Which also meant that he could hold back with his considerations for the human. Having arrived at that conclusion, Gabriel decided to plop down beside Adam, letting his long wings fall on top of the human with a ‘poof’.

“I can’t help that she doesn’t seem to be fond of me, and like I said, it’s a little late to still be sleeping anyway,” waved Gabriel off with easy nonchalance as he flapped his wings a little up and down against Adam, who was making inaudible noises underneath his wings.

Soon enough, however, one of Gabriel’s wings were pushed roughly aside as Adam gasped angrily from underneath all those feathers. Deeply furrowed brows, downturned lips and fiery golden eyes promising pay back; perhaps for anyone else it might look somewhat threatening or at the very least, cause them to consider their next actions. Not Gabriel though. If anything, all the angel saw was an adorable little creature who was trying to put on a scary face but was anything but that. Bright green eyes directly faced golden ones, cool nonchalance against petty aggravation. Then, in a single moment, those green eyes shone with a mischievous glint and before Adam even knew it, he was once more buried under heavy layers of feathers.

“Wha–” Adam managed to let out before being cut off and proceeding to slither and slip his way out of the angel’s wings, where fresh air welcomed him once more. In front of him, just a short distance from where he was lounging and enjoying Eden’s serenity, his spot was now completely occupied with three long copper and teal wings belonging to a smug looking angel leaning against a tree. Meanwhile, Adam himself was pushed out to the edges of the shade, on his hands and knees after having to crawl away from a possible suffocation. “Really?”

“Yup,” Gabriel answered, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

Grumbling, Adam grudgingly accepted the new spot he now had under the tree, unable to do much to claim his original from the angel. Sitting cross legged from across Gabriel, Adam noticed the eager shine in the angel’s green eyes. Having spent quite a bit of time with the talkative angel, he had learned to read some of the angel’s mannerism. In this case, such a shimmery, keen look meant that Gabriel was bursting to either share something, as he usually did, or ask a particularly odd question, which he also usually did. Like an exhausted parent, tired from their child’s incessant wondering and question, Adam let out a loud sigh, “So? Just spill it, I can tell you want to say something.”

Gabriel clapped his hands, his face beaming with a happy enthusiasm, “Alright! Perfect! So, do you remember your promise?”

“Promise?”

“About our trade before,” Gabriel reminded him. “You said you’d answer some of my questions. And, well, I’ve finally come up with some!”

Right. A few days ago, Adam did promise to answer some of the angel’s questions in exchange for him explaining what he meant when he questioned Amora’s supposed lack of communication. While Gabriel’s clarification did provide Adam some sort of new perspective towards his feline friend, he soon realised that, overall, the trade felt more like a trick. No matter how he looked at it, it was just unfair. Gabriel explained one thing to him, which wasn’t particularly useful since he could’ve actually just asked Michael about it, and in return, the crafty angel would get Adam to answer his questions. Yes, questions. Multiple questions. Then, there was also the added unfairness of Gabriel having been given time to consider what he wanted to ask.

Just the mere thought of having been tricked into answering possibly prying questions had caused the energy to drain from Adam’s systems, his little nap suddenly not enough. “Okay, but I said I’ll answer some, not all of them.”

“Alright, that seems fair enough,” Gabriel easily agreed as he shuffled into a more comfortable position, with knees pulled a little closer to his chest. “So, first question: What do you like best about the garden?”

Taken aback by the simplicity of the question, Adam took a brief moment to pause and replay the question that had just been asked of him. Had he heard the question correctly? Was it really that simple? He had honestly expected something a little more awkward or galling, something a little personal, something a gossip like Gabriel would like to know. At the same time, however, he was very much relieved at this sudden turn of events. Perhaps the chatty angel wasn’t in a particularly gossipy mood today.

After letting the happy disbelief travel through his system for a moment, Adam cleared his throat and finally replied, “Oh, um, well I like everything about it, but if I have to choose a favourite…Hmm, I guess just the fact that it was made for me.”

“As in?”

“As in the garden was made for me to live in. It has everything I could ever need, it’s my home.” A certain kind of fondness shone in the golds of his eyes as he further explained his answer, like fondness one would have for a precious present given to them from a distant happy memory. Something akin to nostalgia, soft joy mixed with a hint piercing pain.

“Then, what’s your favourite animal in the garden? And no, Amora isn’t included,” Gabriel continued to ask.

The simple question was surprisingly a little difficult for Adam. All of the animals in the garden were his friends, providing him companionship everyday without asking for anything in return. They could never harm him, betray him or leave him. All were fixed in their undying friendship to him. While others might call that boring, for Adam, it was peace and security – something far more important than temporary entertainment. Besides, the animals were all fun in their own right, especially when they weren’t out to get him. But if he had to choose a single animal as his favourite, excluding his best friend Amora, then he would have to choose…

“The horse,” Adam finally answered after a moment of thinking.

“Really? Not something a little more impressive like the elephant? Or lions?”

Adam shook his head, “No, I like horses the best, after Amora of course. I think they’re pretty.”

If time were to go back to some months ago, Adam might’ve chosen a different animal, something a little more impressive just like Gabriel had suggested. Perhaps the lion for their majestic ferocity, or maybe wolves for their unyielding loyalty, just any animal that had a fire in their heart. His prolonged stay in the garden, however, seemed to have shifted his perspective a little bit. Before, he wouldn’t have even considered horses to be particularly notable, much less a favourite. But now… He wasn’t sure when he began to think differently of the animal, but lately he has seen its beauty. When horses ran across fields in herds, their manes and tails flowing in waves through the air, a certain majestic air around them as they sped through the meadows without a care. Adam saw paradise in them. Then, there was also their initial awkwardness, their seemingly reserved attitude at the start only for them to come out as steadily loyal and loving once he got to know them better. It reminded him of a certain someone, though he would never admit that, especially not aloud.

“Pretty? That’s your reason?” Gabriel gave Adam an unconvinced look before a teasing smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he leaned slightly forward towards Adam, one hand half covering his mouth as he whispered, “You know, they’re Michael’s favourite too, isn’t that interesting?”

“R-really?” This time it was Adam who unconsciously leaned forward, a curious interest shining in his eyes, though he swiftly reeled it in once he noticed the smug look painted over Gabriel’s face. He coughed into his hand, his eyes unwilling to meet the angel’s proud green ones, “Uh, I mean, I guess it’s pretty interesting we share the same favourite… A-anyway! If that’s all you want to ask then–!”

“Nono, I have a few more,” Gabriel said, the smugness on his face fading into a more controlled expression – soft smiles and unreadable eyes – as he settled into a comfortable cross legged sitting position, chin leaning onto a hand. “Here’s another one: What do you think of Heaven?”

“Huh?”

Gabriel’s smile softened even more, eyes curving like a crescent as specks of golden light peppered his pale face. “Do you think it’s a nice place? What about its residents? Stuff like that.”

Heaven was many things for Adam. For one, it was his third home, the longest one he ever had. It was the place where he met one of his closest friends, Lute, and where his army was both formed and trained by him. It was where he earned his wings, and spent his time freely flying through its pink and gold clouds. Its skies always remained beautiful, whether they were soft pinks, golds and blues with cotton candy clouds, or vibrant purples, indigos and dark blues sprinkled with bright stars. Every place and every spot in Heaven was beautiful in its own way. It was a suitable reward for those who lived a good life on Earth. Did Adam enjoy Heaven? He wouldn’t say he hated the place. The needless bureaucracy, the amount of secrecy hidden in the background by higher ups in the name of their own understanding of righteousness, the heaven borns’ unconscious bigotry towards others; those things he absolutely loathed, but Heaven as a place? No, he couldn’t say he hated it. Still, Heaven wasn’t truly his home. As great as it was, it wasn’t a place he would like to return to.

Adam had a lot to say about Heaven, his opinion of the place mixed with both positives and negatives earned through many millennia of living there. However, that was an Adam from a different life; this Adam, in this fresh new start, should know nothing of Heaven. This Adam had only ever been in Eden and nothing more, he reminded himself. Which was exactly why he found the angel’s question a little odd. Still, he decided to answer Gabriel anyway, his words and tone carefully crafted before being released.

“Um, well, I’m not sure?” Adam leaned back, his mouth the corners of his mouth downturned into a pensive frown. “But that’s where angels live, right? So, I’m sure it's a great place! Although, from the stories Michael told me, it seems like a busy place.”

“It’s only a busy place for angels with special roles like him, otherwise, it’s a pretty fun place. Flying through the skies is one of the best things ever. Just the feel of the wind along your wings,” added Gabriel, looking up at the skies, a dreamy look on his face.

“That does sound fun,” agreed Adam.

“You know, you can experience flying too.”

The angel looked Adam in the eyes; his face remained friendly looking with the same softness he had on earlier, and yet somehow, Adam couldn’t read him at all. It was like, every time he attempted to look inside his mind, the shine of his angelic face, gentle and unassuming, reflected those attempts back at him. And then Adam would be left with a kind face smiling back at him that sent odd tingles down his spine.

“I don’t have wings,” Adam bluntly stated, the odd feeling in his gut both frustrating and worrying him.

“You can gain wings,” Gabriel contended. “If you ascend to Heaven anyway.”

The frustration that had been gently simmering within him suddenly bubbled up into obvious irritation, his anxiety from earlier fading into nothing at Gabriel’s insinuation. A deep frown formed on Adam’s lips as he sent a heated glare towards the still smiling angel before him. The easy mood from earlier now completely erased from their shared atmosphere.

“Really?” he hissed at Gabriel. “I’ve been asked so many times and my answer remains the same: I don’t want to leave for Heaven,” he said, ensuring to enunciate the last few words with a sternness in his tone.

“But why not?” Gabriel tilted his head slightly to the side, expression remaining mostly the same. “Heaven has everything the garden has and more.”

“I don’t want to leave my home. I didn’t leave it for Eve, and I wouldn’t leave it for Heaven either,” argued Adam back, irritation steadily building up inside. This conversation had been brought up to him a few times already, and everytime he showed no hesitation in rejecting their offer. At this point, he felt like they were simply trying to wear him down. Unfortunately for them, however, Adam was more than stubborn, he was unrelenting. Having lived for so long, he had learned to have some patience, especially when it was needed despite what others might’ve thought of him.

“Then we’ll recreate the garden in Heaven.”

“Well, it’s clearly not the same place then, is it?”

“Heaven created the garden in the first place, what’s the difference?” Gabriel retorted.

“Well–”

“Why are you so adamant on staying isolated in the garden?” the angel continued, his previous smile now turned into a flat line, the carefree look in his eyes now a sharp piercing green that kept trying to burrow through the human’s skin, chipping away at the layers one by one. “I just think it’s odd for a social creature to crave isolation.”

“What would you know? You’ve only recently become interested in the garden,” Adam tried to argue, trying to control the trembling worry beating in his chest that might’ve leaked into his voice. The longer their argument continued, the more he was starting to feel like he was being led to an inescapable corner. “Maybe I just like my peace and quiet.”

“That can be true,” Gabriel agreed. “But let’s be honest here, yours isn’t just mere preference. It’s like, hmm…somewhat defensive?”

Adam scoffed at the angel’s implications, finding these sudden prying and claims about him rather ridiculous. Was it accurate? A little. There was some truth in the angel’s words, but he wasn’t stupid enough to incriminate himself so easily. “Now you’re just talking nonsense.”

“Hmm, kind of like Lucifer?” Gabriel leaned his cheek on his palm, expression impassive, almost bored.

The random mention of Lucifer gave Adam pause as thoughts suddenly surged through his mind. Was this going to be another situation like before? Was Gabriel another angel Adam needed out of his way? How long had Gabriel been suspicious of him? Adam was sure he was still in the clear. No matter what, Gabriel had no evidence against him, just like Lucifer.

Suddenly, Adam felt a light poke at his cheek, and he felt his heart almost drop when he turned to see Gabriel so close to his face, sharp green eyes focused on him.

“Wha–!” Adam shoved the angel away from him, though he ended up pushing himself away instead.

“I think I can kind of understand what Lucifer meant now.” Leaning back and away from Adam, Gabriel pointed a finger to his head, “So many thoughts in that head of yours. Care to share?”

“No.”

An amused laugh left Gabriel as he eyed the human in front of him curious interest, “That’s fine I guess. We all have secrets to keep.”

Then he stood up, brushing the dirt and grass off of his robes, stretching his wings wide behind him, the joints popping in the process. The air around them resumed their flow, washing away the choking staleness from earlier. The birds around them could be heard singing once more, and the grasses and trees regained their vibrant green. The tense bubble that enveloped the two had popped when Gabriel decided to retrieve his cheery demeanour.

Looking down at the rightfully cautious human still seated on the ground before him, Gabriel leaned down slightly to pat Adam on the head. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, let’s hope you keep it.”

“Is that a threat?” asked Adam in a low voice as he pushed the angel’s hand away from him.

“No, it’s a compliment!” Gabriel smiled brightly, amusement shining in his eyes. “I came here searching for something and instead found something even better! Oh! And I still think you should move to Heaven!”

Without waiting for Adam’s response, Gabriel unfurled all of his wings and took off to the skies, waving a friendly goodbye as he swiftly flew further away. Left with such a strangely affable farewell considering the conversation they were having, Adam remained seated on the ground, completely bewildered by what had just transpired. He suddenly had something to worry about, and yet his mind came up blank, unsure of what he was supposed to take from the day’s events.

“What the fuck??”

Part 26

Part 28

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #guitarhero #michael x adam #hazbin hotel michael #hazbin adam #time travel au #hazbin hotel gabriel #🛡🎸

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yuzuocha · 11 months ago

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LOVE AND DEEPSPACE BUT REALLY FAST ‣ PROLOGUE [CRACK]

@anxiousgoddest just know that this is all your fault

warnings ‣ ooc characterization, spoilers (obviously), and crack. lots of it

･ listen to some linkon radi– ROLL CREDITS HE SAID THE THING

･ here is mc and mc is you but prettier

･ you but prettier was talking in class and the teacher called her up bc of it oooohhhhhhh she in troubleeeee

"you're a hunter now"

･ nevermind

"heres all the things you need to know about hunters"

"hunters are the ones who exclusively fight wanderers (except for when they don't)"

"hunters are strictly managed and checked (except for when they don't)"

"and hunters are incredibly capable and essentially are heroes (except for when they don't)"

･ nevermind the nevermind

"also your evol can't be measured, quirky"

"what's an evol again"

"game forgor to explain but remember everything this game tells you about evol and hunters and shit because NOTHING IS GOING TO MAKE SENSE UNTIL YOU READ THROUGH EVERYTHING"

･ neverminding the nevermind the nevermind as you put in information for some reason

"why do i need to put my personal information in front of everyone when you're a government run association"

"here's your badge" *throws*

"how reliable"

･ you but prettier wields a gun as their neutral special

･ also man nothing like new players heading straight into a dangerous area which is actually the hongdae station turned into— oh shit sorry wrong story i was reading orv while you but prettier and quirky girl friend were yapping

"ENEMY SPOTTED, SHOOT"

"ngl waking me up to a gun threat aint poggers yk"

"THE FUCK"

"ykw whatever im xavier and very unsuspicious"

"uhh"

"wait we gotta fight"

"FUCKING HELL"

･ you but prettier used the glock and sword boy used the sword like a sword boy should sword do sword sword do sw—

"anyway back to our very interesting yapping"

"you were taking a nap right smack where the new hunters were hunting and pulled me somewhere without my consent and you're eventually gonna get my phone number despite me never taking out my phone and you are unsuspicious"

"yes"

"roll for innocence"

"20"

"ah fuck whatever"

･ enemy waited for them to finish their long ass conversation smh my head

"ok now that we got that out of the way fill me with your essence while on your knees"

"what"

･ one essence filling on the knees later

"ok because you filled me with so much of your essence everyone exploded and is now gone"

"your essence filled me up a little too well, nothing's left"

"what"

"lol"

･ very unsuspicious goes poof

"yo mc what happened"

"a guy asked me to fill him up with my essence and nothing will make sense until you read everything"

"what"

･ nevermind

PROLOGUE, END

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lmk if you want chapter 1 soon

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pinkiemachine · 8 months ago

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GOTHAM FILES: SEASON 9

Talia is back.

Damian’s five years will be up soon. Just three months left. She trusts that he’s learned much from his father, and that he’s more than ready to come back to the Shadows. Back to Ra’s. Back to his birthright. His destiny. Damian says yes… but he secretly doesn’t know anymore. Everything… everything’s gotten so messed up lately. His mom and dad aren’t married… they’re fighting on opposite sides of this immense, ideological war… Bruce proposed to Selina… but he… he doesn’t want a step mom. He just wishes Bruce and Talia could… actually be a couple… be his parents… that way he wouldn’t have to choose between them.

Anyway… he has three months to figure out what he’s gonna do.

In the meantime, Bruce and Selina are beginning wedding plans. The whole superhero world is buzzing with excitement… except for Damian, of course. He can’t stand hanging around the Manor right now… he can’t stand being around Jason, who’s still in the honeymoon phase of dating Artemis… Tim and Steph are a definite nope… Barbara just found someone new, so no… Cass is too adjacent to Steph… there’s some Teen Titans drama regarding Aquagirl and Blue Beetle—pass… and even being around Dick and Star and his niece, Mar’i, is proving to be too much of a happy scene. There’s that new guy, Duke… he’s been staying at the Manor and training under Bruce… but Damian doesn’t know him very well. The only person he can stand to be around is Jon. His only close friend—aside from his numerous pets, that is. There’s less and less crime in Gotham these days… less and less to do… fewer things to distract himself with. Bruce will be holding a gala soon, showing off his new plan, partially thought up by Tim, to have Wayne Enterprises fund a massive project that will help rebuild Gotham after the last few battles kinda wrecked a lot of stuff. It looks like they’re getting close to achieving what they set out to do: clean up the streets of Gotham. And after that… Damian doesn’t know what’ll happen. But he’s probably… not gonna be around to see it. Soon, he’ll have to say goodbye to Jon… and Bruce… and his pets… and Dick… and everyone else.

His wallowing will have to be put on hold though.

That secret organisation from last season? They’re back. And they’ve got it out for Bruce Wayne. An assassin tried to murder him in broad daylight, and Bruce wants to know why. He takes a step back from the wedding stuff to investigate and then, suddenly—poof. Batman’s gone. Again. The crew assembles to look for him. They know that without a body, he could very well still be alive. They scour Gotham, every disgusting nook and cranny, every sewer, every high rise, every park and back alley, but they come up empty.

See, Bruce had been poking the hornet’s nest when he went out looking for answers. This particular hornet’s nest is called: The Court of Owls. An old folk tale that goes a little something like this:

Beware the court of owls,

That watches all the time,

Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch,

Behind granite and lime,

They watch you at the hearth,

They watch you in your bed,

Speak not a whispered of them,

Or else they’ll send the Talon for your head…

But the Court is all too real, they’re an illuminati style organisation that’s been pulling the strings of Gotham for hundreds of years, and they have a problem with both Bruce Wayne and Batman. He’s been meddling with their plans for far too long. Sure, they’re grateful that the Dark Knight helped establish some order in the city, but now he’s exceeded his usefulness. They kidnap him and try to do away with him, but Bruce’s resolve to see his kids again—to get back to Selina—pulls him through their tortures and he defeats this “Talon” assassin and escapes, back to the Manor.

Everyone is relieved that Bruce is alive, but the fight isn’t over yet. The Court has an ace up their sleeve.

First of all, they have more than one Talon. They have a whole army. Second, they don’t need to get at Bruce directly… there’s someone else in his inner circle whom they can manipulate.

Do you remember, waaaaaaay back in season 1, the circus Dick Grayson came from? Remember how I said they were accustomed to making some shady deals with people? Well, it wasn’t that they were coerced into doing those bad things, and they weren’t just petty criminals either… the Ringmaster is secretly a member of the Court. And John and Mary Grayson were also affiliated with them. If Dick had stayed at Haley’s Circus… if he hadn’t been adopted by Bruce… there’s a high chance that they would have scooped him up and turned him into one of their Talons.

The Court remembers all of this, and they’ve come to collect their dues. They launch an attack on Gotham, sending Talons everywhere, causing mayhem and mass destruction, separating the BatFam, and when the dust settles, Dick is nowhere to be found. Hold the wedding planning, hold everything! We’ve gotta get Dick back!

(Oh, and in case anyone was wondering why we haven’t seen other superheroes popping up in Gotham, like Superman flying in to help save the day, it’s because Gotham is an anti-superpower city. People who use superpowers get either fined or arrested.)

Anyway, back to the story. Dick gets brainwashed into doing the Court’s bidding and becoming a Talon, and through Dick, they discover Batman’s real identity. They discover EVERYONE’S secret identities! Now, the BatFamily must do everything in their power to not only get Dick back, but also take down the Court for good. Not even one person can escape and let their secrets out! Everyone—and I mean everyone—comes together for this battle, untangling the massive web of lies and deals and connections and schemes and crimes the Court has been involved with over the years, and putting an end to their regime.

The Court faces a powerful threat… there’s squabbling amongst the leaders… disorder and cacophony. That’s when one man rises above the rest. A man who’s tired of arguing. A man who doesn’t like to share power. A man who sees these Court Members as… inferior beings. He poisons everyone—all the members of the Court (not including the Talons)—and now the only person in Gotham who knows all of the Superheroes’ secret identities… is Ra’s Al Ghul. He takes command of the Talons, and of Dick, and tells Damian that his time is up. The League of Shadows has never been more powerful. And see, Damian won’t have to say goodbye to his brother, or his father, they’ll be coming with them. Willingly or otherwise. Damian can have whatever he wants, he’s going to be prince of the world soon. All they need to do is commit mass genocide! No biggie!

But Damian refuses.

It’s the single hardest decision he’s ever had to make… but he says no. He will not be the next Demon’s Head. He refuses his birthright, he refuses his destiny, and chooses to put an end to all of this insanity. He chooses life and liberty for all mankind! Not for his own sake, but for theirs!

The final battle begins. Grandfather vs grandson.

And it ends…

…with Dick being freed…

…with the Court of Owls being disbanded and dissolved…

…and with Damian putting a sword through his grandfather’s heart.

The final life of Damian Wayne. After this, he vows that he will never again steal a human life.

And now, Talia comes to him asking if he will lead the Shadows… she asks if Damian will come with her… but he says… even though it’ll be harder… and even though he still wishes Bruce and Talia weren’t separated… that he’s staying with his father. This is goodbye. Talia reminds him that this will force her hand. She will have no choice but to host the Tournament. Damian knows full well. But it’s none of his concern any longer. He goes back home with his family, ready to face his future with Bruce… and Selina.

Part 10 (FINALE) 👇

Part 8 👇

#dc #dc comics #batman #bat family #Bruce wayne #Damian wayne #robin #court of owls #talia al ghul #ra’s al ghul #the league of assassins #the league of shadows #dick grayson #nightwing #Jonathan kent #Superboy

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ninghttt · 30 days ago

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LJ AU LOREDUMP TIMEE

I think I should start off with a couple of sentences about the world building!

Jack is not the only creature from outer space whose goal is to make children happy. These beings are as numerous as the stars, yet they only come to children on Christmas Eve if they wish for a friend of all things.

I actually think it is "known" by the humans? But it’s rather a legend similar to Santa Claus or Easter Bunny. A little story for children that people don't really believe. I also want to point out that this legend is more prevalent in Europe, that just feels right 😭.

So, these beings feed off of the negative energy, which improves the spiritual health of the children. The creatures stay as long as they need to, so it can take years and decades, but they will always come to a child — their main goal is to kind of improve their mental health by devouring negative energy :D

Isaac storyline (or prequel to the main story!):

I don't want to change much in the part with Isaac, the only a couple things I want to rewrite:

1. Isaac was messed up from the very beginning. nothing too overt, but the moments where he acted too adult and slightly cruel would definitely be present.

2. Jack killed a bird, not a domestic cat. I think that the fact that he was able to grab and tear apart a wild bird, which, if anything, is much more skilled than a cat, could be a moment where it shows how much power he really has.

3. No human furniture, sorry guys 😭 it might work in other aus, but not in that one! And in general, Isaac's murders in this version would be rather careless and quick than long and torturous…

4. Jack doesn't kill Isaac. Isaac kills himself when the police find him. Jack never left the box, and only returned to outer space after his death.

So, Jack is TRAUMAIZED. He could be 100, 500, 1000 years old, but I don't think that's a normal situation for these creatures. So, Jack didn't come out of the water unscathed, his morals were "changed" by what he saw, but above all he promised himself that it wouldn't happen again. He will never be stuck with someone again until adulthood, as he did with Isaac because of trauma and then the boarding school; let alone until death.

Main storyline:

Caroline was never a particularly happy child — it was very difficult to get attention from her own parents, and she never dreamed of gifts and amusement parks because of it. It became even harder when her father cheated on her mother and ran away with a good chunk her mother's money to his mistress. Of course, she was young and didn't fully understand what was happening, but seeing her usually stable mother in a state of emotional turmoil was terrifying enough.

That Christmas she spent quietly in her room while her mother cried on her friend's shoulder. All Caroline wanted was a friend.

so POOF, the next morning a box appeared in front of her with Jack in it!! They spent several years becoming best friends, getting to know each other better and better. Although Jack was sometimes unnecessarily cold, overall everything went very well.

Until Caroline's neighbor started pestering her with questions about her "imaginary friend". Jack began to hate her, seemingly without a reason. Every time her face appeared in his field of vision, Jack did not act as usual. Sometimes you could hear the grinding of teeth behind the mask, sometimes he just froze, but only for a moment.

So over the months, Jack began to convince Caroline that her neighbor was terribly annoying and needed to be removed. This is what he learned from Isaac, anyway.

Fast-forward: They set her house on fire. The neighbor dies. No one knows it was Jack, or Caroline — They lived on the outskirts, where there were no special checks, and the case was soon closed: The woman had no relatives, and had long been considered insane. Her death was recorded as an accident.

Jack is happier than ever, while Caroline is consumed by panic and animal like fear. And then Jack begins to understand what he has done. When a year passes, two, three, and Jack has never seen a smile on her face: he's stuck, again.

Jack and Caroline began to hate each other, fighting at every opportunity: he blamed her for his lack of understanding human's mind, and she blamed him for the death of her neighbor. Jack began to become more and more cruel, his form began to change over time because of the sheer amount of the negative energy he consumed.

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At this point in this story, I'm pausing on the note where Caroline has grown up, and Jack is going crazy for putting himself in a situation where he can't leave because he's a DUMBASS and his only desire is to kill Caroline to leave faster. NO family bonding there guys 😭😭

thank you for reading <D This story was a roller coaster ride for me: I lost interest in it and then became interested again, lost faith in myself and then regained confidence in my abilities.. I FINALLY have a more or less stable and straightforward story. thank you to all who supported me!!

#sorry no silly sketches I'm tired and want people to see the complete story alreadyy 😔#the burnt house au #laughing jack #artists on tumblr #digital art #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #creepypasta au #creepypasta oc story #laughing jack rewrite #im so scarwd honestly GOD people will see this. it's not in my head anymore it's on paper WHAATTT IT'S SO SCARY 😭

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𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚!𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞

Character: Mafia!Sakusa x Civillian!Reader (Based on the poll) Genre: Mafia AU, Yandere Warnings: blood WC: 0.5k+ Writer:@white-poppie

~ Synopsis: "When Sakusa meets a kind and fearless stranger with similar taste, he can't help but fulfil their rather vicious desires."

~ Note: This is very rushed! My exams are starting soon and I wanted to gift something to you guys before I vanish *poof*

Sakusa was a level-headed man. Smart, cunning and sometimes even manipulative if he might. It wasn't a choice, it was a necessity in the profession he was in.

But right now he was submerged in the twilight zone of obsession and desire. Since he met you, he hasn’t been himself.

Sakura Kiyoomi, the leader of the Japanese Yakuza faction called ‘The Black Jackals’ has a history of distaste for humans in general. He is just slightly concerned about his hygiene and health. As a child, he suffered from a weak immune system. Therefore, as he grew older and the responsibility of the gang came upon his shoulders, he had to be even more cautious about getting sick.

He first saw you at a museum he was visiting. He liked to see his crime scene before committing the crime. He was casually looking at the pieces until one of them caught his eye. A fierce-looking woman in a black dress stood on a medieval balcony looking towards the sky. Her eyes were red and distant and her beauty was so enthralling, one could almost ignore the blood on her figure.

It was spellbinding, the way he automatically moved closer to the frame, until his chest came into contact with something soft. He looked down to see a person, brows scrunched up in distaste, but with a very unkind smile on their face.

"Apologies," he said gruffly and you were taken aback by how melodic his voice sounded unlike his clothes, which looked like he had walked straight out of a 12-year-old girl's fantasy.

"It's fine," you sighed, "you may have to be the second one mesmerized by Madame Hien's beauty."

He tilted his head in question.

"The painting," you replied. "It's called 'Madame Hien'."

He looked back up at the painting. Such exquisite artwork, surely anyone would be enamoured by it, but why were only the two of you there?

"You said the second one. What is that supposed to mean?"

You smiled and looked ahead. "Madame Hien has a reputation for being cursed." You crossed your elbows and looked back at him.

He piped, "aren't you scared?"

"What is there to be scared of? Its a painting, art is supposed to make the comfortable uncomfortable. The artist wanted to make it famous by spreading this rumour however unlike other 'haunted paintings', luck didn't side this one. It didn't become famous."

A deep laugh reverberated through his chest. "such a shame, a masterpiece like this in a secluded corner of a tiny museum owned by the government."

You chuckled at his words, "You talk like an anti-communist during the world wars."

He crossed his hands behind his back, "It's a shame really, this painting deserves so much more than this."

You sighed longingly, "sometimes I wish it had a better place to exist."

You look at her black dress, "wish someone would be kind enough to steal it from this godforsaken place."

He smirked and looked towards you, "for an ideal citizen , you talk really dark."

You smiled and answered, "perhaps, law is there to break anyways."

"So hypothetically if I ever plan on doing something illegal, can I count you in?"

"A hundred percent!" you laughed and fished for your business car, "feel free to call me if you ever want to do something illegal."

Sakusa was hesitant to feel another human's touch, but he agreed, "got you."

You looked at your watch in a hurry, "oh no I have a meeting in an hour!"

Quickly you started heading towards the gate, before stopping dead in your tracks, "wait I never asked your name."

He hesitated as he stared at the floor quietly. "Kiyoomi." He said without mentioning his family name.

You flashed him a smile, "Y/N L/N."

BREAKING NEWS: 'Minor painting in the city museum was stolen. The painting titled, 'Madame Hein' which was infamous for cursing those who saw it, has been stolen. The bizarre fact os that the CCTV footage of the entire day of the museum has been erased completely. The thief left the following message graffitied on the museum wall where the painting used to be.

"It's in a better place now, stranger. See you soon." -- K

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