#goodie x reader

[teeskzagain]

» warnings: desperate!seungmin, grinding, begging, infidelity/cheating (oops)

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jeongin ver.

felix ver.

“come on, just real quick.”

you groan, eyes rolling back as you try to resist the boy behind you, “oh- seungmin, please.”

“what?” he ruts softly against your ass, slightly pissed at the blockade of clothes in the way, “let me just stick it in for like a second. i need this bad.”

your body lays pathetically while seungmin rocks deeper into you. his cock every so often would poke out from the open slit of his underwear, causing a surge to jolt through him and a breathy moan fills the room.

craning your neck back slightly, you attempt to get a good look at him, “i thought we were supposed to only cuddle?”

with your hips sticking up, he raises his hand towards your pajama pants, firstly caressing the curves of your waist then moving up to toy with the waistband, “yeah, so did i. but your stupid ass had to go and turn me on, practically smashed my dick into your thick skin.”

his hands get grabber in the way he’s feeling up the smooth area of your thigh and part of your butt, not holding back anymore. he continues to drive his pelvis into you, “what was i supposed to do? it’s your fault you got me all horny and- and shit.”

roaming all over your body, he pulls the top of your pants down, revealing the vastness of skin below, and his leaking tip slightly grazes your ass, “fuck, oh fucking….y/n, please. needa fuck you so bad right now. can i? you’re gonna be good and let me fuck your pretty ass, right?”

he rubs his cock all over in an effort to leave streaks of wetness, just as he comes into contact with your entrance and slowly does he start to sink himself in your flesh.

you bite your lip and shut your eyes, trying your absolute hardest to not make a sound. because if you’d been any louder, your sister would hear you from across the hall.

and she could never know that her boyfriend decided to go into her precious, little sister’s room late at night. simply, to cuddle (fuck) you instead.

[alexiswritergirl]

“I think I’m in love with my best friend.”

“I think I’m in love with my best friend.” He utters.

Of all the things he could’ve predicted, loving you wasn’t what he anticipated. He doesn’t know how it happened or why it happened, but this sudden moment of epiphany set off a slew of thoughts. 

He tossed and turned his body constantly, completely sprawled in bed to forget about those bubbling feelings to find some rest; however, those underlying thoughts of you flooded his mind, like a ferocious tsunami. 

He never imagined a simple friendship with you could grow into him being utterly infatuated with you. Admittedly, you’re kind, strong, smart, and even beautiful, but you are just a friend, and it would never work out.  He’s too difficult for anyone to handle; hell, he can barely handle himself at times and he knows he can be a jerk. But the more his brain tries to rationalize his feelings, the more his heart takes the lead. 

He couldn’t stop the wave of “whys” and “hows” from washing over his clouded mind. What was it that made him feel this way? Was it the way you smile so happily or how contagious your laugh is? Was it the way you talk so passionately or how your eyes light up whenever something even remotely sparks your interest? Whatever it may be, he sees you differently: more than a friend, more than a sibling, more than just someone. He sees you. 

And now, he feels different. It’s all too foreign for him to grasp what’s stirring up inside him, especially when he yearns for something more. It’s like something is urging him to do everything with you, whether it’s something significant or simple, from wanting to travel the world with you to telling you all of his dirty jokes.

He lies in his scrunched sheets and stares at the ceiling, lost in thought, contemplating the “what ifs”. What if it does work out? Maybe, he can love you. But, can you love him too?

He doesn’t know how this new chapter in his life will end, but he knows for certain he wants to start it with you.

RIN, Sae, Oliver, Kaiser, Isagi, Barou, CHIGIRI, RAICHI, Karasu, Hirori, Tokimitsu, or any of your favs <3

[yorshie]

Safe With Leo

bayverse leo x female reader

SFW, reader in peril off screen, injured reader, Leo pining like a TREE, new nickname acquired, reader is not coping well after violence.

(I think the backstory me and @fuckedupcleric decided to go with was reader got carjacked then Leo did his own carjacking to get her back, but it's up for reader interpretation)

“Where do you think you’re going?”

His voice was low and even, at odds with the way his hands were clenched tightly into fists at his sides. Your gaze lingered on where the right was freshly bandaged, the strips of linen tight, the smell of ointment heavy in the air surrounding him.

The hallway where Leo caught you skulking wasn’t very wide. His shell blocked most of the light from the arcade around the corner. You tried, and failed, not to shrink in on yourself, despite the little voice screaming at you that it was Leo, the one person you always felt safe with. Should always feel safe with.

“Can’t sleep.” You told him, finally, honestly, too tired and too jittery to be able to stand the beeping and sterile cleanliness of the needle room. Your voice was a croaky thing, raw from screaming and sobbing yourself hoarse. Your ears rang, where you had deafened yourself in the enclosed space. Your palms and feet were raw, bruised from the concrete and trying to scratch yourself free. Your arms stung underneath where you were gripping onto your biceps in an attempt to hold yourself together. You could feel the deep cuts littered there, even through the bandages underneath the soft sleep shirt covering you. Covering you, you reminded yourself.

Safe with Leo, you told yourself again.

He let out a slow, heavy breath, the kind you were used to hearing directed at Raph, or Mikey, when either was being particularly annoying. It twisted something deep inside your gut, soured the saliva in the back of your mouth. The feeling of being trapped settled back in your gut when he swayed to the side, creating a space for you to slip past him.

He followed you, like a hound shadowing your footsteps, raising the hair along the nape of your neck. You heard him huff, the noise quiet, before he dropped back another step.

His voice was soft, but firm, when you reached the atrium, “Turn left, head to my room.”

You stalled, foot catching on the cold floor, a wince pulling at your mouth before you could hide the pain, “But-”

Leo shook his head, closing his eyes to dismiss your protest, “There’s no way you’re going to sleep on that couch, blossom.”

Blossom.

That was a new nickname. Before tonight, he’d always used your name, formal and polite, or on the rare occasion, if you were being especially sassy, he’d drop ‘princess’ in a smooth and silky voice that never failed to shut you up in a way Raph couldn’t when he teased you.

Tonight, however, Leo hadn’t whispered your name when he’d scooped you out of the trunk of the car hours before. No, it’d been blossom he’d pressed against your bloodied hair, voice wrecked and shaking as he’d cradled you in his arms and bared his teeth at Donnie when his brother had tried to take you away. It had been blossom he’d cooed at you while holding you still so Donnie could bandage the cuts on your arms, back and legs while you cried.

It’d been blossom he’d whispered when everything had become too much and you’d curled up into a little ball, the last word you’d heard when Donnie had ushered everyone out of the needle room.

Hearing it now, your feet resumed automatically, not ready to press and ask questions, not liking the newfound uncertainty that surrounded your feelings where Leonardo was concerned. 

He shadowed you all the way to his room, his normal, soothing demeanor gone, feeling more like a caged animal at your back than the friend you had grown to know these past two years. 

You stalled just inside the door, taking in the neat and orderly room that you’d only seen in passing before. “I don’t… think I should be here.” 

It felt sacrilegious. A privilege you hadn’t earned. An insight to Leo that made your palms sweaty and itchy and your stomach feel like lead. You wanted to be here…

You feared it.

He was watching you with an unreadable expression when you turned. “Do you want to go back to the needle room?”

Needle Room. Just the name sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps and chills breaking out as you recalled the phantom smell of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant.

“No,” you whispered, too tired to keep the petulant edge from your voice despite the fact you knew he hated it.

Leo sighed again, his shoulders moving with the motion, and you idly realized his hands had yet to move, or unclench, from the rigid way he kept them at his sides. “Then, you,” He tipped his beak towards you, then to a point across the room, “bed.” 

He waited, patient as the moon, for you to cross the room, silent as you pulled back the covers and slipped between the sheets. You weren’t sure what to make of the way his eyes lingered for a moment, or of the way tension seemed to bleed out from his frame.

“Get some sleep.” He offered, voice noticeably softer, closer to that rumble you remember from the nightmare of your rescue. “If you need me, I’ll be just down the hall.”

You watched, unblinking, as he turned and disappeared from the doorway, not even a scuff of his feet to announce his departure. 

Maybe you were dreaming, maybe it had been a fictitious Leonardo that had offered the one thing you’d dreamt of, the one thing that you were sure you’d never get to experience. The one wish you’d squashed and squeezed, hoping one day it would disappear completely.

You were in his space. You looked slowly around the room, taking in the little pieces of decor, and the way everything was set just so. It screamed Leo, down to the soft blue blankets you were curled up under. 

Safe. The room told you. Safe from prying eyes, from staticy emotion boiling off other’s bodies, from questions you weren’t in any state to answer.

Safe with Leo.

Your eyelids fluttered, tension bleeding out of your spine with every deep inhale, letting the stale scent of teakwood and jasmine on the sheets, the incense from across the room, the tea on the little table beside your head, swirl together, lulling you to sleep with the scent of Leo.

Safe with Leo.

[actuallysaiyan]

My Cinnamon Girl

warnings: smoking, general fluff pairings: Older!Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Barista!Reader summary: Kento is your regular customer and one night when he really needs you, he ends up finding you outside smoking and you offer him some pastries. a/n: For the amazing JJK writing Event, Foodies and Goodies created by the wonderful @tsukimefuku! This fic is very inspired by Smoking Behind The Supermarket With You and I was very much encouraged lovingly by April(@kentocalls) to write this and I'm so pleased with it!

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He always took this route to get home. It was his favorite way to get home. Not only that, but it made it so he’d always pass by his favorite bakery. The coffee was exquisite and the pastries brought him straight to heaven. 

Kento Nanami didn’t regret never going back to the sorcerer’s life, but sometimes he wondered if working in stocks was really the best for him. Too late to change his mind, as his 45th birthday was nearing and he knew that he didn’t have too long to work now before he could fully retire.

The little bakery was his relief. Kento looks forward to it every single day. Even on his days off, he goes to that bakery. He loves to eat breakfast there. He enjoys sipping on coffee while looking over paperwork. And the thing he enjoys the most there…it’s you.

You with your sweet smile, your soft voice and calm demeanor. You’re the person who always makes his days brighter. Even when his boss is on his ass, he knows that seeing you will be the bandaid his soul needs. So every day, he walks to and fro work and passes by the bakery where you work.

One day, he makes his way there after a long day at work. He’s completely exhausted. The only thing that makes him feel good in this world today will be to see you. He wants to see your smile before he heads home for the evening. After this long day, it’s the only thing he can truly say would heal him.

And yet, when he enters the bakery, he notices you’re not at the counter. He sighs and loosens his tie, approaching the counter to greet the older woman who works there.

“Good evening, okyaku-sama!” she calls to him, beckoning him over.

“Good evening, can I get a loaf of sourdough bread and a cup of green tea?”

She nods and gets started on his order. He already knows how much it’s going to cost him, so he pulls out a few bills and some coins and places them on the counter. He’s disappointed that you aren’t here tonight, but he thinks he’ll be able to survive. 

“Here you are! Do you have your points card?” the elderly barista asks him.

“Oh, yes, here you are.”

Kento hands her the points card, and she’s not privy to the sad look on his face. He comes every day, sometimes multiple times a day and it’s mostly to see the young barista who is her favorite coworker.

“She just got off,” the elderly barista explains. “If you hurry out now, she’s probably outside having a smoke.”

Kento’s cheeks and tops of his ears burn, “W-what…?”

The elderly woman laughs, “The young woman you come here to chat up. My coworker? She’s probably outside smoking in the smoking section.”

Kento’s heart flutters and skips a beat. He takes the cup of tea and loaf of bread from her, thanking her for her service. The elderly barista laughs softly, ushering him outside.

He makes his way out, finding you exactly where your coworker said you’d be. You’re sitting on an overturned crate, a tired look on your features. Something about this warms Kento’s heart. He knows he’s not the only tired person in this world. You work hard; he has seen it first hand.

An unlit cigarette balances on your bottom lip. You seem to be spaced out, not really paying attention to anything. Kento notices a few pastry boxes near where you sit. He comes closer to you, smiling down at you. A lit lighter appears in your view.

“Could I light that for you?” he asks.

You gasp softly, the cigarette nearly falling out of your mouth. Kento gently cups your chin to steady you and he lights the cigarette.

“Thank you,” you whisper before exhaling.

Kento procures his own cigarette and lights it up. “My pleasure.”

Neither of you know what to say for a bit. He takes a sip of his green tea, sitting next to you and he smiles. It’s a comfortable silence.

“You’re my regular, aren’t you?” you ask him, smiling at the older man.

He blushes once more, “Am I this obvious? Even your coworker knew who I was…and she made sure to tell me where you were.”

You mutter a curse under your breath. Damn that older woman…putting her nose in your love life.

You chuckle softly, taking a deep drag from your cigarette. “I mean,” you blow out the smoke. “You come here multiple times a day.”

Kento’s eyes widen, “I like the coffee! And the pastries!”

You can’t help but laugh even more now. He was so cute. Quite a bit older than you, but you always liked that in a relationship. You move a bit closer to him, opening up one of the pastry boxes.

“Since you love the pastries so much, why not try this? IT’s a new pastry I’m working on for the cafe.”

Kento’s hands shake as he reaches into the box and pulls out a flaky little pie looking thing from the box. It’s tiny and has a gooey looking center. He puts out his cigarette, bringing the small pastry to his lips. The first bite is exquisite. He unknowingly lets out a moan of joy at the flavor. Gooey cinnamon and butter and nutmeg and…

“That good huh?” you ask, flicking your cigarette.

Kento nods, mouth still full of pastry. “Amazing! Please tell me you’ll be selling these in store!”

You smile. “Well I might just because my favorite customer just complimented me.”

Kento swallows the last bite, his cheeks still red. He never knew just how nervous and shy you made him feel. He looks at you seriously, his mind whirling with a million thoughts. You put out your cigarette, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly.

“If you liked that, why don’t you come to my place sometime and I can bake for you?”

Kento’s at a loss for words, but he manages to say one thing. “S-sure!”

You take out your phone, thrusting it into his hands. “Put your number in my contacts.”

Kento’s hands feel so shaky as he puts his number into your phone. You can’t help but smile at him. Both of you have the biggest crushes on each other and it’s only now that you finally get to make your move.

“Great! So if you’re not busy now…” you suggest, a grin on your face. “Why don’t you walk me home? I can pay you with pastries.”

How could Kento say no to that?

[justarandomweeb]

Mmmmng fuck it! I’m gonna open the yandere oc askbox soon! I can’t do this to you guys, I can’t literally, you came for the yandere ocs (especially the idol dogboy) and now I have to push it through-

The DOL Sydney post will be postponed I am sorry Syndey enjoyers-

[the-moon-files]

Not here to request just here to share my headcanon of hylians being able to wiggle their ears and them doing so when they're excited/happy

And also my drawing of Link. He is so <333

CANON.

THIS IS CANON TO MY ZELDA AUS/LINKED UNIVERSE AUS

Hylians being super concerned ur never happy bc ur ears dont move, or they like twitch when u smile/chew food, so they just constantly give u snacks and tell jokes to make u laugh

U eventually realize and explain ur ears dont move, except involuntarily

Theyre So Confused?? But humans are so similar to hylians, why wouldnt ur ears-

Oh my Hylia, theyre too short.

The amount of affection poking and teasing abt ur "tiny ears" is so weird but kinda funny at the same time

Peace out,

🌙

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

My "Batter" Half

A/N: Written for @tsukimefuku's foodies and goodies challenge. Coming out of a bit of a writing slump with everything going on atm, so I hope this doesn't disappoint.

Pairing: Nanami x Fem! Reader (Desi reader coded)

Rating: E, safe, fluffy, cute

Word Count: 897

Nanami sits on one of the barstools at your kitchen’s island watching you bustle around getting all the grains the recipe called for. 

“Sweetie, I only asked if it was possible sometime this week. You don’t have to make it for me right away.” 

You shush him, pushing your hair out of the way as you measure the Sona Masoori rice, flat rice, and fenugreek, throwing them all into a large baking bowl and hefting the bowl towards the sink, adding in enough water so that a thin layer covered all of it. You cover the bowl with saran wrap and place it away on the countertop. 

There was no question that you loved cooking for Nanami, but something in you glowed when he asked for South Indian food. There was a regular rotation in what the pair of you cooked but when he asked for masala dosa, you melted inside, all of your senses kicking into high gear to feed him what he craved. It was comfort food for you growing up, and it meant the world to you that he had grown to love it too. 

He knew the effort it took, an almost 2-day process just to make the batter, so he didn’t normally ask for it. The first step was done, letting the grains ferment overnight in water. You wash your hands and join him at the island. 

“It’s no trouble at all Kento. Anything for you.” You rest your head against his shoulder, a soft sigh emanating from him as he puts an arm around you. “Hopefully it’ll be all nice and soft tomorrow. Then I’ll run it through the grinder to make the batter and it’ll have to sit overnight in the oven, so don’t plan on baking anything tomorrow.”

He chuckles, the soft vibrations felt against your hair. “Roger that. But you still didn’t have to get started so immediately.”

“You rarely ask for anything. I couldn’t resist.” You press a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s go to bed.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The next day morning, you check the bowl, pleased to see all the components have fluffed up and taken in as much water as they could. You begin to set up the little grinder that would change the grains into batter, carefully placing the rod mechanism attached to two 5-pound stones into the apparatus. Once in place, you switch it on, and carefully begin adding the grain mixture in between the two stones, adding water to help it along and adjust the thickness. Once all the rice has been put into the contraption, you sit and wait, watching the batter form, checking it for smoothness and ensuring the grain wasn’t clustering into lumps. 

You salt the mixture well and then cover it again with saran wrap, then place it inside the oven, where the added humidity would help the batter thicken and rise, making for the fluffiest dosas. 

Kento wanders downstairs, ready for work in a crisp shirt and tie, eyes taking in the scene in the kitchen. “Someone was up early today,” he observes as you start disassembling the grinding machine. You give him a pleased smile and carefully set the heavy stones back into the box they belonged in. 

“Had to. The earlier I start the process, the quicker it’ll ferment. Who knows, maybe even by tonight if we get lucky.”

Nanami smiles tenderly and pulls you into a hug. “Whenever honey. I’m just glad you took the time to make it.”

You kiss him tenderly before he leaves for work.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The day has finally arrived. You check the oven and almost giggle from the delight of seeing the fluffy batter resting in the large bowl. It was ready.

As Nanami slept in, a rare luxury he could only afford on weekends, you begin prepping the dosa filling, throwing the potatoes into a pressure cooker, while chopping onions into half-circles. Once the pressure cooker whistles 3 times, you take it off the flame, waiting for it to cool, before mashing the potatoes. Deftly, you heat the oil in a large wok, tossing in mustard seeds, green chilies, and black lentils for tempering. Once they start to sizzle, you throw a few curry leaves on top, the pleasant crackle bringing a smile to your lips.

The onions and potatoes are tossed into the wok and mixed with a pinch of turmeric, and some cilantro. A fragrant scent fills the kitchen as you set it aside and get ready to make the dosa. A ladle dipped into the fluffy batter, then spread thinly on a greased pan, going in concentric circles from the middle until it starts to heat up and harden, becoming crisp. You scoop some of the onion potato filling and place it in the center, allowing the dosa to harden a little longer before folding it in half and placing it on a plate. 

You’re about to start the second one when Nanami wanders into the kitchen, still in his pajamas. 

“My nose woke me up,” he says good-naturedly, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You sigh contentedly, laying down the batter for the next one as Nanami breaks off a piece of dosa and tucks into the filling. He chews and swallows, savoring the spice.

“Delicious,” he whispers, and your heart swells with joy, his appreciation the only thing you needed. 

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[sylverstorms]

Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch.10

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As the fading sunlight casts its amber glow upon the towering spires of Castle Dimitrescu, an air of anticipation swirls within its ancient halls.

Because duchess Alcina is going away for a few days on a business trip. And that leaves her daughters in charge of the castle and its inhabitants. Naturally… 

Nobody can tell if that’s a good or a bad thing. 

The staff is divided. One one hand, the consensus among maids and cooks alike is that Bela will have the general command and things will run more or less the same as they do with her mother. On the other… Bela’s word ranges from meaning little to meaning jack when it comes to her sisters. And that’s where the first domino threatens to fall and take all others with it. 

The fact Alexia didn’t meet your eyes when you asked her what to expect for the following days is something you choose not to think about. 

You are lighting the candles in one corner of the main hall when you hear the telltale thunderous steps of the Lady descend the grand staircase, followed by her daughters. You tense a little, your breath growing a tad uneven, but you continue your task diligently, a safe distance from the massive doorway not to be noticed. You catch a few of the things they say, like Alcina’s instructions on how to answer the phone if Miranda calls and what temperature the wine cellar should be kept at. 

“Cassandra, Daniela, I need not remind you that we are understaffed.” she emphasizes. “I do not want to see that the maids’ number has dropped in my absence.” 

“Yes, mother.” they nod in unison, with one looking like she’s agreeing for the sake of getting this over with and the other gazing up at the statuesque woman like a puppy. A puppy straight out of the most chaotic pit of hell. 

“Bela, I want you to personally supervise the shipment from Duke tomorrow.” she continues, adjusting the chic fur cloak around her massive form. 

“Don’t worry, mother. I will see to it that everything is in order.” the blonde replies. 

You watch as Alcina’s key is slid into the lock and the heavy gates are opened with a mere light push of her gloved hands. Then, she turns to cast one last fond look upon her daughters. Despite all the oddities of this family, the things you know about them and how they came to be… this simple gesture gets to you. It hits your most vulnerable cord and the image gets burned into your brain. You will never unsee this. 

“Safe travels.” Bela bids. 

“We’ll miss you!” Daniela exclaims. It’s sweet, save for the fact that is not the tune she was singing yesterday, when she was jumping on her bed –and on you– going ‘yeeesssss, bless these business trips!’

The doors close behind Lady Dimitrescu. 

You count exactly five beats that pass in silence. 

“Slow and steady wins the race, mother!” Cassandra is the first to break character.

“Don’t worry about aaaanything~” Daniela sing-songs and at this point you have to feel at least a little sorry for Bela. 

Then you remind yourself the asshole stopped your escape and nearly broke your back on a table not that long ago. Every bit of suffering she endures from her sisters these days is a well-deserved slap straight from karma. You’re already feeling the score being settled as they giggle and cackle around her and all she can do is control her breathing and bring two fingers to the bridge of her nose. 

You shake your head and go about lighting the rest of the candles around. 

Or, more accurately, you try to. 

Because a wild buzzing later, you find yourself knocked forward as a familiar weight crashes onto your back. Daniela’s arms wrap around your neck and she practically demands a piggyback ride, painted lips hovering by your ear;

“How are you doing, Knight~?” 

Yeah, you sigh. It’s going to be a rough couple of days…  

–

–

On the second day, your early-evening nap is interrupted by a maid nearly breaking down your door to tell you the daughters summon you to the armory, asap. You actually have to ask for instructions as to where that even is, and your muscles grow more and more tense along the way. 

The door is left open, as if whoever is inside is waiting for you. Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you strain your ears to get an idea of what is happening on the other side, until you hear the distinct sound of Rhiannon’s and Daniela’s voices. Releasing the breath you weren’t aware you had been holding the entire walk to the armory, you rap your knuckles against the open door just to be polite, then step past the threshold. 

Alexia and Rhiannon are the first ones to catch your eye, standing next to Bela and Daniela respectively, while Cassandra examines the weapons mounted on the wall. You note that the sisters are dressed in their heavy winter gear, complete with scarfs and everything. Then you glance at the practical clothes the other humans in the room are wearing. 

“Um. Are we… going to war?” you squint. 

“I wish.” Cassandra huffs from the weapon racks. 

“We’re going hunting.” Alexia replies. 

“Who’s ‘we’?” your eyes widen, because you have a very bad feeling this includes you and– 

“We.” Daniela beams at you, gesturing around with her finger. “The temperature is at ten degrees tonight!”

“Nine.” Bela corrects under her breath. 

“Which is practically ten.” the redhead rolls her eyes dramatically. 

“Think fast.” Cassandra interjects, throwing you a hunting spear so fast you basically stop it from knocking you down rather than actually catch it mid-air. Your breathing quickens again. You just can’t catch a break with this family. 

She goes far easier on Rhiannon when she sends a crossbow and bolts her way. Lastly, she personally walks over to Alexia and hands her a leg sheath filled with throwing knives. The hazel-eyed beauty fastens them on like she’s done this a couple of times before. All the weapons are in excellent condition, sharpened and lethal.

“Alright, listen up.” the brunette begins, as if a captain emphasizing key mission points to her squad. “We will be traveling together at first, but we are still split into three teams. Our prey is a mutated coyote. You’ll know it when you see it by its crimson fur and two heads.” she explains. “My sisters and I can only chase it and hoard it to openings for you to kill, but we can’t land the final blow ourselves. That would be too easy. Your weapons have been selected based on your hunting experience to even the odds. Whoever’s girlfriend gets the kill wins and the victor picks our meals until mother returns.” 

“Whatever you do, don’t let Daniela win.” Bela huffs under her breath, as if to herself. 

“Hey, I heard that!” the youngest growls.

“Question; what happens if we don’t want to kill an innocent animal?” Rhiannon asks. 

“We knew you’d say that, so we picked this coyote for a reason. So far, it has killed over a dozen sheep!” Daniela says this like it’s a tragedy. Then, she carelessly adds “Oh, and one villager. Or was it a tourist…?” 

Rhiannon nods. “Sympathy is now depleted. We can go.”

You test the spear’s weight in your hand. Its balance is great, yet it’s also one of the heavier ones and sure as hell won’t be easy to throw. You’re used to hunting with a recurve bow, so this thing is definitely going to be a challenge for you. Alexia still has the hardest projectile to land, but you suppose she must have some experience, on top of being paired with the huntress of the family. 

“Is there any chance that thing, like… attacks us?” Rhiannon asks Bela, who smirks. 

“Try not to think about it.” she speaks, but her eyes say something closer to ‘don’t worry, I won’t let anything harm you’.

“If push comes to shove, I’ll just let Knight rescue me.” Daniela smiles dreamily. You really want to argue that it should be the other way around.

“Oh, God. How do I get into team Cassandra…?” you joke. 

“Seren!” the redhead gasps, slapping your arm lightly. 

“I like her!” the brunette laughs, ever at the expense of her sister. 

What a crazy family, you muse, watching them interact. Whatever higher power paired the people in this castle together… it had a deep sense of humor for sure. 

With a fond shake of your head, you exit the castle behind them.

–

–

The skies are filled with clouds tonight. Moonlight comes and goes in soft waves, washing over the forest cradling the village one moment and vanishing soon after. 

The remnants of winter's grip linger, with patches of snow clinging desperately to the forest floor like white freckles. A canopy of trees spans far and wide before you that seems to come alive with whispers and shadows. Being here would petrify you, if you were alone. 

But you’re not alone. You’re surrounded by the giggles and comments of the most problematic group that’s ever grown on you in your entire life. Unfortunately, you happen to be their subject of interest at this particular time. 

“Honestly, Seren, I have to hand it to you. I never thought you’d be alive under Dani’s care for more than a week.” Bela comments. 

“‘Under’ Dani’s care.” Cassandra snickers, earning a growling glare from her younger sibling. You have to admit, the brunette contests with Bela for who can be the biggest bitch at times, but you are starting to see the sexy in that. 

“I can keep my teeth out of a human if I choose to, you jerk!” the redhead snaps. 

“No, I mean it’s a wonder she hasn’t offed herself after dealing with you for more than a month.” Bela’s lip twitches upwards, as if she’s trying –and failing– to keep a straight face.

“She tried, remember? You stopped her.” Cassandra adds more fuel to the fire. 

“I definitely remember.” you interject, eyeing Bela. 

“What? I was careful not to break any of your bones.” she says. 

“Oh, that was you being careful…” you grimace.

“In all honesty, if you’re here still that means she probably was.” Rhiannon adds. 

“You didn’t feel what I felt, Rhiannon.” you shake your head. 

“Unfortunately.” she and Alexia both say simultaneously. 

You roll your eyes at them, full circle. “Maybe it sounds good on paper but there’s no way you guys would have enjoyed that.”

“You don’t know Alexia very well.” Cassandra chuckles. 

The barrage of comments continues, shifting back to bullying Daniela. The sisters push and prod at each other like lion cubs, until they end up a few ways ahead of you, three dark silhouettes atop the hill your calf muscles are protesting to climb. Life must be a lot easier when you have superhuman stamina and levitate. You think. 

Bela turns around and flashes to Rhiannon’s side to help her up, but Daniela and Cassandra are too busy throwing remarks at each other’s face to care about Alexia and you. 

The spear in your hand feels weightier now than it did before. You stop for a moment to glance at the distance you’ve covered over your shoulder… and that is when a thought strikes you. 

If I were to start running now… could I escape?

Do I even have a chance...?

You have a map of the city and its underbelly in your mind thanks to Daniela. You will no longer be running blindly. Within seconds, an entire plan forms at the forefront of your mind. With a little luck, it’s doable. You know the Dimitrescus’ shared weakness now and you know of the nitrogen conducts leading to the factory from beneath the ground. Your eyes fall to the weapon in your hand. It’s both heavy and sturdy enough to pierce through. 

All you have to do… is use Daniela’s greatest vulnerability against her. All you have to do is show her how right she was to have zero faith in humanity. 

Your fingers have gone white around the hunting spear. 

Until Alexia’s hand comes to rest over one of your own. Torn, you look into her eyes for guidance and see her subtly shaking her head no. But she doesn’t know what it means for all of you if you stay. 

You don’t have long now. The melting snow all around you is a painful reminder of that. 

“Babe, hurry it up!” Cassandra’s voice calls from atop the hill. With one last lingering look, Alexia takes a step back from you, continuing her hike. 

Seconds pass –or perhaps minutes– pass, yet you feel frozen in time. A faint buzzing is what brings you back to reality, and by the time you turn around, Daniela is landing soundlessly a few steps ahead of you. Her bi-tone eyes fix on yours for a tense moment. 

“Knight? …All good?” she asks before she extends a hand towards you.

“Yeah.” you lie with a smile as you take it. 

–

–

For the rest of the trudge through the forest, you feel numb. 

The conversation around you flies right over your head and you only actively take part in it when you absolutely have to, in order to upkeep the pretense that everything is fine. But you’re not fine. 

You didn’t run when you had the chance to. You just let it go. 

An older you wouldn’t have missed the opportunity, no matter how slim it may have looked. But the fact remains; you hesitated. Your heart wasn’t in tune with your brain, not even close. And that disparity is what gets to you the most. Because above all the reasons why you need to go, why you want to leave, at the forefront of your mind was… 

Her.

Suddenly, the Dimitrescus bristle like panthers catching the scent of blood. Sniffing the air, you see their eyes shift into a darker, primal gold. Daniela, eager and impulsive, smirks and makes to dash forward, but her sisters’ hands descending on either shoulder grab her and nail her feet to the ground before she takes off. 

“One by one. Wait your turn.” Bela reminds her, voice deep with authority. Then she grabs Rhiannon’s hand and vanishes into the darkness first. 

The other two are barely holding themselves back from going in, but, albeit seething with anticipation, they do wait for the first pair’s attempt. In calculated grace, the blonde leaves her partner at a vantage point and half-slides, half-flies down the slope, forcing the coyote to back, growling, into a moonlit patch of the uneven ground. 

Rhiannon aims… and takes her shot. 

The arrowhead flies well over a meter above the beast’s two heads, embedding itself into a tree bark. The redhead struggles to pull back the string to reload, while Bela flashes behind the coyote so it doesn’t escape. The second shot is much closer, but the creature twists to the side with uncanny agility. It’s a good thing Bela does the same.

“Nice one! That almost killed Bela!” Daniela cackles.

The prey manages to slip away into the woods and Cassandra’s seizes the opportunity to pursue. You hear only a sharp “Let’s go!” and watch as she leaps high into the trees while Alexia runs after her. 

Their paths split for a moment, long enough for one to obscure herself while the other lands powerfully in front of the creature, freezing it in its tracks. The spot isn’t as ideal as Bela made it out to be light-wise, but Alexia’s coordination with Cassandra is something to marvel at. It only takes her a split second to jump out of her hiding position, casting a knife at the coyote’s neck. Unfortunately, the beast lowers itself the slightest fraction in the nick of time and the knife grazes its ear instead. 

Black blood drips onto the soil.

A powerful, enraged roar escapes the beast, at a volume that leaves you stunned in your spot.    

Daniela, however, grabs your hand and zooms towards the next opening. If you had eaten dinner, you’re certain it wouldn’t be sitting in your stomach for much longer. 

Still, you shake yourself out of the daze and take control of the adrenaline, calculating the weight of the spear versus your own strength. Without warning, the redhead lets go of you and you immediately duck into a roll to recover from the shift in momentum. The second you’re back on your feet you draw back the spear and aim, waiting for her to back the feral animal to a place you can see. It’s not as easy as it was with her sisters. The thing is now wild from being wounded, twisting about in erratic motions. 

Hold steady. You remember what your father taught you as a little girl, when he took you to your first hunting trip. Hold your breath as you line your throw… and..

The coyote jumps towards her, foaming jaws snapping. You feel something inside you click. 

The next second, your spear cuts through the air, straight into the animal’s neck. 

Its end is instant. Soundless. No twitching, not even a whimper. Its terrifying body simply collapses onto the dirt like no more than a ragdoll and you’re left there, staring, with your heart pounding in your ears, your muscles shaking. 

Something so horrific, so deadly, felled by a single spear. Felled by you. 

What an empowering thought. Suddenly, endorphins rush you and you’re lighter than you’ve been all night. You’re grinning when Daniela beams at you and leaps all over the place like an overexcited bunny, flies buzzing in every direction, poking fun at the sour expressions her siblings are wearing. 

“Ha! Bow down in the face of superiority, you two!” she points. 

“Don’t you mean the face of stupidity?” Bela crosses her arms. 

“What was that?!” Cassandra snaps at Alexia, smacking her arm in a slap that may as well be a caress with how she measures her strength. “Getting its ear like that, were you trying to pet it from a distance?!”   

“I couldn’t see shit back there!” the other woman says while rubbing her bicep. exasperated. 

“Thank you, thank you Seren! We’re having liver for the next few days~” Daniela laughs in a way that lights up her entire face, gluing herself to your side. 

For some strange reason, although you’ve done so much more than this together, the act makes your cheeks redden. You stare at her pretty face for a brief moment and realize that her joy is infectious. Her dimples and cleft chin and her mannerisms in general… she’s probably the cutest redhead in Romania. 

Meanwhile, Bela and Cassandra share a look and a miserable sigh. 

–

–

In the early hours of the morning, you’re in Daniela’s bed, keeping her company –and keeping the bed warm– until she falls asleep. The temperature wasn’t low enough to hurt her tonight, but the humidity has crept under her skin, bringing a certain level of discomfort it always takes her a while to completely shake off.

She’s nestled against you, hugging a monster teddy to her chest, her chin resting atop its head as she reads the novel lying on your lap atop the covers. You glance down upon it a few times, cautious of its contents. Thankfully, the scenes you happen to skim through are all suspense and romantic undertones. No smut. Yet. 

Then she turns the page to the next chapter, titled; Soulmates.

The word catches your eye. It seems to hold her attention, as well, and she draws in a small, unnecessary breath. 

“What a concept, no? Two people ideally suited to one another. Meant to be.” Daniela comments in a low voice. She seems the type of soul to be enamored by the idea, but the way she spoke the words, her aura in this moment… there is a certain weight to it all. 

“I don’t know if I believe it.” But it’s much more accurate to say you don’t know if you want to. Because being your soulmate… doesn’t that automatically condemn another person to a lifetime of hurt?

“I didn’t know if I did, either. Until I saw Cassandra and Alexia together.” she replies. “There’s no other person in this world that could match my sister like she does. She just gets her, in a way not even Bela and I can, at times.” 

You can’t argue with that. You’ve seen them, around the castle and especially earlier, how seamlessly they flow. Two seemingly polar opposites that connect like magnets. 

“And it was instantaneous, too. Before Alexia was brought to the castle, Cassandra and I saw her at the village, on our way back from a hunt. I think she was chopping wood for her house or something. My sister stared for half a minute. I never saw her look that way at a human before.” she reminisces. 

“And Bela?” you ask. 

“Bela is different. Thinks differently, functions differently. No amount of beauty would ever spark her interest and make her show favoritism.” Daniela explains. “The first time she heard Rhiannon sing to the wounded in the dungeons, she told Cassandra and I not to touch the ‘songbird’, though still, it was more along the lines of owning a pet than anything else.” she says. “But the way Rhiannon protected her family later on, it shattered Bela’s defenses. She was forced to see her then and everything else was a slippery slope from there.”

Through impossible circumstances, it seems her siblings really did find their perfect matches. Hearing of how their stories unfolded, you begin to think that maybe the notion of soulmates isn’t quite so farfetched, after all. Which inadvertently makes you wonder about Daniela and yourself. 

You are aware that in almost a hundred years she hasn’t felt genuine attraction towards anyone, no matter how she may have wished to experience it. She has been open about finally feeling that spark with you, and the way her body reacts to you can’t lie, but you don’t know if there’s anything deeper than that for her. 

And you’re alarmed by the fact you want to know.

Your heart beats quicker and you’re certain she can hear it. The pages of the book in your lap aren’t turning anymore, but her eyes are still focused on it. You wonder what she’s thinking, what world she’s lost in inside her head and what your place there is, if one exists at all. 

You wonder if she considers the two of you soulmates. Fated. 

“What about us?” you question, unable to bear the weight of leaving the question unasked. Still, you voice it as casually as possible, not wanting to add to the tension already building in the air. 

Daniela shifts slightly against you. “It’s scary to define us.” she speaks lightly, but the emotion locked behind the words is anything but. 

“Why?” But you already know the answer; It’s because of you. 

“Because whatever word comes to mind… may only be true for me.” she replies and you can’t explain why it’s like a stab to the gut. 

Daniela is extremely perceptive. When she saw you hesitate tonight, you have no doubt she saw your thoughts written all over your eyes. In fact, you’re sure she has always been aware of your pressing need to leave, your plans and calculations on how to, even if the real reason why eludes her. Yet she still took you on tours around the village when you asked. She showed you all the escape routes, walked you right over the nitrogen pipelines despite knowing they could one day be used against her.  

Now it’s clear to you why.

“And if I finally settle on ‘love’...” she says, voice low, “I’ll have to hold the door open for you.”

[allmyocsarebritish]

Close tonight

Pairing: Goody Addams X reader

A/N: The amount of research I did on the 1600s for a single one shot is ridiculous haha so I'll probably write a pre/sequel :)

Summary: Despite the fact Goody often became lost in her quest for vengeance on Crackstone, you were always there to ground her; to pull her back to safety as she danced along the edge of sanity.

This was one of those nights.

She was a raven, destined to navigate the path of life in solitude. Therefore, she pushed those closest to her away, before they had a chance to leave on their own accord.

At first, this plan she devised worked impeccably. If she kept her distance, she would never feel the immense grief associated with the abandonment of those she loved.

Though nothing lasts forever.

Goody truly didn't understand why you felt such a strong attachment towards her. She did not believe herself to be of that much importance, yet clearly you believed otherwise. Wherever Goody was, there was no doubt you would be near. You simply could not seem to comprehend that proximity to a raven such as herself was essentially a death wish.

What she didn't know was that you understood perfectly, you just didn't care. How could you stay away, when Goody was just so entirely flawless in every way? You were physically unable.

Death would be more than worth the suffering if it meant you could hold her close tonight.

Of course she had attempted to distance herself, but no matter how hard she tried, you were always there. Admittedly, over time, her attempts to push you away faded out, until diminishing completely. If you were so desperate to be with her, then who was she to deny that?

Future agony would be more than worth the pain if it meant she could hold you close tonight.

Being a raven, Goody's mind was a swirling sea of horrific visions beneath violent, thunderous clouds created by Joseph Crackstone. Despite the constant raging storm, you infiltrated your way in and calmed the tempest. You brought her peace and tranquility, something so unusual for the psychic outcast. This was something that frequently proved itself to be essential, as although Goody often became lost in her quest for vengeance on Crackstone, you were there to ground her; to pull her back to safety as she danced along the edge of sanity. Goody was a strong and powerful enchantress: you were entirely aware of her skill in alchemy. Yet her vast knowledge, desire to succeed and extreme thirst for revenge could push her to breaking point, as she devoted her life to avenging her mother's barbaric murder. The headstrong sorceress would spend hours upon hours plotting strategies and studying dark incantations, refusing to eat, sleep or take even the smallest of breaks.

This was one of those nights.

Your legs dangled as you sat on a low beam of wood which formed the hayloft of a delapidated stable once owned by your family, watching as Goody paced and fretted in the space below you. Lying open on a pile of mildly rotten straw was her Codex Umbrarum, or Book of Shadows as you favoured. Despite Goody's insistence that the Latin name was superior, rendering the translation pointless, it stuck, and even she referred to the grimoire as such herself.

She continued to mumble beneath her breath, occasionally frantically scribbling, before once again leaping to her feet and subconsciously policing the derelict shelter. With one final swing of your feet, you pushed yourself from the low wooden beam and down to join her in the main part of the ancient shed. One of your hands reached out for Goody's, your fingers gently interlocking with hers, whilst your other one gently cupped her cheek, turning her face away from her excruciating work, barely stroking your thumb against her alabaster skin in small, comforting circles, as though she were fragile porcelain you were terrified to shatter.

"My sweet Mouse," you spoke softly, "The time is not yet right. Rest now, and I promise the night of your vengeance will soon be upon us."

Despite an overly stretched moment of visible reluctance, Goody sighed gently, and leaned in to your delicate touch, her weary eyes fluttering closed for a few (painfully short) seconds.

"I'll be alright, dearest one," she responded quietly. "I'm simply drained."

"I know, sweet Goody. You truly must rest; do not allow that evil pilgrim to rob you of your health on top of all that which he has already stolen from you, beloved."

Goody raised her spare hand and lifted it until it rested on top of yours, which was still faintly holding her cheek. She smiled at you, a sight that you adored, and you couldn't help but replicate her expression yourself.

You removed your hand from Goody's, in favour of wrapping your arm around her waist, pulling her close to you. She raised her arms, hugging them around your shoulders. The hand that still held her jaw coaxed her head towards yours, and into a soft kiss. When you retreated, Goody leaned forwards again slowly, gently kissing the tip of your nose, before resting her forehead against yours.

It was moments like these that the two of you cherished. Your breathing quickened to match hers, and soon the rise and fall of your chests were perfectly in sync. With another kiss, albeit this one slightly rougher, you pulled back, once again taking Goody's hand.

"Come," You pulled her gently. "Let us ease down for the night." With that, Goody nodded and you began to make your way up the shoddy wooden steps of the worn ladder, and back up into the hayloft.

Naturally, sleeping on a bed of rough, filthy straw was not the most comfortable, but for outcasts in 17th century Jericho, it was the utmost luxury. You lay on your side, facing Goody as she held you tightly. One of your hands reached up to delicately brush a few strands of dirty blonde hair out of her face. Goody raised her arm from caressing you, and you missed the warm presence instantly. However, when she placed her index finger beneath your chin, guiding you into a passionate kiss, you melted into her touch, twirling her nearest plait between your fingers. Without breaking the kiss, you swiftly released the pale ribbon constraining the left side of her hair. You both returned to the surface for a deep breath of air, before returning back to the sea of bliss, as you slowly untangled Goody's hair.

Your lips began to numb as you pulled back fully, pressing one final kiss to Goody's reddened ones. She gently rubbed the tip of her nose against yours, sighing slightly. You cuddled her closer, your lips against her forehead and breath slightly tickling her now loose hair. She closed her eyes as you admired the way the extremely dim light luminated her features.

As you began to slowly drift off into a dreamy sleep yourself, you heard a faint whisper, signalling Goody was in fact awake.

"I love you, my darling."

"I love you more."

The woes of the future would be worth the torture if it meant you could hold eachother close tonight.

[twilightisgroovy]

★ GOODIE CARANGI GIFS !! ★

excuse the quality fuck you tumblr happy he’s getting recognition so i have an excuse to make gifs of him !!! hope these serve the fanfic writers well 🫡

[djljpanda]

Alright Reader Being The Reincarnation Of Goody Addams Lover.

Tw/ Angst

🔷

You and Wednesday were walking to your usual spot near the river as both of you wanted some alone time.

As you two were walking you couldn't help but feel cold, "Weird. I'm cold but it's nice and warm outside" "Do you need to go back" "No cause my family would say that feeling cold randomly means that a spirit walked pass or through you" "Aren't you lucky".

You both reached your spot cuddling up to each other as you would whisper sweet nothings in Wednesday ear. But what you both didn't see was the spirit of Goody Addams staring at you.

When Goody first saw you she remembered right away on who you are or mostly on who you were. As she would try to sit close to you but she had a mission to complete.

But who could she as you were the one who made laugh when you two would chase each other around, just being lovers. And also the one who comforted her when the new people started to take, "Don't worry Goody if any one of them comes to hurt you I will protect you" "That's nice to say Y/n" "Nice and true". But as fate would have it the cruel world took you away from her as you are now here with her decendent.

As much as she loves her family she was a bit jealous on how Wednesday seems to be in a better mode around you and you, you were happy with her. But she focus on that now she has to stop Crackstone.

The last time she saw the both of you was when Wednesday got stabbed and you were there trying to help her. Your hands being covered in blood as you cursed the name of Crackstone with you also apologizing to Wednesday with her only gripping on your hand tighter.

That's when Goody showed herself to both of you as she said she can heal Wednesday but you both will never see her again as same goes for her.

With time seeming to slow down she looked at you as she wanted to take a look at you for the final time. The world may be cruel but here you are as you yourself was bloody and tears running down your beautiful eyes.

Her finale thoughts were hopping for Wednesday to survive and defeat Crackstone for the Outcast and for you.

But her final wish was to see you again. As she hopes to see you smiling face as she feels that if heaven were to be real she would be there with you. Or if she were to be reincarnated she would want you there by her side. But for now you will love Wednesday and she knows Wednesday will take great care of you.

[cherrysabbath]

as nice as it is to read eddie comfort i need people to realize not all plus size people are insecure and upset with their bodies !!! some are more proud than others and there’s people who are more neutral on their bodies

[thequietkid-moonie]

Running away with their darling

[ SCENARIO ] [ Finis, Satou, Rozenmarine ]

[ Lost Song ] [ Happy Sugar Life ] [ Little goody two shoes ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, is just for entretaiment

⚠️ This contain little bit of spoiler

This prompt have being stuck in my mind for a while now, good thing im finally writing it 🩷 and with some cutieeeees!!! Moonie loves cute girls

hope you enjoy as much as i did writing it

Finis

Despite the fact that Finis' feelings are way too intense those feelings are incredibly innocent too, she may be clingy and somewhat dependent but what she truly want is the love of her darling more than anything

Finis can't understand if you dont reciprocate her feeling, so even if you do the only thing that change for her is that now you are more affectionate, wich makes her incredibly happy

Finis is so innocent that she can't even hide the inmense love she has for her darling, she clings at your side everytime she can and always express her love, directly and indirectly, wich can lead you to have a lot of problems if she is already engaged in marriage or even just by the fact that she holds way too much value for the war, her affection towards you can easily make you a target for those who want to get their hands on her power

Finis can't understand the danger you two are facing by simply loving each other until something really bad happen, even so she refuses to accept that is her love what is bringing you troubles, she just can't stop loving you and isn't willing to be without you, even without noticing she became more desperate and possesive because she doesn't want to lose you, she is giving her life in those songs but she is singing for you, she refuses to lose you, without you she won't even be able to find the motivation to sing again!

But no matter how much Finis refuses to let you go at the end she will have to face the reality of what she is causing wich will only lead her to have a mental breakdown. At the end, the decision of running away it has to be either yours or even a suggestion of Corte, it has to be explained a little further to Finis for how innocent she is but even when she had never thought on something like that she is imediatly accepting, she want nothing more than to be with you and if with this she can make sure you two are never apart she doesn't even have to think twice

You have to either run away in the same instant or explain with details why it is important to make a plan first, otherwise Finis will not stay calm and probably will end up making your plan obvious because she can hold back herself

If you manage to run away together Finis will have a hard time adapting since she had always had others doing things for her due her great value, but if it means that she can be with you she will put her body and mind to work to learn how to actually do everything herself, with you at her side she feels like can do anything and everything!

Its more likely she become a house wife in an attempt to hide her from those who still want her power, but it isn't something that she mind at all, at the end for Finis it doesn't matter how things go or what she has to learn to do, as long as you are at her side for the rest of her life she will be happy to face whatever adversity life put in her way

Satou Matsuzaka

For Satou her darling is the greatest representation of love itself, you are what she wanted the most, what she have being searching for so long so of course there is nothing she won't be willing to do for you, to protect your relasionship

For Satou her darling is the most important thing in the world, your love is the only thing she needs and cravess, as long as you two are together nothing else in the world matters, nothing can't hurt her if you are at her side. When she is sure that you reciprocate her feelings her life become a perfect love story, its like if the rest of the world just dissapear and now is just the two of you and your love, nothing can't nor will ruin this for her

However, to protect her precious fairy tale she is more than willing to do anything to make sure no one will ruin it, she has not limits nor reasons to stop, to don't rip apart anything that threaten her precious love story, for her as long as you don't stop loving her in the most beautiful way then she can live in peace for the terrible things she have done to protect her paradise

Just as Satou does everything to protect her precious fairy tale she also is willing to do everything to protect you from everything and anything, she treat you as if you were the most delicate and beautiful flower, thats why, even if she had thought about running away at your side she never commented out loud her idea because she want to believe that she will be able to protect you and what you two have, so it is up to you to propose it

She would be devastated if you ever found out what she have done and start hating her, but if instead you propose to run away together so you two can start over again Satou can feel herself falling in love all over again, as much as she wants to be the one taking care of everything she can't deny the fact that she feels flustered because you want to protect her and what you two have too

Satou doesn't even have to think twice in your proposal before eagerly accepting, somehow it takes Satou just some little time to make the whole plan of how and where to go for you two to start your new life, you just have to help her take the indispensable and you two would be already on your way to your new start

It is until you are already on your way that Satou can breath calmly again, just because she wants everything to be perfect, so its that when she can finally let go of a breath she didn't even knew she was holding back and smile widely. Satou won't let go of your hand nor stop smiling the whole way, even if it take days to reach your new home she will still be excited and happy, even if the start is difficult your love is what make her keep going

Even if this is a new start Satou wants nothing more than give you the life she knows you deserve, she is fascinanted by the idea of you two having a beautiful and peaceful life, so she is going to make it happen at all costs, but she will learn from her past and will become better at protecting her paradise

Rozenmarine

Rozenmarine's grandmother have taught her everything she knows and the way she lives her own life, she happily follow what her beloved grandmother taught her almost with a blind trust, so she is completely sure that destiny have lead her towards you, her beloved darling

Rozenmarine is devoted to you, her time, her efforts, her everything is for you because she firmly believe that you are her purpose and destiny, you are the reason why she was born in the first place so is only right for her to give you her body and soul

Rozenmarine happily does whatever you ask her to do without a second thought, however, even when she think she doesn't need it she wishes for you to reciprocate her feelings, even if it isn't in the same intensity if you love her, at least a little, that is more than enough for her

She is actually more aware than how she gives her credit for, so if you have troubles or even have being contacted by him she somehow knows, but, then again, she won't see anything bad on it unless it gets on the way of your relationship. Rozenmarine want to be useful for you, if she can she would solve your problems no matter how big or small your problems are she is always there to offer you a smile and help (even when she may just make things worst by her innocence and her bluntness)

Rozenmarine wouldn't really think about running away, she believes that destiny will offer you the solution, so it has to be you who end up proposing it, even if it was just as a joke she imediatly think on it as something serious, and, honeslty, Rozenmarine couldn't feel happier because you want to run away with her, that you are contemplating her in something so important on your life and will even accept without a second thought, reasuring you that you have nothing to worry about because together you two will manage to find a solution

Then again, you have to be the one who makes the plan because Rozenmarine doesn't really have a good idea of how to do it, however she is more than willing to do everything in her power to make it happen, she follow your instructions without a doubt, getting everything ready for you two to go. At the end, more than stress or worried Rozenmarine is incredibly happy that you two are leaving to start a life together, she wants nothing more than being with you, even if that means having a whole new start, away from him and the village that were searching for a witch

You two can spend days traveling and camping outside before reaching another place to life in and Rozenmarine's smile will never leave her lips, she just can't shut up about how happy she is and even holds your hand the whole time, she just can't contain herself. And, at the end, running away with her it is actually a good thing since now that, for her is just the two of you in the world she will try her hardest to learn and find a job as quick as posible because she wants to give you the best life posible as a thanks for being in her life (and she actually learns quickly, so she will manage to do it in no time)

[the-hinky-panda]

June Bug Series: Chapter 1

Title: June Bug

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Goodie Carangi x OFC!Reader (June)

Summary: You're a business owner that's trying to fly under the radar in Tulsa but that's going to be extremely difficult when you fall for Goodie.

You’re stuck in a rut. A boring, dull, exasperating rut. It’s your third time in the same week coming out to the barn to spend time grooming your ten year old mare, Ruby. It was something you did whenever you needed to get out from behind your desk, out of the four walls of your home. You’re usually not this frequent a visitor to Fennario Ranch and your presence has finally piqued your friend’s interest. 

“If you keep showing up to groom that horse, you’re going to brush her until she’s bald.” 

You stop mid stroke and run a hand over the horse’s coat. “That can happen?” 

Margaret chuckles. “God, no. It was a joke.” 

“Oh.” You go back to brushing Ruby’s flank. “That wasn’t funny.” 

“It was a little funny.” Margaret sits on a tack trunk. “I’m not used to seeing you out here so much in one week. You’re getting dangerously close to running into Cal at some point.” 

“I’m not too worried. Your staff always gives me a heads up when he pulls in.” 

“So you can go hide?” 

“So I can avoid confrontation.” 

“Considering how often you’ve been here this week, maybe some confrontation would be good for you.” 

You flash her a grin over Ruby’s withers. “You just want me to run him off because he’s bugging you now. Wait, aren’t you seeing someone? That guy from New York?” 

Margaret gives you a side eye. “Define ‘seeing.’” 

“Call it whatever you want. He can do your dirty work for you. In fact, I wouldn’t mind seeing Cal have his ass handed to him by some mobster from New York City.” 

“Then maybe you should make friends with him.” 

“What? And have him find out about our little business venture? If he’s really affiliated with the mob then we’ll have to pay a kick-up to him. I already brokered a zero kick-up fee to Kansas City. I don’t want to have to sweet talk my way out of another situation like that.” 

“Alright,” Margaret sips her coffee. “Don’t make friends with him but he does have a guy that works the casino floor that’s from New York as well. He’s your type too.” 

“My type,” you scoff. “And what exactly is that?” 

“Clean cut, good shape, dresses impeccably. He seems personable.” 

Okay, that is your type but you’re going to be damned to let Margaret know she hit the nail on the head. “Sounds boring.” 

Margaret sighs in exasperation. “God, June, come on. You need to get out and have some fun. Loosen the fuck up for a change.” 

You drop the brush back into the tack box and pick up a carrot, snapping it in half before giving it to Ruby. “I’ve been researching through the latest group of men and-” 

Margaret interrupts. “No. No work. Go by yourself. Do something wild and pick someone up.” 

“Oh yeah, a one night stand will solve everything.” 

“Maybe not everything but it’ll take the edge off. You know, let him do all the work for a change.” 

You nod in resignation at your friend and business partner. “Alright. Fine. What’s this guy’s name?” 

Margaret smiles at you. “Ask him yourself.” 

And that is how you end up spending the entire evening at the newly opened Bred 2 Buck Casino and Cabaret. The name kept popping up in your research as an upcoming hot spot in Tulsa and it was also the only place you were guaranteed to not run into your ex-husband. So you pulled out one of your many little black dresses, slipped into a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps and headed to Tulsa’s newest casino.

Some people go to museums to analyze the art, you go to establishments such as this to analyze the patrons. And there were a wide range from out of state high rollers playing black jack and craps to locals who would play $20 on the slots and then go listen to the live music while they sip on mid-shelf whiskey. After making a couple passes through the casino floor and losing fifty bucks on a slot machine just to fit in with the locals, you settle near the end of the bar where you can still hear the house band but the bass doesn’t rattle your martini glass. You’re content to sit in peace but a whiff of expensive cologne alerts you to someone taking the seat next to yours. 

Here we go. 

***

Goodie noticed you the moment you stepped onto the casino floor. You’re dressed in an elegantly cut black dress and expensive heels, your hair is in a sweeping updo with small white flowers tucked into the dark waves. You move around the floor in measured, graceful steps. When you pass behind him at one of the craps tables, he catches the scent of jasmine and cedarwood. Your eyes meet his briefly as you move past the table and he realizes that noticed isn’t a strong enough word. 

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt. 

Fifty-five years old and it happens precisely as his mother predicted it would. No warning, no prelude, nothing. He’s already taken half a step away from the craps table he’s been monitoring to follow you before he comes to his senses. He keeps one eye on the table and one on you as you drift between the gaming tables. You take a seat at one of the slot machines and it strikes him as odd. You don’t seem to be a slots gambler, not with your sense of high style and grace. 

By the time the wannabe oil baron craps out and the pit boss starts to reset the table, you’ve left the casino floor and his heart sinks. He takes a shot and scans the bar and cabaret area and sees you sitting at the bar. The relief he feels is ridiculous but then the nerves return as he approaches you. He can see the small frown, the subtle downturn of your mouth, as he takes the seat at the very end of the bar and the bartender slides him a vodka and lime. 

“You don’t strike me as a slot player.” 

Your eyes scan his face and the frown straightens. “And what kind of player do I strike you as?” 

God, you’re stunning. And that is the proper word because he’s struggling to find his words, his breath. He is properly stunned. But words are his speciality. “Poker.” 

“Poker? Really?” You raise a finely arched eyebrow. “How’s that?” 

“You look like a woman who likes the challenge of reading a room, reading a person.” 

“And you figured this out just by sitting down next to me at the bar?” 

“No, I figured it out by watching you scope out the casino floor. All the craps games were too hot at the moment for you to jump in. Blackjack’s too simple to engage you. Roulette, same. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out why in the world you played the slot machine.” 

“Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoys watching people.” You finally give him a smile and his heart nearly stops. “As for the slot machine, what can I say? I was in the mood for something different tonight. New experience, so to speak.” 

“I get that,” he laughs. “If you can’t tell, I’m not exactly from around here.” 

“No kidding.” There’s a mischievous glint to your eye. “Let me guess, Jersey?” 

He puts a hand to his heart. “Ouch. You wound me.” 

That earns him a soft laugh from you as you pick up the speared olives from your martini. “My apologies. I may have never been to the east coast but a New York accent is very hard to mistake, especially here in Tulsa. But there seems to be an odd influx of youse guys.” 

“That’s not too bad,” he teases. “For someone who’s never been, you’d blend right in.” 

“Well, what can I say,” you look him directly in the eyes, “I like mafia movies.” 

He understands exactly what you’re implying but he’s not sure how to take it. Is this simple flirting? Digging for information? Were you sent by someone? No, it was exceedingly rare that women were sent to deal with family business. But with Chickie’s unstableness recently, he wouldn’t put anything past him. He chooses to proceed as if this were a regular conversation and see where it leads. “Oh yeah. What’s your favorite?” 

“I was an avid Sopranos fan. Never missed an episode.” 

Goodie scoffs. “Sopranos was shit.” 

You actually laugh. “You don't like it because it took place in Jersey.” 

“There was that.” He can feel his phone buzz in his pocket and he knows he has to get back to the casino floor. You notice the dull sound and motion to his suit jacket pocket. 

“It sounds like duty calls and I don’t know your name.” 

He takes out a business card and writes his name and number on the back of it. “To be fair, I don’t know yours either.” 

You take the offered card and narrow your eyes. “Goodie?” 

“It’s a nickname,” he shrugs. “My real name’s Dennis but no one calls me that.” 

That answer satisfies you enough that you return the information. June. Simple, elegant. It fits you. He puts your drink on his tab and heads back to the casino floor. Someone hit big at the blackjack table and needed to cash out their eight thousand dollar winnings. It was a young guy partying with his groomsmen before getting married the next morning. By the time he had handed over the money and saw the very happy groom-to-be out the door, you had already left the premises. Just as he was wondering if you would ever use his number, his phone buzzes again. Pulling it out and wondering what the issue is now, he sees it’s from you. 

The next free night you have, let’s do dinner.  -June

***

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[dutchessofcaladan]

Seriously considering writing my own Goodie Carangi x Reader fics since the only person writing for him is @rosielou94 (and I love you for it 😁)

Would anyone be interested?

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter Eighteen

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Eighteen: A Good Day for Resurrection

Summary: Laurel has kidnapped (Y/N) and Wednesday, and now the time has come for her to bring Crackstone back to destroy the outcasts of Nevermore.

            When (Y/N)’s eyes opened again, they found themself lying on rough stone ground. They groaned and looked around themself, their body aching and unable to move. Their strength was still stolen by Laurel’s poison. Still, (Y/N) forced themself to figure out where they were and what was happening.

            Chains loops around their wrists and held them close to the wall. Candles lit Crackstone’s Crypt where they were locked up. Near the actual stone coffin, in the symbols carved in a circle around it, jars of the hyde’s, no, Tyler’s victims’ body parts stood. A silver circle rested in the center of the coffin’s stone walls, polished to shine brilliantly in the candlelight.

            (Y/N) groaned and looked in the direction of the exit to try to figure out if they could escape. Instead, they were met with the worse sight of Wednesday manacled to the ceiling, suspended uncomfortably by her wrists.

            Wednesday’s eyes were opening as well, and Tyler, who was helping Laurel put out jars, smirked and walked over. Wednesday’s glare was deadly, full of seething loathing, but Tyler was unafraid.

            “Kind of a deja-vu thing we got going on, huh?” said Tyler.

            “Except I won’t cry and whine like a child,” retorted Wednesday.

            “Tyler, go wait by the boat,” ordered Laurel before they could continue.

            Tyler bit the inside of his cheek in annoyance, but Wednesday had to hold back a smirk. “Yes,” she said. “Listen to your master and be a good little hyde.”

            Tyler narrowed his eyes and intentionally leaned in as he walked away. “You’re not going to be witty once I start tearing everyone you care about apart, or did you forget I have the power here?”

            Wednesday didn’t dignify him with a response but narrowed her eyes as he walked away. Without him in front of her, she could properly take in what was going in Crackstone’s Crypt. Her eyes widened as she saw (Y/N)’s body lying unmoving on the ground.

            Laurel noticed her gaze and smiled. The friendly gesture was a stark contrast to the malevolence in her eyes. “Relax, they’re not dead.” She sighed. “I had to use quite a strong poison on them since they were so resistant to my usual. You outcasts can be so troublesome.”

            To prove to Wednesday that they were alive, (Y/N) forced their eyes open to meet her gaze. Wednesday let out a small breath of relief at the sight. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if (Y/N) was dead. She’d have to kill Laurel and Tyler.

            Laurel laughed at Wednesday. “You know, having you two become friends wasn’t planned, but it does make things easier.” She smirked. “If you try to be clever, (Y/N) gets the consequences.”

            Wednesday narrowed her and seethed. That’s why Laurel had pressed so much about Wednesday and (Y/N)’s friendship. She was figuring out Wednesday’s weaknesses, and she had let too much show.

            “So what, you have to resort to hostages? How unoriginal,” said Wednesday.

            Laurel pouted slightly. “Oh, no, not a hostage. I need them for the ritual. Can’t use the key without making the door first.”

            Wednesday frowned. Those were the same words Goody had used so long ago. “You are the key. The other is the door.”

            Laurel turned back to arranging the jars of body parts into the circle. “I have to admit, that shape-shifting stunt with Weems almost worked. But as my father always said, ‘If you want to outsmart an outcast, you got to out-think ‘em.’ Poor Weems just wasn’t as smart as she thought.”

            (Y/N)’s stomach dropped. Laurel’s words implied the obvious: Weems was dead. (Y/N) didn’t argue with her policies and coverups, but Weems was trying to protect her students. Knowing that she was dead trying to confront the true mastermind was heartbreaking.

            “You know, we have roots that go all the way back to Crackstone’s Crypt,” said Laurel.

            “So you come from a line of psychotic killers, too,” observed Wednesday.

            Laurel’s expression became angry at the insult of her ancestors. “Joseph Crackstone was a visionary, dedicated to protecting normies from outcasts until his life was cut short by your ancestor, Goody Addams.”

            “Good for her,” muttered (Y/N).

            Laurel sent them a nasty glare. “And then, to add insult to injury, they stole his land to build that abomination of a school.” She calmed and became conversational again. “But, throughout the centuries, my family has remained committed to Crackstone’s mission. My brother died serving that cause. I decided to take a different approach. The supernatural.”

            Doesn’t that make you a hypocrite? thought (Y/N). I hate fanatics. No logic whatsoever.

            “Tyler’s been collecting these body parts to resurrect Crackstone,” realized Wednesday.

            Laurel smiled proudly. “The one man who nearly succeeded in eradicating the outcasts!”

            “You can’t wake the dead,” groaned (Y/N), pulling themself up into a seated position.

            “I believe Goody Addams would disagree,” said Laurel, picking up a Book of Shadows.

            “Goody’s Book of Shadows,” recognized Wednesday. “You’re the one who stole the original from Pilgrim World.”

            “It wasn’t enough for Goody to kill Crackstone,” explained Laurel. “She had to curse his soul, too.”

            “What does this have to do with us?” asked (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

            Laurel smiled. “I have to open the door between life and death. I had no idea how I was supposed to do that, but then I learned that as a child of the god of death, you’re a reaper. You can breach the gap between life and death.” She grinned at (Y/N). “You’re the door.” She looked at Wednesday. “And you’re the key. Your arrival at Nevermore set the wheels of my plan into motion. With just (Y/N), well, I can create a door, but I can’t bring Crackstone back. But with you, Goody’s descendant, I can break the blood lock she placed on the sarcophagus sealing his soul away.” Laurel gestured around her. “And it’s a blood moon now! Everything worked out perfectly! I just had to bide my time, make you feel special, until you were ready to be sacrificed.”

            The amber light of the blood moon shone down through the circular window of the crypt, shining directly on the sarcophagus.

            Laurel smirked. “It’s time.”

            She walked over to (Y/N) and unlocked the manacles from the wall. Using the chain, she dragged them to the sarcophagus as they struggled against her weakly. Wednesday narrowed her eyes and pulled against her chains uselessly. Laurel pulled (Y/N)’s hands up to the silver crest on the sarcophagus. Picking up a knife, Laurel slashed it across (Y/N)’s palm. They cried out, and Wednesday furiously lunged towards them, seething against her chains.

            Laurel pressed their bleeding hand to the crest, and it burned with power, turning red-hot. (Y/N) gritted their teeth and whimpered in pain, trying to pull their hand away. Finally, the crest turned back to silver, and Laurel pulled (Y/N)’s hands away. She tossed them to the side, and they curled up in pain from their hand and the still abating-poison.

            “(Y/N)…” said Wednesday, straining towards them.

            “Your turn,” said Laurel, unlocking Wednesday and pulling her towards the sarcophagus.

            Wednesday struggled to get to (Y/N), but Laurel forced her to the sarcophagus. With another slash of the knife, she pressed Wednesday’s hand against the crest again. Wednesday forced herself to keep any cries of pain down as the crest burned against her and drained her energy. Once it died away, Laurel forced Wednesday to slump in exhaustion against the wall.

            As the blood moon shone down on the sarcophagus, Laurel opened Goody’s Book of Shadows and began the chant to bring Crackstone’s back. As she spoke, Wednesday managed to reach into her shoe and pull out a penknife. Watching Laurel carefully, she fiddled with her manacles to unlock them. Laurel finished and put down Goody’s Book of Shadows, gazing reverently at the sarcophagus.

            The runes beneath the jars lit up as the magic activated. Thunder boomed, and suddenly, the moonlight flashed between amber and bright blue. Electricity crackled through the jars into the sarcophagus. Smoke flowed from beneath the lid. (Y/N) and Wednesday watched with wide eyes as an expectant, excited look came across Laurel’s expression.

            Smoke continued to billow up from the sarcophagus until it was obscured from view. When it cleared, a slightly Frankenstein’s-monster-looking Crackstone stood before them. (Y/N) pushed themself farther away as their strength returned little by little.

            Laurel stepped towards Crackstone. “I am of your blood. I have summoned you to rid the world of outcasts once and for all.” Crackstone extended a hand. Laurel took his hand reverently and kissed his ring.

            “My vengeance will be swift and true,” said Crackstone, his voice scratchy with death but filled with cruelty.

            “As will mine,” said Wednesday, jumping to her feet after she finished unlocking her wrists. She moved to take a step forward.

            Crackstone’s eyes widened as he saw her. He raised his staff, and it pulsed blue with magic, stopping Wednesday in her tracks. “Goody Addams,” he rasped. “You haunt me still. You will suffer the same fate you bequeathed me.” He removed a dagger from his belt. Before Wednesday could even think to react, he stabbed her roughly.

            “Wednesday!” cried (Y/N) as Wednesday gasped in pain.

            “Now burn in the eternal fires of hell,” said Crackstone. He twisted the blade in Wednesday stomach, “Where you belong.”

            Wednesday clutched her stomach and the dagger in it as she stumbled backwards into the wall and slumped to the ground. Crackstone turned his eyes to (Y/N).

            “I’ve already poisoned that one,” said Laurel, eager to please Crackstone.

            Wednesday looked at Laurel in alarm, narrowing her eyes angrily as she gasped for air. “You…said they weren’t dead!”

            “You’re right. They weren’t. But they will be soon,” said Laurel, smirking. She and Crackstone walked on, leaving the crypt. “Sweet dreams!” she called as one by one, the magic in the air extinguished the candles lighting the room.

            (Y/N) and Wednesday were left dying alone in the dark while Laurel and Crackstone left to kill their friends. (Y/N) dragged themselves to Wednesday side.

            “Wednesday…” they said. “Wednesday, you need to stay awake.”

            “I haven’t lost enough blood to do that,” she muttered.

            (Y/N) reached out to lay their hands on her wound. “I can try to help you, and then you can go after Crackstone.”

            Wednesday shook her head and pushed their hands away. “You have a chance if you keep your strength…You could kill yourself giving me strength…”

            (Y/N) shook their head and then groaned. They were still quite weak. “Nope…not dying…I feel like shit though. Apparently it takes a pretty hardcore poison…to kill me.”

            “You…can’t risk it…” insisted Wednesday. She didn’t want (Y/N) to die because of trying to keep her alive.

            “They can,” said a new voice.

            (Y/N) and Wednesday turned sharply to see the ghost of Goody Addams kneeling by them. Wednesday was used to her visions of her ancestor, but (Y/N) was surprised. They suspected they saw Goody because they were a reaper and on the brink of death.

            “Oh, great, you’re here to take me to the other side,” groaned Wednesday.

            “Listen, Crackstone must be stabbed through his black heart,” said Goody. “It’s the only way he will be vanquished now and forever.”

            “Is your spectral vision impaired? I’m dying,” snapped Wednesday.

            “Your necklace. It’s a powerful talisman,” said Goody.

            “My mother told me it’s for conjuring visions,” muttered Wednesday.

            “It is also a conduit for conjuring spirits,” explained Goody. “It will allow me to pass through you and mend your wounds. Then the reaper can give you strength to fight. Just know, once I do, you will never see me again.” Goody glanced between her and (Y/N). “The school needs you.”

            (Y/N)’s hand found Wednesday’s as they readied themself to give her strength. Goody placed a hand over Wednesday’s heart and pulled the dagger from her stomach. Wednesday gasped as it wrenched free. Goody focused, and her body glowed with a golden spectral light. A light smile crossed with a smirk flitted across her face as she dissolved into a ghostly mist and drifted into Wednesday’s body. (Y/N) took a deep breath and let their own life force drift into Wednesday. It weakened them further, but it let Wednesday sit up, alive and strong once again.

            “(Y/N),” said Wednesday worriedly, supporting them as their head spun. “I told you that was too risky.”

            (Y/N) shook their head. “Worth it. You can fight. And I’m alive. I’ll be fine.” They gripped Wednesday as they stood together. “We need to stop Crackstone.”

            Wednesday held them up carefully. “You are in no shape to fight.”

             “I’m recovering from the poison. I’ll be fine.” (Y/N) looked at Wednesday with a fire of determination in their eyes. “I’m in this fight, Wednesday. You’re not doing this on your own.”

            Wednesday met their gaze and nodded. She couldn’t stop them and their resolution. “Can you run?”

            (Y/N) let go of Wednesday and stood. They nodded sharply. “Yes.”

            “Then we need to get to Nevermore before Crackstone and Laurel get to everyone,” said Wednesday.

            (Y/N) and Wednesday didn’t waste another moment. They ran out of Crackstone’s Crypt into the woods. As they ran, they heard the keening howl of werewolves echo around them. They were familiar with the sound, but it was oddly haunting with the circumstances. (Y/N) and Wednesday halted as they rounded a tree and found Tyler standing before them.

            He tilted his head. “Laurel said you were dead.”

            “We’re feeling much better now,” said (Y/N).

            Tyler eyes trailed to them, and he took a step forward. “You’re a pest.”

            “This won’t end well for you,” said Wednesday darkly.

            Tyler looked at them both with cruel determination. His eyes widened, and his clothes bulged as he transformed into the hyde. He roared at them, and (Y/N) and Wednesday back away. He swiped for Wednesday, but (Y/N) pushed her out of the way. Tyler sent them flying across the clearing, and they hit the ground hard.

            “(Y/N)!” gasped Wednesday, running to their side as Tyler went for them again.

            Before he could tear them to pieces, and blur of blonde fur jumped through the air, tackling him to the ground. A werewolf growled at Tyler as he hit a tree hard and snarled in pain. The werewolf, sporting slightly pink hair between the ears, looking back at Wednesday and (Y/N).

            “Enid,” realized (Y/N).

            Tyler threw Enid to the side, but she rolled over and sprung back at Tyler. She was holding him off so that (Y/N) and Wednesday could confront Laurel and Crackstone. They didn’t waste her efforts and ran for Nevermore.

            They ran past the students running away from their school and into the museum of old Nevermore student artifacts. They needed weapons, and this was the only place that had any. Wednesday saw a sword and grabbed it. (Y/N) saw a scythe and instantly picked it up.

            “Are you ready?” asked Wednesday, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

            (Y/N) spun the scythe experimentally. It felt just right in their hands. They nodded. “Ready.”

            It was time to battle Crackstone.

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