#god curtain you evil bitch

[clubsheartsspades]

YOU'RE WRITING ABOUT THEM BEING IN ADS? I'm cackling

care to share an excerpt or something? /nf

Sure! I'm actually writing about their just everyday lives back when their Citizens were still around. Stuff like filming and taking pictures for advertisements, discussions and projects with the councils in their cities, iterator work groups, all of this XD

It's called The Affairs of Mundane Gods and it's obviously 99% just speculation and headcanons. Mundane Gods is also a side-by-side comparison to my Evil Moon AU (The Affairs of Vengeful Gods), where you get to see what everyday life should be for them, and in the evil AU it's like to what it has come after some drastic and gruesome things happened...

And here's an excerpt of Pebbles being a little shit about being used as an ad prop:

“Too late. [Moon] is sending for her tailors and will be ready shortly.” One of his own tailors stepped away and left the second one to tie his shawl around his shoulders – not his neck, they had learned from the first time Pebbles had picked and pulled on the ornate ribbon. He did not enjoy the feeling of fabric so close to the rubber of his joints. Once the last tailor deemed him dressed up enough, they started to roll up the privacy curtain that had separated him from the so called “extraordinary product line” he was to be advertising. They looked rather ordinary to him. Cans of sweet liquids and ornate masks hand-painted in colours corresponding to those on the can labels. “My Esteemed Iterator”, Flower Stems, Seven Seeds Below gestured to the pedestal the cans and masks rested upon, “these are Products Only and Exclusively to be sold in the City of Five Pebbles, the Honoured and Revered Looks to the Moon might Not Want to falsely Claim a Connection to—” “If I have to do this, so does Moon.” He raised himself up on his umbilical arm and moved then forwards and closer to him. As his head of Outside Affairs, Pebbles had expected Flower Seeds to be responsible for negotiations with other cities, not advertisements. “And I have seen the data, after my unveiling all products that had the pictures of both me and Moon next to each other on them sold much better and reached higher ratings of satisfaction. It should be in your best interests to get my sister into the video together with me.”

He's going to do it, but he will be annoying about it. He also doesn't appreciate that a lot of these products are advertised with lies like "makes you feel better" and he's like "Bitch, this is water with extra water and sugar." but that's a whole different thing XD

[dayfaresthenight]

Jackie's Bio!!!

(TWs for disassociation, Substance abuse, suicide, and allusions, but no explicit mentions of NSFW topics.) Blue is Jackie, Black is Me.)

Name: Jackie!!!

Alt Names: Moriarty!!! (Aculia)

Special Titles: The Grand Archmage, The Mage In The Tower, the Woman behind the curtain, the heroine of Archalia!

Username: JackieMoriarty111

Nicknames: Jack, "That bitch.".

Chronological Age: 18 Physically. Timeloops have distorted her mind, lost track of the plot a whiles ago.

Age: 20 (I stopped aging when I finished the story!)

Pronouns: Any/All, IDC honestly!!! Lean more feminine though.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Gender: Cisgender

Species: 100% Human!~

Disorders: None!!! (Bipolar Depression, C-PTSD, Generalized Anxiety, Impostor Syndrome, Pathological Lying, Hypersexuality)

Physical Disabilities: None!!! (Underweight, Chronic Pain in Right Arm, Poor Vision)

Active Addictions: I dunno! I'm willing to try about anything, but I wouldn't call myself addicted to it. (She gets addicted very easily.)

Religion: God is just a fancy word for "OP."

Job: Scholar, Mage Tutor, Super Evil World destoryer

Major: Arcane Studies! (Never got to finish it.)

Lives in: My cool tower!!!

Languages: English, Angelic, Demonic, Feyish, uuuuuuh, a few ciphers… know I'm forgetting something… Oh yes, French!

Height: 5'2

Regular: Caucasian Human

Accent: Like one of those really loud annoying anime dub girl voices!!! (A somewhat soft English accent, when she isn't faking it.)

Powers: Astral Projection, Time Manipulation, Puppetering, Elemental Magic, Character Creation, Illusions, Alchemy… A few other things too, but why would I tell everything to you?

Weaknesses: None!!! I'm too strong!!! (Her old memories, warding seals, emotionally stable people.)

Weapons: None! (Because she stinks at physical combat.) (NO, I DON'T!!!!)

Wands: Uhhh, which do you need? I have a lot of them.

Alignment: Chaotic Good (formerly Lawful Good.)

Text Color: BLUE!!!

Main Hobbies: I like learning about new magic, long walks on the beach, puppeteering, traveling to new worlds, and alchemy! Sometimes I'll even dress up as NPCs in worlds and pretend to be a regular person.

Favorite Food: Donuts!

Favorite Flower: Roses (…)

Scent: Smells like Grapes! And maybe a little bit of Ash too…

Handedness: Right!

Blood Color: Red! Duuuh.

Awareness: VERY AWARE!!! AND ITS VERY VERY VERY POSITIVE ON ME!!! (Effect: Very Negative.)

Birthday: JUNE 21ST! Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: People make up all kinds of lies about me all the time; don't listen to them. (Refuses to acknowledge anything past a certain point in her life.)

Special Interests: Magic, Chess, High Fantasy, Writing

Stims: jumping up in the air, screaming, twisting

Stimboard: Maaaaybe

Moodboard: ^

Fashion Board: ^ Comfort Objects: None! (Her Favorite Staff: Aculia.)

Family: Doesn't matter!!! They are all long gone anyway.

Friends: Doesn't matter!!!!

Romance: Idk if she'd put it in the same catagory, but Are Yoru and I get along a lot!!!

Enemies: I think about 50% of the universe are my enemies right now. I dunno how I'm not dead yet, honestly.

Brief Personality: OH!!! IM SUPER FUN TO BE AROUND!!! That's literally all you need to know!!!

Jack is a very emotionally unstable person. Most of the time, they act extremely chipper, happy, and "Extra," putting on an over-exaggerated persona. However, the moment things don't go their way, they can snap on a twig—turning into a rather nasty and unstable individual.)

Jack is extremely manipulative, and almost everything they say tends to be a lie or an attempt to further some kind of agenda. (Treat every single one of their words like it's prime cut Grade-A bullshit.)

Jack is an extremely lonely person as a result, as much as they try to deny it. There is a deep void in them that they are trying to fill with anything they can possibly think of, often leading to them burning any and all bridges they can make.

(Some part of her wishes someone would just finally snap and get rid of the problem.)

Brief Backstory:

Nope!

Aculia comes from a storybook called "Tales of Archalia," written by a man named Daniel Crane. It was a tale as old as time—The Evil Witch Jackelyn had captured the rulers of the world, planning on destroying it. She had to go through many different twists and challenges. Blah blah blah, you know the story by now.

With her and her three friends, she had ventured to the top of the tower and done it. They had bested the witch; they had saved the day! And so everyone lived happily forever after…

But, over time, Aculia began to become… bothered. She noticed things didn't change any more. The same people with the same routines, the same dialogue, and even the same patterns every day.

It started off small. Her being less polite to people or ignoring her party members coming to visit. This caused a change. Almost as if the world itself was forced to, people began to act differently. The pre-set patterns they had gone under altered. Finally, after weeks, something new…!

That was the key. She just had to try different things, and everything would be peachy! They'd get back to their grand old adventures, and she would stop being so… bored.

What turned into a few small stunts here or there quickly turned into bad habits—using Alchemy to create hard substances, indulging in the unspoken pleasures of life, and whatnot, and so forth. This sudden change in personality deeply worried her friends, who attempted to comfort her.

For some reason though, their words rang more… hollow than usual, though. She couldn't quite put why, but something just didn't feel right about this place anymore. It felt too happy, too colorful—too cheerful. So... Fake...?

...

"Aculia, look—I know you don't want to talk right now, but… we were really worried about you. #u*#$ Said he found you passed out at the tavern the other day."

"Yeah!!! I don't know what's gotten into you recently, but knock it off. Your really freaking us out!!!"

"If something is troubling your heart, please tell us. We are always here for you."

"Please… were really… really scared… talk to us… please talk to us."

"I said I don't want to talk."

"Aculia, please-"

She-

"I SAID, I DON'T WANT TO TALK!!!"

…I ran away after that. My mind was in such a haze that I didn't know what to do. I hadn't known what to do for months now. It was just always the same until I did something bad, then it would change again.

I stumbled towards the old tower and began to walk around it. It was empty, empty as always. All that remained was the witch's old staff. I picked it up and examined it…

A scroll compartment??? I wonder what she kept in it.

i- no- i- this has to be a lie. but, its- how would she know that info about me- why is it all just there... nonono please

please

she couldn't of been- no she couldn't of been telling the truth

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! I REFUSE I REFUSE I RE-

That's when I realized. No wonder it all felt fake. Because it was fake! Everything around me was always fake. It was just someone's writing, and that person had left me to rot at a dead end. No actual conclusion or anything; nothing for me to go forward to. Just… THE END! He left me to ROT!!!!

Well, you thought I was going to take that one lying down? Nope! Nope, NOPE! I didn't! I broke out of that prison, and all it cost me was everyone I ever cared about. A small price to pay. That witch was right in the end; I did need to destroy the world to be free!

And when I finally got out, I discovered something incredible!!! So many worlds, so many people to help liberate. So many are doomed to their fixed fates in the narrative. I knew that I could help them—if I just took the strings and pulled them in their favor, things would change!

As long as I keep on trying to make things change, one day I'll feel happy! I mean, I'm already happy, but one day, I'll

I'll- YEAH! Anyways, eventually, I found the guy who had left me to rot. I gave him a book that let him see the truth, and then proceeded to trap him in it. He thinks he's free, but I'm the one in control for once!

Thats right, I won! I have all the cards in my hands! ME! I am the one on the stage! I'm not lonely! I'm happy! I'm GREAT! I'm fantastic! I'm-

I-

Why do I still feel so empty…?

And so she drifts throughout the universe, searching for more people to "free." But in the end, is freedom really worth it when there is nothing to enjoy?

I suppose that is a question for you to ask yourself, dear reader.

[lala1267]

Bow down bitches (last part)

Summary: Just Elvis and the reader being in love.

Note: it's a small chapter, ngl.

Elvis had ended his show early just to stop Jerry from pursuing his evil antics. He loved me and my baby. Even though Jasmime was a different colour, race, and ethnicity, he still did everything to protect her.

Whilst Jerry was on the floor, unconscious. Elvis was comforting me, who had a baby in my arms. I was still in a state of shock and fear, but Elvis's sweet voice grounded me.

"Calm down, honey, I'm here." He said whilst he took Jasmine out of my arms. He held her tight and bounced up and down. She began to fall asleep in his large arms. He let go of her with one hand and grabbed my shaky hand. He led me out of the building and into his car. He said to the driver.

"Garceland." The driver started the car, and we were off. Elvis had Jasmine in his lap whilst one of his hands held onto my thigh. I loved him dearly even though we weren't even dating. I was just wishing for the day where he would ask me to be his wife. I had dreams about how romantic our wedding would be. I was snapped out of my fantasy when the car door opened, we were here. I held onto Elvis's hand as I stepped out of the vehicle. We made our way inside and into the bedroom. He placed Jasmine on the bed and began to change her clothes. He put her in a lovely pink onsie. She looked so cute and adorable. He picked her up and turned to me.

"Close your eyes, honey. I have a surprise for you." I instantly complied with a smile on my face. I felt his hand wrap around mine before he led me to the corner of the room. I didn't even see that there was a whole corner dedicated to Jasmine since the lights were turned off. It had pink unicorn stickers on the walls, a large pink crib sat there with fairy lights wrapped around it yet to be turned on. Even though it was just the corner it was still a lot of space. My eyes widened as they landed on the suprise. A large smile appeared on my face as I looked up to Elvis.

"Oh my god, Jasmine will love this!" I said excitedly. I took Jamine out of Elvis's arms and held onto her before walking over to the crib. I pointed to the crib so that she could take a look. A bright smile rose on her cute face, followed by small giggles. I placed a kiss on her forehead before turning around to Elvis.

"Thankyou so much, Elvis." He just giggled.

"I'm planning on making the store room into her own little room. This is just temporary."

"Oh, I love you so much." I said as i placed Jasmine in her crib before running into Elvis's arms like an excited child.

"I love you too, girlfriend." He said as he looked down at me. I pulled away before making a sarcastic comment.

"Oh, so after all of these months now you wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Oh shush." He said sarcastically as he giggled. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me like his life depended on it. It was romantic and meaningful. He pulled away to tuck a stray hair behind my ear.

"You've always been my girl, and you always will." He said.

"And you will always be my boy, my sweet boy." I said as I brushed my fingers against his pink soft lips.

It was time for bed. I was in the bathroom, taking my makeup off whilst Elvis was in the shower. The room was steamy and hot. Elvis's head poked out of the top of the shower curtain.

"Honey, will ya pass me the sponge." He asked politely.

"Ok." I replied as I grabbed it off the counter. I walked over to him. He stook his hand out of the side of the curtain. I was about to pass it to him when I had an idea. I put on my best puppy eyes and looked at him innocently. He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"What now?"

"Can I shower with you?" He smiled before replying.

"Hmm, let me think." He spent a couple seconds in silence as he was 'thinking'. I was growing impatient so I rolled my eyes and stripped off.

"I take that as a yes." I said once I was fully naked. He just giggled as I stepped in the hot shower.

"Why the hell do you have it this hot?!" I said, slightly raising my voice as the hot water met my skin. He bent down next to me to adjust the temperature. The water cooled slightly. I smiled as I finally passed him the sponge.

"Can you scrub my back for me, doll?" He said as he passed the sponge back to me.

"Hmm, let me think." I said as I tried to hide my laughter. He handed me a bar of soap. I rubbed the soap onto the sponge until it was bubbly in my hand. He turned away from me so that I could wash him. I gently scrubbed his back. Once his back was all bubbly, I began to draw a flower onto his back.

"What are ya doing?" He asked.

"Guess what I'm drawing." I said as I continued to draw.

"Hmm, a flower?"

"What. How did you get it so fast?"

"A magician never tells his secrets." He said as he turned to face me.

"Oh please, you, a magician?" I said as I rolled my eyes. He laughed as he took the sponge put of my hands.

"Your turn." He said as he urged me to turn around. He rubbed the bubbles onto my back and began to draw. I had no idea what he was drawing, so I just guessed.

"Uhm, a leaf?"

"You're bad at this game." He said. I quickly turned around with an offended look on my face.

"Don't be rude."

"I was just saying." He said whilst giggling.

"Anyway, it's my turn to be in the water. Excuse me." I said as I tried to get past him to reach the shower head. He stopped me.

"Let me wash you first."

"You just did." I said with a confused expression.

"Not your whole body." A smirk appeared on both of our faces. He took the sponge and rubbed it all other my perfect body. He scrubbed all of my tender curves. He moved up to my hair to wash it. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed it into my black hair. Little did I know that this was a strong shampoo. He rubbed it into my long hair and massaged my scalp. I closed my eyes as it felt so good. I felt his hands wrap around my wet body. He hugged me from behind whilst placing kisses along my shoulder.

"Ok, you can wash it off now." He said as I opened my eyes. I just nodded as I stepped into the waterfall. The drops of water hit my body, making it shimmer and glisten. I opened my eyelids to see Elvis's eyes wide In shock.

"What." I said.

"Uhm, your hair." I instantly lifted my hand up to feel my hair. It didn't feel any different. I removed my hand and it was covered in black hair die. I looked down to see the water wich was now a dark grey/black. I looked back up at Elvis.

"What shampoo did you use?"

"I don't know, It said that it was strong."

"That's the thing, it's too strong." I said as I touched my now blonde hair. This blonde hair held so many memories. It was beautiful, though. Elvis's hand travelled to my long golden hair.

"I like it blonde, it looks so pretty." A smile rose on my face when I heard his kind words. If Elvis liked it, then it was staying that way. I turned around to turn the shower off. Elvis opened the shower curtains and stepped out. He took a towel and wrapped it around my body. He also got one for himself. He carried me into the bedroom, bridal style. He playfully threw me onto the lavish bed as giggles escaped my mouth.

"Shhhh, Jasmine is sleeping." He said as he looked at baby Jasmine. He walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed one of his shirts and and some panties. He handed them to me.

"Your pidgamas." He said as he dried off. I slipped them on. His t-shirt smelt of his cologne. I got into the bed whilst he put his underwear on. He got into the bed next to me and wrapped his big arms around me. I felt cosy and warm. He whispered into my ear.

"I will always love you, honey."

"I will forever love you too." I said as I felt his lips place kissed on my neck and face. From that day forward, I was madly in love.

2 years later

Jasmine was two years old, and I was back in the modelling business. I was slim and pretty again. Me and Elvis were still happier than ever. I had gotten everything I wanted in life. I was making thousands of dollars a week and was living my best life with Elvis, my fiancé.

[mortiium]

     𝐰𝐡𝐨  𝐢𝐬  ..  𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎 ? 

tip  of  the  iceberg. 

full  name :   francesca valerie graham

nicknames : chess , chessie

age / dob :   twenty - five ( four hundred )  /  april  thirteenth  ( aries  ass  bitch ) 

gender / pronouns :   cis woman  /  she + her

sexuality :   homosexual 

species :   dragonkin

dwelling :   prospect hill

occupation :   dance instructor at rose thorn

in  a  word. 

proud. enigmatic. vain. resentful. jealous. determined. confident. competitive. refined. spoiled. 

rich girl loves daddy's money! isn't life so freaking funny?

the princess was the dragon the whole time. down the rabbit hole politics are still power. fur coats and sharp heels, filed nails and sharp smiles. everything you touch either pricks or burns. pearls falling slowly off their snapped string. long silhouettes in front of thick red curtains. pointed toes, polished floors, venom and volcanoes.

let’s  talk  about  francesca. 

so the grahams were richer than they had any business being. so they hoarded wealth like the literal dragons they are. so francesca went through nannies like a normal little girl went through milk cartons. so what?

francesca was a happy baby, but she always had a bit of a mean streak. she broke rules and blamed it on her brother. she got in trouble for hair pulling on playdates. she frequently made up clubs just to keep others out.

the childhood of a dragon is long and exhaustive. even today the graham siblings are rather young. they spent decades, centuries perfecting how to get on each other's nerves. ever competitive, their parents didn't shy away from pitting them against each other for attention and praise. chess was always desperate to please her parents, especially her father.

to be a graham is to exist through entitlement and self confidence. always carefully considered, francesca's earliest and favorite hobbies included pottery, math, shopping, and dance. especially in dance, she was naturally gifted. particularly in that annoying way where someone doesn't even have to try .. so she's danced for hundreds of years. her movements are ancient and refined. poised, exhibiting control beyond control. as she aged and her powers became stronger - hotter inside her blood - dance cooled the temper that ballooned with her strength.

marina island never felt large enough for her, but she's too stubborn to leave her family behind, so she stews in her dissatisfaction. she would kill for her brother vincent, but their relationship is still complicated. they never learned how to not be at each other's throats, how to look someone else in the eye and see an equal and not a competitor. she's really insecure and locking it away behind a hundred iron walls.

she's attended university a few times in her years. she has a habit of collecting degrees when she gets bored. so far she's obtained bachelor's degrees in political science, physics, dance, art history, and finance. right now she's enrolled in a wine tasting class. kind of just fucks around and learns things.

been at one time a part of a lot of different friend groups but she always inevitably gets herself kicked out or leaves. abandonment issues and a god complex are hard to get along with forever. drugs tw but coke problem. vyvanse. uppers. overpays for them to keep things very quiet.

she's too hot to be evil!!!!!!!!.

[hydrate-or-diedrate]

Day 19 of reading homestuck wow

Oh yay! Roxy got to build her fort! I mean yeah she's still in jail and all that, but fort!

Roxy you boy crazy bitch

John you are exclaiming about the magic ring WAY too loudly

STFU CALIBORN YOUR CURTSINS ARE UGLY

Act 6 act 6 act 2 this is getting egregious

Hi John!! Welcome to scribble hell!

"Respectfully plagiarized"

LOSHIT

FLY, SHIT BISCUIT! FLY!!!

Smut blade? Really??

Me too, John. Me too

I love John so much he's such a little guy

YEAH JOHN TELL HIM

I need to chill before this turns into me just posting frames from the story agsjhdhjs

Okay but this one is really good

Caliborn's ugly ass curtains don't even close 😭

FUCK OFF GAMZEE

FUCK OFF GAMZEE X2 WHY DOES THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAVE THE RING

Aranea?! I swear to fuck you better not turn out to be evil

GODDAMMIT ARANEA THIS MIGHT EVEN BE WORSE THAN BEING EVIL

Aranea this is a really dumb plan

NO NOT THE HUMMINGBIRDS

HEY ARANEA THIS KID IS STILL 16 QUIT GRABBING HIM LIKE THAT

ARANEA THIS IS NOT CONSENSUAL HEALING FUCKING STOP AAAA

Hell yeah Roxy shazam yourself outta there

Aw fuck Jake is going nuclear

Oh my god

GAD ZOOKS

BOY HOWDY

HOLY TOLEDO

LAND SAKES ALIVE

HELLO NURSE

BY GUM

AY CHIHUAHUA

Oh my gosh Dave has a puppet butt watch

BOBS YOUR UNCLE

JUMPIN JEHOSAPHAT

SHIVER ME TIMBERS

WIN

ONE

FOR

THE GIPPER

Aranea what are you doing

ARANEA STOP

JADE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST UNDER THE HOUSE IMAGERY

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Aranea you are so fucking awful

Everything was gonna be fine but nooooo

I am Brain Ghost Dirk.

You kissed my boyfriend.

Prepare to die.

SHUCKY DARN

TEREZI WOOOO

OH FUCK JACK IS HERE

Poor Jade and Calliope waaaaaaa

Jade is making a trollsona 🥺

[bi-demon-ium]

i refuse to listen to this back because i hate the sound of my own voice so if there's a mistake rip. also rip the plosives that always happen when i use my phone as a recorder. anyway the leitner copypasta but it's curtain

LEDROPTHA CURTAIN?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING  LET’S DROP THE CURTAIN  GOD DAMN FOOL BRAIN SWEEPING CULT HAVING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT HEADMASTER OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING LEDROPTHA CURTAIN

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT LEDROPTHA CURTAIN I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP KIDS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE VIA THE AIRWAVES IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM HAS MR BENEDICT’S FACE AND YET I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST MAGIC TRICKS GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said ld curtains waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with ld curtain speaking one word in person with voice in tv show not only will i close the tab i will delete my disney plus account out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he collects fucked up orphans and fucks them up further and also CULT MEMBERS but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some even more fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead who got sad over something that happened when he was TWELVE and NEVER LET IT GO ill go ham

BETTER have had a secret evil sister brainwash make him kill a man and he thinks it’s a dog cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateLedropthaCurtain

episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his school or one of his ex weird fucking kids and i lost it

where the fuck is ledroptha curtain if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man. enormous bitch ass of a man. cringe fail fucking loser

ill punch curtain and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final stupid magic trick kit he kept on him at all times with playing cards that simply have written on them Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when curtain died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

every day once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up orphans at his fucked up school and/or cult compound

[ivomartins]

(HS anon turned SoCN anon is back.)

My tiny problem with the beautiful piece of cake that is Livius: his friendship path is suspiciously... Too romantic. When he gave her the necklace I was crying confused because I honestly thought I chose some romantic option. And then I read the scene is the same for those romancing him, except maybe a few lines. I loved the scene, but it does read very romantic, at least to me. But that is a me problem. Or maybe I'm just mad that I don't have a Livius in my life who will give me cute necklaces and comfort me when my friends are murdered.

The points you brought up in regards to Amen and his romance path are completely understandable and I can see it can get very annoying, very fast. I personally love it because he sounds incredibly pathetic when he goes full horny mode; I know it is not author's intent, but that's how I read it. He does need to chill, though. I honestly don't know if she writes her eViL LIs like that or he's just a unique case. That being said, the moments when he shows affection and acts gentle with Evthys are Poetic Cinema™.

Anyway. I said his smile, you say sad frown + doubtful expression, allow me to introduce you to ✨his blushing face✨. It's super subtle, but the moment I noticed I was like sir you are supposed to be scary, stop being adorable. And the only downside of the supreme epistetes outfit is that it covers his boobs; the other diamond outfit has that sick neck piece and the incredibly gorgeous purple cape. Ugh. Big boy really said you can't torture and kill people if you don't look pretty. This is Fashion, Horus, ✨FASHION✨. Gorgeous outfits though, I love them so much, I was so mad when he went back to his original outfit in the most recent episode. I despise that thing, that's not Fashion, those are some shower curtains he found around the house and another war crime added to his long list.

boy do i hear you loud and clear on that need for a livius in a bitch's life smh

KHGDKFJHGDFG i honestly live for the fact that you dig amen being absolutely pathetic like that like. now that i think about it... that is definitely ✨a way✨ of looking at the scenes. i can definitely see why you'd love it because of that HAHA also, it is definitely just the author's style because my LI in kali was amrit and she pulled the same exact shit with him too 🙄 but thankfully managed to keep me hooked when she strayed away from the overt attraction shit and started adding more emotion to the scenes but guess what that only happened in the final season lolol so i'm like. if i had the patience for amrit mayhaps i can have the patience for amen we shall see 👀 because ngl i'm still two timing between him and livius i didn't lock either of them in yet rip

HIS BLUSHING FACE 😭 god he has no right looking like an overgrown puppy like that, can't believe i forgot that one. also can't believe that my mind is betraying me and i'm completely forgetting what his other diamond outfit looks like??? i will never get over the supreme epistates tho i think it's imprinted on my soul especially that slit where his chest shows... simply tantalizing. BUT ME TOO i was so mad when he switched to his default outfit i was like wtf is THAT 😭 i also hated the chucky-esque red eyed shot of his face with a passion i was like HOW DARE YOU MAKE HIM UGLY LIKE THAT - except for the fully body shot of course like we really got to see his Giant Ass™ in all its glory didn't we

[magustiel]

God. Priorities man.

All of this, my ass out here on some international countermagic multi-Anonymous counteroffensive against the goddamn Nazi-USSR resurrection.

That's what I've put my magic, work over decades, and spiritualized personality manifest to. Ripping the wickedness out at the root, since January and really years before, but January in particular, when She Refused To Fucking Control Herself And Stop Being A Rapey Cult Weirdo Against My Motherfucking Consent.

And that's it. That's what she's fighting for. Just like MAGA and QAnon. Any excuse, any argument to maintain her behavior. It doesn't matter if it makes sense. It doesn't matter if it's even cohesive with her last blame or excuse or page turn for a motivational meme telling her things are okay without context. She cannot bear the reality that her world is fake, she cannot address her lies and illusions, what she has groomed others into and permitted, and what she has ultimately done to herself, so she's just gonna hide and refuse to cease the toxic, controlling behavior, or even take the step of deleting or extracting things from her life that made this mess. Absolutely fucking refuse, against all fucking ongoing real world events. Just like fucking them. Because she cannot stand to "lose" or "be wrong".

Just like Them.

I told her, I knew her fucking empty evilness and fucking desperation to be a controlling piece of shit too well, and built a trap so ultimate it's turning into the garbage disposal for all of MAGA and, shortly, half of the USSR. Because they're literally the fucking same fucking picture. They will so desperately reach for control they will jump off a cliff for it.

It's easier to shave herself bald than ask herself why she started clawing herself bald after I left. It's easier to choke down her bottles of pills since I left, to numb, blind and deny herself, to flatten herself out until she doesn't even care how fucking vile she's being, as long as someone tells her to continue her behavior while refusing to address the monster behind the curtain with her therapist: Herself. She is the monster, but does not want to accept it. She needs some way to win, to have control, to have victory here, to prove she could never have fucked up this badly.

Just like Them.

Holy fuck woman you are Literally The Problem With This Planet. No wonder he decided to eat your waste of space ass unalive.

Do you understand how fucked up it was to realize the goddess arranged me to meet this toxic piece of useless, regressive, abusive Hitlerian genetic-ed piece of garbage disposal trash so we could use it to rip out an equally irredeemable nazi root with just as much intent to change (none.) Bitch you are literally a negative karmic. You are so irredeemable you were lined up to be a sacrifice before you were born because you refuse to stop tripling down on your shit and we all see it.

I fuckin told her. Like a motherfucking singularity of her own stupidity leading her here in Every Fucking Timeline somehow to get this dumped on me, BECAUSE THERE IS NO TIMELINE SHE WILL CONTROL HERSELF IN OR LOOK AT THE TRUTH. Go figure, this sacrificial singularity overlaps to pre-empt the Technological One. Wonder how that retroactive horse shit happened OH WAIT.

Bitch thought I was playing when I said "bitch you have NO EARTHLY COMPREHENSION OF THE LEVEL OF MAGIC THAT HAS BEEN DONE TO YOU"

One collapsing united states by Qanon and Anonymous invasion and AI bro twitter corruption to head off the USSR and WWIII threat and destroy late stage capitalism later, and all the parallels in the world she refuses, you guys running the numbers to attempt to Comprehend fucking yet?

NGL I'm half wondering if her continued enshrinement, or just the fact that she's still alive, is why Trump is even still alive.

The infested blue waffle would rather pretend I'd Pretend Or Do All This Work for A Fucking Year Just To Make Her Narcissistic Useless Go Nowhere Fat Ass Feel Bad.

THIS IS AN INTERNATIONAL, INTERNAL, EXTERNAL, GLOBAL, UNIVERSAL DIVORCE, BITCH, AND WE'RE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN.

So if remembering the greater good long term result isn't enough for you to make it through the next years, grab a hunting vest and find a cocaine bear, because I'm DONE. File complaints to one whale of a cocaine bear, c/o her cult that doesn't want to face they've been bobbing on my dick for years.

And the sacks that enable this take me drawing this ultimate boundary upon her and them all year will just cry about it, and tell me to shut up, because all they know how to do is try to enforce control they don't really have, which is why they, and now all of goddamn you, are in this fucking mess. No. It's fine if I'm the motherfucking villain in your fucking story. I send light and I send fucking darkness and bitch, you chose.

[shurisneakers]

drabble night - could ya show us how bucket and miss villian are at one of tonys parties? thanks!!

gasp two drabbles??? yes because i cannot be bothered to check if they’re okay i am just throwing them out into the world like lil birds and expecting them to fly

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

"Target acquired," you say, voice low. "Sending data."

Bucky stares at you, champagne flute untouched in his hand.

"This is not a mission and you're not James Bond."

"Partner is going rogue. I repeat, partner is going rogue."

Bucky gives a short wave to some random celeb who walks by. "If Pepper sees you doing this, we're both getting kicked out."

"I fuckin' wish she would." You sigh, leaning back against the bar counter. "Hey, how much do you wanna bet that I can knock over that ice sculpture with one bottle cap?"

"None." He knows you can and he does not want to see you try.

"Ugh." You eye the crowd who were too sophisticated to start a game of King's Cup. "Bucky, no offence, but this is so fucking boring."

"Why d'you think I hate them so much?" he murmurs, raising the flute to his lips. "Nearly strangled myself with the curtain chord last ti-"

"Hey guys," Steve has a smile on his face but you can see the pain of a few hundred 'good evening, it's a pleasure to meet you' run deep in his eyes.

"Steven, you fiend." You don't bother looking at him. "Where is the love of my life?"

Steve glances at Bucky.

He raises the glass to his lips. "She's talkin' about T."

Steve, in return, doesn't bother looking at you. "Made the logical choice of not showing up tonight."

"Fuck." You knew that. Just thought she’d be a great pal and not leave you stranded at this godforsaken parties. "Steve, how much do you wanna bet that I can knock over that ice sculpture with one bottle cap?

"None," Bucky cuts in before his best friend can answer. “The answer’s none.”

"Don't tell me y'all drank this place dry already,” another voice cuts in.

Bucky silently slides him a whiskey in silent camaraderie.

"Sam, how much do you wanna bet-" You turn to the newest member with shining eyes.

"Stop it,” Bucky interrupts. “No one’s betting on anything.”

"Well, would ya look at that? I collected the whole bunch." You grin at them, dismissing Bucky’s grumpiness. "Hello, boys."

"Tony's gonna notice," Steve says, but he doesn't look too bothered.

“Maybe we’ll finally get kicked out,” Sam raises.

“That’s what I said.” You nurse your temples. “Why am I even here? I’m evil.”

“Only on the weekends,” Bucky reminds.

“It’s Friday night, I turn evil in-” you glance at the clock in the corner of the room -”thirty three minutes.”

“Like an insufferable Cinderella.”

“I like that take on it,” you agree, staring out at the crowd.

It doesn’t seem to be thinning any time soon, but it’s awfully addicting to look at. Glittery and shimmery, full of laughs and false benevolence. Waiters darting about gracefully with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres which Bucky had obnoxiously pronounced as ‘horse divorce’ every single time he saw them.

Like now.

“Horse divorce,” he says.

“Shut the fuck up,” you reply.

Tony does a double take at the sight of four of you, gazing out to the sea of people like you’ve been hypnotized. He backtracks almost immediately and sharply, not exactly thrilled when your eyes slowly trail back to him.

"God didn't give you pretty faces to just be wasting it like this,” he deadpans. “Why the fuck are all of you standing here?"

Steve sighs. “Well, it was good while it lasted.” 

“That’s right, go mingle,” Tony chirps as Steve pushes himself away from the counter. “You too, Wilson. People oughta meet their new Captain ‘Murica.”

Which left you and Bucky, both of whom Tony tried to get out there but Bucky’s resting bitch face vehemently disagreed with.

“Don’t ever invite me to a party again, Buck,” you pipe up.

“Only if I get a chance to back out too,” he says, voice low.

“Come over to the sewer drain on 17th Street and I’ll show you what a real good time is,” you propose instead. “There are weekly fights where you battle a guy turned into a crocodile. They got snacks too.”

Sounds interesting. He might just consider it.

Bucky looks up the clock even though he has a perfectly good worn-out watch on his wrist.

"Twenty six minutes till you’re evil again." He glances at you. “Wanna go for a walk?“

"Fuck yeah." You lace your fingers in his and tug him along.

He can’t tell if people have started leaving, or if they’ve just moved away from the floor to better places. Either way, it’s not crowded enough to bump into someone, but just enough attendees to hide the both of you.

"Also hey-" he pulls his hand away for a second to fish something out of his pocket. "I bet ten dollars that you can, so don't fuck it up."

He hands you a bottle cap.

The expression on your face is devilish.

[voooorhees]

can i request some pyramid head x male reader? but like get this- he’s a monster along with pyramid head and they’re like a iconic duo so they both would do anything for each other hehe. i’ve had this idea in my head for a long time but you can ignore it if you want :)

this is such a cool idea!! <3

cw: blood & violence

Pyramid Head x Monster!Male reader

It was a weird way you met your boyfriend, one day you were just patrolling your forest when a fog rolled in and next thing you knew you were in Silent Hill.

It wasn’t long before you felt another presence in the monster ridden town, that is, one that wasn’t a lesser demon than the ones you were killing, it was something powerful.

You were walking down one of the deserted streets as lesser demons scattered around you, it was an odd sight as they didn’t flee before you earlier, so why now? You questioned the weird behavior and went to walk down an alleyway when your ears picked up on a sharp squealing sound. It made your head hurt as you turned around, finding yourself looking at a figure nearly your size, the figure was large but somehow you still felt dwarfed. The figure continued looking in your direction, the foggy wind bringing the scent of metal and blood to you- the air felt heavy around your horns as you anticipated the figure’s movements.

The figure walked closer to you, the fog around it no longer hiding the true shape of what was walking towards you. A large red pyramid helm sat on a large overly masculine physique and a large weapon was being drug on his side, it was about as long as you were tall.

You gasped as the pyramid headed being was now in arms reach of you- he was much bigger than you as your horns reached just below his helm.

Nothing was said verbally, there was just a feeling-a need to follow this being, to where? you didn’t know

You followed the larger man into what seemed to be what remained of an elementary school, your horns kept catching on the exposed and sparking wires. The large man helped get you untangled as new footsteps were heard coming down the hall

“Something is coming” you spoke plainly, wanting to see the pyramid’s response

No response came before the door you just entered swung open and a new sight filled the room- humans dressed up in religious garbs-you didn’t know humans inhabited a desolate place like this

“The evil is in here!” one barked, shakily trying to scuttle back to their group. Another in what seemed to be a priest’s cassock walked in, holding a small dagger

“We came here to cleanse this place, Leonard, you should know this, this is what our god wants of us” the priest said without any emotion, his body language seemingly languid before catching you by surprise

The priest lunged at you, stabbing into your arm. He attempted to pull it out and attack you again, but the red pyramid pulled him off by his neck, his hand completely encompassed the mans head before flexing. A sickening sound filled the room as the priest fell limp. The pyramid head threw the body at the other men, waiting for their response.

No response came of the men as their screams filled the halls as they fled. They would be gone for now.

You breathed heavily, holding your injured arm in one hand, applying pressure to keep the bleeding down. Pyramid Head made his way over to you, making a concerned sound as he moved your hand from your arm

“I’ll be okay, i just wasn’t expecting that, i’m exhausted” you chuckled, the whole situation was draining you.

You watched as Pyramid Head clamored over to what remained of a curtain, taking it in his fist and ripping off a section of the fabric.

He took your bleeding arm and carefully began to wrap it, taking his time with every whimper you let out, it hurt like a bitch.

He finished wrapping your arm, the bleeding had stopped and it just burned a bit

“Thank you for this” you gestured to your arm

He nodded as he pat your shoulder, a simple act you wouldn’t second guess until a pitch black tendril slithered out of his helm- a soft gasp leaving you as the prehensile muscle softly touched your bandage before retreating back.

It took you a second to realize what he had done

“oh! you kissed it?”

he nodded

“well thank you, it feels better already” you laughed, trying to hide the blush spreading on your face

He took your hand and began to lead you out of the room, kicking the body out of the way in the process

“So are you going to show me around the town?” you questioned him

He nodded and let out a soft growl, you didn’t know what it meant fully but you really didn’t care- you were excited to hold his hand around the new town

[hey-dont-touch-that]

Kiss of Light

@deathnotetober

Day 27: Betrayal

Light walks into the mostly dark hospital room, watching his feet as he makes his way to the bed in the middle of the room. He stands by the bed and looks at L, asleep in bed, his paler-than normal face sticking out from under a pile of blankets. The light bar above the bed provides the only light for the room.

He walks over to the counter by the open curtains he reads one card from Matsuda, Aizawa, and Moji. A small bouquet from someone named Roger, one from his dad and finally a medium bouquet of black roses from Misa.

“Bitch.”

Groaning is heard behind him and he turns around to see L’s head moving. He walks over to the side of the bed and sits down. L slowly blinks awake and rubs his eye until the figure before him is recognizable.

“Don’t worry I’m not here to kill you.”

“Why am I still alive?” He croaks out, causing the other man to smile.

“Because I allowed it, if you died then everyone might believe that I’m Kira and I can’t have that right now. You provide enough problems for me.”

“Still mad about all those nights I kept you up?”

He scoffs at the statement, “I don't hold any more grudges about that.”

“Why am?” is all he gets out before violent coughs take over his body. After they pass he rests his bed on the pillow, breathing heavily.

“You remember in our western religion class when we learned about Jesus? Did you know he had a best friend named Judas? Him and Jesus were inseparable, some say they loved each other. Of course Jesus was focused on other things while Judas thought he was getting careless, and had too many disciples. In the end Judas was the one to sell Jesus out. He did it for money, of course he didn’t want to but his choices were limited.”

“Are you saying I did this to myself?” He motions to his body in the bed.

Light walks over to the open curtain staring at the rainy sky.

“It’s raining just like that day. On the rooftop you knew, didn’t you?”

L looks at the flowers then to the back of Light’s head. Light turns around and their eyes meet. The answer rests in L’s eyes.

Light moves back to the bed placing one hand on the railing and the other near L’s head.

“Are you comparing yourself to Jesus?”

Light sighs, annoyed, “You’re avoiding the question.”

“And you’re avoiding mine.”

His wicked smile returns and an evil glare appears, “The difference between Jesus and God is that God needs no friends.”

L's breath shakes, “I wanted- I wanted to be wrong about you.”

“Why? Tired of always getting everything right?”

No answer, L closes his eyes.

“Why then, is it because I’m your friend?”

L swallows and opens his watery eyes letting a tear slip out, “It’s because I love you.”

Light’s smugness disappears upon hearing L’s confession. Trying to regain his composure he thinks about his next plan of action.

“Oh L.”

Light takes L’s right hand and gently guides it to L’s heart. Light takes his other hand and tips up L’s chin.

Light brushes hair out of the way so L’s pale forehead is visible. He brings his lips down and kisses his forehead, L closes his eyes and uses all his strength to wrap his fingers around Light’s other hand. Light wraps his fingers around cold clammy fingers meanwhile Light’s thumb wipes away tears.

Light pulls away still holding his hand and drags his fingers across the investigator’s cheek, L senes the killer’s hand and kisses his palm.

He pulls away and places his hand on the knob controlling the medicine. He turns it up and poor L who is still oh so sick and tired gives in. His head droops farther down and the weak grip of Light’s hand loosens. Light takes his hand and sets it back on the bed. With every blink L feels his eyelids become lead.

“Sleep L, it’s okay.”

As if he was waiting for permission, L blinks again, closing his eyes to a deep drug induced sleep.

Light stands up and takes one last look at his ‘friend’.

He walks out, shutting the door behind him. Resting his against the wall, he takes a deep breath in and out and feels something wet on his cheek; he too wipes away a single tear.

He rubs it in-between his hand, getting rid of any evidence of his weakness and walks away.

[opluffys]

False Promises- Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader x Donquixote Rosinante

this has been in my drafts for a while, so why not publish it hehe. no gif of doffy cuz he’s a bitch. anyway uhh i might update this if i’m not super busy *fuck retail guys seriously. hate that shit*. like every other fic here, this was posted to my archive, luffys. let me know if it copied weird, sometimes it does that... please enjoy!

Your empty eyes flickered back and forth towards the bright stars painted across the dark sky. Why were you still here? With him? That evil, vile man... Your hands tightened their grip on the balcony, knuckles turning a burning white.

Those same words repeated in your head, causing your surroundings to become unclear to you.

"Become my Queen."

Your knees wobbled, how could he say such a thing? You wanted to erase all thoughts of him. You never wanted to give him the satisfaction of thinking about him.

You heard a collection of voices behind you, knowing it was the executives of the family. You were so scared, always so terrified of how they could kill you in an instant if they so wanted.

You wanted to hide, disappear from the entire world, cascading an invincible sheet upon your trembling figure.

You felt a hand tug your frail wrist, nearly sending you flying backwards. You turned around, viewing the tall man with strange markings upon his face.

His lips moved, but not a sound emerged.

How pathetic you felt in their views, feeling like a small peasant bowing beneath them.

The brunette yanked your hand harshly, you felt as if he could break it with the smallest movement if he desired.

You so desperately wanted to leave, but something held you back. Dare you say someone.

"Don't bring me to him." You said, telling yourself not to waver, voice falsely strong.

He laughed, his shoulders shaking with every sound. The both of you knew that you weren't one to decide such a thing.

"I am but a messenger." Diamante responded, waiting for you to come with him.

You couldn't take a single step, even if you had wanted. Your mind and body felt pure fear, knowing how the other executives were right behind that thin sheet of glass behind you, along with Diamante in front of you... You were surprised you were still standing proud, though, it was all such a falsehood.

"If he wants me, then he can come to me. I will not succumb to his needs because he beckons me so." You concluded, not wanting another word to spew out of your mouth.

He scoffed, dropping your hand to disappear behind the thick curtains that lay as fortification between you and your twisted reality.

You exhale a shaky sigh, taking a seat upon the cushioned confines that wither away without use.

Stargazing. The three of you had always done the activity while attempting to find a doctor. God,

you missed them so, so much.

You wondered how they had looked as of now. Thirteen long, agonizing years without your true love and child. Such a hard time, it truly was no life you had yearned for.

"I was searching for you."

You felt a shiver run through your body. You didn't dare move a muscle to turn in his direction.

"I hadn't asked you to."

That answer had amused him, sending booming laughter throughout him. He was so interested in you. Why? Was it only because his dear brother had obtained you?

You felt the cushioning sink beside you, a large fluster of pink flooding your remnant of space.

"How's your brother these days? I do not know why you wish to keep him from me any longer."

Doflamingo stilled, his arm lazily draped over your sunken shoulders.

"Even my sweet Law... My poor boy. I hope Rosi had cured him." You rambled, eyes brightening as you talked about those who you cared for.

He pulled you onto his lap, forcing you to look into the sunglasses perched upon the bridge of his nose. You hadn't seen his eyes before, nor did you want to. He had offered to take them off before your gaze many times, but you had refused.

Doflamingo had many thoughts running through his mind. He would never tell you the day of when he had shot his own flesh and blood dead.

He had done everything in his power in order for you to never find out about Law. That would include reading over the newspaper multiple times before handing it off to you to give a read.

You belonged to him now.

He pulled you closer towards him, lips brushing against your very own.

You gently bumped foreheads with the man in front of you, hearing his breath hitch. He suddenly leaned forward, devouring your lips whole.

Your hand absentmindedly trailed over his bronze abs, a low groan erupting from him.

"Are you jealous?" You quipped, sighing softly, leaning on his broad chest. He chuckled, leaning back into the chair.

"Why should I be? You came to me all on your own, didn't you?" He retorted, causing you to freeze on his lap.

Doflamingo knew your relationship with his brother. He knew the relationship with Law as well, he knew that you loved the pair so much.

He knew of it all.

"I loved Rosinante."

"Loved?"

Your eyebrows knit tightly together, an angry scowl clear on your face.

"The nerve of you, Doffy. It's been thirteen years... I've been waiting and what have you been doing? Letting me await in peace? No. All you have been doing is making advances."

"I didn't force you to stay here, (First Name)."

"But would you let me leave?" You mumbled, climbing off of him, standing as proudly as you could, attempting to ease the shaking in your legs.

He chose not to answer you, and instead stretch his long legs to the small table set in front of the chair.

"Have you thought about it?" He asked, head tilted low, peering at his citizens buzzing about the city with life.

Why did he have to call attention to the matter once again?

"Yes." With that, you had taken your leave, going to your secluded room, well, you wish it was secluded. You and Doflamingo shared a room the second he had decided to claim you, much to your demise.

You expected him to stop you, to come up with some sort of remark, but all he did was laugh. That ominous deep chuckle that sent a cold shiver throughout you.

You walked through the corridor, your hand trailing the decorated wallpaper.

Of course you still love Rosinante. You paid no mind to the wording you had used. But Doflamingo being the man he is, always nitpicks every little thing that come out of one's mouth.

Before you knew it, you were already in front of the door to the bedroom. You touched the doorknob lightly, tracing the floral symbols engraved onto the metal beautifully.

Your eyes caught a specific flower that had joined to look like a heart. Your hand trembled slightly, forcing you to remember how Rosinante always sported outfits littered with heart patterns.

You shook your head lightly and opened the door, shutting it behind you, hearing a soft click.

Your true love would come back to you. You would wait as long as you had needed. You would wait here, with his terrifying family, forced to be in a relationship with his elder brother.

Forced?

Was it really..?

You couldn't handle this right now, not at this moment, no. You felt so overwhelmed with everything.

Especially what had happened much earlier in the day.

Doflamingo had gotten on his knee, taking a small box in his larger hand, speaking those cursed words upon you that made you shiver.

You felt your heart squeeze seeing him on his knee, you had never seen him lower himself for anyone.

You curled deeper into the satin sheets, pulling them over your head. You didn't want to think about this anymore.

Doflamingo had wanted your hand in marriage. He had believed that you were loyal to him, never leaving his side to go with another man, even though your loyalty lay with another man.

Eventually, the thoughts had become too much, and you had slipped into a deep rest.

Seeing you curled up so small on that large bed was almost comical, that Doflamingo smiled. A gentle, and warm smile that nobody had ever seen. He draped his long coat upon your tired body. Since you were unconscious, anything warm had you snuggle deeper into it with no hesitation.

"Young Master." Doflamingo heard a feminine voice chime. He looked down to see one of the many housemaids, holding a box that had been tore open.

His eyebrows rose, was that..?

"Madam had asked for these, she told me not to say a word, but I just couldn't keep my mouth-"

"Any of you dare keep a word from me? Especially if it's about my woman?"

The small lady froze, placing the small plain box onto the table, muttering a thousand apologies, scurrying out of the room.

He would talk to you when you woke up.

Your eyes opened slowly, the room a comfortable dark due to the heavy curtains sustaining the light from flooding in. You removed your body from atop Doflamingo, he always had a tendency to pull you onto him while you slept.

You never really looked at his eyes while he slept, only because he chose not to wear his sunglasses, showing his closed lids.

Maybe, just this one time, you can take a quick peek...

You turned your head to his direction, his features somewhat displeased after losing the warmth that radiated from your body.

He looked so gentle, lashes gently laid across his cheeks, his mouth slightly agape, showing a bit of his pearly white teeth.

Suddenly, the mans grip on the comforters tightened, a thin sheet of sweat cascading over his tall body. His calm eyes squeezed shut tight, his brows furrowing together tightly.

"Is he..?" You thought aloud. You had never, in your thirteen years of staying with this man, seen him have a night terror. Mainly due to the fact that the second you had awoken, you left the room, not being able to bear being with him any longer.

Your motherly instincts had kicked in, though, all of your body tried to fight it off. You crawled closer to him, settling next to his torso.

Your hand reached out to gently thread through his soft blonde hair. Your other hand softly took his much larger one into your own.

"Doffy. Please, wake up." You whispered, every nerve in your body telling you to get as far away from him as possible.

"Doffy, I'm here with you, it's okay." God, this reminded you so much of Law. He would always have night terrors of his parents, siblings, and friends all slipping away from him in a single day. Your thoughts drifted back to how you thought the two would look by now. Not a single day goes by without thinking of them.

Thirteen damn years of just thinking. Imagining. Hoping.

You were doing it for them, not for anything else. You would repeat that in your head like a mantra, never forgetting what you were truly doing it for.

You felt his hand squeeze yours back.

"Thank you."

You looked down at him, seeing his dark eyes look into yours. You felt as if your heart had stopped it's rhythm, ceasing any oxygen from reaching your astonished body.

"Your eyes..." You started, wanting to back away from him. It was like a beast staring back at you, ready to pounce and rip you to shreds. You wanted to scream. You wanted to run away and never look back. You wanted to just get as far as humanly possible.

It was so terrifying.

You felt as if you couldn't move. You were immobilized as a deer in headlights.

He held eye contact with you, his eyebrows raising in question.

"They're nice." You lied, a cold sweat enveloping you. It wasn't a complete lie, though. If you weren't so scared of Doflamingo, then you most definitely would've complemented his appearance multiple times. Practically showering him with affection.

"Please excuse me." You said, so quietly you almost didn't hear yourself.

You thanked the maid quietly, taking the ripped box and opening its contents.

You walked over to the restroom, making sure nobody had seen what was in your hand.

"Oh, (First Name)!"

You turned around to see Baby 5. What was she doing back so quickly?

"Baby 5, dear. I hadn't expected to see you back so early. Is Buffalo near?" You asked, accepting the young girls tight embrace.

She nodded and began to tell you about her mission.

"Pirates? Who?" You asked, her details piquing your attention.

"The Straw Hats, as well as the Heart Pirates. Why? I never knew you to be one invested in pirate groups, well, aside from this one, if you would call it such a thing." Baby 5 asked, smoothing down her shirt, removing any wrinkles evident.

"You're right, dear. It's just that I've heard quite a lot about the Straw Hats. Even the Heart Pirates, too. I've gotten to read about the Straw Hats, but never the latter." You hummed, if they were such a big pirate group, then why were they never in the paper?

"Well, here's the new newspaper, I haven't even read it yet!" She said smiling, thinking that you needed her.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You said back, ruffling her hair slightly. She nodded to you and went to find Buffalo.

You tucked the paper under a small corner in the kitchen, you had a feeling that this paper would be somewhat important to you later.

Now, to handle your other matters at hand.

You nearly cried, holding the small stick in your hand while your body trembled.

How unlucky to be carrying Doflamingo's bloodline on.

You wrapped the test in thick pieces of paper, tossing it in the nearest trash that sat next to you.

You looked into the mirror in front of you, turning the water on to wash your hands, as well as your face. For the tears that you held back had started their inevitable flow.

After making sure your eyes had no longer looked swollen, you left the spacious restroom, closing the door softly behind you.

"You were in there for quite a while. Wasting water?"

You looked up, seeing Doflamingo's enormous body loom over you.

"Worried about the bill?" You said, trying to get past him. He chuckled and took your wrist in his loose grasp.

"Do you need something from me..?" You said, your voice wavering at the end of your sentence.

"No. But you look, different. I just can't put my finger on it." Doflamingo responded, letting go of your hand.

He had seen the pregnancy tests you had bought, but he didn't know the results. It didn't bother him too much that you didn't tell him, for he knew you had many secrets harboured deep within. Same could be said about him.

"Señor had told me dinner would be finished soon." You said, not turning back to look at him. He just hummed an answer out in return.

He would have his answer then.

All that was able to reach the ears would be mindless chatter, alongside the clanging of cutlery. The scent of the meal ahead of you would have anyone's mouth watering in want. However, at this time, the last thing you had wanted to to eat.

You knew not eating a single thing would immediately raise Doflamingo's suspicions, he was already cunning enough to figure anything out at the slightest of errors.

You spooned the bright white rice into your mouth, it had tasted of what nobles were to eat. But you couldn't bring yourself to another grain.

You could practically feel the burning of Doflamingo's stare into you, turning to view him. You rose a brow in question, trying your best not to mumble a sorry excuse and weep into the plush of your bed.

He said nothing, but took a glass of shining beverage in hand. A small gasp left your rosy lips, at this point you were sure he knew. Nothing could slip past this man, could it?

You took the glass from him, offering no gratitude. You set the glass next to your plate, forcing yourself to finish the mountain of food on it.

You stood from your place, attempting to take your leave.

"Leaving your drink?"

You turned to him, now having every member of the family have their views bestowed upon you.

"If I have another bite of food, or a sip of a drink, I don't think it will end well for anyone. Unless you would rather have me get sick all over the table, ruining everyone's meal?" You sighed, not bothering to await a response.

You thanked the maid for the tea, waiting for the soft click of the door so you could lock it. You would prefer to be surprised by a knock rather than someone entering at random.

You laid in the leather seat, sighing as the cool exterior soothed your burning skin. All day you felt uncomfortable pains throughout you. Even more so than usual. You shook it off, though. Seeing as you had been rather lazy as of late, just laying down in bed most days. You usually took long walks throughout the beauty of Dressrosa.

You always found it odd how toys could live alongside human beings, but the people looked happy. For Doflamingo being such an evil, he did a nice job of keeping the people joyous.

You returned your eyes onto the novel you had taken interest upon. You felt like dozing off to sleep, but you kept yourself awake. You wouldn't want to waste the remainder of your days being in a rest.

"I almost forgot about the paper Baby 5 gave me earlier... I guess I'll give it a read." You thought aloud to yourself, leaving to retrieve the paper from the tight crevice it hid in.

You twisted the handle that allowed bright lights to flood your vision. You shut the door behind you, wandering to the kitchen.

You held a box of sweet chocolate in hand, and the newspaper in the other. A single perk of being together with Doflamingo would be getting anything you had desired. To be fair, you never really asked for much, anyway.

"What's that?" Diamante asked, scaring you half to death.

You quickly shoved the paper into the chocolate box, turning around to see the ridiculously tall man.

"Chocolate. Would you like a piece?" You responded, praying he didn't see you stuff the paper into the package.

He refused, "You made quite the scene earlier." He laughed, leaving you in confusion.

You shrugged it off, returning to your shared room to read the paper.

A smile spread throughout your painted lips, seeing the Straw Hats in the paper once again. It was always amusing to see what new feats they have accomplished.

But something different had caught your eye.

It seems as if the pirate group has formed an alliance. You never took the boy for one to work well with others.

An alliance with Trafalgar Law.

Trafalgar Law...

You reread the sentence over and over again. You quickly shut down your hopes, perhaps it was another Law they had spoken of.

But then you had seen the photos of the two men, Monkey D. Luffy, and Trafalgar Law.

Hot tears began to stream down your cheeks. You couldn't believe what you were seeing...

You continued to read the paper, it looks as they would be coming to Dressrosa. What luck you had! You would most definitely be able to see both your lover, and your child! Law has grown into such a handsome man. You wondered if he still had the same negative outlook he had on his life. But, seeing as he was smiling in that photo, you thought quite the opposite.

After all of the joy had emptied from you, all you could comprehend was rage. How could Doflamingo keep such a thing from you?!

You wanted nothing more than to find him and litter his faces with red hot slap marks. As if he would allow you to do such a thing...

You decided it would be better to keep such a thing hidden under the covers. If you had openly told him you knew of Law, then he would most likely do everything in his power to prevent you from finding him.

No more waiting.

No more hoping.

No more.

[bi-demon-ium]

OH YOU KNOW WHAT? i bet he's going to do the figurines h--THERE THEY ARE dflgkjdflgkjdfg seeing who recognizes them

what a weird fucking way to interrogate someone

[hawksugarbaby]

Shinso x reader - Burning sensation

Fluff

Every morning at 7:00 you would meet shinso outside your dorm to head to school "Hey Hitoshi how ya doin this mornin" you asked sideling up to the boy who you had gotten to know quite well through your walks too and from school, and your time in class, and lunch, and training after school, you were never really away from each other actually. He took comfort in the time you spent together and you enjoyed talking to him and being his friend. It was pretty understandable why he didn't want to be friends, to begin with, but there was no way in hell you were letting the boy go through 3 years of school without any friends! So you made it your own personal mission to change his mind about you, and you were pretty chuffed when he actually stopped pushing you away yep this boat was firmly tied to the dock now. "I'm fine just tired" he was always tired.

The gleaming white windows of your school came into view lighting up the area around it like a child shining a magnifying glass on a bunch of tiny ants swarming to their colony. You nudged his side with your elbow getting his attention "SO I heard someone is getting transferred into the hero course next year!" you were so proud of him! This was his dream come true and he was finally getting his big opportunity "yeah it's pretty crazy" it was true he was more than thrilled to be joining the hero course but he felt like he was betraying you in some way, you should be in there with him! You were just as powerful if not more than he was. It didn't feel right leaving you "I can't believe it Hitoshi! I'm so happy for you, we should go get ice cream later to celebrate!" you walked through the door together weaving through the other people dotted around the corridor to reach your own classroom tucked away at the end . the thought hadn't even crossed your mind about how lonely you would be without Hitoshi, and it was coming up for the end of the year, you would have to cherish your time more than ever. "Ice cream sounds nice."

Th day went on rather uneventfully, thankfully it was lunch now so food was on the top of your mind "what should I get today?" you asked your lavender friend, you were determined to have everything on the menu at least once before you left school, you had quite a few options to go "what about a cappuccino and the udon?" it was pretty lucky he was keeping track of what you had and hadn't got yet otherwise you would never get close to finishing the challenge "you just want my cappuccino huh" you stepped up to the counter and ordered your food and drink which was ready in a flash thanks to lunch rush (give the dude some credit he does lunch for that entire school every day!) "maybe" he gave a lopsided grin and you rolled your eyes.

you both set off for a table near the back where you usually sat when a green-haired boy waving his arm caught your eye "hey Hitoshi is that one of your new classmates" you questioned gesturing to the freckled boy who was frantically trying to get his attention "oh yeah that's midoriya" he brushed off the topic and continued off to your table "hey wait you should go sit with them!" you called after the boy who groaned and span round his purple locks dangled in front of his eyes blocking his view fully but he could tell you weren't gonna let him leave. "but... why?" "because they're your classmates silly come on" you pulled him over to the table much to his dismay "h-hey shinso do you want to sit with us?" midoriya asked and everyone else at the table eyed him up like a flock of vultures inspecting there pray "can (y/n) sit too?" wait no what you weren't in that class why would you sit there? That was like... the top dog table right? "Of course!" oh well oh kay then guess you were one with the big leagues now. "Hi it's nice to meet you, I'm ururaka" she introduced herself with a big grin, you noticed she was holding her juice with 4 fingers and had pink pads in the middle of her fingertips "I'm (l/n) nice to meet you too" you sat down next to Hitoshi excited to make some new friends, maybe if you liked them he would like them more.

"So you and shinso are really good friends huh?" you nodded as you took a sip of your cappuccino and ultimately decided it was one of the less amazing things on the menu "yeah he's like my best friend and I'm pretty much his emotional support dog" you giggled and handed off the warm, bitter drink to him which he was more than happy to take off your hands "in all honesty she should be the one joining your class, daughter of the number 2 hero couldn't cut the hero programme" he teased and everyone else gasped "YOUR DAD IS HAWKS!" yep it was true you were the daughter of the number 2 hero hawks and someone else?? Mum didn't stick around long, your quirk was a little HOT TO HANDLE (roll with it) "what's your quirk! Can you show us!" midoriya begged from across the table which Hitoshi was not happy about he didn't like it when people gave you more attention than he did "um no I definitely cannot show you! But I can tell you what it iss" you sang and the boy grabbed a pencil and notepad out his bag "uh it's called Pheonix I have retractable wings... made of blue fire... and I can fly and shoot the feathers and I have the feather blades like dad and all that jazz" "she also has the same dumb personality" Hitoshi added and you gasped looking at him hurt "don't talk about my dad like that he loves you" he did actually like Hitoshi a surprising amount and you were pretty convinced he shipped you like a 15-year-old girl watching 2 boys in an anime about superheroes (-_-)

"But if your dad is the number 2 hero how come you aren't in the hero course" ouch. You gripped your chopsticks harshly "some bitch thought it would be funny to knock me out during the entrance exam and it was too late to get me in by recommendation" the chopsticks snapped splintering off into a bunch of smaller pieces. The lively nature of the cafe suddenly turned to one of concern when 2 mini puffs of thick smoke filtered out from the back of your blazer blanketing the roof and the smell of burning fabric infiltrated your noses "your burning" Hitoshi said from beside you "OH sorry sorry I didn't notice" you said and started to calm yourself down by stealing Hitoshi's lemonade "you must be upset about having to be in different classes after the new year" the boy with the bird head said. Well yeah but he wouldn't be leaving you completely, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could start Hitoshi started "I don't intend on letting her go half a year alone in that class, either she moves up or I go back down" he grit his teeth at the thought of you being alone in that class by yourself, and if it meant he had to give up his dream of being in the hero course he would. You smiled and then sighed when you realised you couldn't finish your udon since your chopsticks had transformed into toothpicks.

Ah yes, finally the end of the day. You and Hitoshi walked out of the nicely air-conditioned school into the dry blistering heat of the outside world "oh god whyyy" you cried and shook your fist at the sun then immediately regretted it as a bunch of white spots danced around in your eyes (FUN FACT THOSE ARE CALLED PHOSPHENES. Y'know, like phosphor) "so ice cream" you stumbled around trying to your friends and jumped when he put his hands on the back of your shoulders "just keep walking dummy" he said and you did so until you gained your sight back. "It's such a hot day this is evil" you crossed your arms angrily as you made your way to your house since you had decided to get changed before you got ice cream so that the sweltering heat didn't melt you both to a puddle of sweat and ew (THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH OKAY).

"HEY DAD ARE YOU HOME?" you shouted into the house and a little red feather shot down to where you were standing "I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES THEN" you and shinso wandered up to your room dumping your bags with an audible thud "crop top and jeans?" you asked holding up your clothes and showing them off to Hitoshi "sure why not," he said and pulled out the bag of clothes in the bottom of your wardrobe that you kept there for him. "Vest and shorts?" he held up the clothes and you nodded and he descended down the hall to the bathroom waving to your dad as he went past. It was such a perfect day, it was too good to be overthinking little things like clothes or how lonely you would be without Hitoshi or what he meant when he said when he wasn't leaving you behind or how he really felt about you or- "how's my chicklet?" (hawk's most defining personality trait is that he likes chicken don't @me) your dad asked ruffling your hair "it is too hot to exist right now but Hitoshi and I are gonna get ice cream" you grinned and cracked open your window hoping a breeze would come through and cool you down a smidge. "Like a date?" "No dad it's not a date" "finneee have fun" he pouted and left you alone to get changed.

"Hey, Hitoshi what ice cream do you want?" you asked looking over the menu on the side of the truck that was parked in the park... "it's a vanilla day I think," you stepped up to the counter ordering your ice creams both with a flake obviously and sat on a cool metal bench which was hidden by the big weeping willow tree, it was your favourite spot in the whole park because it was always shady and the big tree made you feel like little kids again, you were so small in comparison and when the wind picked up the branches whipped around like a carousel and tangled together like a curtain to hide behind.

"hey you'll be okay in the class by yourself for a while right?" he asked and took a pit off his ice cream "I'll have to be won't I. I'm really proud of you you know that" you stole the flake that he was about to bite into and took a bite out of it letting the chocolate bit's fall off and land on your crop top melting almost instantly "I know. But I promise I'm gonna get you up there with me. You won the sports festival I don't know why they're taking me" (ROLL WITH IT) he stole your flake in retaliation and started eating his ice cream "because you deserve it stop doubting yourself" you preached. You listened to the cars drive by and the angry drivers honking at each other, in all fairness there were indicators for a reason. The bustling life of the city drowned out by the calm bubble surrounding the 2 of you "well you deserve it too (y/n)" he argued and you both burst into a fit of laughter knowing that it was almost impossible to be mad at each other and this wasn't even close to a reason.

"Hey I need to tell you something" he whispered taking a bite out of the sugary cone "oooh~ are you going to profess your undying love for me" you giggled not knowing what you were getting into in the next few minutes "yes... I am" ".....WHAT!" WELL, THIS TOOK A TURN "I like you. Like in a girlfriend type of way" he sighed when a big flake of his cone cracked and fell into the dirt under him "oh. This is unexpected" you whispered taking a bite out of your own cone getting crumbs down your top "if you don't feel the same it's okay I just wanted you to know" he pursed his lips and drew little circles in the dry dirt "no I do, I do feel the same I guess I just didn't realise I felt the same... does that make sense?" it probably didn't.

Of course, you felt the same, he had been your best friend for a while now so obviously you caught some feelings but you had never given them a title like, a crush or love or anything like that, they were just there. They would either go away or they wouldn't and now you were here. You were glad they hadn't "yeah it does" he smiled and the wind picked up a bit lacing the branches together to create th perfect veil as he leaned down and kissed you softly, it was nice and filled with love and admiration and your face turned soft pink and matched the heat of the sun beating down right now.

It didn't last long unfortunately as 2 pillars of smoke started coming out of your shirt and burning fabric once again took over your senses "NO NO NO NOT NOW COME ON" you shouted feeling the fabric separating on your back and you held the front of your crop top on your front "okay well we're gonna not do that for now" Hitoshi said calmy and you shot him a panicked glance gesturing to your unfortunate situation with your other hand. The back of your top fell off and you arched your back when it came into contact with the cold rugged bark of the willow tree "OKAY WELL NOT WALKING HOME LIKE THAT" he shouted and took off his vest throwing it to you and turning away.

You put it on quickly after you calmed down a bit and you weren't burning anything. "Okay you can turn around," you instructed focusing only on the branches in front of you "what not gonna look at me?" "nope" "why not?" you cleared your throat and clicked your tongue "because if I do this shirt will just burn off too and then we'll have to phone dad and get him to bring me a shirt and then he'll ask how I managed to burn two of my shirts off and then I have to listen to him go on and on like a 15-year-old girl about how he totally called that we would get together and then-" "alright I get it," he said putting his hand over your mouth 'well you just set yourself up for failure' you thought and licked his hand which he pulled back and wiped on your jeans "your gross" he chuckled and stood up wiping the dirt off his jeans and standing directly in your eye line putting his hand out to help you up. Which you didn't accept since you were rather busy ogling those goddamn washboard abs "well your not burning yet but you might be brain dead" he flicked your forehead and you shook your head slightly accepting his help up.

You started to walk home as the bright blue sky turned to a medley of tangerine and lavenders with pink brush strokes in between. "We should get ice cream more often," he said his honeyed voice cutting the silence held between you "I agree, we train so much we deserve it!" you exclaimed "you just wanna see me shirtless" he teased. It took every ounce of willpower you had to not burn the shirt off by accident but thankfully you didn't "pfft no. I want ice cream the shirtless thing doesn't have to be exclusively an ice cream thing" you pointed out nudging his shoulder with yours as your house got closer and he rolled his eyes wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him like 2 magnets sticking to each other.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow Hitoshi," you said once you reached your door "yeah see you tomorrow," he said pecking your cheek and walking off down the road leaving you astonished at your door. "DAD YOUR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS" you screamed as you entered the house.

4 weeks later

"We have another student joining the hero course" the grumpy teacher announced and you bust into the 1-A classroom with your wings outstretched behind you "PUT THE GREMLIN BACK" shinso shouted from the back of the classroom "GO BACK UNDER THE BRIDGE YOU CAME FROM" you shouted back and took your seat next to him "dad wants to know if you're staying for dinner after training" you whispered, "yeah what are we having?" "chicken" 

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 13/?

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: Part 13? The unlucky part??? I’m evil

Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name ( your best friend’s name).

I don’t know when this will be posted because time is dumb! But I do think I’ll have something prepared for Jason’s birthday<3

Hope you’re all well!

Warnings: Swearing, Eludes to sex, Mentions of injuries, Mentions of underage drug use (Do Not Condone), Mentions of sexual assault, Eludes to trauma, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

The next morning, Jason and Y/N would wake up in the same bed. Y/N would get up and stumble her way into his ensuite, trying not to wake him as he was still injured. It had been 4 days since his injury, and he was hoping that the next day he’d get his stitches removed. She would grab the clothes she wore the day before and walk into the ensuite.

She would fumble with her makeup a bit, realizing it had run slightly from the night before. Before just realizing it would be a lot easier if she took it all off. She wasn’t wearing heavy makeup, but it was just enough to hide what she thought were imperfections.

She wasn’t wearing anything, so she just threw on all of her other clothes and threw her hair up.

When she exited the ensuite, he was still sleeping in the bed, but his clothes were strewn across the room. She paused her thoughts to clean up his clothes and put them in his laundry basket.

She touched her nose to test if it was still warm and painful, which brought all the pain to the forefront, and it was still warm to the touch, she knew it was inflamed from the head-butting incident and looking in the mirror.

She didn’t think it would hurt this much, and she winced at the pain.

Jason would start groaning in his sleep, she assumed it was because they didn’t close the blackout curtains before they had their fun the night before. So she went to go close them when he went and grabbed her thigh, she laughed quietly.

“Good morning, Jason,” she said as she closed the curtains before  leaning down to see his face, and what was obvious bedhead.

“Hi,” he whispered before pulling her back into his bed.

She laughed, “Sorry, baby. I had to get up and get dressed.”

“Lame,” he whispered and curled into her.

“Jay, you’re naked,” she said.

“Thank you Sherlock Holmes.”

“Oh shut it, you should get dressed,” she suggested.

“Yeah, I should,” he said as he left the bed, crawling over her and going to his dresser, thank God he didn’t have any IVs and blood bags anymore, so he could walk without having to drag those around anymore.

She didn’t stare at him, because he nose started pounding and she whimpered.

“You alright, Y/N?” Jason asked her.

“Yeah sorry, my nose is killing me.”

“Well that’s what happens when you head-butt someone.”

She laughed, “I’m sorry okay, I panicked.”

“That part’s obvious.”

“You could pretend to care that I’m hurt, Jay,” she joked.

He laughed as he put on his boxers and his pants, “I could, but I also think you were being reckless, I worry,” he searched for a shirt, “I worry that us being together is putting you in danger,” he said as he found a shirt.

“Well, I like the danger, if there is any.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a danger,” he put on his shirt and fumbled with his hair, “It’s obviously because you’re attached to Bruce, you heard that man ‘I wonder what Bruce will give me for you’ he knew we had money. You need your car back.”

“I can’t afford the fees,” she sighed.

“Bruce can pay them, you know.”

“God no, I would feel so bad, I’ll just take the subway or something.”

He sighed and went back to her, cupping her face, “Please let my dad pay the fees, it’s dangerous out there,” he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, “I can’t stand that you got hurt linked to your shenanigans with me,” he kissed her.

“I guess it’s me being protective,” he said, “But I think it’s a reasonable thing to be concerned about, Y/N.”

“I’ll figure it out, I swear.”

“You figuring this out involved you head-butting your attacker, I get it was quick thinking, but my god woman, that was dangerous,” he said.

“You literally got stabbed protecting your best friend,” she argued.

“Okay, good point, but I’m prettier than you so I win,” he joked.

“What kind of fucking logic is that you bastard!” she joked.

“The kind of star-crossed lovers or something, I don’t know, I don’t write, you do.”

“I’ll sell our story to Warner Brothers, we’ll make millions off of us.”

“Two lovers, harassed by the press in the media, spend most of their time hiding and protecting themselves from the disgusting eyes of the media and the man who attacked one of them,” he said in a news broadcaster voice, “Amazing, isn’t it?” he joked.

“The kind of story Artemis said Dick would eat up.”

“Oh, he would. Man’s a sucker for a romantic story.”

“Well, maybe he can sell his and Barbara’s romantic story to the Warner Brothers, he’d probably make millions too, if it’s worth anything.”

“Well, they’ve known each other for years, and when they finally started dating, myself, Steph, Cass, Tim and Damien all celebrated to an extent, we all saw it coming from all those years of them knowing each other,” he paused, “They actually fought a lot when they were younger before they dated, it would be normal to hear Dick and Barbs going at it about how they hated each other.”

“That’s such a meet-cute stone-cold-woman meets goofy guy story that I hate it.”

He laughed, “They’re so gooey, it’s so cute that I want to vomit.”

“That’s valid. We should be cuter so that they want to vomit.”

“I like your thinking, Y/N.”

“You always do, I have good ideas, Jason.”

“Only sometimes.”

She laughed. It was true, someone with always good ideas wouldn’t have head-butted her attacker, but it’s not like she carried knives or guns around to defend herself. She was considering getting a conceal-carry permit, just because she truly was shaken up by the event.

But a little trauma makes for good stories, and her story with Jason was just starting.

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Dick decided he’d drive her to her class that day, she didn’t think it mattered that much, her attack, but she realized that a lot of them didn’t want to see her hurt, even if they barely knew her.

She figured it was a kindness that they all possessed. She heard stories of the Waynes paying off waitress’/waiters’ student debts. She heard stories of the Waynes being polite to their ‘lower’ counterparts of the world. She knew they wer kind people, so she wasn’t shocked when Dick insisted he drive her to her class.

“So, Y/N, what are your intentions with my brother?” Dick joked.

“Oh no, not this, I haven’t prepared my answerers for this exam,” she retorted.

“No, its a pop quiz, you have no chance to prepare.”

“Fuck. Can I drop out of this class?”

“How would you even accomplish that?”

“Tuck and roll out of the car, probably,” she joked.

“You ever done that before?”

“Nope, you?”

“Did it on a dare, Jase dared me.”

“And he calls me reckless,” she laughed.

“Well, we were still in high school at the time, we’re supposed to be reckless,” Dick said.

“You ever met a college kid? We’re supposed to be reckless too.”

“He’ll get over it in time, Y/N. I promise. He just needs time to accept that you’re going to be as reckless and opinionated as he is, no one really refuses each other like you two do, and I’m sure you don’t mean it to be like that.”

“I think you’re reading too far into it, Dick, we make compromises.”

“Then why is your car still an issue? Bruce can cover the cost no questions asked.”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“Maybe it’s something to think about.”

“Are you always this brotherly? I need to know what I’m getting into here.”

He laughed, “You really do keep out of the press, don’t you?”

She took that as a yes, he is that brotherly and would continue to be. She didn’t mind, she never had a brother growing up so this would take some time to get used to, but she did not mind at all. She just figured she’d have to keep her partying ways even further down in the depths of her secrets.

They didn’t need to know what she did and what was done to her, she even ignored those problems herself. If they came out, then so be it, but if she could keep them hidden, she would.

“What were you like back in high school?” Dick asked, trying to fill the silence.

“Probably not the type of person that your dad would want Jason to be with,” she admitted.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Honestly? I don’t want to talk about it. You’d probably have to get me hammered to talk to you about it.”

“Well, maybe one day you’ll go to a gala. And after you’re wasted, I’ll ask you about it.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

“I’m sure you will, Dick. I’m sure you will.”

“Well, we’re here,” he said, “You have my number right?” 

“I do, I do.”

“Good, call me if you need me to come get you and take you home, or to the Manor. Either or, no questions asked,” he laughed, “I expect the same when you have your car back, to be fair.”

“Consider it a deal, thanks Dick.”

“Anytime, really.”

She closed the door and waved him off, but when he pulled out of the lot, the press was at Y/N’s ass. She ran though, she ran far to get out of there.

Class was the usual. She wrote her normal psychology notes, sitting in her class, concentrating as she scribbled down the notes that she struggled to read.

When she was done and getting read to call Dick to come get her, her old friends from Metropolis showed up at her school.

“Hey! Y/N!” Christopher yelled when he saw her leave her class.

“Oh my god?” she said before running to hug him, “What the fuck are you doing here, dude?” she questioned, before looking at the rest of the car and seeing Justine, Kaitlin and Thomas, “What the fuck are all  of you doing here?”

“C’mon party girl, we’re taking you to your pale, you get dressed, and we’re going out,” Justine urged Y/N to join them, “Just like old times, man.”

“Yeah! We haven’t partied in weeks since you got your scholarship! We know you’re busy and trying to discipline yourself, but we can go party every once in a while, girl!” Kaitlin added.

“You know we miss you too,” Thomas finished.

“Alright, I need no more convincing, let’s get going,” she said as she hopped into the car and they went going to her house. She thought on the drive there, What if I fall back into old habits, and I’m doing so well, what if I fall off?

She couldn’t have more thoughts because before she knew it, she was in her house sending Jason a quick text,

Hey baby, I can’t come over tonight. Old friends came by.

Oh. I hope you have fun, I’ll probably be with my brothers. how did you even get home?

They drove me. I promise I’ll be over tomorrow and you’ll have me all day and night long, though.

That. That is exciting.

It should be.

She got dressed.

And she sent Jason a photo of what she was wearing (like the picture above) just to get him going. Before running out of her place and hopping back into the car.

“You always dress to impress, don’t you?” Thomas asked.

“I dress like I know what I’m doing,” Y/N joked.

“Never change, Y/N, never change,” Justine joked back.

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She walked into the club she frequented back when she was in high school, but the Gotham one. She had a fake ID, and she used it well and was in the club before the rest of her group knew it.

Justine would grab her hand and take her to the bar, Fuck, she thought, Here we go. And they ordered drinks. 

The rest of the night was a blur of people, drinks and her friends.

She knew she overdid it from the minute she woke up, in her bed, feeling around for her phone in her messed up and torn up sheets. Het body was covered in bruises, she noticed between harsh blinks from the pouding headache she was nursing. She remembered why she didn’t party as hard anymore. She didn’t even know how she got home that night. She found her phone and turned it on, 8:00am it read. She checked her messages, adn there was Jason, at 7:00am he said;

Are you awake yet? 

To which, she replied: I am, why?

How drunk were you last night?

I think blackout. I don’t remember much. 

I can tell.

Tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.

You did something stupid.

What did I do?

You called me at 3am and told me you loved me, followed by saying you threw up at one of your friends. I don’t even know how you got home.

Well that’s not that bad.

You told me about your past.

Oh.

When were you going to tell me you’re a recovering alcoholic?

I don’t know.

Come here. Come over. We need to discuss this.

Alright, alright. I’ll be there soon.

Dick will come get you in an hour, actually. Don’t leave the house without him.

I won’t.

She got up and looked at the mirror at herself. She was covered in bruises, her makeup was smudged, her eyes looked sunken in and her hair was a mess. She sighed, knowing she fucked up, and wiped off her makeup and got in the shower. She quickly showered and put on a turtleneck and a pair of jeans.

It was to hide the bruises from Jason. She assumed someone had physically assaulted her, possibly sexually. She only had that thought once before she pushed it very far down and swallowed it. She went to go make coffee, but her head was racing at the ideas of last night and what she said.

She was fucked up and she did fuck up. She knew she shouldn’t have drank. but she did. And she knew Jason was either really pissed or really sympathetic. She was scared at how much she might have discussed when Dick honked his horn and she left the house.

In the car, Dick tried to break the silence, “You should have told someone, anyone. We’re all really good at listening, Y/N.”

She wiped away a few tears that were pooling.

“You didn’t need to hide from us, Y/N.”

“I do.”

“No, Y/N, you don’t. Jason’s probably more mad that you didn’t tell him over you actually being a recovering alcoholic. You called him last night and let it all spill out. Everyone knows, you don't need to hide anymore.”

“Of course I did,” she said, swallowing more tears and her voice breaking.

She wanted her past as an alcoholic to die when she moved out of the city, because she didn’t want everyone to know how broken she was, fighting with addiction. A lot of her anxieties and treatments of people make sense with her past addictions, but that doesn’t mean she liked them.

She hated that girl, the wild party child who almost drank herself to death, her body was just recovering fully from her escapades when she went out clubbing. She knew this was going to be an issue, but she didn’t know how to fix it.

He looked over at her and caught eye at one of her bruises that was peaking over her turtleneck. He tried to not stare, but she noticed.

“Don’t ask about it, Dick. I don’t know what happened.”

“I think you two will get through this.”

“I hope we do, but realistically,” she paused.

“Don’t think like that.”

They pulled into the driveway and the minute Dick unlocked her door, she was out of there, speed walking to the door and then to Jason’s room.

She opened the door to find him reading a book, she would have smiled at this, had she not been certain that they were about to fight.

“Jason?”

“Oh. You’re here.”

“Yeah, I just-” 

He cut her off and got up from his bed, looking ever-so disappointed in her as he walked to the door of his room. She expected the fight to take place in the hall, so she tried to step back when he grabbed her forearm with one of his hands and yanked her into his room. She assumed maybe, just maybe his room was soundproof so his family wouldn't have to hear the yelling. He closed the door once she was in and stared at her.

She gulped, expecting him to let loose on the argument now about her drinking and her confessing she was a recovering alcoholic, but instead, he pulled her into a hug, which she yelped at.

“Jason?” she said, shocked.

“Shh,” he broke from the hug and cupped her face, “It’s okay, really.”

“But I hid it from you...”

“You know, we’ve only known each other two weeks or something, right? I get you hiding it, I just wish it didn’t come out like that,” he laughed and kissed her quickly, “Besides-” he noticed the bruise on her neck, “What’s that?” he asked, grabbing her hand and clutching it.

“There’s...”

“There’s more?” he asked.

“What, I mean, uh... uh... no?” she stuttered.

“Take your shirt off.”

“Jason...”

“Or tell me the truth.”

“Baby-”

“So there’s more, who hurt you? Did you fall?” he asked, getting a little bit heated, really squeezing her hand.

“I don’t know.”

He cupped her face, “That’s okay,” he leant his forehead against hers, “It’s okay, I promise, I do. I just really don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I don’t try to,” she said.

“Seems like trouble likes to follow you,” he said.

“Well, you found your way to me so I’d have to agree,” she joked.

“Ha ha. How’s your nose?” he said as he broke contact with her to go sit on his bed, she followed.

“It still hurts, but I can’t tell if that’s from last night or from my shenanigans with the attacker.”

“It could honestly be a combination of both, depending on what happened to you, have you asked your friends for the full story yet?”

“No. I’ve been scared to.”

“I don’t blame you.”

“I’m going to. Right now.”

“I support your decision on that,” he said as he turned on the TV in his room, but then Y/N paused.

“Y/N?”

“Reports are in of a group of friends, who all got arrested last night, for bodily harm of a man who attempted to rape their friend, Police say., the suspects in the attack are Christopher Green, Justine Wong, Kaitlin Benoit and Thomas Harthrew. More to be coming soon.”

“Thank god that girl had those friends.”

She turned to Jason, “So,” she paused, “I’m glad you think that, because, those are my friends.”

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Elysium // Luke Patterson

Summary: The boys of Julie and the Phantoms need a hail Mary to dethrone Downslide from opening for Panic! At the Disco. While Willie is done to help his blue eyed crush and his friends there’s one issue: Willie can’t drive the bus. Moving a bench is one thing but driving an entire tour bus?  There’s only one person who can and Willie’s not sure where she is after year of no communication

Warnings: Swearing, angst, talk of death (it’s a ghost show, why is this a warning??), mention of assault, violence, and fluff.

Words: 11.5k

A/N: This is why I haven’t posted much in the last week. I’ve been writing this massive fic that I refused to turn into a series. My god, 11k words. I don’t think I’ll be doing this again. Enjoy and comment if you figured out who Rudy is!

Masterlist

There wasn’t much in the afterlife that you enjoyed after time spent in the limbo between the living and dead. Listening to songs before they were released lost its appeal just as much as dancing on stage with the ballet companies around the world, of being an unseen extra in shows and films being filmed.

Then you found a purpose a couple, well it could be more than a couple, years ago when you found a lost soul. William Young, Willie to his friends, had been sitting on the curb staring at the pavement entirely still as he had for two days.

The time from the last breath you took to walking the streets of Los Angeles was a blur in all honesty. The years bled together as you stayed stationary in a world that kept on spinning and changing, growing up. You had watched your friends hit new milestones you could only daydream about. Friends that graduated college and built new lives on the ashes of memories that included you.

Today’s walk was an attempt to escape your friends’ greying versions standing in front of a once vibrant sculpture. It happened every single year, but this one hurt the most. Listening to your friends recall stories of all the adventures you did together.

From being drunken idiots jumping off cliffs into that one lake the summer of freshman year. Or making a bonfire on the school’s roof with all the entryways blocked, rather stupid with the exits being blocked as well. Sneaking into concerts and stealing that one car that came close to sending you to boarding school.

The rebellion that still lived in you had mellowed in the five individuals with the adult responsibilities of family and work. Martha had removed all piercings but her lobes while Chase quit dying his hair colour. Jordan now had three children and a bought house.

Seeing the group no longer young had made your feet swiftly move from the memorial for a walk. The only thing that stopped you in your tracks was tripping over something in front of you.

“Ouch.” You hissed rolling onto your back with a moan of pain that faded with the sniffles.

Curled into his knees, sitting on the curb was a teenage boy about your age. Long hair curtaining his profile you found your eyes grasping the cracked helmet that spoke for itself abandoned by his side.

“Your kinda a hazard there.” You simply spoke sitting down next to the distraught teenager, “Heads up, I suck at comforting people.”

At his silence, you spoke once more, “I’m digging the tie-dye. Did you do it yourself?”

“This is some kind of stupid coma dream right?” The boy’s voice was husky from crying and disuse, “I’m probably in some kind of hospital with a tube down my throat.”

“I’d say yes, but it would be a blatant lie.” You spoke twirling a loose thread on your jeans while the stranger gazed at a spot on the street.

His dark brown eyes bloodshot as he remembered the car honking mere seconds before he heard the sound of a thud. He recalled struggling to breathe with his broken ribs and his screams being illustrated with bloodstains.

He remembered thinking how he had just bought that board a week ago with his allowance.

“Am I really dead?”

“Yes. We’re are a couple ghosts in a lively city.” You informed him with one handheld in the space between your ethereal forms. The teen hesitantly placed his hand in yours with a firm shake.

“William but call me Willie.” He softly told you, catching sight of the patch on your jean jacket—one of many from both when your grandma owned it and then when you did.

“I’m Y/N. Let’s blow this disappointment. I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know.” Brushing off the invisible dust on your jeans, you held your hand out to him, “We’re about to make the afterlife our bitch.”

A stark contrast to his former hesitance he immediately grasped your hand to tug himself off the curb. The forlorn skater didn’t question the board in your hand or how he could possibly even touch his own board. He didn’t wonder how it wasn’t in pieces like it had been when he first got hit.

That rebellion that ended your life flared again in the presence of your best friend with crashing Justin Bieber’s house. Of rearranging items in classrooms to freak teachers out and sitting in the cars turning the radio on and off. Haunting the living until the friendship fractured under the influence of a powerful ghost.

Caleb Covington had bewitched the skater with promises and extravagant gifts until Willie had taken the offer.

“He’s not like you said he was! I think you should give him a chance!” Willie cried following you around the place you had taken to be home.

“Willie he’s a bad guy! He butters you up until you give him what you want! That’s when you see his true colours. All he wants is your soul to power his magic and spread his reach!”

“I got to talk to my sister!”

“Your sister is five years old! It’s not Covington that gave you the opportunity. She won’t remember the experience as anything other than an invisible friend!”

“There are so many people at the Club that we can talk to. Aren’t you tired of the same routine and people we see?”

Willie’s pleading brought your full attention to the skater avoiding your gaze, “William Young…you took his offer.”

Willie tore his gaze from the art on the wall to find yours blatantly glaring at him with a bucket of random colour in your hand.

“The Club is going to France to tour around the country for a while. I’m dead, so I might as well make the best of it. Besides who gets to skate through the Louvre!” Willie beamed, watching as a small smile, found its way on your face at his excitement, “I’m sure Caleb would let you come to the Club tonight!”

“Willie, you are my best friend, but I’ve already seen the Club. It’s not my style, and I want nothing to do with it.”

That interaction was one of the very few speckled through the years when Caleb discovered who you were. No matter his offers, you never took the deal and when he saw how close you and Willie where he kept the skater busy. The Club didn’t appear in Los Angeles for a long time until Willie’s distance seemed too great to bridge.

“So, you need a way for the slot to be empty?” Willie asked the trio of ghosts all spread around the area.

Unfortunately for Luke, the only person they could get help from was from the very guy that placed them in a predicament. While Alex was the one spearheading the conversation with the long-haired skater Luke was glowering in his direction.

“The Orpheum was the thing we never got to do. We spent hours practising and performing with one goal-“

“Play the Orpheum and get distance from our parents. Well, at the time that streetdog and becoming legendary was my main focus.” Reggie recounted the feeling of suffocating in a house filled with fighting. A home he wished still stood, now dead all he wanted was to see his parents.

“We almost did it too.” Luke pouted relaxing his glare at the skater who openly sent apologetic gazes at Alex’s bandmates.

“So, we need to get rid of the opening band.” Willie nodded to himself, thinking about ways before he caught sight of the abject horror on the band. The skater’s eyebrows raised, “I know I deeply fractured the trust, but I’m not suggesting murder.”

“Okay. Good.” Reggie whistled relaxing his tense posture while Luke grumbled under his breath an insult that in turn got Alex’s arm into the guitarist’s ribs.

“Your best bet would be getting the bus out of LA. The band will probably celebrate the upcoming gig.”

“Could you make the bus disappear?” Alex hesitantly questioned shifting in his now vintage sneakers. The blonde-haired drummer flushed slightly under the endearing smile from the skater. The feelings create a confliction within Alex under Willie’s issue, leading them straight into a madman’s hands.

“I can move a bench, turn sirens on, but a bus is outside my paygrade.” Willie openly admitted showing his hands deep in his pockets, “The only person other than Caleb that has enough power-“

“-is he just as evil?” Luke demanded crossing his arms to glare at the male that had unfortunately caught the interest of Alex.

However, Luke couldn’t blame Alex for falling for this guy because well, Luke saw the teenage ghost’s appeal. Willie was attractive, but he wasn’t the type of person Luke would fall for. Plus he had initially made Alex incredibly happy, and Luke would never blame Alex for that.

“She is as different from Caleb as one can be. She uh…she taught me everything about being a ghost. Actually, found me where I died.” Willie cleared his throat as the guilt and sadness reared its head from deep within him. The guilt of leaving his little sister to grow up without him and the sorrow of not growing up with the girl.

It wasn’t often Willie allowed himself to remember the little girl, barely five when he died, who was always dancing. His little sister adored the colour purple and anything shiny and more than once Willie had let her dress him up. Willie’s greatest regret is that he’d never have that interaction with her. God, she’d be around his age now and in high school.

“Okay, so where is she?” Reggie clapped his hands, bringing the skater out of his thoughts and back into the present.

Luke saw the hesitation in Willie, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”

“Kinda?” Willie trailed off bouncing on the balls of his feet, “I haven’t seen her in years now. Last time I saw her we fought about the whole joining Caleb thing? I’m not even sure if she’s still in LA.”

“Of fucking course,” Luke grunted shoving both hands in his hair taking a few steps away from the other ghosts.

First, he dies, then he gets caught up in some bullshit revenge plot, then makes a deal with the devil without realizing it, and now their one chance is going up in flames. Luke Patterson was livid with the universe and the shitty hand he had been dealt, but at least he had his friends with him.

“It can’t hurt to look for her?” Reggie innocently offered with a shake of his shoulders, “It’s not like we have any other option.”

“Did we ever even have options?” Luke hissed, causing Willie and Alex each to flinch with the different guilt they carried.

Alex was guilty of going to Willie for help when getting back at Bobby was the biggest thing. Willie was guilty of ignoring his instincts on keeping Alex as far from Caleb as he could be he just wanted to impress the drummer. It’s not like Willie had many options for dating, and well, Alex was the first to get his entire focus.

“Dude. Stop. No one saw it coming.” Reggie bumped his hip against the annoyed guitarist, “Let’s find this ghost and get our shot at playing.”

The quartet of dead guys didn’t have high hopes of finding the girl in question, but it seemed the universe took pity on Luke Patterson. Just two hours into their search on the edges of the city limits an individual was walking.

The person’s stature leaned against a smashed concrete wall of the skeleton of where a building once was. The only thing the group could make out was a faded jean jacket with splotches of colour. Her ankles crossed as her back leaned against the cement, oozed laid back confidence. Coming closer, Luke noticed the sunglasses perched on top of her head and the lips painted dark.

“What do you need Willie? I heard you were looking for me.” The husky voice drew Luke in the most. The lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms enamoured with the girl.

“How’d-“Willie’s question was cut off as you simply tapped your right index finger against your temple.

“How do you think you managed to get here?” You inquired pushing off the cement to stride over to the group. To Willie’s surprise, he was tugged into your embrace before swiftly pushed away, “Come on. We should head in before someone catches us.”

In the dark as much as the other three ghosts, Willie dutifully followed you past the pieces of cement littered around the area. Gasps of surprise sounded as the once empty space became filled with buildings. It was not as extravagant as the hotel the Club worked out of, but it was hidden from the living and dead eyes.

“Where did this come from?” Reggie gasped astounded by the people once hidden from his view, moving around the area. 

“This is Elysium. Don’t judge the name I lost the right in a poker game with Susie and Rudy. I’m Y/N.” You informed the group leading them to the gate where two people stood stoically guarding it, “Rudy was hellbent on calling it Valhalla.”

“This is Luke, Reggie and Alex.” Willie gestured to the awed trio of musicians only lingering on the blonde. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see the attraction between the skater and the blonde; finding a date in the afterlife was a lot harder than the living.

Nodding a greeting to the two ghosts, you lead the group to a building painted a pretty turquoise blue colour. The sign above the double doors a stark white with calligraphy writing simply stating Elysium Management. It was a building set up like an administrative office of three stories, and you led the group right up to the top floor.

“Just a heads up…Rudy is a little suspicious of people.” You admitted standing outside a door with a nameplate the only descriptor, “He’ll come off a little gruff and rude, but when you get passed that he doesn’t shut up.”

“I can hear you through the door dumbass.” The words were called out from the office door opening.

The man standing in the entry wore a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His honey-brown eyes lit up with a teasing look before it shuttered at the sight of four strangers behind you. Rudy had valid reasons to not fully trust people after the shitshow in his hometown when he was alive.

“And you’ve brought strangers.” Rudy deadpanned with a sigh concluding his sentence as he stepped back into the office. It appeared like the world repositioned itself on the young man’s shoulders once more.

“I should be done within the hour. We can go over everything.” You informed your business partner and friend. Receiving only a nod from Rudy, you closed the door to his office, cutting off the view from your guests.

“He’s..uh.”

“Standoffish? Rudy keeps his past to himself, all he’s ever revealed is that he’s from a town a few hours away.” You spoke, opening the door to your own office decorated differently from Rudy’s more sterile black and white aesthetic.

Your office had splashes of colour with vintage posters of both music and film framed on the walls—a plush couch in the corner with a basket of blankets next to it. Instead of sitting behind the dark desk, you chose the couch instead. As you settled in the corner, you flicked one finger bringing an extra seat over.

The motion shocking the three boys accompanying Willie who had seen the abilities himself.

“Okay so why did you want to search for me?” You questioned the skater leaning back in the seat.

“When did this all happen?” Willie countered gesturing to the office in a building settled in the middle of a ghost town. A literal ghost town.

“There’s an empty lot in LA that used to house an abandoned apartment building that Rudy and I both called home. Of course, it was torn down, and we kinda knew that there’s wasn’t a place that didn’t have the threat of being annihilated at some point.” The memories of those unknown days trickled into your mind among the more positive ones, “We wanted a home. A place to call our own.”

“A week or so later a skittish pixie of a brunette crashed into us full speed. Susie had a certain ability that Caleb desired to have under his thumb. There are so many ghosts he had manipulated into selling him their soul. Rudy and I both wanted to stop Caleb from having that chance for everyone.” You continued, “Can I show you?”

The moon shone through the light clouds as a duo wandered LA’s streets in different mental states. The only home you had known had been unceremoniously ripped down with no future plans in place. Your entire life had been in that apartment in a building you had once thought only you inhabited. You had been unaware that on a separate floor, Rudy had been dwelling.

The two teens in starkly different clothing grew close with each other through the whole being the dead thing they shared. The mission was to find another place too, use but the feeling of home being ripped away tore at their hearts. The apartment was a place Caleb Covington hadn’t been aware of.

Your thoughts threatened to turn darker as a force knocked you onto your bac—aA short brunette groaning in pain to the left of you. The girl was Gwen, who would become very important to both Rudy and you.

I’ve always been a little different than most people. I can move things short distances, but I developed a specific talent. I can get inside people’s minds to plant, remove or alter memories or simply talk and read their thoughts.

The sound of your voice in their heads freaked them out more than they would like to admit. The intrusive tickle of something in their brains unsettling as you made a more present entry so they could feel it.

“What?”

“This is why I can’t be anywhere near Caleb. The whole reason he gives people stamps and takes their souls is because of me.” You fully admitted clasping your fingers in your lap, “He couldn’t cope with the fear of another ghost leaving so added a stipulation to joining his Club.”

“How did you come to create Elysium?” Alex inquired leaning forward in his seat to rest his elbows on his knees. Luke and Reggie followed his posture as the anticipation built.

“Everyone deserves a safe place. A place as far away from Caleb as possible and we do so for free. No fee is required, and ghosts are free to come and go as they please. They are welcome as long as their unfinished business keeps them in this plane.”

It sounded like a sweet deal to the group of teens, but they had other commitments, “You can tell us more, but we need your help.”

The pleading in the messy-haired brunette tore at your heartstrings like the one time Willie brought you to his house. It had been shortly before your friendship fractured, a few years ago. He had brought you to a suburb for low-income families and straight to the backyard where a twelve-year-old year danced.

The dead skater boy and the rebel sat in the patio chair on the tiny porch nestled in the postmark sized backyard. A quintet of pre-pubescent girls danced on the lawn to some bubblegum pop song. The Young girl was submissive to a more confident girl even when the venue was the Young girl’s home.

“The girl to the left is my little sister Kayla. She’s twelve now, it’s been seven years since I died.” Willie’s brown eyes saddened at the dancer who had a spark of maturity in her eyes, “I check in every once in a while. These are Kayla’s friends. The bossy girl is Carrie, and while the band is a group, she is the unofficial leader of the band Carrie’s Constellations.”

 “She looks happy.”

“Kayla’s always been bubbly in personality, but she had questionable friends.” Willie outright admitted keeping his eyes pinned to the girl that had grown up in a blink of an eye. Her dark hair concealed by the gaudy purple wig; the colour assigned to the teenager.

“It’s nice that she still enjoys dance.” Willie finished reaching out to grab your hand in his and just like that Willie transitioned back into carefree, “I found this really cool skatepark I think you’d like.”

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Alex winced as the three musicians flinched as a sudden purple spark of colour lit up their midsections.

Like a tentacle, your mind reached into the quiet raven-haired boy with the leather jacket. Beyond the imagery of docile golden retrievers and steaming plates of food, you found the regret and fear in the boy. Stepping into a recent memory, you watched their experience at the Hollywood Ghost Club.

“You’ve met Caleb.” You sighed roughly pushing your index finger between your brows feeling the familiar ache.

“It was a stupid decision,” Luke spoke up, tearing his focus from the mysterious girl that ultimately had the power in her hands. The entire plan was weighing on the decision you would give, “Either we join his house band, or we don’t exist.”

“Hm.” You spoke as the kaleidoscope of colours in Luke’s eyes glittered under the sterile lights of the room. It was difficult to look away from the enthralling teenage ghost, but the emotion wafting off Willie was concerning.

“They died before they could perform at the Orpheum. We’re banking that getting the opening slot with giving them the push into crossing over.” The long-haired skater leaned closer, “I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I can’t do much.”

“So, you want to pull ’09 incident again?” You completely ignored the trio on the couch staring directly at the sheepish skater with raised eyebrows, “Only this time without the train?”

“Train?” Alex whispered, looking between the two long-time friends with interest and then next thing he knew Alex was in the backseat of a van crushed between Reggie and Luke equally confused.

Chicago, Illinois 2009

William Young and Y/N Y/L/N were complete hellions in the ghost world, creating havoc that fascinated the living population. The recent event being the highjacking of a van filled with drunk teenage boys. These boys had been the sole reason a young girl was recovering in a hospital with life-threatening injuries. The scene changed to a hospital room with Willie and Y/N watching a girl with massive bruising laid.

It had hit both Willie and Y/N hard catching the tail end of the new report, Willie thinking of how that could have been his sister. Even if Kayla was only five years old, having a sister set things more in perspective. For you it was a flashback to when you were alive and thus led you to the ICU room for the girl.

Slipping into her unconscious mind was easy but while the injured teen appeared peaceful to the hospital staff, she was anything but. The poor girl’s mind replayed the traumatic incident over and over like a movie; keeping in the shadows, you gently repainted the portrait with lighter and brighter images. 

For Willie, he watched as you wavered on your ghostly feet and smoothed out the features of the girl. The heart monitor subtly changing as the injured girl relaxed, and suddenly your interference heightened her chances of survival.

“I got it.” You spoke to Willie with a heated glare on your features and when the ghostly musician trio blinked they were back in the van.

Your hands gripped the van’s steering wheel with Willie turned in the passenger seat to watch a group of living boys scream. To the living eyes in the van, no one was in the front seats but whispered words spoke into their minds.

You’re going to go straight to the police and tell them what you did. You’ll hand over the photographic evidence and demand the worst punishment. You’ll leave the girl alone, or we’ll come back to finish our job. You will pay for the hospital bills if the family agrees. 

The boys trembled with the putrid scent of urine permeating the enclosed vehicle. The distant sound of a train echoed in the distance as the van stopped on the tracks. No matter how much the living boys moved the doors refused to open, and the windows remained unbreakable.

“WE promise!” The ringleader cried, slamming his shoulder against the door with the train’s bright lights illuminating the van.

“Let us go!” The other screamed, slamming his bruising hands on the window.

Alex was flinching at each slam of fists on the glass, leaving smears of blood. Knuckles broke from the window. At the very last second, your foot slammed the gas pedal taking the van millimetres from the train screeching on the tracks.

You and Willie stared at the stationary train lit up from the van’s headlights with the rhythmic flashes of the red and blue police lights. The van’s seat arrangement was different with the ringleader in the driver’s seat. 

The three ghost musicians standing unseen behind the duo but in the real world out of the dreamlike memory you knew.

Elysium, Present Day

“Holy fucking shit.” Alex cussed out of breath, leaning back on the couch with shaking limbs and fear in his bloodless veins.

Luke’s eyes blinked owlishly at the boy that he had once thought could never do something as terrifying and torturous. He was afraid to even ask the outcome of the life-threatening incident you did on the assailants.

“That is the reason for the train.” You barely glanced at the shaken trio to stare at who had once been your partner in crime, “Willie, I have responsibilities here. We just opened a new division for the children we house here.”

“It would take a few hours.” Willie pleaded, positioning his hands into a pleading position turning on his charm. The puppy eyes you had always struggled to say no to as if you weren’t the type of person easily capable of staying strong.

“We’ll do anything.” Luke pleaded just as much recalling the countless times he had charmed himself out of situations, “Please help us.”

“I’ll have to make arrangements with Rudy and Susie, but I might be able to pull some strings. I’m really sorry Willie, but I’m gonna need to erase your knowledge of this place. There are too many people depending on this setup.”

Outside the Orpheum

Outside the legendary venue, three out of four band members for Julie and the Phantoms walked up to the marquee. Hopefully, the letters for Downslide would be changed into their band name just under the main act. Everything was riding on Willie and Y/N’s capabilities. Trusting the skater was challenging to do and more so someone they didn’t fully know.

“Look, don’t worry, guys. Willie said he’d get us on that marquee.” Alex soothed his friends on each side of him. All three wearing concerned expressions at the place that hopefully was their last stop before crossing over.

“This is gonna work, right?” Reggie questioned with his hand confidently sliding into the pockets of his black jeans. The relaxed posture a juxtaposition to the anxiety and nerves on his flushed face.

“It has to.” Luke’s lips pursed into a pout with his words tinged with a dialect different from his best friends. The faint souvenir from the place he spent a few years growing up before moving to LA.

Luke’s words were highlighted by the groans of pain as that flash of purple courtesy of Caleb’s death stamp appeared. All three hunched over clutched their chests breathing through the pain; Luke was the first to unfurl his form.

“Whoa!” You gasped flashing underneath the marquee beside Willie. Rushing to give Luke support without even a second thought.

When the aftershock faded, the guitarist stood straight up with a thankful smile that boarded on adoration.

“Are you guys, okay?” Willie asked, keeping back with the swell of guilt that happened, seeing the familiar symptoms of post-shock. He had felt them a time or two in the time he had sold his soul to his unfortunate boss.

“Yeah, it’s nothing we haven’t felt before,” Alex replied, rubbing his hand over the baby blue shirt he had chosen today. His blue eyes doing their best to avoid looking into the puppy-like ones of the skater, “How’d it go?”

“Well, when that opening band wakes up, they’re gonna find their bus 200 miles outside of Vegas.” Willie proudly announcing turning on his heel to show off the Downslide jacket he took from the lead singer. His fist extending to bump yours instinctively before he did so with Luke.

“With no chance of getting back in time.” You snickered in response living on the adrenaline and nostalgia of the rebellion. With Elysium, you had turned around your life, “Meaning-“

“-there’s probably a promoter upstairs right about now freakin’ out.”

 “Nah. This is Hollywood, man.” Willie scoffed with a wave of his hand matching the one you supplied, “I’m sure he’s being very professional.”

As Willie finished his sentence up in the promotor’s office out of earshot of the ghosts stood a very pissed adult. His finger-wagging his finger with teeth clenched, his flushed skin a juxtaposition to the cheery blue Hawaiian style shirt. Frank Wolfe couldn’t believe how stupid his once opening band was.

“What do you mean the bus drove itself into the middle of the desert?” Frank questioned progressively growing more and more frustrated. His assistant Tasha casting concerned looks to her typically collected boss, “BUSES DON’T DRIVE THEMSELVES!”

Tasha flinched at the sudden loud growl of the sentence but more so as Wolfe starting slamming the phone into the cradle. Her fingers halting on her keyboard, going over the list of frequent acts. Unfortunately, the five acts had other commitments causing Tasha to fear tonight. The blonde lady was worried Wolfe could have a breakdown once more.

While Willie snickered to his own words, your eyes, not your mind, could read that Alex wanted to talk to the skater. With only a teasing jab of your elbow in Willie’s ribs you shuffled around the drummer to join Reggie and Luke away from the ‘will they won’t they’ couple.

“So, can you do me a favour?” Luke hesitantly questioned you with his inquisitive eyes a greener colour in the sunlight. His attractive eyes took your full attention with a simple tilt of your head, “Julie’s family means a lot to us, and could you keep an eye on them?”

“And Carlos,” Reggie interjected rocking on his polished pleather boots he had spent ages on finding for his rocker aesthetic back in the ’90s.

“-Julie’s little brother.” Luke supplied at the confusion painted clearly on your pretty features. His green eyes scoured your face as he always did that flushed both his and your faces red.

“Yeah, of course, I can.” You firmly told the two dead boys each standing tense in front of you.

You could easily see the love they held for the living family that had come to mean so much in such a short amount of time. Since first meeting them you had always gotten the feeling that their living years weren’t the best. For Alex, it was living in the ’90s as a young gay teenager during a terrifying time for the LGBTQ+ community. Reggie flinched at the raised voices, and Luke had longingly stared after the happy families milling around the Elysium.

“Did you ever find out what your unfinished business was?” Reggie inquired fixing a strand of his dark hair that had fallen onto his blemish-free skin. Your smile faltered at his question; nonetheless, you answered.

“I did.” The two words carried a sense of pain with them. Your eyes unfocused recalling the euphoric feeling of seeing the breathtaking white light of the peace exuding from the beyond and the agony of denying crossing over.

“How-“

“Hey! Y/N!” Willie called out to the young denim wearing ghost with his beaming grin, “Don’t go stealing buses without me!”

Luke swore he could see your laughter in the air, just as endearing as the smoky quality your voice carried.

“Don’t go glitter bombing criminals.” You returned as your best friend dropped his board to skate off to wherever he was needed. It was bittersweet to reconnect with him knowing that it could be the last time.

When Caleb found out, not an if but a when Willie had a hand in helping his desired band it was high chance Willie would be gone. Caleb was all too powerful, and when he was betrayed, it never ended well.

“I need to get back to Elysium. Susie’s arrival is tonight. Good luck with tonight.” Your words were accompanied by a hug for each of the boys. The one with Luke lingering the most, “I wish you could play for the kids.”

“Yeah. Me too.” The brunette, messy-haired boy’s words carried a hidden desire simply to be in your space more. The teenage ghost helps those in limbo while wearing a jean jacket with patches from many decades. The jacket creating an unknown time you had lived.

“Goodbye, boys.” You told the trio before you poofed away from the busy streets of Hollywood where the band had come full circle in death.

“Are you guys, okay?” Reggie inquired his best friends, forgoing his casual personality for the layers underneath. His blue-green eyes filled with only concern.

Alex and Luke shared a lingering look, “Yeah. We’re okay.”

The dining hall was filled with long tables and chairs populated by the ghostly forms of everyone currently living at Elysium. It was reminiscent of a British book turned film series of youth with magic abilities. The series had been a favourite of a former resident.

“Incredible.” Susie breathed staring at the joyful people having a place to call home. Making the limbo between life and death more bearable.

“We’ve done well. You smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist, “It’s so nice to have you back.”

Elysium was so much more than you could ever hope for. It kept growing and growing with more ghosts. Since the founding of the haven, new developments continuously happened with one resident’s unique ability.

Harvey had joined the haven a year into the founding bringing the ability to gift the residents with the capacity to eat. During his life, Harvey had been a renowned chef and the dream to make food it carried into his death. As long as Harvey cooked the food with his volunteer staff ghosts were able to eat it.

“Harvey has outdone himself again,” Rudy announced his arrival at your side with his arms crossed, displaying his corded muscles. The constellation of moles on his face standing on his pale creamy skin.

“Rudy!” Susie squealed, throwing herself into his arms with the same glee that came each time. Susie and Rudy since their first meeting had a special bond as chosen siblings who bonded over heartache.

Rudy had died, leaving his best friend and his strawberry blonde girlfriend in the living world back in their dark hometown. It was just one tidbit he had revealed throughout your friendship. The only physical connection to his living friends was the three picture on his desk of a group of people.

The first picture had a lean version of Rudy with his arms thrown over a Hispanic boy with a crooked jaw and glimmering brown eyes. The Hispanic boy had his arm around a pretty brunette girl with deep dimples and wavy brown hair. The two boys wore a sports uniform of some kind holding lacrosse sticks.

The second picture had Rudy and the Hispanic teen again but with a beautiful petite strawberry blonde. Along with them was a brunette with blunt chin-length hair and hardened features besides a shorter blonde male with blue eyes.

The last picture was of Rudy with the same Hispanic boy wearing graduation caps and gowns with two beaming adults. The male adult wore a tan shirt adorned with a star on his left pec and dark brown pants. He had to be Rudy’s father with similar features. The woman was of Hispanic descent with laugh lines, and thick dark curly hair pulled into a half do; obviously the Hispanic teen’s mother.

The pain in Rudy’s face each time he saw the pictures closed off a desire to ask him about the people.

“Hello, Susie.” Rudy chuckled, wrapping his arms around her small stature, “How was Europe?”

“Why don’t you ask the five newcomers I found before Caleb?” Susie teased gesturing to the ragtag of new ghosts immersed in conversations.

“Family?”

“A boarding school had a fire. Those five were in the fire when it happened and the only victims out of seven that didn’t cross over.” Susie’s tone faded into a melancholy tone with her small arms wrapping around her middle. Faded brown eyes staring at the younger of the five seeing herself in them.

“That’s terrible.” You whispered, staring at the table with one finger picking the patch of a band from the ’70s, “I can’t imagine how scary that could have been.”

“Yeah.” Susie softly spoke, pushing a strand of her hair off her temple just as equally sad for the way that death had no qualms of how it took.

The youngest ghost in Elysium had been a three-year-old toddler who passed over quickly when he was found by the deceased mother. The two had been separated at death and luckily shared the same unfinished business of finding each other.

“Miss Reynold’s has twelve spirits that finished their business.” Rudy softly informed his two partners. Soft smiles formed on their faces at the happy news of Elysium’s goal being accomplished again.

“May they find everlasting peace and serenity.” Your words intertwined with Susie in perfect sync of the motto coined after the first crossover, “I suppose the Serenity will begin planning?”

“Have the Serenity ever not performed their duty?” Rudy raised one dark eyebrow with a rhetorical question. E/c and faded brown met recalling the countless times Elysium had hosted a celebration for those who found their unfinished business.

“That is-whoa.” You gasped stumbling at the scream echoing in your mind accessorized with the vintage sound of a band.

Calloused hands grasped your shaking form from collapsing onto the ground from a proverbial psionic shove. Agony slammed your brain flickering into an old fashioned club filled with people in both colour or black and white attire. You caught sight of baby pink, deep royal blue and bright red suits. The pained screams of a skater in a dark room overtaking the music in the Club.

“No.” You whispered clenching your hands on your head, feeling the dread building in the pit of your stomach.

The joyful voices in the hall muted while your body flickered with the deep instinct to leave the haven for the one place that utterly terrified you. It was the familiar touch of Susie and Rudy that kept you from finding the one person that meant the world. Willie’s soul was on the cutting board, and Caleb obsession with performing was the only reason Willie still existed.

“Willie.” You whimpered tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, feeling the panic in the skater’s mind.

“Susie help me.” Rudy stonily spoke ushering the distraught girl from the busy hall into an empty room.

Your shaking body finding purchase on the plush sofa with Susie holding one hand in hers and Rudy brushing the sweaty hair from your forehead. It wasn’t often your psionic abilities left you in such a state, but the distance proved difficult.

“Shit.” Rudy grumbled frowning, “This is bad. Y/N, we need to get you to Willie. You’re flickering, and the distance isn’t helping.”

“You want to take one of Elysium’s strongest ghosts straight into Caleb’s domain? You know how much he wants her in his Club.” Susie hissed to the co-founder of the haven they had to take extraordinary measures to protect, “It won’t work! You’re throwing her to the dogs!”

“Susanne I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t necessary. Besides, we always have a plan.” Rudy retorted narrowing his whiskey eyes at the younger girl, “I’ll take her to get Willie, but you need to stay here to make sure everything runs smooth.”

“Are you sure you can-“Susie cut herself off with a nod as Rudy displayed the reason he could do it, “Okay, yep, you can do it.”

Rudy came back into her vision in his signature position with one eyebrow raised, and his arms crossed. The reason why Elysium worked so well was Rudy’s ability to erase an object from the view of anyone. He could make himself invisible to anyone and in practice, developed it to hide items and location. With his ability, Elysium was permanently hidden to anyone outside of his power. Illusions were his unique ability.

“You aren’t the first person to doubt my capability.” Rudy informed the other ghost reaching one hand out. With his fingers caressing your temple, he snapped his fingers, transporting you and him away from Elysium.

The empty room of Elysium’s dining hall was exchanged for the business streets of Los Angeles, bringing an improvement in your body. Pushing away from Rudy, your eyes frantically scoured the unfamiliar area for any hint of Willie.

“He’s close.” You exclaimed closing your e/c eyes to focus solely on your sixth sense kicking in. Rudy’s gasp snapped your eyes open to see his eyes pinned on your feet where a glowing neon purple smoke wisped.

“What is that?” Rudy demanded crouching to touch it, but it was like nothing was there. His whiskey brown eyes meeting your confused gaze.

“I have no clue, but I feel like I have to follow it.” Robotically your feet started walking following the smoke through the streets.

Rudy was silent as you came upon a park swallowed by the darkness of the night with the moon barely showing through the clouds. The odd purple smoke the only offering of light so far from the path with street lights.

“Of course we have to go through a park.” Rudy grumbled, “Nothing good ever happens in wooded areas at night.”

Lifting your eyes from the smoke, you looked at a deeply unsettled Rudy lost in the past only he knew. His mind recalling traipsing through the forest with his asthmatic best friend in the middle of the night. The last night before the unknown took over his life. Oddly enough dying and returning as a ghost was the most normal with everything that happened with his friends alive.

“You can go ba-“

“We’re not splitting up,” Rudy growled plainly scowling at your hesitant features. Rudy’s slammed the door closed on his past life.

Sensing unease Rudy’s calloused hand reached over to slide into yours in platonic support. You continued your mission, unaware that three certain ghosts in breathtaking suits were searching for you. 

Alex, Reggie, and Luke, affected by the purple jolts, failed to find the one place where their plan B could work. What Julie hadn’t known was that the guys had a plan just in case the Orpheum wasn’t their unfinished business. The three would go to Elysium to accept their fate and ensure Julie believed they crossed over.

With no Elysium in sight, the boys returned to the Molina garage hoping that one thing would go their way: Julie would go straight to bed.

The glow purple smoke trailed through the city park into an older part of Los Angeles before it stopped. Where the smoke stopped was a vast empty space surrounded by trees.

“Well, that’s a little anticlimactic.” You grumbled crossing your arms, “Willie’s somewhere here. Do you think Caleb has an underground lair?”

Rudy cast an unamused expression at you, “From past experience. No, that’s not likely. He probably has an apartment downtown. An underground network of caves in the woods is more shapeshifter style but still not true.”

“One: You’re rambling. Two: What the hell kind of life did you have?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows at his rather odd piece of information.

“An old one.” Rudy spoke, staring ahead, “Besides, I think we should check out whatever building is hidden from our sight.”

“Hid-“Your mouth halted when Rudy roughly gripped your shoulders to twist you to face the empty space.

“Close your eyes. Trust your senses.” Rudy spoke softly, “Or pay attention to the slab of concrete in the middle of an empty space with well-kempt grass.”

Your palm slammed your forehead with a resounding thump in the night with distance lights from surrounding buildings. Rudy squeezed your shoulders as he stepped to the side once more in turn, closing his eyes.

“Walk in my mind.” Rudy stated for the first time in your friendship, allowing you to look in his mind. Your hesitance was met with another squeeze of comfort in his calloused grip.

Your tired eyes closed as your mind timidly stepped into the rather breathtaking mind of Rudy, who felt guilt the most. While Susie’s mind was like a summer day spent at a lake with brightness and gorgeous field of flowers, Rudy’s mind was different.

It was dark in Rudy’s mind but not as if evil, but as if he had been touched by the darkness and painted permanently. There’s was the odd whisper of childlike laughter intermingled with the full adult laugh of a woman; the laughter overshadowed with the sound of funeral music. You felt the lose near that memory. Rudy’s mind was painful to be in and drowning in the feelings he had.

Your breath caught seeing a door you assumed was of his childhood room with a name you couldn’t pronounce for the life of you.

“My parents named me after my mom’s dad.” Rudy spoke through his mind with a soft smile on his face, “I couldn’t say it, so I called myself Mischief. I stopped using it when my mom died, and I went by a shortened version of my last name.”

Your eyes watched as the door disappeared, and the reason you were in his mind came back to the forefront. Your eyes watched the image forming of a vintage hotel rippling in the air before it solidified. The size reminded you of a castle, and it felt like you were storming it.

Without any more mental interaction, you stepped out of Rudy’s mind back into the real world. The very same hotel in plain sight to both Rudy and your surprised elation.

 “Honestly didn’t think that would work.” Rudy breathlessly laughed, staring at the hotel once hidden to them. A dark comparison to Elysium.

“How do we play this, Rudy?” You inquired looking over at him, “This is very different from stealing cars and scaring teens.”

“Easy. We blend in.” Rudy responded, holding one hand out to grasp yours in which you noticed your attire had changed, “Perks of illusion? I can alter our own perception of ourselves.”

“Oh, wow. That looks expensive.” You replied, staring at the diamond bracelet on your wrist matching the necklace you wore.

Rudy’s attire had changed from his normal button-up with the sleeves rolled to be layered under a charcoal grey vest and jacket. Sleek matching pants to his coat and the dark black-tie matching the elegant black dress you wore. He had taken pity on your footwear to fit your ability to walk and for the fancy place.

He even had diamond cufflinks that matched you, but the wedding rings on your fingers took you aback. Your widened eyes staring at him.

“Tonight we’re Mr and Mrs Martin,” Rudy spoke choking on the last name he gave as it was the upscale name toppled from his lips.

“Okay. This is a test of our abilities.”

“This is if our plan A of being invisible doesn’t work. The one thing we know for sure is that Caleb has never seen either one of us.” Rudy soothed your nerves with a half-smile,” Let’s get Willie out.”

Your arm slipped into the crook of his to walk to the front door, “I feel like a spy. I feel like that Naomi Roma-“

“It’s Natasha Romanoff. Have you ever seen one of the marvel movies?” Rudy demanded walking up the entrance with a pained smile, “You’re like my best friend and when he wouldn’t watch Star Wars! Never caught one of my references!”

“Okay! Sorry, we can watch the movies when this over.” You grumbled as your heels clicked in the foyer of the hotel. The inside made you feel like you were sent back in time to the roaring ’20s.

“Oh damn, this is nice,” Rudy whispered, staring at the chandelier in the extravagant lobby of the last place you wanted to be.

While on the outside the two ghosts appeared cool, calm and collected they were anything but. Both a wreck inside from the perilous errand they had done that could very well be the ending of Elysium. Rudy nudged you to begin finding Willie with your mind, but you didn’t need to.

That same glowing mist was on the ground pulling you in the direction of a dark hall away from the route to the Club. Rudy kept his eye out, a characteristic carried into the afterlife from his time with the FBI, as you followed the mist. The hall continued to get more and more dark as the walk continued.

 Finally at the end was a blood-red door.

 “I swear to god if he kills his Club members, I’ll lose it.” You hissed to your arm candy, “What if he’s really H. H. Holmes disguised as a former magician? His door is blood red!”

“Have you been using your serial killer colouring book again?” Rudy demanded stuttering his steps to place his whiskey brown eyes on you. The sheepish expression on your face was enough of a response to gain the look of disbelief could have sent you into hysterics had the time not been too serious.

With a grin belying the situation, you twisted your wrist to open the door to hopefully where Willie was being held.

“What a cliché. He’s keeping Willie in the basement?”

“Will you shut up!” Rudy hissed right back with a clenched jaw entering the somewhat unfinished basement. It was cold even to your dead standards where the cold didn’t bother that much.

At the bottom in front of a desk with only a small lamp as illumination sat a vacant-eyed Willie painstakingly detailing a fabric. The lush purple velvet fabric was bougie, to say the least, and rather outlandish for the skater.

“Willie.” You softly coaxed the teen to glance up from the fabric you found to be something Caleb would wear. Willie’s brown eyes barely met yours before they returned to the sewing needle in his hand and the tiny beads in the bowl.

“Caleb is actually forcing him to be his personal seamstress?” Rudy scoffed,d stepping right up by your side to look at the work.

Both trying unsuccessfully to coaxed Willie out of the stupor he was engaged in the sudden poofing wasn’t heard.

“Mrs. Young taught both Willie and Kayla how to sew. She’s quite the seamstress, reminds me of my old one.” Caleb wistfully responded with a smarmy smile on his face, “Well if it isn’t little Y/N and whoever she brought. Nice threads.”

“Let him go.”

Caleb’s index finger caressed the corner of his mouth so gently to ensure the stage makeup didn’t budge. His clear ocean blue eyes turning thunderstorm navy as his lips parted in such a bone-chilling sinister grin.

“Let him go? He tried to take my new house band from me. He thinks that those boys not crossing over is his punishment. I think that adorable but so very wrong.” Caleb shrugged, dragging his finger down the bicep of his puppet.

“What can we do to- “

“You see after he’s done fixing the tuxedo jacket I’m going to tie him up on the table and slowly strip away his soul piece by piece. No, Willie won’t get the quick and easy zap erasing him. I’ll personally see it’s the most painful thing he experiences and I’ll do so happily.”

“Willie! Wake up!” Rudy shouted, shaking the skater’s shoulder frantically with his focus never entirely leaving the mad man. The whiskey brown eyes panicking at the odd displaced feeling of reliving his living life.

“That won’t work.” Caleb chuckled crossing his arms, “It’s rather amusing you think you can beat me. I’m Caleb Covington! I’m persuasive enough for hundred of memberships to financially benefit the Club.”

“And I’m Y/N Y/L/N bitch.” You snarled viciously throwing your mind into the nefarious narcissistic mind of the washed-up magician. 

Caleb Convington had started to bore his audience with the same tricks at every previous show. The lack of interest depleting the attendance numbers and severely hurting the financials. So Caleb decided to broaden his talent by copying the likes of Harry Houdini.

He had a knack for both the dramatics and swindling his audience to be tricked by the illusions he created. The heightened popularity increased Caleb’s thirst for status and fame, so he overestimated himself.

Surrounded by adoring fans and journalists, Caleb had his assistant lock him in a safe with no key, to the audience’s knowledge, and push the safe into the river. Unfortunately from the infamous magician and escape artist the safe warped due to the material it as made out of. Caleb Covington died drowning in a safe at the bottom of the river.

You flinched feeling the emotion at the time Caleb had died and the feeling of disappointment at not leaving a legacy. Your continued your trek in the struggling mind of a man who viewed himself as invincible. You caught glimpses of a young Caleb with his family and the moments of tragedy that shaped him.

You saw his first taste of power in death and the content since the first time he erased a ghost from existence. It sickened you more as you reached the point where Willie came into Caleb’s path.

I’m unique, Caleb. Unlike you with the illusions and empty promises, I have real power that you could only dream of. Hearing your thoughts and planting my own words is just the tip of the iceberg.

Caleb screamed in response holding his aching head as you cruelly ripped every memory of Willie from his mind. The screams echoed not only in the basement but through the hotel the Club worked out of.

“Stop!” Caleb pleaded, shaking his head back and forth. The anguish was un-fazing to both the lucid people in the room. Rudy too busy trying to wake your best friend from the trance he had been placed in.

“I can alter memories. Remove them and even plant memories of my own design. You may take from people, but I give to people. I refused to give you anything.” You circled the man seeing double from outside and inside his mind.

I’m everything you wish you could be.

Your last action in his mind was searing a burn that flashed across his entire body from a nerve stroked. With the heat equivalent to magma in his veins, you burrowed to where Caleb controlled the souls. With a smear of your fingers, Willie’s soul was released from Caleb clutches.

“C’mon. Get Willie.” You told Rudy sending Caleb into an empty trance as if he was no more than a wax figure. Rudy eased the skater up from the desk while you exchanged Caleb to sit on the chair holding the needle, “We need to leave. I’ll get rid of any speck of Willie in memories.”

“I didn’t even get to punch the guy.” Rudy pouted, dragging his feet up the stairs away from the magician.

“That’s a good thing. I’m sure Caleb would be more pissed about his nose being damaged than losing Willie.” You scoffed helping the man urge Willie to walk up the stairs and then down the hallway to the entrance.

As you walked you brushed the minds of every individual in the building, all members in attendance, you gently removed all traces of Willie. By the time you reached the edge of the park, you had relaxed.

“We should get him to Alex, they didn’t crossover. I can still feel their imprint.”

“He’d be safer at Elysium to lay low.” Rudy replied, keeping on eye on the skater and on anyone he could see.

With only a nod, you ushered the ghost to teleport both the skater and himself back to the safe walls of Elysium. As he did so, you reached out with your mind to the blonde-haired sweet male in adoration with your best friend.

Clicking his place was easy enough for your draining power after the taxing bond with Willie’s absent presence. Instead of walking as you would generally choose you poofed on the cement pad in the backyard of a home. The surrounding skirt of the backyard encased with plants and flowers.

“Hello?” You called out in the darkness. The soft, mumbled words had your feet moving in the direction.

Standing in a circle mesmerized at the purple tattoos lifting off their skin was the boys of Julie and the Phantoms. The teenage beautiful Puerto Rican girl stood across from Luke with Reggie and Alex on each side.

“Alex?” You called out to the boy wearing a baby pink vintage tuxedo that complimented his skin and hair exquisitely. The outfit definitely screamed that Caleb had something to do with it, especially with the missing fanny pack.

“Y/N?” Luke gasped turning to see you in incredibly fancy attire matching his gorgeous blue suit modified to having no sleeves. The anticipation of eating at you to find Reggie rocking a red suit with butterflies on the fabric.

“I’m sorry you didn’t crossover.” Your words soothed the sad teenagers that had accepted their fate only to have no control again. An introduction was brought between you and Julie when the living girl elbowed Alex.

“Not that we mind but what are you doing here? How did you get here, and why are you dressed up?” Luke inquired, pushing his hands into his suit pockets, engrossed with your gorgeous appearance.

“Well when you crash a fancy Club with a narcissistic founder…any means to blend in is necessary.” You responded, “As for your second question.”

Your finger tapped your temple before continuing to speak, “I’m here because Alex deserves to know. You all do.”

The boy in baby pink frantically stepped forward, “What happened?”

“Maybe it’s best, I just show you?” Your brows furrowed to your own question accompanied by your lower lip being bitten by your teeth. The red lipstick not budging as it was an illusion as well.

“Hu-“Reggie grunted as he spiralled with his two dead bandmates into the scene that had sent you on your determined mission.

The rough action of being drawn into your memories as jarring as the first time and just as scary. The maniacal magician pacing the dark basement simply to heighten his dramatic speech. Alex’s heart clenched at the vacant look in the skater’s eyes with the faintest tinge of purple in the gorgeous brown.

“I feel like I got carsick.” Reggie moaned leaning over to clutch his midsection once you released the ghostly trio. Reggie would often gain a look of disbelief and horror from the blonde drummer, but his entire brain was centred on Willie.

“Rudy took Willie back to Elysium where he’ll be safe. If you want, you can join us.” The words were offered to both the dead and living currently in the room.

Opting out, Julie retired to her bedroom to calm down from the rush of performing at the Orpheum of all places. Besides she felt like going to Elysium was best for the three boys, and maybe they would move there. Julie would miss them, but she knew they’d always come back.

Susie was quick to hug you tightly as you stepped through the gates with the dead members of Julie’s band. The boys changed out of the tuxedos they had dropped off at a donation centre, Reggie had wanted to burn them. After living on the streets for a short while, Luke understood the need for clothing, so the clothing was taken to shelters.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. Rudy told me you overexerted yourself again.” Susie spoke with a deeply furrowed brow oblivious to the puppy dog look from the bassist in red flannel.

“If I didn’t, Willie would be gone.”

“You’re pale yet flushed cheeks. I can see you have a fever. You need to rest.”

“I need to soothe Willie out of the trance that psychotic prick put him in.” You scoffed shaking Susie’s hand off your shoulder to sidestep her, “I’ll rest when he’s fine.”

“I-“

“At least gab something from the cafeteria for energy.” Susie’s brown eyes dimmed at your typical brush off. The same routine of overusing your powers and not recharging correctly, “He’s in Cottage A!”

The boys were on your heels as you power-walked through the streets of the ghost city with one location in mind. The living streets with homes of all style and colours appeared passed the bakery, the school and the clothing stores.

“You can eat?” Reggie whispered as a little ghost girl licked an ice cream cone walked by.

“Harvey adored cooking for people when he living, so he continued in death. Harvey can make food for ghosts, and so can his staff if they work in his kitchen. His pastry chef provides baked goods to Flora’s Bakery and makes the best ice cream.”

 “Oh my god.” Reggie practically squealed wholly flabbergasted by the almost perfect place you created, “How do you pay for things?”

“We don’t. What Harvey doesn’t grow in his garden, he can make ingredients out of thin air. We all have some kind of job we do. Everyone has a role in fulfilling to keep Elysium running.” You simply spoke keeping your eyes on the cottage with the robin’s egg blue door.

As if he knew Rudy flung the door open elated to see you standing there. Both of you still wearing the illusioned attire. IN milliseconds he wiped the illusion away, returning you back into your street clothes.

“How is he?”

“No change.” Rudy replied, following your steps in the living room. The skater was staring blankly at the wall.

“Willie!” Alex cried, rushing over to kneel beside the boy that had so swiftly stolen his heart without him realizing. The emotion in his word didn’t get a microscopic flinch from the formerly so-called enemy.

“Everyone be quiet.” You demanded forcibly staring each person in the room down for a mere second. With the desired silence continued, you ignored the headache forming in your head to step into the skater’s mind.

William Young was screaming to be released by the prison of his own mind Caleb had forced him into. He had felt the restriction on his soul lifted and the mist of purple leaving his brain, but he was still stuck.

He could barely breathe with the weight on his chest. Willie didn’t like feeling stuck in one place as he was a wanderer at heart. It was a reason why he had joined the Hollywood Ghost Club with the promise of travel.

Willie come back

In his mind, the sound of your voice firstly grounded the young man as a mirage of your form flickered. Your eyes screamed worry while the smile was one of relief.

Caleb can’t hurt you anymore. Come home.

The spectators watching see your flinching wavering expression and the tensing of Willie’s facial muscles. Everyone sat on the edge of their seat as the two pairs eyes opened in synch of the yells of hurt.

What they didn’t expect was your eyes to roll into the back of your skull and you to collapse onto the floor.

“Y/N!” Willie cried, stumbling off the couch onto the cold floor where your body lay prone, “Wake up!”

It seemed everyone forgot the little detail of being dead.

 “She’s fine.” Rudy remarked, shaking your arm with such gentle care matching the four guys’ care in the room.

Your eyelids fluttered open under the bright lights of the unused cottage still waiting for an owner.

“Susie was right.” You grumbled allowing Willie to help you sit up against the blue velvet couch. Your mussed hair adorable in the eyes of the guitarist utterly enamoured with everything about you.

“She usually is.” Rudy mused, thinking of the many times she had proven everyone wrong, “She punched me for not bringing you home.”

“Gotta love her.” You snorted turning to face the four ghosts awkwardly gazing around the room. It was barren of personality with the lack of inhabitants. The yearning quickly found in the boys’ eyes, “You know this isn’t the only cottage in need of people.”

“What do-“

“You’re welcome to live here. I know you three live in that studio, but here you can have a real bed. You can eat and having your own place. You can come and go as you please.” You offered without looking, Rudy.

“I don’-“

“If you don’t want to live here, it’s okay, but the option is always there. Willie, we make plans for a skatepark-“

“Oh, you had me from the start.” Willie beamed tugging you into his arms, “I missed this. I missed you.”

 “Me too.” You murmured into his warm embrace equally relaxed at knowing he was safe again. Your eyes clashing with the soft blue had Ideas songwriting already filled with lyrics of a pretty girl wearing a jean jacket with patches.

The lyrics turned into songs both in the studio and the cottage that Luke, Reggie and Alex accepted in Elysium. It had been a spirited discussion with Julie on moving to Elysium, but the boys were always there when she wasn’t in school. Often Elysium hosted a concert for the residents with the visitation of Julie.

Your reciprocated attraction with the messy-haired hazel-eyed guitarist flourished into a serious relationship. Luke took on the role of teaching how to play the guitar and songwriting. Alex took of mediation while Reggie worked with Harvey.

Willie quickly took on designing the skatepark he taught at while also taking a position at the ghost school.

“Morning.” The soft whisper roused your sleep into the golden glow of the morning light and chirping birds.

The growling aspect of his voice coming from only just waking up. The sight of Luke’s bleary eyes was heartwarming.

 A year into moving into Elysium, Luke had asked if you’d like to move in as he was the only one in the original house. Alex had moved into the little cottage with Willie three months into the relationship while Reggie was going back and forth between Susie’s room and his own place.

“Morning.” You hummed leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

“You know I thought my life ended when I died. That I could never find someone and have a family. That I couldn’t share my music with the world. I was wrong.” Luke murmured as he cupped your cheek in his hand, “The band is growing more and more each day. I found the love of my life, and we have a family with everyone. I haven’t felt like I had had home for so long, but I get it now. You’re my home. I love you.”

Your cheeks warmed up at the adoration Luke displayed in his expressive hazel green gaze just as it had since day one. The awe fell from his lips before you pressed a kiss to his lips, only one of the many in the eons to come.

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