#halloween in radiator springs

[datdisney]

The cars land theming with its heavy reliance on neon signage is too pretty at night.

[laurenovercalifornia]

[naomiknight-17]

I don't know how to explain how excited I am to buy some uranium glass

Some of you may understand if I tell you... I spent my twice-yearly Sprinkle Order money on the glass instead. I am not buying sprinkles this season. No big clearance mystery bag from Sweetapolita this winter

Only uranium glass

[samsdisneydiary]

Halloween Time at Disney California Adventure Park Haul-O-Ween at Cars Land Fun Facts

[malevoreenthusiast]

Gulping on the Green

Hello! I apologize for being MIA for so long. I'm happy to report that midterm season went well though! I'm quite happy with this story, so I hope you enjoy it, too! As always, feedback, requests, ideas---anything is welcome! My DMs and ask box is always open

Clink! The driver sent the golf ball flying out across the open air like a cresting wave. The brilliant blue sky opened up to a golden, radiating sun. Out on the green, the wind was gentle and verdant, and the feeling was genial. The four guys stood together uniformly with hands shielding their eyes from sunlight like statues of Greek gods. The Sunday heat was only worsened by the cloudless sky, but the brothers had been itching to golf for the past several weeks after a tumultuous season of midterms and storms. Finally, on a day as tranquil as this one, they made the trip out to the green and have been matching par on each hole.

“Nice!” Kristian pumped his fist after glimpsing where his ball had landed. He was a pledge for the frat this spring semester (an odd occurrence, but, considering what had happened in the fall, Sigma Alpha Epsilon needed new pledges desperately) and his joyful exuberance was always great to have around. He turned to Griffin, the only other pledge in this group of four and high-fived him with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

“Nice, nice,” Blake conceded, giving a faux golf-clap to his pledge, “but how about we make ourselves a little bet? Whoever has the best score at the end of the game needs to pay for the others’ lunch. Let’s do this in pairs. You two guys will be together,” Blake nodded at Kristian and Griffin, “and Josh and I will be the other set,” Blake wrenched his arm around Josh’s shoulder, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, listening in on the conversation.

“Ah, sweet!” Kristian, ever the optimist, cheered, “you’re on! Alright, Griffin, we got this bro!” Griffin and Kristian looked suitably fired up, and their eagerness spilled out and went right into Blake.

“But we should warn you two,” Blake smirked, “Josh and I are big eaters, especially Josh here. You should’ve seen him: last semester—”

Josh stamped his heel onto Blake’s toes with all of his force and cleared his throat. Blake was much more extroverted than Josh, and as such, he was willing to part with information that Josh preferred to keep close to his chest. “What Blake means to say,” Josh shot a warning glance at his brother and best friend, “is may the best men win.” The shorter frat bro smiled warmly and gestured for Griffin to make his tee shot while grinding his shoe into Blakes’, dyeing it green with the wet turf from the morning dew. Watching the two pledges turn around and make their shot, Josh whispered just below his breath, “Dude, don’t even joke about that. I’m not even allowed to be alone near pledges this semester after what happened in the fall. The only reason they’re allowing it now is that you’re here ‘supervising’ me,” Josh said in air quotes.

Blake giggled and brought Josh in closer to ruffle his hair. “You worry too much, bro. It’ll be fine! These guys are good, so we’ll probably owe them lunch anyway,” Blake snorted, letting Josh go.

Josh grumbled in agreement, hoping that Blake wasn’t planning anything serious. He thought back to the genesis of all of his nervousness–fall semester, Halloween night. He placed a hand on his flat six-pack, making sure he didn’t already make the same mistake again. Absentmindedly watching the golf game play out, Josh recalled the events of the previous holiday.

SAE was throwing on Halloween night, and, as one of the best party dorms on campus, all of the brothers and pledges alike were buzzing with excitement. At around six that night, Josh was pregaming alone in his room, getting the tiredness to flee from his eyes like a receding tide. As is typical for the average frat guy like Josh, he overdid it a little bit. The jock hadn’t eaten that day, and he was on his ninth beer. Belching lazily, Josh threw the can onto the floor after missing the recycling bin, and he looked up to see one of his favorite pledges, John, enter his room. John was a handsome guy, with broad shoulders and a big heart, which is why Josh wasn’t surprised when he drunkenly bent the pledge over his bathroom counter and pumped into him four big, steaming loads. What was surprising to Josh however, was how primally he wanted John. After bloating the pledge’s stomach out with an inordinate amount of cum, Josh began to eagerly and impenitently swallow John whole, feeling the blonde kid’s body bulge out his stomach excessively. Josh, with judgment impaired and wanting to relive that state of fulfillment, found Enrique. Just like with the previous pledge, Josh bent him over (crushing him with a very active and squirming belly), came in him several times, and swallowed the poor pledge whole, making his obscene, behemoth gut grow even larger. Beyond that, Josh started to drink even more, wanting to feel a deeper buzz with all the “food” he now had to soak up the alcohol.

The rest of the details are pretty hazy to Josh, but Blake told him that Josh woke up in the living room at around midnight to all of his brothers rubbing Josh’s engorged, massive, stretched gut to help him digest the evidence. Josh spent the night drunkenly moaning for his brothers to rub harder as he slowly belched up various skulls and discarded wallets and phones of all 16 pledges. Because of Josh, they had to cancel the biggest party of the year. Worse yet, they weren’t able to admit a single new pledge that semester because they had all been digested and processed by one insatiably greedy frat member. With an immense amount of guilt, Josh kept all of the wallets and IDs of the pledges he had gulped down that night in a drawer near his bed, as a sort of memento. He was proud of himself for certain, but he also felt quite guilty at what had happened that night. Lost in thought and hardly paying attention to the game, Josh’s tight abs growled loudly, making the turf vibrate beneath them. Thinking about that night always made him hungry. He was suddenly snapped back into reality when Blake punched his shoulder jokingly.

“And… looks like we won!”

Josh froze. Looking around at Kristian and Griffin, who now wore a doleful look on their handsome faces, Josh’s stomach growled again. He knew he wanted this, and he hated himself for wanting it so bad. Blake wore a knowing smirk, rubbing his own hungry stomach and nodding to Josh. He didn’t even realize he had played, much less finished the game. Wiping away a trail of drool that had formed as he was reminiscing, Josh asked to see the score sheet. Scanning it intently, Blake had scored under par almost every single hole, playing out of his mind. 

The much hungrier and handsomer Tiger Woods exclaimed to the pledges, “Alright! I am hungry. Griffin, you’re with me.”

Josh sighed audibly. This was Blake’s plan from the start: score a nice big lunch off of these two unassuming pledges and force Josh to participate. Josh couldn’t say he didn’t want this. In fact, his stomach was almost growling non-stop, begging, pleading for Kristian to dissolve within his slimy, digestive folds. Still though, Josh had self-imposed a rule (and he’d been threatened by the president) that if any more pledges went missing because of him, he’d leave the frat. 

Still though, it's not like Kristian would be okay with Blake unhinging his jaw and gulping down his buddy like a snake—and that’s what Josh was for: taking care of Kristian. Being his best friend, Blake knew Josh wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he got the thought in his mind, and the charmer was using that against him.

Before Blake even got up to Griffin, Josh approached Kristian with hunger and gluttony driving his every motion, “Hey, sorry man.”

“Aw, don’t worry bro!” Kristian beamed with his beautiful round eyes and pearly smile. “I’m happy to help my future brothers with a meal anytime!”

Josh silently corrected him: for the last time. But looking up at the 6 foot 3 muscle behemoth, Josh noted that, despite his hair being brown, Kristian looked an awful lot like John, his first prey on Halloween night. That connection unleashed his shackled gluttony, prompting the jock to open wide and pull Kristian’s head into his dark, moist cavern he called a mouth. His handsome face tasted like a steak cooked to perfection, and the prey’s sweat that beaded his forehead provided a delectable seasoning that orchestrated a symphony of flavor blooming throughout the predator’s taste buds.

“Josh? What the fu—” Griffin was shortly cut off as Blake followed Josh’s lead, stretching his pink lips around Griffin’s head. Taking a desire-soaked gulp almost instantly, Blake bunched the pledge’s shoulders into his mouth and allowed his throat to expand and contract as it coaxed in the smaller man.

Both frat boys sucked and drooled over their meals in the hot open course, which was thankfully empty that afternoon. Josh found little difficulty swallowing down Kristian’s massive biceps, which were about the size of his thighs. The poor soul was so shocked that he hardly even struggled within Josh’s experienced, mile-long throat. Sucking in a bunch of air all at once, Josh opened his throat and practically vacuumed Kristian’s entire upper half down in one fell swoop. What could he say? Kristian was delicious, and Josh was hungry. If you think about it, this was really Blake’s fault for spurring him on. 

Quickly, Josh’s six pack gave way to a round, curving belly that pressed on the fabric of his polo. Feeling the man get deposited into his stomach chamber was something akin to heaven for the frat boy, and he gave his belly a gentle, loving caress as it grew outward more and more. Glancing over to Blake, who was slobbering over Griffin’s ample pecs through his shirt, Josh wondered idly how Griffin would taste before suctioning down Kristian’s bubbly ass into his awaiting gullet…

Blake returned Josh’s gaze, staring at him with alarm. The pair had eaten guys together before, but he’d never seen Josh devour someone so big this quickly before. Clearly his priming had worked wonders. To rub it in his face, Blake took a deep, slow gulp, moaning at Griffin’s exquisite flavor, signaling to his partner that Griffin probably tasted better than Kristian even. Blake rubbed his growing belly, barely feeling the indentations of his fading six-pack.  He moaned and groaned for at least half a minute more, gloating over Josh his self control and ability to savor his meals. Just as Blake was about to swallow up Griffin’s waist and begin working on the pledge’s lower half, he felt a tugging sensation, as if something was yanking Griffin out of his stomach. Confused, Blake opened his eyes.

His greedy, pledge-devouring friend had positioned his lips around Griffin’s ankles, staring directly at  Blake as if to challenge him.

“Mmph–!” Blake grunted, astounded and incredulous at how far Josh would go to fill his belly.

“Mmph,” Josh responded, swallowing Griffin up to his knees. His dead-panned look gave the impression that no matter what Blake wanted, Josh was going to have both of these pledges stewing away inside of his belly by evening.

Blake, completely shocked by his best-bro’s audacity, tried to gulp more of Griffin down in defiance; however, Josh beat him to it, sucking out Griffin’s lower abdomen and gulping down his thighs. Griffin was stretched between the two predators like a laffy-taffy, entirely soaked in saliva and desperately being fought over on either end. Blake tried to get closer to forcefully pull more of Griffin in his maw, but Josh’s belly, outward and protruding like a giant exercise ball and full of Kristian, prevented him from getting closer, letting Josh sneak in another meaty gulp. His throat echoed the cacophonous noise, letting the sound of Griffin’s legs slide past his lips and begin engulfing the prey’s torso.

By now, Blake’s stomach was entirely empty, much to his disappointment. It seems that his plan had backfired, and now Josh had gotten two meals instead of just one, while Blake had gotten zero. He thought of protesting more or at least trying to make Josh work for his second helping of pledge, but he knew that contesting Josh in a battle of predation was a fruitless endeavor. He was the guy who cancelled Halloween, after all. Since knowing the guy, Josh had always been the number one predator, and he’s only widened that gap by devouring any potential second places, making Josh, in Blake’s eyes, the best predator he’s ever seen or heard of. To try and go against that would be ludicrous. 

Watching dejectedly, Blake slowly let Griffin out of his throat and get funneled directly into his best friends’. Josh looked happy as a clam, and Blake began to rub his friend’s belly as loud gulping and moaning erupted from the predator like it was his birthday. The jock’s stomach grew even bigger, surpassing behemoth proportions. Blake sighed sadly as Griffin’s feet slid past Josh’s lips. His friend groaned, patted his belly for a moment, then smiled.

“Dude!” Blake blurted, ready to scold his friend for that slight. “What the fuck?!”

BBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Josh’s low, deep belch ejected Kristian’s golfing gloves right onto Blake’s face, adding insult to injury. Patting his belly, Josh began, “Fuck,” wincing at the pleasure-soaked situation having a full belly gave him. “If you didn’t want that to happen, then why’d you make the—UUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP—make the bet in the first place?”

“Because I thought you could share, greedy ass!”

“How is it my fault that you didn’t plan properly? It’s your fault for making Griffin look so delicious, and God,” Josh patted his engorged stomach, “was he ever.”

“You’re irredeemable.”

BBBUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP — “Sorry bro, but if you wanna join them, they’re gonna be solid for at least a good long while. You could swallow them after I swallow you?”

“You’re still wanting more? How have we remained friends for this long?”

“Because you love meee,” Josh teased, bumping Blake with his writhing mass of a belly. “C’mon. I won’t digest you; I swear on our letters.”

That piqued Blake’s interest. He knew Josh was being serious when he said that. Blake looked down at his painfully-flat abdomen. He hadn’t eaten that morning because he had planned exclusively around getting Griffin to himself. This sudden prospect of getting both Kristian and Griffin was definitely worth considering… 

Josh's belly gurgled, letting out grotesquely loud squelching and bubbling noises as it got used to accommodating two living meals. Watching his gluttonous friend rub contentedly over his enormous gut, Blake nodded, acknowledging that he wanted that for himself.

“Alright bro, you’re on,” Blake paused as Josh pumped his fist, “but you swore on our letters. No going back.”

“Of course, Blake. You’re my best man. You’re not food to me.” As heartwarming as that was, Josh’s belly grumbled, politely asking Blake to crawl in.

Shaking his head and ready for a meal, Blake put both hands on Josh’s tummy and leaned forward, waiting for Josh to take him in. Josh followed suit, letting his hot, pledge-smelling breath encase Blake. With a quick, happy-sounding glomp, Blake began his descent into Josh’s awaiting belly.

Unlike the other two, Josh took his time with Blake, letting his best friend know how good he tasted. The brother’s arms were pinned to his side, and his broad shoulders got covered in a layer of saliva to help lubricate him on his way down. Blake shuddered, unaware how scary it was to get swallowed whole by a predator. He thought back to the plenty of times he and Josh had done this exact thing, except the prey knew they were never getting out. Josh’s throat hugged Blake’s muscular body with need. Josh’s brain knew Blake wasn’t food, but the rest of his body clearly didn’t and treated him as such.

On the outside, Josh’s tongue roamed over Blake’s torso, slowly lapping up all of the flavor he could siphon from his friend’s tanned skin. Josh had been thinking about this moment for years, and to think something like this would happen so suddenly was like a waking-dream. Widening his jaw around Blake’s hips, Josh let the rest of his friend slowly slide in his belly. The jock’s hands roamed the thrice-stretched skin with pleasure. He could already feel the frenetic squirming in his belly, telling him that Blake had already begun indulging in Josh’s prey. The greedy frat bro patted his gut as if to give his brother his blessing to devour the contents of his belly. Big, hefty sloshes echoed in the heated atmosphere as Josh finished off Blake happily. His titanic gut was always happiest when digesting extra-squirmy meals.

Gulping down Blake’s feet (and taking off his trampled gold-shoes), Josh finished off his third meal of the day and maneuvered himself into the golf cart to carry the four boys home. The ride was quite bumpy, causing Josh to belch time and time again as he got into Blake’s car and turned on the ignition. He had gotten a strange look from the valet when asking for his keys, but overall, he had little trouble getting back home. Since it was a sunday afternoon, most everyone was out studying or hanging out with friends, so the frat house was thankfully very empty.

Waddling up to his room whilst cradling his gurgling, noisy belly, Josh plopped himself onto Blake’s bed and let the food coma take him away into dreamland.

Blake woke up to a clattering sound coming from his bathroom and a darkness from everywhere except the doorway. He was on his bed, but his skin felt somewhat sticky. Looking down at his heavily bloated belly, which no longer showed any signs of movement or life, Blake licked his lips and remembered what happened with a fondness that rarely people get the pleasure of experiencing. Walking out from the bathroom, a naked Josh’s silhouette appeared like an angel.

“Hey there, stud,” Josh teased, glancing down at Blake’s morning wood.

“Shut up,” Blake retorted, belching lazily.

Josh walked up and positioned himself above Blake, with his head directly above the small dome of his friend’s belly. “God, I felt so empty when I let you out. You made quick work of these guys, you know? You’re so greedy,” Josh complained.

“You’re one to talk—mmph!” Blake was cut off as Josh put a hand over his mouth, silencing him with a smile.

Josh poked Blake’s belly, listening to the sloshes and gurgles it elicited. The two were definitely fully digested by now. The clock on Blake’s bedside table read 1:21 AM, but somewhere along the lines, Blake must’ve woken up and belched out the guys’ IDs and golf clothes, judging by the slew of items on the floor. His own polo and khaki shorts were laying out on his desk chair, albeit a bit wrinkled and wet looking. Josh caught him looking there and coughed awkwardly.

“I tried burping them out so you wouldn’t have to buy a new outfit. There’s only a few holes,” the brother blushed.

“Thanks bro,” Blake belched.

Josh huffed and pressed his face into the soft warm flesh of Blake’s belly, letting himself sink into the squishy gut that usually held a set of rigid abs. Bringing his hands up, Josh rubs Blake’s belly slowly and methodically, helping Blake’s morning wood rise even higher and leaking out several drops of precum. Josh raised an eyebrow and turned himself so he was resting parallel to Blake. 

With a hand caressing his brother’s belly, Josh mentioned, “Oh yeah, Michael came in here earlier.” Blake turned his head at the sudden mention of their frat’s president. “He told me to say that he’ll let this slide as I wasn’t the one who had the belly-full-of-pledge this time, but we seriously need to stop. And I’m a bad influence on you.”

Blake laughed and laced his fingers behind his head. Watching Josh rub his noisy belly process the last of its meal certainly was a bad influence. If he could stay like this forever, he would. Looking down, Blake noticed Josh’s cock also at full mast. Without a word, Blake leaned down and began to pump it slowly and methodically, hearing his best friend whimper and moan at his touch. Blake chuckled before moaning himself, feeling Josh grab hold of his own dick and begin stroking it slowly.

The two, after one of the most intense climaxes of their lives from just a handjob, fell asleep together, getting rest before planning out how to fit more delicious pledges—and maybe their president—into both of their greedy, noisy, hungry bellies.

[fudgechocolatepuff]

a lovebirds bloom! (pumpkin pie edition) pt.ii🍁

keigo t. x fem. reader | wholesome fluff :)

pt.i of a lovebirds bloom , pt.iii of a lovebirds bloom

sneak peek ➸ you bump into the winged hero again in the fall season by chance, but neither of you two mind.

word count : 2.6k

Brisk air flew over your face upon wiping the window for the -mpth time today.

Although you carefully scrubbed at the glass to rid it of any visible blemishes left from the busy workday, the window remained foggy, dewy droplets sticking from the outside and obscuring your view of the street beyond. 

The sky above was nothing short of clear, the stars twinkled from above in contrast to the darkening of the blue sky, now a navy-black colour. 

In response to the sudden draft drawn in from the decreasing temperatures outside, your fingers wrapped around the end-loops of your scarf and pulled, tightening its hold on your neck in hopes of trapping the heat there. 

If only the small window tucked in the back would close all the way instead of inviting a day-lasting breeze to nip at the tips of every customer’s ears.

Aside from the chill air that bit at the tips of your fingers, you grew more satisfied looking over the decor that you were tasked to put up, just in time for the incoming autumn season. 

No matter for what season you decorated for, the warm-toned paint of light cafè brown matched every occasion. 

This time—since you were put in charge of the aesthetics of the shop—you made sure that the festivity of the harvest-halloween period would radiate more than the past years’ decorations, and draw in more customers!

Perhaps, if you tried hard enough, you could draw back the attention of the winged hero.

You shook your head to snap yourself out of that ridiculous fantasy. 

Okay—sure, you missed the interaction exchanged between you and the hero, but you doubted he’d ever come back, let alone acknowledge the tension he’d left behind when he dashed through the doors that spring morning. 

It was embarrassing! Being stuck up on a menacingly short conversation was not of your character, especially as it was confined in your professional workspace. 

But you couldn’t deny, he teased and teased your little talk together, leading himself on to flirt and flatter you. Hell, you even let him enamor you, blushing at every comment he made about you. 

“He was a hero though, of course he’d do a bit of romancing, that was his way of making talk with any woman around his age!” you reminded yourself, the pride that resided in your heart shrinking to embarrassment. 

After letting yourself stare at the wall and ponder whether you should quit your job and start a new life in Europe, you continued your ritual of turning off each lamp scattered throughout the shop, appreciating the orange-ish glow it reflected onto the fresh stock of pumpkins and giving the space a homely fall ambience. 

You retrieved your coat that hung on the teensy wooden rack, slipping it through your arms as the tired began to rush into your body. 

Hanging your bag over your shoulder, you stepped toward the double doors, not before letting your nails glide past and tap against each of the candles, a subtle waft of vanilla-pumpkin flowing through your senses.  

You snatched a candle to take home, just as a souvenir, you’d pay it back tomorrow. 

Flipping over the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’, the bell of the door jingled as you walked out, with a bittersweet feeling now settling in your chest. 

——————

With a swift movement, Hawks’ hands tugged at the collar of his jacket, the fluffy white trim heating his lower face the tiniest bit as he flew through the crisp air of the autumn night.

He groaned in annoyance, regretting his decision of leaving all his hot-pockets at home, his frown grimacing more at the feeling of his empty, cold pockets. 

Hawks hated this time of weather. Not the merriment of outdoor activities, oh no—he loved the idea of pumpkin patches and apple picking. 

It was the transition between summer and winter. The drastic decrease in temperatures after the steady 70s in the past weeks left the man shivering. 

He wasn’t used to the dropping temperatures and neither was the rest of the civilians below, all bunched up in their coats and arms crossed tightly against their chests. This year brought quite the chilly autumn, maybe the coldest of them all. 

“A cup of the hottest, frothiest and sweetest coffee would really hit the spot,” the hero thought, scanning over the masses of people, hopping his pupils over every few buildings in seek of refuge from the cool night and to be treated to a nice dessert-in-a-drink. 

Just when his eyes lit up to the sight of a coffee shop that looked quiet enough to not be noticed, something else caught his eye rather quickly.

A lady dressed in a dark coat and a slightly brighter, but full and cozy scarf wrapped around her neck that held a peculiar yet chic pattern on the woven fabric. 

She appeared to be running on an empty street—or… chasing something. Hawks looked ahead of the woman, to which he spotted a small cylinder container rolling downhill that the woman must’ve been trying to catch. 

To this, Hawks laughed to himself softly, not to make fun of her, it just looked a little silly! The hero’s gloved hands cupped the outside of his mouth, where he huffed out to capture at least some tinge of warmth before descending onto the street of the escaping container. 

If it had been some other instance where he wasn’t bored out of his mind and actually had to patrol an area, he would have just sent a feather on its dandy way to complete a small mishap like this one. 

However, he had finally found an escape. 

His boots landed on the smooth pavement with a quiet ‘tap’ at the end of the street as he crouched down to reach his hand out, catching what looked to be a candle just in time. 

The woman who scurried down the road slowed her steps to catch her breath. 

“It’s not every night where your own candles run away from you. This yours?” the winged hero held out his hand as he flicked his eyes to the woman. 

But the cheeky smile instilled on his face suddenly dissipated into a wide-eyed stare, his question almost being cut off by his shock. 

The bundled-up woman breathed in once again—finally able to breathe steadily—as she extended her own fingers to take back the candle, but tensed up as her pupils recalled the dark shade of the man’s gloves, and felt her shoulder blades freeze. 

“Oh… you’re—“

“The flower shop girl,” Hawks remarked, a gentler smile blemishing his face, “the cute one who gave me the bouquet that Miruko adored.” 

Despite the cold sitting in the air, the warmth still made its way onto your skin. Your voice shook nervously, trying to not make this situation as awkward as much as you could.

“It.. it was nothing really, just wanted to dedicate something for a hero I really admire.” 

You shifted your hands to be clasped in front of you, just below your stomach as you spoke. 

“Well, she really loved it. Seriously, if I had gone to another store I wouldn’t be called the ‘best feather flower fairy.’”

A laugh ran through from your chest as you imagined Miruko’s reaction to the “flower fairy” delivering her bouquet. 

“I suppose you aren’t the kind of person to give her gifts like that.”

“Nah, not really. However, I just figured to get her something with a tad bit more of sentiment for her 25th,” he replied casually, still grasping the sweet scented candle in his hand. 

“Oh, that’s so sweet! I bet she really got all emotional and recited an honoring speech dedicated to you, going on and on about you being so thoughtful.” 

“If the speech was followed by a smack in the arm and a 2 minute-long cackle at me being so sappy, then yeah, I’d say she got a bit teary, almost gave me a hug, even.”

“I wonder how she’ll react next year.”

“Perhaps she’ll dedicate a memoir to me and buy me a bouncy house. A gift for a gift.”

Not many were able to joke with him like that. Of course, Hawks’ fans and acquaintances always felt ecstatic to chat with him, but there was no real talk—only jokes he’s heard millions of times before. 

And he’d never want to offend them, but they were either quite boring, or too overwhelming.

Either way, they didn’t treat him as if he was any other person, just a man-doll that swooped by and teased or flirted those who wanted his attention. 

With you, though, he could be sarcastic and not be looked at in a ‘were you joking?’ kind of way. He had almost forgotten what it was like to connect with another person on a deeper level. 

No, this was a bit more sweeter, and he didn’t want to lose that. 

Your delicate fingertips shooed hair out of your face as you looked onto the street, now completely drowned out by the darkness of the night, lit only by the orange-hued street lamps. 

You didn’t even notice the lingering gaze the winged man held onto your face, glossing over your features hypnotically. 

He stepped to your side and met with your eyes, “Hey, I know it’s getting a bit late, and you probably have work tomorrow. I just wanted to know if you’d wanna grab a quick bite with me. I saw a cafè down a couple’a blocks down.”

Although the fatigue in your body raged deep in your bones, you could endure it a bit longer for a nab of coffee. 

——————

The walk to the cafè was fairly comfortable. 

He noted to you that he even saw some pastries displayed on the window. A “sugar plum fairy” you called him, to which he grumbled at the reminder of the foolish name. What a baby. 

You didn’t expect to be asked about the progress of the flower shop, but you gladly told him about the new pumpkins that came with a carving kit, how you’d probably snatch one for yourself to make a design. 

��Wouldn’t a starry night be easier than a character like Hello Kitty? You’re quite the artistic type.” 

“Shushh! I’ve always fantasized about a glowing hello kitty with a witch hat, don’t crush my dreams.”

“Poor little florist, wants to express all of her feelings through Hello Kitty! Don’t worry, sweets, I won’t do too much on you.” 

“I’m glad you understand the severity of my fixation.”

“Heroes are always empaths, ya’know?” 

“You not so much!”

In response, he side-eyed you and crossed his arms.

You shuffled your hands into the pockets of your coat, when a sudden thought slipped into your mind. 

“Oh, by the way, my name’s (your name).”

“Hi, (name).”

——————

Upon arriving to the cafè, you felt like you could have fallen asleep on the leather-seated-booths that gave just the right of cushioning, but at this point you were starved for sugar. 

Its style was a bit more foreign like—a banner next to the cashier framed the statement that read the inspiration came from Western Europe. The beauty and emptiness of the little shop just proved it to be a gem that you’d keep a secret forever.

Somehow, you found yourself matching Hawks’ vibe with the coziness of the café. Warm, golden, fuzzy. 

You darted your eyes back down to the menu before Hawks could catch you staring at him, focusing on the ‘hot options’ category. 

When you looked up to ask what he’d order, he was already staring you back, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“I saw that.” he taunted, a smug grin rested on his lips. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, the obvious humiliation present on your features, pursing your lips together with the intention of relieving your shame. 

“It’s no problem, doll,” his assuring statement completely opposite of his teasing expression, “Do you know what you want?”

As if it was on cue, a waitress ambled her way over to your table, notepad in hand, not even batting an eye to the number two, “What would you guys like to order?”

“May I get a (hot drink of your choice), please?” 

The waitress scribbled down your order and turned to the man across from you.

“Ah, can I have a hot white-mocha with an extra shot of caramel as well as a slice of pumpkin pie?”

“Alright, I’ll have those out for you two in a bit!” 

You thanked her before she scurried on into the back, “It’s absolutely ludicrous that nobody else acknowledges the fact that you have a huge sweet tooth.”

“Sugar energizes my system more than caffeine, it’s just how I function.”

“Do you brush your teeth at night? Y’know, sugar can rot those pearly whites of yours.”

“Yes, mother, I brush my teeth every night,” he chuckled, adjusting the buckle of his watch.

“It can also give you a condition, don’t know if you’ve heard, but it’s called diabetes—“

“Yeesh, I didn’t know I’d come to this place just to be lectured about my tastes.”

“If it were anybody else, they’d say the exact same thing.” 

“Oh, let me be.”

The two of you went silent after that, but in a comfortable moment of calm, engulfing the presence of each other and the faint chatter of the minimal customers that were also sat down in the cafè. 

Hawks in that moment wondered if he twisted the crown of his watch back far enough, he could make this night last forever. 

Before long, you’re both gulping down your hot beverages, a waterfall of heaven swirling in the brown paper cups in your hands. 

After a short debate, the two of you decided that it was getting late, and you both had busy work days to deal with tomorrow, and so he took the pumpkin pie to-go and shared it with you on your walk to the train stop. It wasn’t rude courtesy if no one could see you two at the dead of night. 

“How come you live a bit far from your flower shop?”

You chewed your piece of pie, both crust and filling, “I don’t know, honestly. I think after applying to all the jobs I had in mind, I drew little paper pieces from a hat to just decide and get it over with.” 

“Decision making can be tough when it comes to jobs.”

“You get it,” crumbs of pie fell onto your coat as you responded with your mouth full.

The hero held the empty plate with sprinkles on crumbs left behind in his hand, and with your candle in the other as you two continued the walk, about 3 minutes away. 

Stopping at the top of the stairs that descended down into the underground station, Hawks stopped you from going further. 

“Look, I really enjoyed this little going out together, although it started out with me ending your game of tag with your candle.” 

You huffed lightly looking back at the thought, a shy smile tugging at your face, “Yeah, I’m glad I bumped into you when I did.”

Placing the candle into your palms, he began to take a few steps back, and Hawks admitted to you, “I hope to see you soon, sweets, whenever time permits.”

You waved to him, “Thanks for the pie.” 

He nodded his head and gave you a sweetly sick smile, before turning to walk away and prepare to fly off. 

As much as you hated for this night to end, you could at least encourage him to come back to you. 

“Come back to the shop soon!” you shouted from afar, hoping he would hear.

The winged hero turned his head, waving his hand and shouting back, “I will!” eventually flying away into the alluring night sky. 

The next time you’d come back to this cafe, you promised to order pumpkin pie every time. 

a/n: so sorry for not posting this sooner! i’ve been so caught up in my studies and i couldn’t find time to post! however i lovedd writing this and figured now would be the best time to publish this. i hope this makes up for my absence :) love you and happy october!!

[mrsoharaa]

Another jumpscare scene hastily quips you back onto the burly solidity of your utterly calm and unnerving boyfriend sitting beside you. He emits another huff of air as he feels the familiar tightened grip you had latched yourself onto his firm bicep, for the millionth time of the night, of the duration of the silly "horror" film you both were watching.

"Woman, let go of my arm before you dislocate it from my shoulder" he gruffs out under an annoyed breath, watching you fiddle even more closer into the safety of his flexing limb. You simply nod in against his regards to his own hostage limb, nuzzling in closer into his radiating warmth. The bearing keenness and comfort it brought to you, only making you cling onto him that much more. He simply grunts in response. Again.

"I don't even know why you picked this specific movie out when all you are going to do is hide snivel like a coward" he grumbles, peeping over to the flashing television, quickly back onto you. Studying you hurdle somewhat cutely, onto his body. The sight of your cowering, adoring body curling into his voluminous frame, insinuated something ever so warm and dizzying within his wide chest. A short tinge of a smile graces his cheekbones.

"S-shut up! I just...I just wanted to spend some time with you on Halloween! and watching scary movies is like - tradition to do on this holiday! FUCK!" you squeeze out yet another high pitched yelp from the depths of your clenching lungs, springing yourself back deep into the side of his body, arms now fully clinging all around his solid stature. He elicits an amused cackle, rolling his eyes as he watches the slasher on the screen tear through his victims body parts, violently. Horrid screams and blood gushing resounded from the blaring television.

You whimper in fear and in disgust, shuddering in absolute horror as your face sinks into the comforting heat of his skin. Your eyes squeezed shut as you curl up closely into his stoic body.

He seizes out another puff of air, insinuating another eye roll as he adjusts his arm from your constricting grasp and carefully, securely lulling it over your curled body and pulling you closer into his side. Draping his languid limb over your own tiny, quivering stature in a safe and protected manner.

You quickly glimpse up at the fully focused raven haired man starring blatantly at the luminous t.v. Watching every horrid and gruesome scene with little to no bothersome whatsoever. Completely unphased and relaxed with you huddled into his generous embrace.

You lift a soft smile up at him, nuzzling closer into the resonating heat permeating off from his side. Planting and circling your pointing finger against his clothed chest.

"You know, 'Rou...there is something else you can do to take my mind off of this stupid movie" you implied with a subtle, initiation coaxing in your soft tone, he hardly tears his focused gaze from the television, humming to your implication.

You strut out a soft lip pout, noting his lack of attention on you, you grab his face and force him to look down at you. You watch his thick brows furrow into that cute scowl you had always admired. It was an adorable look on him.

"Woman I'm trying to watch this damn movie that YOU had forced me to watch with yo—" he grunts to your clasp on his cheeks, noticing the not-so-subtle glint of suggestion glistening in those beautiful eyes of yours. Blinks a couple of times as he immediately stills himself entirely, breath hitching at the back of his throat, his own dilated eyes strolling down to the inviting temptation that is of your plush lips.

"Kiss me 'Rou" you blink up at him slowly, glossy irises that pleaded of affection and attention, full lashes fluttering ever so temptingly up at the stunned flushed man. His own lips part for a mere second, trying to sink in the sudden command you had muttered to him, feeling his heart drum ever so frantically against his swarming chest as he watches you lean over on top of him and lull in closer towards him.

His hands instinctively wander to the curves of your hips, still dilated pupils intently watching every movement you made. Stilling directly at the bewitching enchantment of your full lips.

"Please, 'Rou...kiss me, I need you too...need you to take my mind off of this movie" your voice was now hardly over a murmur, silken lips motioning in a slow, entrancing motion in his bewitched eyes. Like this very moment was drawn out in slow motion, daunting teasingly at the back of his blundered mind.

Barou stifles every muscle in his firm toned body, hands gripping with more force around your hiking hips bucking onto his wide lap. He exhales a breath through his nose deeply, chiding a slanted smile as he tugs your hips abruptly closely into the base of his lower abdomen. Strong, vast hands coil up and under the flimsy material of your tank top with ease and sly.

Long, thick fingers caress and brush over every inch of tender skin with itching need and satisfaction (to your sudden neediness for him).

"Mm, do you now, pretty?" he tilts his head slightly, pulling away from your lips (which he detested himself for), skimming you up and down with a glint of playfulness and taunt basking away in those glorious pools of dark carmine.

Fights back another amused chuckle when he feels your hands pat at his cheeks, that cute little lip pout still gracing over your sweet features. His heart flutters once more to the adorable sight.

"And what if I don't want to kiss you, hm?" he left brow lifts in sheer enjoyment, wallowing in the complete adorableness of your scrunching face contort into something more cute and admiring.

Oh, he was definitely getting off to this.

"Don't be rude 'Rou! your girlfriend simply wants a kiss to not watch this god awful movie!" you swat at his harden chest with a balled fist, brows knitting tightly together as your lips purse more firmly together. A wave of heat searing into your flustered cheeks.

He cackles deeply, pulling you more closer against him, hands still wandering flatly, inquisitively along the open space of your soft flesh.

He leans forward, removing one hand from your back to grasp onto your chin to face him directly.

"Stop being a brat sweetness...you know damn well I always give you what you want" he chides with a sly grin, inching his lips closer towards yours. Stopping just centimeters away from the puffy, glorious plump of flesh that reeled him in, he gazes up at you with lidded, deprived eyes.

"Even if you don't deserve it with that pouty behavior" he clicks his tongue, studying you intently, widening his smirk as he brushes the edge of his lips over yours in a taunting manner. Forcing a cute, desperate whine from you.

"Just know, pretty girl..." he swiftly pushes you onto your back with a slight bounce amongst the couch, towering over you with such ease. Nestles himself in between the open gap between your legs, crawling up more comfortably to inch back closer to your full lips.

"You asked for this"

[9haharharley1]

[Hi hello its Ectoplasmicsodaaaaa]

Okay but that accidental first kiss prompt for pompep or blackice would be CHEF KISS

Pompep it is!

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Attending a college Halloween party hadn't been a bad idea at the time. With the exception of that one terrible time his freshman year, Danny had never been to a real party. He wasn't sure if this one even really counted since it was hosted by the college and not some random student ready to get all the co-eds drunk.

Maybe that was why he decided to go.

It felt awkward to go without Sam and Tucker there to back him up, what with his best friends being split all over the country. He didn't even have Jazz to call and come save him if he decided he wasn't having fun, but on the plus side, his dorm was just out the door and around the corner, so really what had been the harm?

Danny pulled up his big boy pants, whipped up a quick costume, and was out the door.

It wasn't much to look at - just some black pants with a cotton ball pinned to the back to mimic a tail, a V-neck long sleeve shirt, and a black and white half-mask that exposed the lower have of his face from the nose down, molded in the shape of a goat's head, with two horns jutting out the sides. He had arranged his hair to tastefully fall in front of the mask, and when he looked in the mirror he didn't hate what he saw. So with a shrug and a steadying breath, Danny attended his first college party.

It was set up in the dining hall, the doors flung open to let attendees roam in and out to enjoy the nice weather - shockingly not too cold this time of year; not that cold weather bothered Danny at all these days. The punch had already been spiked, there were couples making out in the dark corners of the building. Snacks and finger foods had been set up around the punch bowl, and there was a food truck loitering outside next to a snow-cone truck. He could smell weed in the air and briefly entertained the idea of attaining some for himself as he bought a snow-cone.

He was interrupted from this thought by a warmth at his side.

"Enjoying the party?" came a smooth voice over his shoulder, and Danny jumped, whipping his head around to see a man standing barely a foot away. He was taller than Danny, dressed in all black, with a ram's head mask of black and glitter covering his face, the horns curling over silver hair. His goatee and pale skin stood put against so much black.

He cut a handsome figure in the dark.

Danny just shrugged at him. "I guess?" he said, taking a bite of his snowcone. "I just got here."

"Not a party person then?"

"Not really," Danny admitted. He took a seat on the nearby bench, surprised to see the man follow him and take a seat as well. "I've never really fit in enough for parties."

The man hummed. "I wouldn't say it's much of a party anyway. Have you tried the punch yet? Somone decided it would be a good idea to spike it with cheap vodka." His lips twisted into a grimace.

Danny laughed. "We're all broke college students, what did you expect?"

"I expected one of you to at least spring for Tito's," the man grumbled. Danny laughed again, but mulled over the man's words.

"So you're not a student here, are you?" he asked. He took another bite of his flavored ice.

"I use to be," he answered. "Now I'm just a... dedicated alumni." He looked down at Danny, a respectful foot away, but radiating enough heat that he may as well be sitting closer. Danny shivered. "And you? You're a student, correct?"

"Yeah." Danny nodded. The man's eyes were a deep blue, dark as the night around them. Danny could get lost in those eyes if he wasn't careful.

"What's your major?" The man's voice was so charming and silky, Danny almost felt bad for how he blushed over it.

"Oh! Uh... physics and astronomy."

"A fellow scientist, then." The man's lips curled into a small smirk, and Danny may have felt his heart skip a beat. Why was this guy talking to him?! He could be chatting up literally anyone on campus, age be damned, and take them home no questions asked! Why was he choosing to talk to Danny? "A man after my own heart."

Danny's breath came out in a shaky exhale.

He lowered his snowcone, bringing one leg up under him as he turned to face this handsome stranger. His eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Okay, Mr. Darcy. Are you flirting with me?"

The man's smirk widened further, half-turning to Danny with an arm thrown over the back of the bench, a leg coming up to cross over the other. His other hand fell to his lap as he leaned in closer.

"Depends," he said, and Danny's cheeks felt like they were on fire, "is it working?"

"Considering I wouldn't call it very good flirting," Danny muttered back, glancing away, "...yeah. It is."

The hand on the back of the bench rose, warm fingers grazing Danny's chin. "Then maybe you'll let me see your face." There was heat in dark eye, and Danny felt caught in their flames. "I'm sure those pretty eyes are even prettier without the mask."

Even as desire and heat settled in Danny's belly, Danny couldn't help but smirk, only slightly rueful. "Nah." He pulled his head away from the hot touch. "I'm not that much of a looker." He stood with his snowcone, brushing off the seat of his pants. "Maybe go find another co-ed to schmooze. I'm sure someone here is up to your standards."

Danny didn't see the way blue eyes darkened, didn't see how the man scowled at the self-deprecating words. He took a step away, fully intending on tossing his remaining flavored ice and heading back to his dorm. He wasn't in the mood to flirt with handsome older gentlemen who only wanted one night and never again.

He took a step away, but a near burning hand on his wrist stopped him back.

"Daniel"-

He barely registered his own name on a stranger's tongue before he was spun, tripping over his feet and loosing balance on a clump of grass. The older man was sat forward on the bench to stop him from walking off, hand on his wrist, but Danny yelped as he fell against him, catching himself with his free hand on a broad shoulder and a knee banged painfully into the hard plastic of the bench.

Neither of those two things mattered however.

What mattered, was the loud sound of their masks clacking loudly together in the night. What mattered was the wide blue eyes staring at him, nearly crossed from how close they were. What mattered was the fluttering in his heart, the lump in his throat, the heat in his belly as lips, soft and wet and near scalding pressed to his own as Danny stared wide-eyed at the man now practically under him. Those dark eyes fell half-shut as Danny pulled away barely an inch, eyes wide, as those deep blues bled red with barely surpressed emotion.

Danny tried to keep the panic out of his voice as he whispered, breath icy cold against hot lips, "...Vlad?"

His voice sounded so small even to his own ears, and Vlad's eyes darkened further. "I will give you a million dollars if you stay right here," Vlad said, heat and promise masking the desperation in his voice. Danny's breathing picked up.

He shoved away from the older man, Vlad falling back into the bench as Danny phased through his hold. His snow-cone had long been abandoned to the ground, and before Vlad could reach out to him, Danny was gone, invisible in an instant, and nearly three seconds later, fighting back panicked tears in the safety of his dorm, his hand shaking as he held it over his mouth.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wait you have Lilia listed as one of the interact-able family members. Do you intend to have Lilia show up as Silver’s father in disguise like wearing a mustache or perhaps being in a different form? I’ve seen people say something about a “true form”, but so far in-game (english server and im stuck at the sectors of book 6) I haven’t seen anything that suggests Lilia has altered his form to blend in? May I ask how you plan to do Silver’s father requests?

[Referencing this blog event!]

I believe "true form” Lilia is a popular fandom headcanon. It’s not explicitly said that he has a different form, it’s something fans have speculated about due to various lines dropped by Diasomnia (ie Malleus says in one of his chats that Lilia is in a history book yet no one recognizes him but Malleus, Sebek and Silver imply during one of the Halloween events that back in the Briar Valley Lilia was most terrifying for the holiday, etc). Some fans also think that Lilia has purposefully changed his appearance to “fit in” better as a high school student while at NRC, and/or due to a plot point brought up in episode 7 (no spoilers though).

Rather than outright say how I'm going to present Lilia for NRC Family Day, I think it'd be more fun to explain via creative writing ^^ so enjoy the pre-Family Day preparations in Diasomnia~

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Silver leaned against the door frame, his sight set on the cluttered bedroom of his vice dorm leader. Tonight, it was even messier than usual, with outfits, accessories, and bottles of nail polish strewn on the desk and floor. Instruments and antiques were knocked over, drawers and chests open and their contents splayed out. It looked as though a storm had torn through the area--but no, this was the calm before the storm.

Lilia practically had the entire upper half of his body shoved deep into the abyss that was his closet, fishing around with his hands to retrieve more lost treasures from within. He popped out with two hangers, one bearing a sharp suit and the other, a neon graphic T-shirt.

"What do you think, Silver? Do you prefer the formal look, or do you think casual wear will do?" Lilia's deep ruby eyes were absolutely effervescent, gleaming like starlight. "Or perhaps I could dust off the old battle armor for this occasion!”

Silver gathered his courage and started. "Father—”

“No, you’re right. It may be too much cuteness for their poor little hearts to take!” He set down both sets of clothing on his bed and paused. “Do you think security will at least let me bring in my cleaver? It could make for a good icebreaker with the other parents."

“I don’t think so. But more importantly, father—”

“Ah, how disappointing. There’s no help for it, I suppose.

"I know!” Lilia suddenly brought a fist down into an open palm. His teeth peeked out from behind his growing smile. “I could bake a little something to pass out to the others in attendance.”

He bounced over to Silver, clasping his hands in his own. The aura radiating from Lilia was like that of a coiled spring, packed with energy waiting to be let loose. “I'm so excited for Family Day, aren't you? There’s still so much left to do.”

Silver’s voice came firm, the strike of a blade against a shield.

“Father.”

“… Oh dear.” Lilia frowned, peering up into his son’s face. “Have I said something to upset you?”

Regret set in. Silver let the fierceness in his gaze fade. “No, not at all. I’m happy to see you so eager.”

“Then whatever is the matter?” Lilia playfully nudged him on the arm. “Come, you can confide in your old man.”

“I would like nothing more than for you to be at my side for Family Day. It’s just…” A hesitation. “It will be difficult for you to pass as my father without the other students also recognizing you as their classmate. That may put you in a compromising position—and I don't wish to trouble you for my own sake.

Before Lilia could respond, a thunderous shout cut in. A young man, broad-shouldered and hulking, muscled into the doorway.

"WHAT'S THIS NOW?!" Sebek bellowed. "I cannot believe you, Silver!! You have the gall to barr Lilia-sama from attending a school function?!"

"My, Sebek. How kind of you to join us," Lilia raised his brows in an exaggerated manner, "though I didn't take you for an eavesdropper."

The first year's expression fell. He sheepishly fumbled for the right words. "M-My sincerest apologies!! I was doing my usual round of evening patrols and happened to overhear... I-I could not help but cry out against such an injustice...!! I-It will not happen again, sir!!"

The ancient fae chuckled. "I kid. You're fine, Sebek. However, I believe that Silver is right to be concerned. It will make matters challenging to say the least if I have to play both the role of father and high school student.

"Even so, it is a guardian's job is to be there for his child. I shan't let another year pass where I sit on the sidelines twiddling my thumbs while Silver is left on his lonesome."

"Another year?" Sebek cast his fellow knight a curious look.

"You weren't enrolled at NRC yet, so you wouldn't know." Silver deadpanned, a sigh escaping him. "Father also insisted he would attend Family Day then. He attempted to sneak into the event while wearing a pair of gag glasses... and was promptly ejected from the premises. It was mistaken as an ill-mannered prank by staff and students alike."

"Why, the NERVE of them!! They should be honored that a decorated general and advisor to the queen would humble himself by attending their gathering!!"

"I don't think that was the issue."

"It won’t happen again. I must put together a cleverer disguise this time!" Lilia glanced at the items scattered around his room. "Hmm, maybe I should start by recoloring my hair to match Silver's. A trim may also be in order."

"Wh-What?! Grrr... What luck you have, Silver!! What I'd give to have a matching head of hair with Lilia-sama!!" Sebek clenched a fist to contain his frustration.

"Your family is also visiting Sage's Island for Family Day, aren't they?" Silver smiled softly, his tone reassuring. "You won't be left out of anything."

"Hnngh... That's exactly what I'm afraid of!!" Sebek cradled his head in his hands. "I'd be less inclined to protest were it only my mother and my grandfather in attendance, but I don't know how to act around that man!! Worse yet, when I think of that man making his presence known to the other humans...!!"

He shuddered, unable to complete his sentence.

Silver raised a brow. "... You mean your father?"

"STOP, DON'T SPEAK THE THOUGHT INTO EXISTENCE!!"

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. He’s family.”

“WHO SAID I WAS EMBARRASSED?! I-I’M NOTHING OF THE SORT!! DON’T BE SO PRESUMPTUOUS, SILVER!!”

Lilia laughed, shaking his head. "Lighten up, boys! It'll be a fun time, you'll see. I'm looking forward to catching up with Baul and the others myself."

“Will you really be able to blend in so easily? You have a very distinctive appearance. It would be hard to change you into someone entirely new and then change you back before the next day.”

“Th-That’s right!!” Sebek quickly added relieved to change the topic. “Lilia-sama oozes charm from every pore in his body! It would take considerable effort to conceal his handsomeness!!”

“... I see. So that's what this is about."

A sudden chill descended upon the room. Even the green flames that lit up the space seemed to quiver and shrink in the oppressive cold.

"Malleus," Lilia said with ease.

"Lilia." Their liege nodded coolly as he slipped out of the darkness and into view. "Silver, Sebek. It seems I wasn't invited to this lively little discussion. Please, don't stop on my account. Continue."

The sarcasm of his words was tinged with the subtly bitter pang of jealousy. A half joke, and also a half truth.

The trio fell back and parted, granting space to him. Sebek looked positively mortified—the second time that night.

“Y-Young master!! We had no intention of leaving you out of… Th-This was completely impromptu!! I beg of you, please forgive this Sebek for his impudence!!!”

“Did we disturb your sleep, sir?” Silver asked. He was as steady and soft as a lullaby, a contrast to his partner.

Malleus raised a hand—a silent command to them to stand down, to be at ease. “I only sought to investigate the tumult coming from this area. Sound has a way of traveling in these halls, and it makes a fairy curious.”

“Don’t mind us, we’re all riled up for tomorrow. Scheming for it, you know.” Lilia beamed. “That reminds me! Maleficia herself will be in attendance this year. I made certain the message got to her. Can’t risk the invite getting lost in the mail again!

“It’s a once-in-a-blue-moon event—it’s not every day when the stars align and those stuffy advisors grant her leeway in her duties. You must be just as excited as we are.”

Malleus smiled with his eyes more than with his mouth. They shone with wonder and quiet reverence. “It will be a joy to host grandmother at Night Raven College.”

“It will be a most wonderful reunion!” Lilia agreed. “Oh, idea: what if I wore something dark and atmospheric in honor of the royal family? I know I have a spiked choker and boots lying somewhere around here…“

Malleus blinked. “Grandmother may appreciate that—but attire alone will not help you pass for Family Day to the others.”

“I’ve been trying to tell him that.”

Beside Silver, Sebek stubbornly harrumphed. “Lilia-sama shouldn’t have to conform to the expectations of mere humans!!”

“There’s still time to sort out a solution,” Lilia pointed out cheerfully. “Come hell or high water, I want to be there for my family.”

“Yes, your resolve is crystal clear. It would be a shame if you could not attend.”

Malleus ran a hand along an open drawer. It was filled with knick-knacks, from beaded jewelry to talismans. Tucked between a sizable glass orb and a carving of a gingerbread man was a furry tuft. “Pray tell, what did you wear for entry last time?”

“It was a pair of those gag glasses! It had a big nose and these fluffy fake eyebrows and mustache. Why do you ask?”

Malleus hooked a finger on the furry tuft and lifted. With it came a bulbous blob of rubber attached to thick frames.

“This?”

Malleus produced thick frames from the drawer. They were every bit as ridiculous off of a face as it was on one. Strange—the glasses seemed to glow an eerie green, but when Silver rubbed his eyes and looked again, they were normal.

“Exactly those!!” Lilia reached for the spectacles with a droll laugh. “Learned the hard way that they aren’t much use for covert operations. Still, I’ll always have a soft spot for these.”

“Who is to say that it will stay that way forever?”

“Huh?”

The trio stared at their prince. Malleus answered them with a mysterious smile.

“Who is to say,” he said with a mischievous flash of teeth, “that you cannot become whomsoever you desire?”

“Malleus… You didn’t…” Lilia squinted at the glasses. “Did you cast an enchantment on these just now?”

“The glow,” Silver realized. “I didn’t just daydream it.”

“Then that was…!”

“I wove a temporary illusion spell and cloaking magic into them. So long as you wear those glasses, you will appear as if like a dream in the eyes of those who look upon you. Your face, your hair—they’re altered, the details are scrambled and made challenging to pin down. In other words, you will not be recognized as ‘Lilia Vanrouge’.”

“OOOH!!” Sebek glowed with awe. “The young master has bestowed a blessing to you, Lilia-sama!! What an honor!!”

“Congratulations, father. That’s great news.”

“Malleus…” Lilia stopped, and tried again. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, but are you sure it’s alright for you to hand me such a handy item?”

“It only lasts until the stroke of midnight tomorrow.” The warning was casual, yet not unkind. “Go to Family Day, Lilia. Enjoy yourself. Spend time with those you love most—”

Malleus was tackled halfway through his speech. The wind in him sailed out as small arms wrapped around him, then tugged Silver and Sebek close too.

“Silly thing, you’re one of them,” Lilia tutted. “All of you are. Where would I be without my family here in Diasomnia?”

[a-deceptive-calling]

Springtrap (Fixed) | Updated reference

Once an abandoned Animatronic found within a saferoom of the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location where he was left to rot for the past 30 years, now was purchased by a local horror attraction before the original building was demolished, being condemned to wonder the dimly lit chambers within Fazbear’s Fright. The suit, whose insides were horrifically fused with--what appeared to be real--human remains and animatronic devices, radiated the foul odor of death as it continued to ferment until the attraction was set to open on the week of Halloween. …That is, before a pair of local trouble making teens named Delz and Harry, decided it would be a fun idea to record everything inside for internet clout. Despite the terrible stench emanating from Springtrap, and his ghoulish corpse mended within his iron prison, the pair of local kids found him to be really cool! This kind of find is EXACTLY what they were looking for, and it was just their luck that Springtrap seemed interested in hanging around the two and catch some fresh air outside. In the parking lot, the teens got a good look of how matted Springtrap was, and asked Matt--Harry's older brother--to clean up and fix him, even if he went with using olive green fur instead of the suit's original golden color. The possessed suit would then take up the name Mr. Bonnie. He says that in the 90's he was once a costume worker at Fazbear’s, before a catastrophic springlock failure brutally crushed him inside, leading to the spring costumes to be decommissioned--staying true to the FNAF 3 tapes. However, its likely what he said is meant to be a scripted dialog program into the suit to scare people, after all he did come from a Horror Attraction of all places; Which also led Delz into giving him the name Springtrap, since it sounded way cooler to her, and the punk themed nickname stuck. Once he was fully furnished and didn't smell like a rotten corpse layered with skunk spray, he was sent home with Delz as a “sick thing they found in the dumpster”--a FNAF 6 nod with the back alley where coincidentally, Springtrap can be found in--where he would take the form of a cool horror attraction robot while Nick is home, and a new companion to play Hide-and-Seek with while he was away at work. Do not be fooled, however. Him being a friend to Delz is all a manipulative act of superficial charm to rope her into his arms in order to kill again, and he won't stop at just her. Springtrap wants to kill pretty much anyone who dares to step in his path and harvest their Remnant for himself, which depending on Delz' actions, may become a reality. Speaking of Hide-and-Seek, he’s incredibly observant of Delz movements and takes note of typical hiding places in the house, always looking for an opportunity to strike...

[laurenovercalifornia]

[kleenexwoman]

Get to know your author

Tagged by @hederigerenthag

1 How many works on AO3? 

114 total. Wow!

2 Total AO3 word count?

482,042. That's a lot more than I thought!

3 Top 5 fics by kudos?

Semi-Charmed Life, which is about movieverse!Napoleon Solo being a sex addict. It's pretty funny, I like to think.

Like Water Flowing Underground which I think of as my ultimate Back to the Future fanfic. It's a "Marty has trouble adjusting to his new life" fanfic and is made from a lot of different headcanons and ideas I had.

Stay Silent which was inspired by a little fan comic I lost track of. It's a fluffy George/Marty (both teenagers) fic.

Time is a Wave and a Particle is another "Marty has trouble adjusting to his new life" fanfic, but a lot older.

Kisses Like Awkward Flowers is a Man from Uncle TV!verse fic, and is a bit unusual for me in that it's entirely slice of life with no fantastical elements.

Runners-up I'm proud of:

the whisper of the wind and the words of the woods is an MCU fanfic where Thor ends a drought.

it's not a real slumber party until someone summons a demon is a Good Omens piece I wrote after reading a lot of fics about how Crowley hated being summoned into a circle and me going, "Nah, how about NOT that." Got big on Tumblr!

now I can wake up and face the day is another non-fantastical fic. It's Stranger Things, which I went through a phase of writing for despite never having watched the show.

4 What fandoms do you write for?

My big ones are Back to the Future, the Man from UNCLE, the Agent Pendergast series, and the MCU.

5 Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes, when I think of it.

6 Fic with the angstiest ending?

five uncontrolled experiments in runaway fission (girl Ghostbusters) ends with Holtzmann dying of radiation poisoning.

The Pomegranate Affair (MFU) ends with Illya being lost in the land of the dead.

7 Fic with the happiest ending? 

The When Eros Met Loki series has a pretty happy ending!

8 Do you get hate?

I got a ton of hate when The Pill (The Giver) debuted on Fanfiction.net. None on AO3 though.

9 Do you write smut?

I definitely do. The smuttiest thing I think I've ever written as fanfic is Daddy Can I Turn This (Pendergast fandom, Corrie/Pendergast).

My favorite smut fic that I've written is (unfinished, sadly) where the water's sweet like honey (Good Omens, C/A).

10 Have you ever co-written a fic?

I participated in an MCU Round Robin called Birthday Blast, about Tony Stark's birthday. It's full of rare pairs!

I cowrote a study in tea, which is about Arthur Dent meeting John Watson (Martin Freeman both of them).

I also cowrote Chemistry (MFU!TV) with @iwilltrytobereasonable :)

11 All time favorite ship? 

Really hard question! It changes a lot. I still love Napoleon and Illya, even though I haven't written much MFU fanfic in a while.

12 WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Uses of Enchantment is an Enchanted fic I'm actually really proud of, but I stopped writing it to work on The Seventh Spring, an Ingmar Bergman/Captain America mashup, and I never got my groove back.

I also really want to finish Tarot Americaine someday. This one is an MCU Captain America fanfic that focuses on Steve's time in the USO, and has a bit of him in 40's Hollywood. I really enjoyed writing this, and it even has some Ray Bradbury in it, but I got the yips about it. The ending was supposed to be Steve going to a Halloween party with Emma Frost (who plays the movie version of Peggy), meeting Peggy there, and listening to a bunch of rich assholes extol fascism like rich assholes did in the 40's and continue to do today.

13 Writing strengths?

I like to think that when I'm at my best, I write with a certain poetry.

14 Writing weaknesses?

Plot. I can't keep up a plot for the life of me. I'm better at disconnected moments and atmosphere.

Tagging @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea , @deaddeerdonoteat , and @iwilltrytobereasonable

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Day.22 ~ Halloween is for children ~ Hallowtober

Hughie/Butcher x girlfriend!reader

warning : fluff, kissing

summary : Adults have Halloween to party, to drink and to sleep with each other, well, at least that's how it seems to Hughie and Butcher, right? Or did the two men perhaps have their own idea of Halloween other than the cliché of opening the door and finding out in this special edition of the Boys.

info : So the boys had to be taken along again, it's almost a tradition ;) Enjoy reading and it feels good to be back somehow, to get into a routine, but enough from me, have fun.

masterlist

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Hughie

°He loves October, to be honest he loves every season, spring he loves the rising sun, summer he loves the warmth, winter he loves the snow and most of all fall not only because of the colorful leaves but also because of one last October thrill. Ever since he could think, he had always looked forward to Halloween, dressing up in the beginning with his father, even with Robin, and also at work. The candy is the best part, the costume sewing is even more fun, and if there's anything Hughie loves, it's seeing the decorations his girlfriend put up in his apartment while he was away. He pulled her into his arms, her happiness radiating, and the sight of it made him grin, and he was glad that she could make her boyfriend so happy with such a small gesture for the big day before he wrapped her in a kiss and she heard him say, ,,Thank you, my sweet. It means a lot to me,” as he walked enthusiastically around the decoration.

°Together they went outside with a pumpkin pie in hand, they both went on an “adult tour” and met up with a few friends, and Butcher himself seemed to enjoy the usual decorations and the “violence” around him. ,,This is going to be so good!” Hughie had said, and his dark curls were crawling with spiders, his eye was darkly made up, and false points hung from his canines. ,,My sweet spider" she replied, looking at her friend, who, like children, was looking forward to the dark, lying night. His hands wrapped around her, drawing her into a kiss, she went like a mutated explorer at his side, spider webs hanging out, and she was so close to making the find of her life, but the “spider” had been faster. That was more or less the story they had chosen for the costume contest they wanted to win together this year, and Hughie kept playing around with her spider arms, making her smile.

°The whole evening into the night and morning hours, they celebrated like they had never celebrated before. Hughie seemed more relaxed than he had in a long time. He put his hands around her side, the spider that had sought out its victim, or the alcohol that did its usual and the mood among everyone heated up even more. He was in a good temper and so was she. It was the night when they could forget the dangers that lurked out there in costumes like that. He kept pulling her close when they spun around, kissing her, only to laugh when she tousled his hair and a bunch of little plastic spiders fell out. The night could only get better…

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Butcher

°For him, the whole year was like spring, summer, fall and winter that come and go, nothing new and nothing new would ever come. His pessimistic, realistic view was not only due to the incident with his wife, but also to his Well, that's what he still thought, but he couldn't help seeing his love when she showed him her Halloween costume. ,,It makes you want to get laid,” he said when he saw the cat costume, or whatever the short dress with the fake fur ears meant. Maybe Halloween had a good side to it besides the alcohol and all the blood. ,,I know, pretty sexy, right?” She asked and saw the pleased look on her lover's face as he put down his whiskey glass and stood up from the couch, sliding his hand over the short dress to express his affection once more. She knew how to make Halloween more than just sweet for him.

°The plan was simple: After she had finally gotten Butcher off her because he didn't want to stop kissing and teasing her, the two had made it out into the streets. These were full of young adults in costumes, children who were too small to have ever seen a horror movie, and a few superheroes who had “lost their way” and were certainly not looking for a new victim. But she walked around in this crowd with Butcher, his hand on her side, occasionally stroking the costume while she greeted a few friends and Butcher smiled a little more than usual, ,,My sweet grumpy bear,” she whispered to him as well as the gig or as well as one could hear something like that could hear in the crowd and saw his smirk as he stroked her cheek and pulled her into another kiss for that evening. ,,For you, my sweet cat,” he replied, pulling on the costume tail that almost came off and ignoring her warning look with a laugh.

°But even though it was nighttime, she hadn't seen Butcher so happy in a long time. Neither of their nerves were known for getting along well with humans, and it didn't take long before Butcher struck out and slapped her across the face while taking her beer after hitting on her with bad flirtations, even though she said no. So she held Butcher's slightly red hand back from the blows while the two of them, shaking their heads in annoyance at the lout, returned to their shared apartment and sat back down on the couch where they had been sitting hours earlier, wondering if it would all be worth it. ,,I still think my grumpy bear was fantastic today I love you,” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder and taking one of the sweets while Butcher took a swig of beer and nodded. ,,I love you too, and…hey, maybe I like Halloween, at least for today,” he replied, pointing to the haul they had earned quite honestly, and they both had to laugh before he wrapped his arms around him in another kiss.

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[elwon]

Game: 10 first lines challenge

Tagged by @stevieraebarnes sort of, lol

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Oh Bird, Worry Not: Jason stands off to the side as Dick continues to flick through the costume rails of Spirit Halloween.

Cold Love, Hot Blood: Dick sighs, his breath misting out into the frigid air.

My Love Is An Animal Call: Jason’s entranced, eyes fully focused on the bushy tail on the other side of the room.

If You Want To Give: The snow is deep and crisp as Jason walks up the driveway of Wayne Manor, the taxi that dropped him off disappearing into the gloom of the pre-dawn light.

All Of Eden's Vices Running Through My Veins: As the god of Travellers, and of the Forsaken, Nightwing’s had favourite priests before, of course he has.

Red In The Blue: If fucking into Dick ‘Pretty Boy’ Grayson were an Olympic sport, then Jason would be a gold medal winner, if he does say so himself; he’s damn good at it.

Eyes Like Frozen Planets: Dick’s breath mists in the air before him as he watches the ice creep across the large windows of the Belfry.

And I Don't Know What's Got Its Teeth In Me: March, 1884: Jason wakes to a stinging ache in his neck, and the numb cold radiating up from the floor he’s sitting on.

So Let's Get Swallowed Whole: After Jason had taken a nasty shot to the flank with an explosive bullet that had miraculously managed to not explode, Dick had somehow convinced Jason to move in with him to recover.

Flood Me Like Atlantic: It’s a lovely, warm spring night, with the moon hanging full in the sky.

The first thing I really notice is that I tend to set up the POV character within the first sentence. The second is that I try to set up the atmosphere or the setting of the piece too. I also try to hook the reader's attention with just that first line. Sometimes it's more effective than others, lol

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!

[meridien-moonquills]

Year 5. The Halloween Balls

With sonora spells, Mr. Moon's announcement about the upcoming Halloween ball echoed throughout the castle, much to Sebastian's annoyance. He found Peeves' annoying jokes to be more enjoyable than hearing Mr. Moon's voice repeated over and over again.

“All the students were required to gather in their respective common rooms at 5pm and depart for the Great Hall together by 5:15pm sharp. Tardiness was not tolerated and appropriate attire was expected.”

Sebastian and Ominis, however, were too preoccupied playing with their new puppy, Grimmond, who had just arrived that morning. They hadn't seen Vianka, but assumed she was getting ready with the other girls for the ball.

“Grimmond, here come to Uncle Sebastian”, he called out to the playful pup, who happily wagged his tail at the sound of his name. Sebastian had already given him treats five times in just two hours.

“Grimmond boy, come here to Papa”, He devoured the treats in record time, eager to retrieve the squeaky toys from Ominis. The energetic puppy let out excited woofs and eagerly snuggled up to him, knowing he would always have an unlimited supply of treats and toys. His fur was soft and fluffy, begging to be petted.

Vianka was feeling frustrated; her mother's instructions to apply various cosmetics and accessories were not as simple as they seemed. She was too embarrassed to ask for help from the other girls, since society believed that at her age, she should already know how to groom and beautify herself. If only she could attend the ball with just a tuxedo and tie, like how easily Sebastian changed his outfit. She hid under the viaduct entrance, seeking advice from Ravenclaw's ghost - a friend she had made a month ago.

The ghost-whose-name-was-hidden-due-to-her-principle,

was a composed woman with long hair and pearl-like skin.

She was taciturn, but when she did, her words were like treasure, for she was a wise philosopher, as most students of Ravenclaw are. Though she was transparent (being a ghost and all), Vianka could still see the trace of her past life on her healthy skin. Therefore, Vianka concluded that she was the perfect ghost to be consulted for beauty advice.

Vianka had given her the nickname "Miss with the Calming Aura." The ghost of Ravenclaw led her to a hidden water spring located just behind the Quidditch pitch. "Soak yourself here, wash your face and hair, hold your breath, and let your true beauty shine from within," she said.

The instructions were simple yet crucial. As she submerged herself in the frigid water, it felt like a thousand needles piercing her skin, sending electrifying waves of pain through her body. She fought to stay upright, gritting her teeth as she counted down the minutes, praying she could hold on for just 15 more minutes.

Frantically gasping for air, she endures the stinging cold and runs a comb through her waist-length hair. With each stroke, knots of tangled hair painfully snap and tear, but she perseveres until most of it cascades down her back in soft waves. In a moment of shock, she discovers that her once unruly mane has transformed into sleek, silken strands that radiate an intense shade of obsidian. The rich color shines like a beacon in the dim light, accentuating her alluring scent that lingers in the air - a blend of crisp apples and ripe English pears.

Afterwards, she slipped into an ensemble that embodied her father's ancestry - a breathtaking broken white hanfu crafted from delicate silk. The form-fitting top accentuated her petite yet curvy frame, while the billowing bottom gracefully cascaded around her ankles with each stride. She smoothed down the fabric, revealing her alluring collarbone and gently touching the locket given to her by Ominis on their last encounter. She reassured herself that it was still securely in place.

Vianka drapes a sheer pastel shawl over her delicate shoulders, the light fabric billowing and catching in the wind. A silver sash adorned with intricate bird embroidery cinches her waist, accentuating her slim figure. She applies a light makeup, dabbing white face powder, brushing eyelashes, then opting for a bold red lip stain that contrasts with her otherwise neutral look. Her hair is adorned with a precious jade hairpin, passed down through generations, adding a touch of tradition and symbolism to her appearance. In this moment, she is unrecognizable at just a glance, transformed into an ethereal beauty radiating power and grace. She ended the ritual with praying, “my ancestor, bless me tonight” and she thanked the ghost lady.

She snuck a glance at the clock and realized she was behind schedule, so she hurried towards the great hall where the event was being held. Despite Vianka was already too far, she could hear the ghost last saying that night“Too many words spill out like vomit, overwhelming and suffocating the true essence of beauty. Silence is often more powerful than a barrage of thoughtless words. You can only say one word tonight, choose wisely”

***

Sebastian anxiously checked the time, it was already 5:05 pm. He searched high and low for Vianka, using his connections and fans to track her down, but she was nowhere to be found. "She must have run away!" Ominis panicked. "She was so hopeless with makeup and getting dressed up." Imelda, who was wearing a vibrant, billowing skirt, chimed in, "I haven't seen her either. She's not coming with us girls." Violet added, "I'm not sure, Ominis. The last time I saw her, she was running off with her bag, saying she had to meet her Ravenclaw friend." Ominis' heart sank. He blamed himself for forgetting to ask Vianka to come with him, assuming she would just automatically join him or Sebastian at the ball. He never thought she would choose Amit over them. It must be because he was so nice to her and they bonded over Goobledegook and Astronomy talks.

Sebastian, “Grimmond, here sniff my princess Vianka handkerchief, can you help us find her?”, Grimmond signaled that Vianka was not in the Slytherin Common Room and ordered them to go outside.

The group of Slytherins made their way through the hall, with Sebastian leading the pack and Grimmond walking by his side. Ominis trailed behind, feeling hopeless and out of place. "Hey, don't stress," Sebastian reassured him. "There's no way Vianka would choose Amit over us. And even if they are dating, it won't last long. My queen can't resist my charm." Sebastian winked with his overconfidence. Ominis deadpanned, "Thanks for trying to make me feel better, Sebastian."

***

Dancing in The Great Hall

The Slytherin crowd was the last to arrive at the Great Hall, where the other houses were already gathered, jeering and cheering. The once dark and solemn Great Hall was now glowing with warm, golden light. The walls were adorned with shimmering decorations and drapes of colored fabric, transforming the space into a breathtaking dance venue. The ornate chandeliers twinkled from the ceiling, reflecting off the smooth marble floors below. A stage stood at one end, with a full orchestra and grand piano set up, ready to serenade the dancing couples.

Sebastian, Ominis, and Grimmon had been searching for any sign of Vianka, asking friends from different houses, but she was still missing. At this point, Ominis suggested that Sebastian sneak out to look for her outside. However, Sebastian was preoccupied with charming the girls who fawned over him, even introducing Grimmond as his godson. Violet shyly pet the young boy and exclaimed, "Aww, such a cute puppy."

A sudden commotion was caused by Garreth Weasley, dressed in a tattered robe that did nothing to diminish his charm. He was out of breath and his face and ears were flushed red as he cried out, "I'm amazed!" He paused to catch his breath before continuing, "I've never seen anything like it in my life - she was nodding and smiling at me!" Ominis, curious about the cause of the commotion, asked his companion Lucan, who also had rosy cheeks. "What happened?" Lucan blushed even more as he answered, "We encountered a fairy over there," pointing towards the edge of the hall where they were hidden behind an armored knight statue. "And it was as if Garreth was possessed - he knelt down and started asking the fairy something."

Garreth was about to regain his awareness, but just then, Duncan came up and exclaimed with tears in his eyes, "my eyes were dazzled, my heart felt like it would burst." Then, within seconds, he fainted. Even Poppy confessed, "Why did my heart race when I saw her? She's like a fairy or a star tonight...She smiled at me so kindly. I have to get her autograph."

Ominis couldn't resist checking the source of the commotion. A Hufflepuff muttered, "She just shook her head and said nothing." A serious Ravenclaw added, "She possessed wisdom from our house, rejecting you with a simple closing of her eyes and a hint of a smile." Cressida Blume from Gryffindor exclaimed, "I envy her perfect, porcelain skin that radiates and her calming scent that touched my heart." Her friend chimed in, "She's like a doll; thank Merlin she's not a student, or else she'd have all the boys' attention."

At last, he discovered the fairy. The tales and accounts Ominis heard on his journey did not do justice to the being in front of him. She was the most breathtaking creature he had ever encountered, and Ominis couldn't help but feel drawn to her even though he knew it was wrong. He tightened his grip on his wand, wishing it could give him more insight into this mysterious creature. This was the first time his blindness made him feel helpless instead of powerful.

Ominis was completely lost, unaware of Sebastian's presence beside him. Grimmond eagerly barked at the fairy. With a grin on his face, Sebastian awed "Merlin, what a sight! Her skin as white as porcelain, her long hair black as obsidian and as shiny as silk. She wore a mostly white dress with a soft pastel green shawl draped over her curvy body. Her collarbones were alluring and her scent was irresistible; I fell in love with her instantly. Ominis, I believe I have found my true love...I must propose to her before anyone else does." But before Sebastian could react or respond, Grimmond had already pulled him along and ran towards the fairy, escaping from Sebastian' grasp.

The fairy knelt down to pet Grimmond, and suddenly all eyes were filled with jealousy towards the little puppy. "Well played, Sebastian, you truly are a master strategist," a Griffindor boy remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

As Sebastian approached, the girl's face lit up with a smile and she reached out her hands to him. "Hello," he said, returning the gesture. "I'm Sebastian Sallow." But instead of reciprocating his introduction, the girl's expression turned serious and she pulled out a small parchment and a quill from her robe. She quickly wrote something down and showed it to him: "WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN? I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU AND OMINIS EVERYWHERE." Sebastian was taken aback and studied the girl's features more closely. He couldn't shake the feeling that they had met before. Perhaps she was his wife in a past life? The fairy wrote again and showed him: "DON'T BE RIDICULOUS! THIS IS ME! THE STORY IS LONG, BUT I CAN ONLY SPEAK ONE WORD TONIGHT! NOW PLEASE HELP ME GET OUT OF HERE."

Before Sebastian could comprehend the situation, the fairy showed her desperate yet undeniably beautiful face. As she tilted her head, she thinks she found her treasure. She whispered in a calming voice, "Ominis...", she reached out to hold his hand with happiness.

In that moment, he questions his sanity as her grip tightens and he realizes he may violate his moral standard.

Chaos erupted as they all cheered and made a racket. "Out of all the charming boys here, she chooses the blind one!" Duncan woke up and insulted him, "Shut your mouth, Hobbshouse! He's the Heir of Slytherin, you know." Imelda defended her housemate, "Hey Ominis, how much have you suffered in this life to earn such good karma?" Amit, who used to be wise and composed, was now shouting at him with jealousy. Garreth couldn't accept his defeat and threatened to tell Vianka. The mention of Vianka's name made Ominis feel uneasy. However, the more he tried to distance himself from this fairy, the more she seemed to cling on to him.

The fairy enchanted Ominis and led him onto the dance floor. She placed his hands around her waist and prepared to dance with him.

Sebastian finally caught on to what was happening; Grimmond had already grabbed his sash and pulled him onto the dance floor as well, following after them.

Ominis struggles to regulate his breathing as the fairy is so close, he can hear her every breath. "Um, Miss..." he begins to say, but then he catches a familiar scent: a combination of apple and English pear. The fairy gazes intently into his clouded eyes and speaks his name, her voice a seductive whisper that echoes through his veins like a siren's call. "Ominis..." The sound electrifies his body, sending shivers down his spine, awaking him and causing his muscles to tense in response.

As she notices his confusion about her appearance, she gently takes his hands and places them on her jawlines, cheeks, and chin in hopes of triggering a memory. After a brief moment, Ominis realizes, "Vianka, is that you?" She nods and a sense of relief floods over Ominis. He pulls her into a tight embrace, closing the distance between them.

They dance all night long.

[allwaswell16]

—Fics by allwaswell16—

[ Drabbles ]

Attention [T, 666 words, Halloween, fic post]

When Louis is sent to buy more candy for the Halloween party, he finds the perfect costume, one that's sure to get under his nemesis' skin.

Spring Break [NR, 500 words, vacation, fic post]

Harry runs into a familiar face while on spring break. (His face isn't the only part of him that he notices.)

Today's the Day (series) [G, 300 words, winter, fic post]

Part One: Polar [G, 100 words] Harry pines for the beautiful boy he sees in the coffee shop. Part Two: Radiator [G, 100 words] Harry meets the beautiful boy in the coffee shop he has been pining over. Part Three: Melt [G, 100 words] Harry talks to the boy in the coffee shop he has been pining over.

And Follow The Sun [G, 100 words, uni, fic post]

Harry pines for the boy who sits across the classroom from him.

Maybe I've Been California Dreaming [G, 100 words, beach, fic post]

Retired football star Louis Tomlinson finds having a beach as his backyard has one very handsome perk.

Falling Back [T, 100 words, soulmates, fic post]

Louis is late and runs into the last person he wants to see--his soulmate.