#fic: glass houses

[butchreyes]

wip wednesday again... my first week of university has been so crazy. as we speak i'm preparing to bring my fanfiction to the creative writing professor to convince her to let me join her class. what's wrong with me.

tagged by @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @emsprovisions and @paperstorm <33

“You can lie to the cops, and you can lie to me, but you can’t lie to what’s already inside you. That level of delusion is not a privilege we can afford.” “I know, okay?” Carlos crumples. He lands hard on the carpet, pulling his knees up to his chest and sobbing into them. “I already said I was sorry.” Fuck. He does this, he knows. Takes things too far, hurts people worse than they deserve. TK crosses the room and sits down next to Carlos. He winces as he hits the floor, thin frame unforgiving against the hardness of it, his bones already aching. He looks at Carlos— considers telling him it’s okay, considers touching his shoulder, something equally comforting. “I lied to you too, you know,” he finally says. Carlos barely looks up. He continues, “I didn’t break up with my boyfriend. He dumped me.” “Really,” Carlos sniffs. “But you’re so nice.” A smile cracks through his tears, and TK knocks their shoulders together. “Fuck off,” he says. “Yeah. I don’t know, apparently I’m a lot to put up with.” Carlos doesn’t dispute this, not that TK really expected him to. There’s a rational part of him that knows he’s put Carlos through just as much crap as Carlos has put him through. TK goes on, “Sorry about today. And for being a dick just now. I’ve kind of been going through a lot of personal shit.” Carlos nods. “I wouldn’t blame you, if you wanted to quit. I’d get it.” “Are you kidding?” he says. He looks at Carlos’s wet, helpless face. Their bodies press together all the way down. “Look, I wasn’t bullshitting you. I’m in this, Carlos. And if you don’t want people to know you’re gay… We’ll figure something else out. I’m not going anywhere.” He reaches into Carlos’s lap and takes his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Okay,” Carlos says.

a little longer than what i usually post but it just seemed like a good chunk. trust and believe this is not even close to the juiciest thing i've written for this fic in the last week.

tagging @carlos-in-glasses and @reyesstrand

[xhunnybeeex]

Kinktober post 3 

Black lipstick 

(TW//: NSFW content, force-feminization, mommy kink, degradation, slight dacryphilia, makeup on a male character, goth! Reader, Sub! Sam, female pet names, nipple play,)    

Sam always has an interest in your makeup. Watching you adoringly as you tried out different gothic styles. It was really no surprise to you when you walk into your bathroom to find him trying it out for himself. 

You open the door, eyeing him as he spreads black cream across his lips. He turns around quickly, leaving a black streak to rub onto his cheek. “Y/n it’s not what it looks like, I’m sorry.” He pleads. You giggle at the sound of him sounding so guilty. “”Why should you be sorry, everyone deserves to feel pretty.” you smile. His face turns from panic to confusion in a matter of seconds.

You push Sam to sit on your sink counter. He obeys like a dog for you. Always has, and probably always will. “You wanna try some makeup on.” You ask kindly. His cheeks heat up and sheepishly nods, avoiding your gaze. You chuckle quietly and lift his chin up to look at you. You  pick up a cotton pad, covering it in micellar water and clearing off all the smudged makeup. 

He sits there quietly,  watching his lap. “Is there a certain look you want me to do on you baby?” You ask gently, taking out a couple things before you get started. “Can you um.. Can you do the one you did the other day? With the blue glitter?” he asks humbly. You smile and hiss his cheek. “Of course. Just close your eyes for me.” He obeys immediately, fluttering his eyes closed just for you. 

Sam sits on your counter patiently, humming Altar De Fey and tapping his fingers against his jeans. You cover his eyelids in black and blue eyeshadow, spreading the colors until they mix the way you want. “Open” you ask quietly.  His eyes flicker open and he sees you holding eyeliner and mascara. He’s timmed and flinches as you start to put the pencil towards his eye. You pull back and offer him a comforting smile. His demeanor changes and you slowly go black to smearing eyeliner under his eyes and applying mascara. 

You touch up his messily put on lipstick and snap on the cap. “You're done!” you announce to him. He quickly stands to his feet, looking at himself in your mirror and admiring your work, and the way he looks. “I look pretty,” he says quietly. You smile as you hold your arms around his waist. 

“I’m glad you like it.” You say, leaving soft kisses up his neck. “Thank you.” his hands are gripping the counter as he watches you from the mirror. “Thank you..?” He recognizes your tone instantly, it sends shocks up his spine. “Thank you mommy.” He breathes out. You gently bite down on his neck and his knuckles begin to turn white. “Why don't you try something on for me, yeah?” He nods eagerly and you pull him into your bedroom. You sit him on your bed and walk over to your dresser. “Take those off for me okay.” you command as you shuffle through your drawers. 

You turn back around to see him fully stripped for you. You smile in approval and hold out a pair of black lace underwear. They arent your black panties, you know that wouldn’t be able to hold him, but a cute pair for him to try on. He eyes them delicately and slides them up his thighs. He looks at himself through your floor length mirror hanging on your door. His breath is heavy in his throat. His mouth lays open, his tongue almost hanging out,  but words aren't able to come out. 

You kneel down in front of him. Up bite on his thigh and he whines and goes to hold onto your shoulders, but he knows better than to touch you without permission. “Go ahead pretty girl, you can touch.” Sam's hands instantly move to your hair, tangling his fingers into it.You lick up his lace-covered bulge, salt covering your tongue and he pulls your hair and whimpers in response. Your spit and his precum leaves the panties wet. “My girl’s so soaked for me.” 

You take his cock out of the lace and fold the underwear to the side, licking a stripe up his thigh . Your hand moves up to hold his balls as your mouth moves to the head of his cock, so close where he feels your breath on him, cooling his precum that's spilling. He whines and bucks his hips up. He’s needy and frustrated. He’s been a good boy for you, and he expects his reward for doing so. You laugh at his eagerness and squeeze his balls. “Don't be a brat.” His hips go back into their former position and you release your grip. You move your mouth up and swirl your tongue around his nipple. Pulling and tugging the nub between your teeth. 

“You’re so pathetic for me, you’re all needy for me, you like being all dolled up for me? Being called a beautiful girl?” You degrade. He's a whining mess under you and he nods, helpless. “Yes mommy, I've been a good girl for you, just, please.” He pants. You give in and wrap your 

Lips around his tip, pushing your head down his length. 

Sam lets out a loud, whiney moan and one hand gripping your hair the other tangled in the sheets. Your hand continues to squeezes his balls, leaving sam overstimulated. His cock twitches in your mouth and you pull off of him. “Don't come yet, I will tell you when you're allowed.” He nods and squeezes his eyes shut. “Yes, mommy.” his mascara drips down his cheeks as tears puddle in his eyes, only encouraging you more. “Don’t cry pretty girl, you're smudging your makeup.” 

You move your mouth quicker around Sam and you tap his thigh. He knows what this means from previous times and he immediately is spilling his come into your mouth. You swallow his come, his dick still in your mouth. You suck your spit off of his cock and pull him out of your mouth. Sam falls back onto your bed, panting and sensitive. “Let's get you cleaned up baby girl.”

AN//: Hey lovers! Third kinktober is finally here!! please enjoy and let me know if you would like to be added to the current tag list. stay horny and safe <3 - beee!

[nananooti]

YALL NEED TO MAKE MORE STEPHEN GLASS FICS AMD SAM MONROE FICS, PLEASEEE!! IM BEGGING.

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LOOK AT THEM AND TELL ME YOU DONT WANT TO WRITE A WHOLE FANTASY ABT THEM, DONT LIE TO ME

[athina-blaine]

kb/ms is truly transcendental yaoi, spectacular, amazing, 10/10, no notes ... from the perspective of a mithrun enjoyer

as a kabru enjoyer, however...

I'll start off by saying that of course Kabru doesn't want or need a romantic relationship to be fulfilled, especially not with a white man, none of them do, it's all non-canon, Dungeon Meshi isn't about romance or shipping, yes yes yes, but none of us are here for that right now!! We're here to fruitlessly argue why my blorbos kissing makes more sense than your blorbos kissing!! You know it, I know it, none of us are free of cringe!! Clown on clown violence!!

That being said ... 🤡

I just don't see what Kabru gets out of kb/ms. With Mithrun, it makes sense; Kabru has a huge impact on him and ultimately helps him reaffirm his will to live. That's very exquisite drama and excellent character writing. But with Kabru, I just don't feel that Mithrun's character interacts with his personal flaws and would instigate his growth anywhere close to the same degree. I have to imagine most fics involving them focus more on Mithrun's baggage and how Kabru helps him heal from that ... because that's mostly all that happens between them in the main story, lol!

And like, that makes sense, because ultimately chapters 61-62 aren't about Kabru and Mithrun; they're about Kabru working through his conflicted feelings in helping Laios conquer the dungeon. I think it's ironic seeing people complain about kb/ms having Kabru be Mithrun's accessory when, if anything, Mithrun's main narrative purpose, outside of illustrating the danger of the Winged Lion, is to serve as Kabru's obstacle. I'd even argue Mithrun represents Kabru's personal bad ending; Mithrun wants him to kill Laios and surrender the dungeon to the canaries, preventing the short-lived races from ever understanding how dungeons function and returning to the status quo that had gotten Utaya destroyed. It's only when Laios practically forces Kabru, straight up puts his thumbs to the screws, to work past his reticence and be emotionally vulnerable that Kabru finally puts himself on the right path to achieve his goals (it's, uh, still a bit of a bumpy ride, but they get there in the end, lol!). If he'd been this way with Laios from the beginning, he might have understood Laios' intentions from the start and saved himself a lot of pain, but it's only because of Laios' influence that Kabru is able to grow as a character and get his happy ending.

(And even if one were a Mithrun enjoyer, ultimately the main source of Mithrun's life affirmation comes from the canaries. In that final scene, Kabru gets the ball rolling because he's outside of the canary hierarchy, but the scene ends with Mithrun being embraced by the canaries and as far as I'm aware the two don't interact with or reference each other post canon at all. Hell, it's Senshi who really drives the point home. Not that it matters when we're all wearing shipping goggles here, but it felt remiss not to mention it.)

At most, I can see how taking care of Mithrun would force Kabru to reexamine how poorly he takes care of his own body and that could make for some good drama. But even then, that change is ultimately instigated by Laios' influence on him, an extension of how Kabru wants to understand how Laios can see the value in monsters in an attempt to better understand his own trauma. If a person were to get into Dungeon Meshi specifically for Kabru and wanted to ship him with someone in a way that's most interesting for him, I'd be hard-pressed to argue there's a better choice than Laios (although who'd be cringe enough to do something like that haha right guys ... [sweating])

(Side note, though, I really don't vibe with the argument that kb/ms "reduces Kabru to a caretaker role" and that's why it's bad. There's plenty of instances where Kabru shoulders his friends' burdens (helps Kuro learn common tongue, listens to Daya's fiance about his relationship troubles, etc) and, more importantly, is seemingly happy to do so. I think Kabru genuinely enjoys looking after his friends and in the story seems to find plenty of personal satisfaction getting Mithrun to eat. I understand it has the potential to be more troubling considering Kabru is a brown man and Mithrun is a white man, but idk, it just feels on the same level as people trying to discount labru by saying Laios wouldn't take enough of an interest in people to want to start a romantic relationship, when his whole thing is that he does want to connect with people and just feels like he can't. It's not a bone I feel like picking, haha)

I honesty don't mind characters being "mischaracterized" in fandom or fic even to a large degree, I know it bugs a lot of people but I respect that ultimately fandom is little more than picking up the vague outline of a doll and playing with it and mashing their faces together. Besides, if I'm really worked up about it I can just write a fic and set the record straight myself, haha. This post is merely inspired by the supremely annoying subsection of twitter that acts like labru is the ship where it's just two dudes sitting in a room together. I'm just saying, Kabru ends the series whispering into the ear of another man as his day job and it's not Mithrun lmao

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

One big, happy family/s

[peeledstrawberry]

Once again thinking about how dismissing Jason's actions or feelings with "pit rage" is just calling him hysterical. If you even care :/

"Omg nooo Bruce didn't replace you and use you as a cautionary tale, you're literally overreacting thanks to the pit madness :( we're going to drug you now so you'll be more calm. What do you mean you'll go down kicking and screaming? Ugh, you always try to start something. We're doing this for your own good of course!! It's cause we love you <3 now be a good little victim and get back in the glass case"

[blankfairy]

Finn Flint in All Things Devour

" all your secrets lie in pieces on the floor, crowding the corners of the rooms that you adore. "

Finn has lived his entire life believing it to be one wrong after the next: born a woman, born without a leg; intelligent far beyond his years yet second-born to a brother and barred from the Citadel for having the wrong parts. Dam to a bastard who was forced upon him and lady mother to a pathetic boy that reminds him of everything he is not.

In King's Landing, Finn has found a fragile peace in his husband, Larys Strong, who cares not for what he calls himself and fondly names him little lord, and his companion, Queen Alicent Hightower, who he serves as a 'lady'-in-waiting. Even his son, Trystane Strong, has learned not to bother him anymore. This fragility is destroyed, like a child crushing bugs, when Samsa Waters, his bastard daughter, comes to court and makes it her mission to know her mother.

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Other links: Character tag. Toyhouse. Pinterest.

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[feral-roach]

working on a tgs/toh (the glass scientist/the owl house) crossover fic hear me out

hunter decides to remain in the human realm okay?? and he discovers he can craft palismen there (don’t ask how idfk) and he eventually hears about the society and is like “oh damn lemme get a bite of that” you feel me?

currently cooking this shit up

[blueskyscribeupdates]

Just updated Life in Glass Houses :)

[divinemare]

Masterlist

ACOTAR

acotar oc’s

acotar oc couples

acotar oc’s incorrect quotes

azriel

rhys

nyx archeron

requests open

FOURTH WING

fourth wing ocs

fourth wing oc couples

liam mairi

brennan sorrengail

xaden riorson

requests open

CRESCENT CITY

soon to come

requests open

THRONE OF GLASS

soon to come

requests open

[oldmanffucker]

I wonder what Robert Sean Leonard’s eye prescription is ………… ..

[butchreyes]

here we are!!! things are heating up for tk and carlos... a little snippet for now, and hopefully tonight i'll finish writing this scene!

tagged by my lovely @strandnreyes and @carlos-in-glasses

It serves him right. He’s spent all day wishing Carlos weren’t so needy. That he could do something, anything, without TK’s approval. Well, now he has, and this is where it got them. He sure picked a hell of a time to grow a pair of balls. TK storms out into the hallway. He starts opening doors at random, each one revealing an identical, empty interview room. “Carlos?” He calls. “Carlos?” He makes his way through every room, until only one door remains unopened— the one at the very end of the hallway. “Stop,” Washington orders. She puts her open palm on his chest. “Your client already gave his consent to be hooked up to the polygraph. If you go in there you could startle him and risk skewing the rest of the results. There’s a reason they make me watch from another room.” “Well?” TK asks her. “How’s he doing?” Washington sighs. “Murphy, the guy running the test— he flashes me a signal for every truth. You wanna know how many times I’ve seen that signal?” He really, really doesn’t. “Tell me.” “Once,” she says. “When he asked your client his name.”

what can i say.... i think if we hooked carlos up to a polygraph in canon, he'd fail that too. that man is the king of evasive maneuvers.

tagging: @paperstorm @reyesstrand @emsprovisions @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet

[nesssaysokai]

“ It’s just one more, darlin’ , but I don’t think you’ll forgive me for this one. “

really messy doodle based on @screamingshark’s recent glass houses chapter ! i’m really enjoying the story so far gkgkg i can’t wait to see what comes next c:

couldn’t choose which trigun design to give the pretty plant, but i decided on a mix of both trimax & stampede <33

[live-the-fangirl-life]

Trust Me, it'll be Fun

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn

“It’s just a spooky clock chiming at the incorrect time while all the lights are off and strange footsteps are creeping up the stairs, in a house that won’t let us leave.”

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Halloween Prompts

2053 words

*****

Whoever had the brilliant idea of sneaking into the decrepit, supposedly haunted house the weekend before Halloween needed some serious help. Aelin. 

Whoever forgot to give out snack instructions that resulted in no one bringing any food or drinks with them needed to get it together. Rowan

Whoever raided the cabinets and found an old bottle of Crème de Menthe and thought it would be a good idea to pass it around needed to find something better to do with their time than cause chaos. Fenrys. 

Whoever complained the entire time that they needed new friends needed to suck it. Lorcan.

And somehow, that was how they ended up separated – Aedion and Lysandra off to the kitchen, Fenrys gods-know-where, and Elide and Lorcan finally joining Aelin and Rowan in the foyer, arguing about leaving or staying. The front door was open and she could see the steps leading down to the path outside.

“Fireheart, c’mon, can we just call it a night?” Rowan sighed, crossing his arms. “We’ve been here for hours now, it's just an old house. There’s nothing spooky about it other than the fact that it's falling apart.”

“Rowan, we said we would spend the night here.” She argued half-heartedly.

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “How are we supposed to stay here all night with no food or water?”

Laughing, Aelin stepped closer and rested her hands on his crossed arms. “You say that like we're stranded on some desert island.”

“At least on an island, we wouldn’t have to hear your cousin and Lysandra making out in the next room.”

“My cousin,” she scoffed, “your friend is only ‘my cousin’ he annoys you.”

The sounds from the next room came again and she winced as Rowan’s brows shot up in vindication.  

“I’m with Rowan,” Elide spoke up, walking toward the couple with her fiancé a step behind her. “Let’s just go.”

“Really?” Aelin spun towards her friend who shrugged. “You too?”

“I didn’t even really want to come.”

“What? Why did you then?” the blonde asked curiously.

“Because you’re my friend,” Elide laughed and bumped her shoulder with Aelin’s. “And I thought you might die otherwise and I needed to see you in your last moments to give you a passable eulogy.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” Aelin smiled, ignoring the sound of Lorcan scoffing. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I did.” Elide snorted. “And you said trust me, it’ll be fun!”

“Famous last words,” Rowan muttered, rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall next to Lorcan.

“I’m sorry El,” she really did look it. “I get ramped up with Halloween.”

“I know, babes,” her friend patted her arm with a small smile, “I know.”

“Are we leaving or not?” Lorcan cut it, earning a glare form Aelin and an eyeroll for Elide.

“Fine,” Aelin huffed. “But I’m doing this for Elide, not for you Salvaterre.”

“Goody,” he deadpanned.

She went to walk out the door but paused at the top of the stairs. There was something that she couldn’t put her finger on…

“Something’s blocking the porch,” Aelin said.

Elide stared at her. “What do you mean something’s blocking the porch?”

A gust of wind blew the door shut behind her and Aelin whipped around at the sound, backing up until her back hit Rowan’s chest.  

“I mean,” she explained, wrapping her arms around herself and glancing warily around the old house. “I tried to walk down the porch steps and I couldn’t.”

“What? You suddenly forgot how to walk down stairs, Galathynius?” Lorcan laughed and rolled his eyes, leaning back against the wall and letting his head hit the wood.

“No, you little shit—” she whirled on him, pointing a finger.

Rowan stepped in between them before they could get any closer to each other. Aelin shook off her boyfriend’s exasperated stare and tried explaining again.

“What I mean is that I tried to leave this house, and something stopped me,” she looked around at her friends and stressed, “like I physically couldn’t get to the bottom of the stairs.”

Elide forced out a weak laugh. “Ha ha, okay, very funny. You got me. Now can we cut it out and leave?” She stepped closer to Lorcan.

Aelin met her gaze and repeated, “I’m not kidding.”

“I may be a wimp when it comes to Halloween, but I’m not an idiot.” The smaller girl huffed. “You’re really playing up the whole haunted house thing, and you know what? Props to you. You did good.” She began a slow clap that brought a smirk to Lorcan’s face. “Now drop it.”

Rowan walked past them straight for the door and pulled on the door handle. The wood creaked against the effort.

“Cut it out, Whitethorn,” Lorcan griped when the door didn’t budge.

“Uh…” Rowan tried again, this time visibly straining as he pulled on the old door. “It’s not me.”

“Fucking hell.” Lorcan gritted out, slotting Elide next to Aelin as he took Rowan’s place and pulled. And pulled. And pulled. He gripped the handle and used his entire body weight, but it didn’t move.

“What the fuck?”

*****

“’Let’s go to a haunted house’ they said, ‘It's Halloween’ they said,” Aelin began pacing around the hall. “’It’ll be fun’, they said.”

“Don’t you dare pretend like you weren’t the one saying those things,” Aedion barked at her. He and Lysandra found their way back to the front hall when they heard their friends’ yelling.

“Oh, shut up,” she waved off her cousin and tried to think.

“Has anyone tried any of the other doors?” Lysandra asked. “Or windows, or whatever?”

“Okay,” Aelin perked up. “Lys and Aedion take the second floor, Rowan and I will search this floor, and Ellie, you and your guard dog take the attic.”

“Oh fuck no!” Elide protested. “You take the creepy attic, Lorcan and I will take the ground floor.”

“Not gonna correct the guard dog thing?” Rowan smirked at his friend. All he got back was a deadpan glare.

“Fine!” Aelin threw her hands up. “You two take this floor; Rowan and I have the attic.”

“Why are we looking in the attic at all?” Rowan asked, crossing his arms. “Even if there is a window, and even if we can get it open, it would still be three stories up and way too dangerous to escape from.”

Everyone stared at him, blinking, while he tried to find someone to see his point. Finally, Aelin huffed, “This is no time for common sense, Ro.”

He scrubbed a hand down his face and grumbled, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Okay!” Elide chirped, looking a little manic. “We each take a floor, look for anything that can help, and we meet back here in twenty minutes, yeah?”

A chorus of yeahs and okays and I’m going to kill you when we get out of here, Galathynius echoed throughout the group.

“And for the love of god,” Rowan pleaded, “somebody fucking find Moonbeam.”

They all split up, taking a different section of the house. Aelin and Rowan took their time walking up the stairs to the attic, each shift in the wood sending nerves rocketing through them. When they got to the top, they shared a look before Aelin pressed her hand to the door and pushed, letting in swing in and immediately outlining the silhouette of a figure staring right at them.

Three different screams echoed in the small hallway, each higher pitched than the last.

“Stop hitting me!” Fenrys shrieked under the barrage of Aelin’s fists. At the sound of his voice, Aelin pulled back, heart racing and chest heaving, finally shining the flashlight they’d grabbed in her friend’s face.

“Fenrys?!” she hissed, “You almost gave me a heart attack! What are you doing up here?”

She could feel Rowan’s erratic heart beating from where her back met his chest, as Fenrys stared at the pair like they were the crazy ones.

“Looking for these,” he lifted his hands and she saw the two bottles he was holding. “I knew a place like this would have more booze hidden around.”

“And you thought they’d be in the attic?” Rowan asked incredulously.

“Obviously,” Fenrys rolled his eyes. “And they were, so,” he shrugged.

“Gods, whatever,” Aelin pushed passed the blond and walked further into the dark and dusty room. A single swinging light bulb illuminated the space as the three of them looked around.

“What are you two doing up here?” Fenrys shot back.

“Looking for a way out,” Rowan didn’t elaborate.

Snorting, Fenrys mimicked, “And you thought you’d find it in the attic?”

Before either of them could reply, a loud chime sounded from the dilapidated grandfather clock that was pushed against a far wall. They whirled around. Aelin ended up in front of both guys, her fists raised while Rowan reached for the closest weapon he could find and Fenrys cradled the bottle of whiskey to his chest.

They had barely had a chance to wonder how a broken clock was chiming when they heard the stairs begin to creak.

“What are you gonna do, Whitethorn?” Fenrys hissed, “Sweep a ghost to death?”

Risking a glance behind her, Aelin saw Rowan clutching a broom between his hands and gripping it like a baseball bat. She elbowed Fenrys and hissed, “A ghost is already dead, dumbass.”

“Hey,” he hissed back. “Don’t call me a dumbass what it was your dumb ass that got all of our dumb asses here in the first place, dumbass.”

“Will you please stop saying dumbass?” Rowan hissed.

Aelin shot a triumphant look at Fenrys. “Yeah, dumbass.”

“For fucks sake…”

The lone lightbulb began flickering, immediately shutting all of them up. They could still hear the stairs creaking, the sound getting closer and closer every second.

“We’re going to die,” Fenrys breathed.

“It’s fine,” Aelin’s voice came out tinny and shaking.

“The fuck you mean it's fine?!”

“It’s fine,” she said again in that same choked squeak. “It’s just a spooky clock chiming at the incorrect time while all the lights are off and strange footsteps are creeping up the stairs, in a house that won’t let us leave.”

She felt both sets of eyes land on her and knew that if she looked at either man they would be looking at her as if she had lost her mind.

“How. Are. You. So. Calm?”

She forced a laugh, but it sounded more like a strained grunt. “Oh, because, none of this is real.”

“Uh,” Rowan’s voice came from her right, “It’s very real.”

“No,” she repeated, clearing her through and drawing in a breath. “You see, if it were real then you would see a Me-shaped hole in that door. But we can’t leave this house, which means I can’t escape, which means that it isn’t real.”

There was a beat of silence before Fenrys said, “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve been listening to myself speak for twenty-five years.”

Rowan breathed, “Your denial both impresses and astounds me.”

“Thank you,” she breathed just as quietly. Glancing quickly between them, she asked, “Run?”

“Run.” Rowan nodded.

Another best passed and the three of them raced down the steps, screaming at whoever was coming towards them. They made it to the main floor before realizing they hadn’t run into anyone on their way down.

*****

The twenty-four-hour diner’s fluorescent lights lit up the group of seven friends who were huddled together in a booth, silently replaying the night's events in their heads.

“So,” Elide’s voice cracked, and she cleared her throat before continuing, her soft voice sounding almost obscenely loud in the near-empty diner, “What did we learn tonight?”

Groans echoed around the table.

Aedion spoke up first, “Run if you ever hear Aelin say, ‘Trust me, it’ll be fun.’”

A quiet fuck you followed but was drowned out by Lysandra who added, trailing a finger down the side of her water glass following a drop of condensation as it hit the table. “Crème de Menthe and Absinthe look way too similar. Way. Too. Similar.”

“When a door won’t open it's probably a Push, and not being supernaturally barricaded by ghosts,” Rowan groaned.

“That next time we do this, we better have snacks,” Aelin mumbled, staring a hole into the table.

“Next time?!”

*******

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[pre-gala]

Ted couldn't help but envy his twin sometimes. He was pretty lucky in ways Felix never even seemed to notice. Lucky in other ways? No, that would be an outright lie. But in his sense of fashion, his taste for higher class clothing, and etiquette, and language, and... all that other stuff Ted personally found boring-- were all things Fe absolutely thrived in. Ted only barely managed to learn it just because he was going to inherit their father's company, and even then, he'd hated every second. Felix on the other hand, had no reason to learn it better than Ted ever could, but he did. He had a real talent for it. And it was probably another case of doing it in the hopes he'd earn their dad's favour for once, but Ted could tell Felix did actually enjoy that stuff too.

The kindergala again... Ted shifted himself on the couch he was sitting on. --Well, 'sitting' was the wrong word. He never liked sitting still for too long with the restless energy he had, and now he was hanging upside down, back draping over the cushions, legs up on the backrest. 

It was a shame that Penny couldn't come this time. Something about being busy with the numerous afterschool stuff she'd begun taking up, and Ted understood. After all, he had MMA, music lessons, and business classes, but that was enough to juggle with the gala going on too. Besides, he could probably plan some other date with Penny, just the two of them. That'd be nice. But he was really hoping he could go on a double date, now that Felix was finally ready to ask someone out this time. No matter; he was gonna wingman the heck outta him and Ozzy, and hopefully they'd have as great of a time as Penny and himself had. ...The last thing he wanted was to see his twin sad. Yeah, no, Ted had already decided this gala was gonna be fun no matter what!!!

But still, Ted didn't entirely want to come alone either. It was a masquerade party this time around, wasn't it? ...It was kind of a no brainer as to which one of his friends would enjoy that the most.

Calling up Alice to invite her turned into a nice conversation, which turned into Ted immediately setting off to go to her house. She was such a creative person, always bursting with ideas he'd never even thought of. All he did was complain about the dress code, how much he hated wearing stiff, fancy tuxes and suits. He had plenty of those in his closet, thanks to the typical Huxley dinner parties and company balls that Ted was forced to attend as the son that Mr. Huxley had put all his hopes on since the moment of his birth. Eugh. But he really liked Alice's ideas-- much preferred them, really-- And she mentioned having some clothing in her possession that might work.

"Why not wear something else?" Alice had suggested during the phone call, "If you don't enjoy wearing formal clothing, then don't. It is a masquerade, yes? Masks are an important part of the attire, indeed, but that's just one component of it. Costumes are another big part of it. Actual costumes, not just suits and ties; although there is a lot of that in the modern day."

Ted blinked. That was news to him. "Like, Halloween costumes?"

"...Hm, well, somewhat?" Ted could hear Alice's voice teetering on how to answer that, "Sure, I suppose. Like Halloween costumes, but with a level of decorum."

"So no dressing in Spongebob foam suits?"

"I suppose you could. I don't see why anyone would stop you, but traditionally, no." Alice rejected solemnly, not even a hint of getting out of character, refined and composed, "Regrettably, Spongebob was not invented long 'til the eve of the 20th century. But I am sure aristocrats would have loved to have Spongebob costumes as their main mode of dress for masquerades, had that materialized in their time." Ted stifled a laugh as he listened to Alice continue on, "No, no, I have a proposal which should find you leagues better."

"Oh?" Ted asked, moving to sit right-side up on top of the couch's back, trying to see if he could fit in between the space between the couch and the wall (He could not). "I'm all ears!"

He could practically hear the way Alice's eyes sparkled when she got really into her fantasy, fae court, riddling, bone god roleplay kinds of scenarios she'd get super into. Especially when other people played along. "I beseech that you should don yourself a rogue of yore. One who is stealthy, perceptive, and skilled. Agile, cunning, and quick-witted-- Such a role is what would contend best to the likes of you, Theodore Huxley."

Even after knowing Alice since kindergarten four years ago, he still sometimes struggled to understand her fancy-speak. This however, actually wasn't too bad this time. "A rogue? I know what that is! Those are, like, the thief guys in D&D, right?" Ted thought about it some more, nodding to himself, "I bet they dress pretty comfy, 'cause they gotta move around a lot, too. Yeah! That sounds perfect for me! ...Uh, so, how do they dress anyway? Are they fancy enough for the gala?"

"I can exert my magic, if you wish it, to add some ‘fancy’ elements necessary. Depart for my dwelling, and you shall be bestowed garments fit for Robin Hood himself. Certainly, I have something in here to spare. Some old costuming from plays, and whatnot." Alice paused for a second, "...And you've already set off, haven't you? The wind whispers so."

Oh. She could hear the wind through his cellphone. "Right, sorry. It is pretty windy today, huh...? That's distracting. Tell you what, we can just talk more when I get to your place! See you then!"

"Then I await your presence. Godspeed." Alice hung up. And Ted was already on his way, glad he finally didn't have to wear some stupid stuffy Huxley outfit to a fancy party for once.

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK, a silverVdyne fic | 21k words, rated E |

chapters one | two | three | four | epilogue | playlist

summary: It’s been months since V brought Johnny back from beyond the Blackwall into his own new, cloned body. Physically, Johnny’s recovered. He goes out and does the odd gig with V. Everything’s going relatively fine for a former dead man.

It’s just, now that he’s in his own body, Kerry doesn’t want to see him anymore.

Inspired by @m0cktails artwork

tags: silverdyne, silvervdyne, hurt/comfort, johnny silverhand has a body, post-canon, false memories,