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Moonlight N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: After being injected with a serum, R have a unique allergy that prevents her from going out at night

Natasha POV It was early morning when Fury brought in the new recruit. All training was postponed when we received the announcement. Fury told us she managed to escape Hydra during an airstrike and chaos but unfortunately, while escaping, she breathed in the vapour from the destroyed laboratory chemicals and ended up gaining power. While her power was not as strong as they intended it to be, she still suffers from the side effects of it. She was so close to escaping as a human being with some trauma from the kidnapping but now she has to suffer through the side effects as well.

"Right, everyone's here." Fury said when he walked in with the new recruit. She stood slightly behind Maria as she got introduced. "This is Y/N Y/L/N, she'll be starting in the lowest rank and hopefully become a full fledged member before dying."

"Nice meeting all of you." Y/N finally said when Fury and Maria left.

"Likewise. We only got your name and a little bit of yourself from Fury. Mind telling us about your abilities?" Steve asked. Everyone was equally curious about what she has in store for us.

She nodded before saying. "My power involves shadow manipulation." But obviously none of us got what she meant and tilted our head slightly.

"For example." She looked around before turning off one of the lights. "Try moving your legs." She nodded towards Steve.

I saw Steve trying to move his legs. He tried his hardest but he was only able to twist his torso and bend his knees. "I- I can't"

"That's because I used your shadow and got a hold of your legs." She explained. "But if it gets too bright then I wouldn't be able to use my power since no shadow would be formed."

"Nice of you to join us." Steve said and told her where her room would be located. After a rough tour, we went for the training that we we're supposed to attend.

Your POV Steve told us I was going to fight with all of them so everyone can get a feel of how I fight and so do I. In the end, I got posted with Sam as my buddy since my fighting style is more of assisting rather than aggressive. Especially since my hands are out of commission when I use my power. Steve, Thor and Natasha were the toughest to defeat, not only because they were better at hand to hand combat but when I did manage to strike a punch, my fist hurts like hell.

Apart from that, I also like knife throwing. It's just something satisfying that I am able to throw something with a strong enough force to kill someone.

"Y/N, the team is heading out for dinner, do you want to join us?" Steve asked after everyone had rested from the training session.

"I'll just stay behind, I'll order pizza or something." I declined his offer.

"Steve, you don't have to be so serious when asking someone to join the team event. But seriously, you don't want to join us? The whole team is going. If it's about cash, you don't have to worry about that. I got it covered." Tony said, pulling Steve slightly behind to speak.

"Thank you, but I'm really okay staying behind."

A couple weeks passed and things were going really well. It's similar to school if you think about it. The main bulk of 'studying' would be training and learning about how to improve my power, I do that with Wanda and Vision occasionally accompanying her. After that's done, I'm free to go anywhere or join the others. But I'm usually at my computer playing games.

Natasha has been coming to observe my sessions with Sam. She usually makes snarky remarks with Sam while I enjoy their bantering.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Y/N?" Natasha said when my training with Sam ended. I nodded and walked towards her. Before I was able to take my water bottle, she had already unscrew the cap and passed it to me. I mumbled a small thanks before asking her what she wanted to talk about.

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you wanted to go have some dinner with me."

"Dinner?" I asked. She nodded her head in confirmation.

"Can we maybe have breakfast or lunch? I'm free tomorrow if you are." I didn't want to go for dinner but I feel bad if I just declined her straight away.

"S-sure. You're busy around dinner time?"

"Not really, I'm not a fan of going out at night."

"I'll see you for lunch, is that okay?" She questioned and I gave her the green light. After Natasha left the training room, I threw some knives to cool down from the fight I had with Sam before picking them out and heading to my room for a shower.

Natasha POV I finally plucked up my courage after consulting with Maria and she swerved out of it. But at least we get to have lunch together tomorrow. Why is it so hard to ask her out for dinner? Oh well, it gives me more time to prepare myself.

"So, how did it go?" Maria asked as she sat on the edge of my bed and waited for my answer. I only shook my head and sighed.

"She declined dinner but asked for lunch instead. I wasn't sure if she understood my intention." I flopped face first onto my bed. It went way different compared to what I imagined in my head.

"You still got yourself something in the end. If you're not sure if she understood your mind, just tell her before going. That way you'll have a nicer time during lunch if she agrees." Maria stated as she stood by the door ready to leave.

"But what if she rejects? It's going to be so awkward." I sat up properly and looked at Maria before she left.

"Then just don't go at all!" I should definitely get a second opinion, I'm not too sure the one I went for gave me good advice or a cookie cutter solution.

I didn't really sleep that night. I had a couple hours enough to function but I kept thinking about if I should tell Y/N how I feel about her before or after the meal. I didn't even notice that I was still laying in bed until Wanda came and asked me if I was going down for breakfast.

Y/N was already there eating her breakfast and gave me a small nod when I entered.

"Where should I wait for you for lunch later?" Y/N asked when the majority of the team left after eating.

"U-uh, I'll knock on your door."

"Someone got herself a date!" Wanda squealed since she was on dish duty today. I quickly shushed her and checked if Y/N was nearby to hear her.

"She doesn't seem to know it." I said dejectedly.

"Then it's your job to tell her." I groaned when I received the same advice as Maria gave me yesterday.

"I know, I got it. I still have a few hours so stop pestering me." I was already very nervous going into this and people rushing me is not helping. I've never done this before so all this is very foreign to me.

I went through in my head what I wanted to say to her but none of them seem right. I kept changing a few words here and there but it keeps getting worse. I didn't want to scare her off or make things awkward between us but it's so hard to strike a balance.

Time passed faster than I think it normally did and I found myself taking a few deep breaths before getting myself ready to knock on her door.

"Y/N?" I psyched myself into knocking and dealing with the consequences later.

"Give me a sec!" She shouted before opening the door. "Hi."

"Hey, you look great." I greeted. She was wearing the standard denim jeans and white tee but man was she looking gorgeous.

"Thanks, you too." I stood at her door and we stared at each other at her door, none of us made a move to do anything until Y/N cleared her throat.

"Uhh.." I scratched my head. "I just want to say that I was asking you out on a date if you don't mind. Or if not, we can just have a regular lunch. Or if you're really not feeling it, we can cancel this whole thing-"

I was cut off with Y/N stepping forward and holding my hand. I stepped aside so she was able to come out of her room. "I don't mind. Do you have anywhere you planned to go?"

"Uhh, I was planning to bring us to the cafe nearby, I heard it has good reviews. But if you'd rather go somewhere we can." I started rambling again.

"No it's alright. I like trying new things." She smiled and started dragging me to the elevator. She asked if we were walking or taking my car before pressing the button on the elevator for the garage.

Towards the end of the lunch date, I felt so relieved. I never thought it would go so well. It really shocked me when Y/N took my hand like it was the easiest thing to do. The lunch is going great so far and she was really kind with the waitress. We talked a lot about her life before she got kidnapped by Hydra and it seems like she's quite an active person with a good amount of friends. It begs the question, she was always declining invites from the team to head out for dinner so I thought she was uncomfortable eating outside but this proved me wrong.

"This may seem like a weird question but why do you always decide to stay in the compound when there's team dinner?" I watched as her expression turned solemn and placed down her fork and knew this was a sensitive topic for her. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I quickly added.

She sighed and gave a small smile. "It's nothing really. Ever since I got the power, I kinda get allergic to the moonlight. Once the moon is out, it gets harder to breathe and I start to black out."

"I see. What a shame, the night view can be really fascinating." I called for the bill to be paid.

"Yeah, but it's an okay price to pay to stay alive."

We walked out of the café and were ready to go back to the compound when I saw the excited look on Y/n's face. "Do you want to go anywhere else? I'm free for the whole day."

"Can we go to the arcade? I haven't been there for a long time!" She asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we can go anywhere you want today." I looked at her like she's the best thing that happened to me because she is. She makes me look forward to each new day.

Your POV Things were going great with Natasha. She was understanding about the hindrance of not being able to go out at night and made it up with spending the time outside in the morning or afternoon and just relaxing in the compound at night.

After a few dates with Natasha, she asked me to be my girlfriend and I said yes.

The team figured out about our relationship when they started realising that we started heading out more together, as compared to the usual preference of staying in the compound.

I tried introducing Natasha into joining me playing Call of Duty during our nights in and we can go up to 3 hours or more playing on the console. Sometimes I would be playing while Natasha was working on her reports.

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The dates I have been on with Natasha have been great. After learning about my interest in arcades, she made it her mission to bring me to different arcades around and find those that have unique games.

There was one machine that was really fascinating. It has cuffs that wrap around your wrists and ankles so it was able to detect movement and transfer it to the game. Most people use their all when playing but the trick was to use minimal movement because speed was not incorporated in the game. It's the same as playing on the console. Pressing it hard isn't going to make your player hit harder.

It was actually Maria who found the arcade and told Nat to bring me there. So that's where we are now. Maria decided to join us on this trip but told us she'll leave us alone for the date, she was just here to release some pent up energy at some racing game.

Someone was using the machine and we waited for our turn. It was a player vs player game so Nat took the other seat when it was our turn. Of course, Nat won the first match and I grumbled because she was good at everything. She always masters things really easily. We left the seat to queue again since there was a line waiting.

While waiting, Nat went to get us some drinks and snacks from the counter. Each round lasted about 7 minutes so there was still some time before it was our turn again.

Finally after waiting, we were finally the next people in line.

"Get out of the way. This is my spot." Someone pushed me aside and took the seat that I was going to sit on, causing the drinks on my hand to spill on the floor.

People around started murmuring, recognising the guy that was obnoxious. "Isn't that Lucas?" // "He's the number one on the game."

Without caring about the commotion, he swiped his card and started the game choosing the character he was famous for. Nat noticed I was standing instead of playing against her and stood up to check things out.

"Hey! It's not your turn. So why don't you queue up like the rest over there?" Nat dragged the guy out of his seat and dropped him to the floor.

He chuckled and stood up. "I don't think you get it. That seat over there is mine." Hearing this, Nat drew a punch and hit him in his jaw.

"And real life is mine." Nat glared at him until I pulled her away as we were gathering quite a crowd. I didn't want to cause trouble that I can avoid. I saw Maria standing amongst the crowd and plead for her to come and persuade Nat to get out of here. She didn't want to leave without putting him in his place and gave him one last kick in his shin before leaving.

"Why did you pull me out? He's a dick for doing that to you." Nat huffed when we dragged her out of the arcade.

"I know. It's okay. We can come another time when he's not here." I tried calming Nat down. "Come on, let's eat. I'm hungry. Maria, you coming?" She nodded and we proceeded to some ramen shop for lunch.

Third POV After lunch, it was time to head back and they walked towards Nat's car feeling very satisfied about the food. It even managed to stop Nat from rambling about how much he hated that guy from earlier and even suggested that Tony should buy over the game and ban him from playing ever.

"Why can't I sit in front?" Maria complained as we reached Nat's car.

"Because you're not my girlfriend. It's as simple as that." Nat said as she unlocked the car.

"Agent Romanoff?" They heard a female voice and footsteps approaching, causing them to turn their heads and see that Dorothy was waving at them.

"Heading back to the compound?" She asked.

"Yeah that's right."

"That's great! Can you give me a ride? I need to head to SHIELD."

Nat looked unsure as she knows that Dorothy has a crush on her and she didn't want to make Y/N uncomfortable. "I don't know about that. I need to send Y/N and Maria back to the compound." She politely declined.

From the back, Maria could see the same face Y/N made when she was at the arcade. The face of being wronged and as if her jaw lost its muscle as she was unable to keep her smile up. "Nat, it's alright. We can give her a ride." Maria stepped forward and placed a hand on Dorothy's shoulder.

"Thanks. I like to sit in the front so I don't get carsick." Without a care in the world, she pushed Y/N out of the way and got in the passenger seat happily going to buckle herself in until a hand reached forward to help her.

"What a coincidence, I love to sit in front too." Maria smirked at her as she buckled her in. Dorothy turned and looked at the back to see Natasha holding Y/N all cozy in the back. Nat gave her a cocky smile and said.

"I hope you don't get carsick. Or you'll see the bill getting deducted from your pay."

After Maria dropped Nat and Y/N at the compound, Dorothy miraculously decided that she had somewhere else to be at and left as soon as the car was parked in the garage.

"Thanks Maria." Y/N said as soon as the back of the lady was gone.

"It's not a problem Y/N. She needs to learn her place."

"Y/N." Nat held her hand and took her attention. "I have a surprise for you but I need to set it up in your room." She softly explained.

"Do you mind if you stay in my room until it's done? I've already moved the console to mine so you can hang there until I'm done?"

Y/N chuckled and nodded her head. "How long do you think you're going to take?" She whined when Nat dropped her off at her room.

"Two hours tops. But to see the actual surprise is still going to be a long time."

"Kiss." Y/N pucked her lips and requested for having to be alone for such a long time. Nat cupped her cheeks and compiled giving her a kiss until oxygen became a problem.

"I'll try to be quick."

With that, Nat retreated into Y/N's room and locked the door making sure no one could enter.

Y/N on the other hand, quickly grew bored of playing COD while waiting for the surprise to be revealed. She had played a few rounds of warzone but she couldn't concentrate as she kept thinking about what Nat was doing that would require her to take this long in her room.

Finally giving up on waiting, she went knocking on her door asking if Natasha was nearly finished. She was done with what she needed to do but she told Y/N could wait by the door as she was almost done. She just needed to do a bit of tinkering and adjusting to make everything right.

When Nat was done, she went to open the door not knowing Y/N was placing her forehead on the door. Y/N fell forward not expecting the sudden movement and failed to balance herself.

"Woah." Nat caught her before she fell face first to the floor.

"S-sorry." She steadied herself as Nat put her on her feet.

"It's alright. I like that you're falling for me." She teased. "Right. The surprise is ready but we have to wait until it's night to show you." She pulled Y/N to her bed and cuddled together while watching a movie to pass time.

"What did you do to my room?" Y/N looked around but was unable to see anything amiss. Nat had her lips sealed and refused to give anything away.

"Just be patient sweetheart."

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Finally, after some nap and dinner, Nat was ready to reveal what she had done. Y/N sat on her bed as instructed and looked at Nat as she began connecting something to the projector. The curtain in her room was shut to prevent the moonlight from shining in.

"Okay, got it." Nat said and took a remote Y/N has never seen before. "I enlisted the help of Tony and Peter for this." She pressed a button on the remote and the projector displayed something against the curtain causing the lady to turn away and close her eyes.

"Hey hey, it's okay. It's not real, it's not going to do any harm to you. You can open your eyes." Nat reassured her girlfriend. Slowly, she peeled open her eyes and took in her surroundings. On the curtain, where the projector was shining was the scene of the night sky. The streets with the lights on and how the lights on the building showed the outline. Most importantly, she was able to see the moon hanging in the sky.

"Y/N..." The redhead was afraid that she did something wrong as she saw the tears streaming down on her face. Y/N lunged forward and tackled Nat into a hug.

"Thank you so much." Knowing that everything was alright, Nat ran her hand on Y/N's back to calm her down. "You have no idea who much this means to me."

"I'm not done yet." She revealed. Repositioning themselves so they were in a more comfortable position, Nat pressed another button to show another view. "This is the view from the top of the compound, earlier is the one right outside your window. Everything is happening in real time. I had Tony build it and Peter to install it on the wall of the compound."

"Nat... this is just perfect."

"Now you can enjoy the night view without any side effects."

#natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #blackwidow x reader #black widow #moonlight #my writing

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ouroboros-hideout · 24 days ago

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Heyllooooo!

16-30-36! Feel free to choose for whom of the two problematic children you've got the inspiration!!!

I am the most problematic of them bc I can't write anything short. But I hope you enjoy the wall of txt.

going to link the ask game to maybe find it again lmao

For Aon

# 36 total control

It was the customary ritual of accepting ‘strays’ (people who didn’t grow up in a clan but in a city or otherwise) that as soon as they agreed to travel with the clan, give away a small tribute to the leader. A trinket, an object of great value for that person. You give a part of yourself to the clan, so to speak

In general, anyone who was useful and contributed to the work and structure was appreciated. But it was only when you became ‘full-fledged again’ that you were really respected.

To gain that “status” the person had to defeat the clan leader Iron in a one-on-one fight to get the object of value, the part of yourself, back. This would prove that they were prepared to give everything for the family and the family would give everything for them.

[...]

The crowd groaned as Irons‘ fist hit Aons’ face with such force that she was thrown backwards, landed hard on the back of her head on the frozen ground and remained motionless in the dust.

Yakow went up from his seat on the crate immediately, a worried expression on his face, but Greg and the doc held him back as the fight would be over as soon someone else would interfere.

And then the counting began like a chorus. One, two, three, four. On and on, but Aon still lay on the ground, blood pouring from her nose and from the laceration on her cheek and the bridge of her nose that had been inflicted by her opponent's mechanical hands.

At 7, as if she was broad back to life she coughed up some of the blood that had run down her throat, opened her eyes and struggled halfway into a crawling position. Just enough so that the counting was replaced by loud clapping and cheering and the fight was apparently still on.

Yakov also took his seat again, still visibly tense and worried about what would happen next.

‘Come on little Petrova, I think that's enough. You were really good today. Let it go.’

How many times she had heard that fucking sentence already. And she was so sick of his self-satisfied tone.

Iron, a mountain of a man in size and strength, circled around her, trying to see if she would get up again or if he could go after some of his other tasks instead.

Aon pushed herself off the ground, watching small drops of blood fall from the tip of her nose and form a small puddle.

She really was almost at her limit. Already. After just a few minutes.

Anger welled up in her. Her metallic fingers dug into the frozen ground.

‘Let's give her another minute, shall we? Or two,’ the man mocked again, followed by laughter from the groups around the fighting ring.

She tried. She really tried to stay calm. To keep control. She had to win. She wanted to win so badly.

The laughter died down. Iron was still prancing around her like a cocky parrot. ‘Okay, I think that's enough. Get up now, little girl,' he said as he turned back to her, but the next word was cut off in his throat as Aon lunged at him, roaring like a wild animal and trying with all her remaining strength to get the man off his feet.

He staggered, the surprise clear on his face. It wasn't quite enough to bring him down. She would never hit a blow if he wasn't on the floor. She tried to wrap her leg around his to pull him down. She panted with the effort of somehow keeping the man's massive body moving. She would only have this one moment to use it to her advantage - and it worked.

She let her anger go, and tried to focus her movements on all the things Iron taught her in the many months of bone breaking training. He slipped, crashing to the ground with her, still caught off guard by the young woman's speed, but would recover in just a few moments.

It was now or never. She lashed out, the joints and connections of her gorilla arms clicking and hissing as her clenched fist came down on his head, delivering a crushing blow.

Iron growled in pain and rage and tried to push Aon off him, but she clung to him with her thighs. A second punch. She only had to hit him once more and then it was over.

She lunged again, but her arm was blocked by his vice-like grip. He looked at her with angry, glittering dark eyes, his gleaming metal teeth bared as blood oozed from between them.

Whatever. She couldn't let up now and instead swung out with her left to give him a second strike and finally prove she could take him on.

Just as her knuckles touched his cheek, the man grabbed her and threw her straight away from him in a high arc as if she were nothing more than a small child.

Aon groaned as she hit the cold frozen ground again, but rolled to the side, breathing heavily, half sitting up, watching her opponent rear up in front of her like an angry bear, rubbing his jaw with a pained face.

Silence surrounded her. No one dared to say anything or make a sound until their leader finally broke into laughter, grinning broadly and clapping his hands vigorously, at which point everyone joined in a howl of victory and cheered for Aon.

‘YAAA!’ shouted Iron, taking two big steps towards her, pulling her to her feet with ease so that she could proudly accept her family's congratulations on her victory.

For Vlad

# 16 In Dreams

The air was cold and filled with the dust that had collected in the abandoned factory over decades. The last rays of daylight filtered through the high windows of the workshop.

Vlad felt his cold fingers. Strange. He looked down at his hands. Real skin.

He rubbed his hands together and walked towards the chair next to the metal press. A very old model. It was still driven by a steering wheel instead of automatic hydraulics.

There was blood everywhere. He looked at the scene viscerally. Trying to understand the context, but it was pretty obvious what had happened here.

The last shreds of tape that had been used to tie someone up were still hanging from the backrest.

He turned round as he heard a metal door slam shut behind him and the rhythmic clanking of women's shoes.

‘Still standing cop? Respect. You're a tough one, huh?’

The woman's face looked familiar to him. But he couldn't place it. A typical gang member. Wild, long, slightly curly blond hair, the usual tattoos that former inmates wore all over her skin. Worn-out clothes. The only thing that didn't fit the picture was her perfect make-up. Especially the bright red lipstick. Something about it irritated Vlad. But he didn't know what.

When she came to a halt in front of him, hands elegantly on her hips with a disdainful look, she stared down at his chest with a laugh.

‘Tzz - Or maybe not.’

Vlad looked at her in confusion, followed her gaze and saw his shirt soaked with blood. Not long after, a sharp pain followed, forcing him to his knees with brutal strength - then he opened his eyes.

He was breathing heavily. It was dark around him. Stuffy. He closed his eyes again. Tried to calm down.

It was just a dream. Confused memories.

After a few moments, he wanted to throw aside the covers in his bed and get up. He wouldn't get another wink of sleep anyway after that episode.

But when he tried to reach for the fabric, he couldn't lift his arms properly. Something around him was constricting him. And it got tighter and tighter as he tried to free himself from it in a renewed panic.

He heard muffled voices around him, but couldn't understand anything. The soft beeping of medical equipment, suddenly he was grabbed roughly and landed on a hard surface.

A bright light finally blinded him as the zip of the body bag he was trapped in was undone and he jolted out of the nightmare.

He looked around, panting. His hands clung to the sheets of his bed. He was in his bedroom in Moscow.

With an exhausted sigh, he dropped back onto his pillow.

# 30 harsh whisper

The door to his parents' large city flat opened and Vlad was immediately greeted with his father's stern face. ‘I am glad you made it. After all.’

Oh… He’s still mad at us.

The young man had to restrain himself from sighing loudly but managed to pull himself together and pointed with the small box of his mother's favorite chocolate in the direction of the dining room, which was just behind his father at the end of the long, elegant hallway.

‘Can I come in?’ he replied in a calm voice.

The old Volkov took a step to the side to make room for his son, but immediately held him back with one hand by the front of his coat as soon as he tried to step past him.

‘I have no idea what was wrong with you last night. Or the last week in general. And I don't want to know about it anyway. But you can be sure that I won't tolerate such behavior here.’

You shouldn’t tolerate him.

Vlad eyed the man with a straight face and let the scolding pass, as he had always done it.

‘I'm sorry, father. I will be on my best manners.’

‘You should be. Your mother is finally feeling a little better today. Don't ruin the evening for her.’

Without another word, the door to the flat was closed, Vlad hung up his coat on the dresser and went into the dining room where his mother was already waiting for the two men and greeted him with a thin smile. She looked thin. Tired. He went to her, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek followed by a polite ‘Good evening, Mama’ and finally handed over the little present, taking the seat at the table towards her.

The first course of the dinner was served shortly afterwards and small talk accompanied the quiet clatter of cutlery on china until Vlad's mother finally approached him to ask if he had already familiarized himself with his new job at the Secret Police.

‘The tasks assigned to me are limited to research and office work at the moment. It's a small step backwards from what I was able to do at the KGB, but I'm sure I'll soon be able to prove myself in the field here too. I can't complain.’

‘Wonderful. You'll certainly get some rest... ’

‘You could already be in one of the top positions if you hadn't been so narrow-minded and listened to me straight away,’ she was interrupted harshly by her husband.

She huffed, looked at her son with a resigned expression and turned back to her plate.

‘I appreciate that you let me go my own way, father. I won't let you... ’

‘One of the best agents. And now you're being entrusted with paperwork because you're not yet ready for action due to your condition. For who knows how long.’

We could show him what we are capable of.

‘It wasn't his fault. Stop always spinning it as if it were otherwise,' his wife replied, knowing that she would start a discussion.

‘It was his fault for agreeing to work with amateurs.’

‘You're the one who did this to him. You should feel guilty and not punish him for it.’

We should show ‘em. Do it.

‘I gave him a chance. In the hope that he knows how to use it. But so far it doesn't seem to be the case -’

TAKE THE KNIFE AND CUT HIS THROAT ALREADY!

Vlad inhaled sharply, his cutlery fell clattering onto his plate and the dishes clinked as he slammed his fist onto the table. He grabbed his forehead with his right hand to counteract the piercing pain caused by the mechanical-sounding scream in his head.

His parents' voices fell silent immediately and they both stared at him in astonishment.

His mother reached out to him, but ultimately hesitated to touch his cybernetic hand to comfort him.

‘What's wrong, son?’ His father sounded less judgemental now, but actually concerned.

‘Please excuse me for a moment,’ Vlad said quickly, his face still a mask of pain, a ringing in his ears. He got up from the table, walked down the corridor to a small guest bathroom, locked the door behind him and leant against the sink.

The ice-cold water he splashed on his face and neck had a calming effect. He could feel the tension in his chest slowly easing. The white noise in his ears stopped.

Why do you let him treat you like shit? You could break that old man’s spine like a stick.

‘Shut up already!', Vlad growled to himself, raising his eyes to the mirror and staring at himself for a long moment, as if he no longer recognised his own features. Shortly after the words had left his mouth he realized the unsettling nature of the moment and began to laugh.

“I am loosing my fucking mind…” he again said to himself in a mixture of desperateness and amusement. It's been almost a year since his ‘accident’ and the many months of recovery afterwards. They told him it was a side effect of one of the many medications he was supposed to take to help his body adapt to the cyberware. But he hadn't taken them for weeks now. But the voice in his head remained. And it was getting louder and louder. And ever more insistent.

He dried his face with a towel and went back into the dining room.

‘Vladimir, is everything all right?’ his mother wanted to know immediately, even before he had taken his seat again.

The young man took a deep breath and put on a warm smile to meet his mother.

‘It's nothing. I had some friends over last night. We wanted to celebrate my joining in SovOil. I guess we got a little carried away and I suffer the consequences. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.’

She looked at him skeptically. ‘Are you sure about this? Isn't it because of that -’

‘Mama, let it go. I'm fine.’

He gave his father a quick sideways glance, who scrutinized him with narrow eyes.

Vlad held out his open hand to his mother as he sat back on the table, the one that had not yet been replaced by cyberware, and she hesitantly reached for his fingers, He immediately clasped her hand gently and continued to smile at her.

“A piece of metal in my chest won't change who I am. You don’t have to worry. “

#ask game #writing prompts #oc: aon #oc: firebird #my ocs

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chrisevansluv · 2 years ago

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In my opinion, this whole situation looks like something that was never supposed to be public info and has basically gone down hill since it came out. And because of that, I don’t think it’ll last very long, probably until February or it may even stretch into March at the most. I do think that Chris and Alba were hooking up on/off, but as time went on fans were getting suspicious of everything. The innocent, real-life Cap, ready to settle down Chris was beginning to be questioned and picked apart. Him seeing or hooking up with someone half his age, when it’s only assumed he wants someone with his shared life experience meaning someone around his age. So the narrative that needed to stick and was pushed is that he’s still the same guy, he’s actually in a serious relationship with someone, and that’s he’s finally found the one who he’s ready to share the type of life he’s been spewing about wanting for so long. But he nor his team were ready for the backlash or scrutiny that this whole thing brought. Getting called horrific names like groomer, pedo, and pervert was something that they’d never think they’d see. Fans taking off the shades and seeing him for who he really is. A grown man who has no problem liking or hooking up with younger women despite calling their same-age counterparts “kids”, and all of the babying and blindly defending him was done for next to nothing. Which sadly, has left a lot of his fans feeling manipulated and betrayed. Especially with some unfortunately getting blocked on social media. His words didn’t match his actions and it’s a hard pill to swallow. And I do see why some people believe he isn’t serious about her, or doesn’t take this whole “relationship” serious. Look at his most recent relationship. He was one of the reasons a marriage came to an end, and proudly with his chest out, went public with a relationship within the same time frame his new girlfriend was announcing her divorce. Openly took her to places with him like Sydney, his family went to her movie premiere, and she even blended in with his family while being at WDW twice. Look at Londongate of 2020. Although we all knew that was definitely a PR stunt and an image cleanup (mainly for Lily herself), his whole attitude and body language said that even though it’s fake he was actually into the moment. He was never stiff, he actually touched her back in a way that showed he was engaged with her, and even though both of their faces were covered they had a good laugh or two with the duty they were given. But with Alba things seem off. Throughout their “whole year” together, not a single person ever spotted this man with a new woman. When it’s finally announced they’re together and they do their first public walk, he looks overtly covered up (even though his clothes & signature cap gave him away), very stiff, and their touch doesn’t look like a genuine “we’re so happy, we can’t stop touching each other” way. He preferred to keep his hands at his side, in his pockets, balled into a fist, or hold his own belongings. This second go-round was not much better even though it was very shortly seen. While she is out in the open and deciding to just go face free despite wearing sunglasses, here he is again overtly covered up. Instead of a signature ball cap, he takes it a step further by where a full fledge bucket hat. One that covers his entire head and hair. He dons sunglasses and an entire mask that’s just seated right under the shades. You wouldn’t know that was him if it wasn’t for her showing off her infamous back tattoo. We can say he wore a mask for work, but why didn’t his best friend and assistant whose also there in the this second walk wear one to? He works with Chris on set day in and day out, if the case was to protect himself from catching anything then his friend would be wearing one too. Alba not so much, but definitely those two. Both sides of the spectrum have opinions on this matter, and it’s better to respect it than fight about whose right and whose wrong.

#cevansluv #anon

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literaphobe · 3 years ago

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Realistically, who'd win in a fight between the feral boys?

u know what? i’ll give u one more. i’m gonna go through each feral boy dynamic and determine who i think would win and lose in each face off. bear in mind that i might change my mind about this on any other day so take it w a pinch of salt:

Dream vs George: tie. george would do some dumb move or talk/react in a crazy way that’ll make dream laugh and go ‘ur making me laugh that’s not even fair 🤣’ he’ll like somehow twist it into claiming george is cheating because he did some dumb underhand move or found a ticklish spot n call the whole fight off saying he’d have won anyway unless george fouled like the filthy cheater he is n then george would probably b like ok fine then let me hit u once just to see if it would hurt and dream would let him and anyone watching it would find it incredibly bizarre but that’s just how they are

Sapnap vs George: im sorry but he’s drop kicking george the second he walks through the door either that or he hugs him and cries for a solid hour. they’ll end up hanging out for hours even after fighting tho n i think george would prob be the one to convince dream to get their home gym set up so he could have one more outlet to amuse himself with. he’d watch the Buff Sapnap arc unfold as he plays w a gym bouncy ball and tells sapnap he isn’t bench pressing enough weight n needs to double the load. anyway sapnap would crush him easy. he’s been loading up on protein n greens this entire time n playing basketball n going ollie on his skateboard. george had a grape the other day and thought it was gonna make him buff and his source of protein is mcdonald’s nuggets. he also struggles to open windows in cable cars. most importantly, he has NOT to my knowledge, went ollie on a skateboard. sapnap wins hands down

Quackity vs George: trickier than you might think actually. because funnily enough quackity is one of the biggest victims of the GeorgeNotFound™ effect. yes i think quackity if pushed past his breaking point could absolutely pummel the shit out of george but george has a mouth as much as quackity has fists and sometimes all he needs to say is ‘Are You Done Now?’ or ‘I’m Leaving, If You Don’t Stop/Give Me What I Want Right Now I’m Actually Leaving’ and then it becomes a REAL toss up. victor of this fight changes depending on the day

Karl vs George: hm. george wins. no. karl wins. no. they both lose

Dream vs Sapnap: sapnap talks a big game of how he could take any of these dudes he could kick anyone’s ass he’s so strong he’s gonna rip em all apart but—he can’t wake dream up for an among us game? :/ he’s too scared to go into dream’s room? :/ he HIMSELF thinks dream could kick his ass? sorry sapnap if u don’t believe in urself n think height is everything n whatever aura dream has is everything then what can i do 😔 guess dream wins this one

Quackity vs Sapnap: huh. would it be weird to say that i think they are evenly matched based on what i know of them? like they’re equally physically intimidating as they are physically not intimidating. they would both talk SO much smack tho. so much that they might not actually fight. idk. quackity’s like boxed right? but also sapnap’s won that mr beast extreme tag thing. but also i literally do not know. not to give a cop out answer again but… t-tie? but in the sense where. they know it would be So evenly matched that if they actually fought for real they’d just both end up super injured w no clear winner

Karl vs Sapnap: karl paints his nails and that gives him super powers. he could probably knock sapnap out in one punch. PROVIDED he can find him. not only is sapnap a hide and seek champion he is clearly a full fledged skater boi now. he is so fast. he is zooming away on those wheelies as we speak. where will he go

Quackity vs Karl: i think karl would win but it’s an accident like. karl kicks a chair and it goes flying and quackity takes 10 damage. or karl falls over and crashes onto quackity. the whole fear of accidentally getting murdered by karl’s clumsiness/recklessness might throw quackity off enough for him to lose

Dream vs Karl: my mind is admittedly blanking at this one. i don’t know. i don’t think either of them would fight each other even if u forced them. i don’t think there is a Bone in either of their bodies that r willing to or care for antagonizing the other. they would probably hug n then like stage some half assed fight where it ends with them Winning Together or they take turns winning or dream ‘lets karl win’ and someone might point out that implies dream thinks He would win and then karl gets like jokingly passive aggressive about it

Quackity vs Dream: in some ways? fight of the century. absolute hoedown throwdown. this is the shortest person in the gc vs the tallest person we’re talking about. the two people who are Known for ‘fighting’ over the ‘love’ of ‘GeorgeNotFound’. buuuuuuut they also like each other a lot n want the other to like them a lot so much. buuuuuuut they also have a propensity for shit talking each other. i think dream might win but he might also cry from whatever psychic damage q inflicts but at the same time quackity might like pretend he threw on purpose n let dream win or he would use his loss as leverage over dream somehow and call him a very mean not good bully who bullies people physically over getting shoved slightly during the ‘fight’. OR dream makes one joke about how quackity is so short he has to bend over just to fight him or he purposely misses a punch and says he couldn’t reach because quackity’s too low and this causes q to see red meaning game over for dream

#ask #feral boys #mcyt #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #quackity #karl jacobs #dream smp #thanks so much for this ask i love asks like these #ik its so long sorry #i spent longer on this than i should have #askplus

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Uncle Clay AU: Bullying Outtakes

The bullying thing actually had several different options for how it could go.

It was always more or less the same; Ingo being bullied, Emmet getting into trouble for getting into fights defending him, the uncles finding out somehow.

But the how and even some of the details for the actual struggles the twins faced varied.

Was it just teasing and cruel jokes, or was it physical?

Was their teacher new and someone idealistic and didn’t notice the bullying, or was their teacher something out of a school horror story and directly contributing to it?

Did Clay or Drayden witness some of the bullying as a way to find out, or did the twins or someone else tell them?

These were all options I had, and while I’m happy with the one I went with, I’m sharing the other three possibilities below.

MASTERPOST

VERSION 1

There’s a class trip to a museum

-Drayden is there as a surprise lecturer for the kids

--It’s a surprise for all the kids. He didn't even tell the twins.

Emmet had been told he could only go if he didn’t get into any fights for a week.

-‘Conveniently’ Ingo got sick the week before the trip after hearing that

--[He may or may not have poisoned himself a little]

---[[He did, and he’s very grounded when Drayden and Clay figure it out]]

----[[[Emmet is also furious, since Ingo didn’t let him in on that plan]]]

While at the museum, Drayden is chatting with a couple of the employees in a semi-hedden nook, when he sees Ingo getting pushed around by some other kids, literally, while one of them roots through his backpack

-A group of four or five other kids have him literally cornered

Before Drayden can step in, though, Emmet races around a corner and shoulder checks one, shoves another, grabs Ingo’s backpack, and then stands in between Ingo and the bullies with his fists raised

“You really never learn, do you?” one of the bullies sneers before laughing and giving a ‘distressed’ shout of “MISS L!! EMMET’S DOING IT AGAIN!”

-As if on cue, one of the kids punches himself in the face hard enough to leave a mark, and a girl starts to cry

The boy’s teacher comes around the corner and gives a disappointed and weary sigh

-“You were doing so well last week Emmet, why are you acting up now?”

--She’s not a bad teacher, just inexperienced, this is her first class as a full-fledged teacher.

--On top of that, the bullies always act like the sweetest kids in front of any adults, and even other kids. Ingo and Emmet are their chosen targets, and are the only ones to see them for who they really are.

--So the stories on what happened are always a four or five against two, with the two being siblings who would obviously lie to protect each other.

---[[And also: New York School System 20 years ago.]]

Before she can say anything else, Drayden clears his throat and steps out from where he was somewhat hidden from view alongside the museum employees he’d been talking to

-All the kids freeze

--The bullies all go pale, and the girl instantly stops crying, as they realize they’re done for

The employees step forward and start to tell the teacher exactly what they saw

--Ingo and Emmet stare at Drayden in relief, before actually processing that he was there and go on identical face journeys of confusion and a bit of trepidation

---They knew he wouldn't be happy that they'd been hiding this

-The teacher is, naturally, horrified, and looks at the kids with something akin to betrayal

-The bullies are openly glaring/pouting at the museum employees

-By now some of the other kids and parent volunteers [including at least one of the bullies’ parents] hear the bullyès shout for the teacher and are present and hearing the reveal of the bullies’ true colors.

--Lots of kids are upset by this. Nobody likes discovering that people they considered a friend were actively being cruel to someone behind their back.

Meanwhile, Drayden decides to forgo respecting the twin’s decision to hide their relation to him for once, because making sure Ingo isn’t hurt is his priority

-Ingo and Emmet share a look and simultaneously decide that they’re done hiding that Uncle Drayden is their Uncle

--They’re old enough now that they can tell real friends from fake friends

---…Also they want to rub it in the bullies faces

----Ingo just straight up says something along the lines of "I told you it wasn't Emmet's fault Uncle Drayden!" pulling a face at Drayden "I said they started it!"

----"You did,” Drayden acknowledges, not entirely surprised that the twins decided to reveal their relation in this scenerio, “and I'm sorry for not listening when you said that, however 'They started it' is very different from 'they were bullying me and Emmet was defending me', Ingo. Have all of Emmet’s fights been situations like this?"

----The twins nod fervently and Drayden gives an exhausted sigh “I see.”

The bullies, as well as several of the other spectators, freeze when they hear Ingo say ‘Uncle Drayden’ and turn to see Gym Leader Drayden fussing over Ingo’s injuries like a parent while Emmet hovers over his shoulder

-Their teacher also didn’t know he was their legal guardian, though the principal of the school did. It was on their records

Naturally, the teacher apologises the the twins and Drayden profusely

Drayden still does his speech for the kids, with Ingo and Emmet as assistants, and then after the field trip ends takes them home straight from the museum and called Clay, who came over so they could sit the boys down and talk it all out

And all ended well.

-Until a week later when Emmet found out how Ingo had ‘gotten sick’ and told immediately told Drayden and Clay [to Ingo’s betrayal]

--And Ingo was grounded for a month

---For purposefully letting a Pokémon poison him. Repeatedly.

----Gee, I sure hope he never does that again. As an adult. In order to sleep or something.😉

These second two had some extra differences, primarily an added antagonist in the form of the twins having a Bad Teacher, detailed below for context:

On top of that, the twins’ primary teacher, Mrs. Beckham, was…not great

-She disliked the boys for some arbitrary reason

--Could be anything from ‘she hates twins for some reason’ to ‘one of them corrected her on something in from of the class’

---Maybe she just picks one student a year to be her scapegoat

---Just super petty, awful teacher

--She ignored the bullies, but not Emmet standing up for Ingo, which led to many phone calls home about him fighting

--She’d ‘lose’ their homework

--She’d let the other kids blame them for everything

---All in all, bad time for the Train Babies

Emmet and Ingo tried to tell Clay and Drayden in the beginning

-But sadly after getting a call from the school saying their kid got into a fight, most people don’t take “the teacher’s a liar!” as an explanation

--They stopped trying after the first few times, when it became obvious that their Uncles wouldn’t believe them

---Which hurt. A Lot.

Drayden and Clay knew something was up though, and it worried them

-Ingo had started to become quiet and withdrawn, sometimes not saying anything for days, and the spark in his eyes seemed to be going out

-Emmet was lashing out at school, was always angry at home,

-And on top of that, both of them had several """missing""" assignments

-This version would probably led to Ingo and Emmet having trust issues regarding adults

VERSION 2

Clay at the school in his normal outfit to give a talk to an older, like high school age, class about career options

He steps out at lunch to grab a bite and on his way, he spots Ingo sitting against a wall reading a book

-Then some kids come over, steal his book, and start harassing him

Before he can step in, though, there’s a blur of white jumping out the window and Emmet is shoving the other kids away from Ingo and handing his book back

-Emmet was in Lunchtime Detention, and Ingo was very purposefully sitting under a window to the classroom he was in

--Clay gets a sinking suspicion that they’ve been missing something obvious about the whole Fighting Issue

Then the lunch monitor, who he recognises at their teacher, Mrs. Beckham, shows up

-And scolds Emmet, which is somewhat understandable,

--But then she scolds Ingo? For causing a fight??

---That’s when he intervenes

----When Ingo and Emmet see him they freeze like deer in headlights

Mrs. Beckham doesn't recognize him as the twins’ uncle, just Gym Leader Clay

She tries to play it off, telling him [him!] that the boys [his boys!] are troublemakers, and that the other kids were just goofing around

-As if Ingo hadn’t literally been making himself small before the other kids came up to him, and hadn’t acted like he expected them to hit him!

--Ingo looks close to tears and Emmet is glaring at the ground with his hands clenched so tight that his knuckles are turning white

“Ingo, Emmet? Go get yer things.”

- “Sir! I don’t know who you think you are-”

--“I think I’m the man you told not two weeks ago that Emmet was attacking his classmates ‘fer no reason’, and didn’t tell that Ingo was being bullied.”

---Mrs. Beckham pales as she suddenly does recognize him

-“I mean it boys, I’m taking y’all home, git.”

--“Yes Uncle Clay.” “Yes Uncle Clay” *Emmet runs off, Ingo only walks a little away but Clay doesn’t notice because he’s death glaring Mrs. Beckham*

---A small crowd of had gathered as the kids saw Gym Leader Clay

----So several of Ingo and Emmet’s bullies just heard them call Gym Leader Clay ‘Uncle Clay’

Ingo and Emmet’s only friend, the child of the principal or something, recognizes that Clay is a Safe Adult who will protect Ingo and Emmet from Mrs. Beckham, and gleefully gives ALL the details she can remember

-Mrs. Beckham is pale as a sheet

-Clay is literally red and shaking with anger

“I am going to the office to check them out, and talk to the principal about this. Then I am taking my boys home. And you’d better believe that when Drayden gets back from that Dragon Tamer’s conference we’re pulling them out of this damned school.”

-Mrs. Beckham:”...Drayden?”

--“Yep, he’s their legal guardian. I’m just helping him raise them.”

---“You’re our uncle too.” Ingo says from behind him

----“I thought I said to go get your things?”

-----“Emmet’s getting them. He hides my stuff with his so the other kids don’t break it.”

------That is the last thing Clay needed to hear

Clay takes the boys out for ice cream and they talk

-“Why didn’t you boys tell us about this?”

-Ingo: “We did.”

-“Eh?”

--Ingo is very quiet, which Clay is now realising he should have seen as a bigger red flag than he did, and he can’t hear what Ingo just said

-“We did.”

-“Kiddo, I can’t hear ya, I need-”

-“We did!! I told you both she was lying! I told you the first whole bunch of times! You didn’t believe me!!”

More apologies are made, and then Clay takes the boys home

-On the way they stop to rent a movie that the boys had wanted to see in theatres, but not been allowed to because of Emmet’s “”fighting””

While the twins watch their movie, Clay collapses into a kitchen chair and buries his head in his hands for a while before phoning the centre Drayden’s conference is at

-Drayden’s answers the phone hoping it’s not something like “Emmet put a kid in the hospital.”

--He changes his mind. He would have rather “Emmet put a kid in the hospital.” to “Ingo’s been getting bullied, Emmet’s ‘fights’ were all him defending Ingo, and their teacher has been emotionally and verbally abusing them”

Drayden goes home early and the twins find out when he arrives that evening, yanks them into a bear hug, and apologises for not listening when they tried to tell them about their teacher.

VERSION 3

The Uncles have to go to a Gym Leaders meeting and drag the boys along

-Normally this would mean a Day Out, but the twins are grounded

--They’re going to sit in an office during the meeting and work on all the homework their teacher says is missing

The meeting is at Mistralton Gym and to their surprise their classmate Skyla is there

-They try to hide, but Skyla sees them and is very confused at first

--Skyla never bullied them, but she stared at them and wrote stuff down a lot, so they both thought she was planning something

---Which she was, but not how they thought

----Skyla was A Girl on A Mission, and had been planning to follow the boys home to give their Adults the notebook

At Lunch Skyla approaches them, and pulls a notebook out of her bag

-She went to visit her grandpa straight from school, and in her school bag was her Notebook

--She tells them point blank to his face that she’s their classmate and their teacher is bad, with all the authority a nine-year-old can command

---Then she hands him the notebook with “I heard her phone you once and she lied. Emmet isn’t fighting the other kids for no reason, only when they bully Ingo!”

----Clay: “What.”

The notebook is very detailed

-Every incident is dated and timed with things like “____ did this, and Mrs. Beckham yelled at Emmet for it even though he was across the room”, “____ stole Ingo’s homework and copied it so Mrs. Beckham gave Ingo a 0 Ingo for cheating off him” and “____ punched Ingo at lunch and stole his sandwich, so Emmet pushed him over and took it back. Then Mrs. Beckham yelled at Emmet for taking ___’s food and made him give him his lunch as a sorry.”

-There’s even a section in the back where she’s written down each homework assignment the class got, put a checkmark if she saw the boys hand it in, and marked whether or not the teacher graded it/gave it back.

“Mrs. Beckham is a liar!” Skyla insists furiously, and Clay and Drayden both practically see an echo of a tearful Ingo saying the same thing, several times

-Skyla used Tattletale! It’s Super Effective!

Meanwhile Ingo and Emmet stare at her in horror

-Mrs. Beckham has, at this point, convinced Ingo at least, that it’s his own fault

--The other kids wouldn’t bully Ingo if he’d stop being so disruptive [loud], distracting [weird], and rude [he’s not!]

---If Ingo weren’t getting bullied, Emmet wouldn’t be getting into fights

----If Emmet weren’t getting in fights, Uncle Drayden and Uncle Clay wouldn’t be so upset all the time

Clay and Drayen turn to look at the boys, and the moment the twins notice, Ingo runs off, panicked, and Emmet starts to cry

-The whole thing has been super stressful for both of the boys.

Drayden scoops the crying Emmet into a his arms and they go looking for Ingo

-Drayden doesn’t notice that he starts humming ‘When Truth and Ideals Clashed’, but he does, it’s instinct at his point to hum that song when he has an upset twin in his arms

--Emmet is 9, he has been in a super stressful situation for months, dealing with abuse at school and his Uncles being constantly disappointed with him at home, and was just crying heavily

---It’s been exhausting

----And now it’s finally revealed, he’s being hugged and hearing his uncle hum a song that’s always comforted him

-----By the time they find Ingo, Emmet is asleep in Drayden’s arms

Ingo crammed himself into a very tiny, dark place to hide

-Small enough for a child to get in, too small for either Drayden or Clay to reach him

--Like under a small stairwell or under a storage shelf

Once Drayden and Clay finally track him down, they have a hell of a time coaxing him out

-They start talking, trying to convince him they’re not angry that he was being bullied

--It’s hard to convince a child you’re not angry when you’re getting angrier the more they speak [just not angry at them]

---“I’ve been trying to be good, I swear! I stopped being loud, I stopped being weird. I don’t know what else I’m doing that makes them mad at me, but I’ll stop! Promise!”

---“I told Emmet to just leave them alone, so he’d stop getting in trouble. If I ignore them and he ignores them they’ll stop, right?”

---“It’s my fault. Mrs. Beckham was wrong about the steam engine and I said so and now she hates us.”

----The more Ingo talks from inside his hiding spot, the angrier Drayden and Clay get about the whole thing

--Finally Skyla finds them and climbs in with Ingo, and gently prods him out, where instantly he’s scooped into Clay’s arms.

---That’s when he realises they really aren’t mad at him and starts to cry himself.

----Drayden passes the still-asleep Emmet to Clay and grabs Ingo in a hug himself

Clay and Drayden leave the meeting early, citing Family Emergency, and take the physically and mentally exhausted twins back to their hotel room

-Step one is “the kids aren’t grounded anymore.” “Obviously not.”

-Step two is apologising to the boys for not listening when they said their teacher was lying, and for not intervening properly when they started to change the way they did.

--They should have looked closer

---They’re both kicking themselves that they let this happen

-Step three is they take the boys to Nimbasa City for the weekend as a start to making it up to them for what they’ve been through the past few months

-Step four is pull the boys out of school and press charges

The last two would have led to the boys transferring schools where they'd meet Elesa. Skyla would follow them to their new school in version 3, since Schuyler would have just found out that her teacher had been abusing two of her classmates and would tell her parents

#My ideas #uncle drayden #pokemon #pokemon ingo #pokemon Emmet #Uncle Clay AU #Pokemon Drayden #Pokemon Clay

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hopelesshunny · 4 years ago

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the love languages part i: gifts (f.w.)

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: fred doesn't like to admit that he gets jealous when it comes to his girlfriend, after a overhearing a conversation where the love of his life is the topic he goes shopping.

warnings: jealously, slight possessiveness, greasy comments from greasy guys, kissing, fred playfully slaps y/n's butt once.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this is the first instalment of my love language series, i'm hoping to update it over the next four mondays!! i'm starting a taglist for this series and for my future writings in general which you'll find here, i'm so excited to keep writing for this series and i'd love to hear what y'all think of it - my ask is always open and i can't wait to hear your opinions!!

*all photos are from pinterest*

series masterlist // part ii // part iii // part iv

Fred laid back on his bed, his hands clasped behind his head as he watched his girlfriend adjust her uniform in the mirror. Fred had known Y/N for years but she had become a Weasley family staple after she rescued a very stressed Ron in the library who was pouring over a potions essay that Hermoine had refused to help with. It wasn’t until they had convinced Y/N to spend the summer at the Burrow with them this past year that Fred had finally worked up the nerve to express his feelings for her, and now here she was flashing him that sunshine smile in his dorm room, his mirror, making her way over to kiss his lips.

“You’re staring Freddie.” She giggled, as she plopped down in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Can’t help it angel.” He replied, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. “You’re just too good to be all mine.”

“Well-” she started “I can assure you that I am, my love.” He chuckled as he placed another kiss to her lips. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lips on hers for a little longer than she probably should have. In all honesty, Y/N had been crushing on Fred for years, long before he had even known who she was. She had simply intended on observing him from afar, sneaking in quiet chuckles at the jokes he and George cracked in class, stealing quick glances at him across the Great Hall as he teased his siblings. But when she developed quite the unlikely friendship with his younger brother and they had invited her to their family home, Fred started to see her in a different light. Y/N had been at the Burrow for over a month when Fred finally realized that maybe the reason he always wanted to be close to her and that he laughed the hardest at her jokes wasn’t just because he wanted to be her friend, he wanted to be her boyfriend, he was in love with her.

She was everything he had ever wanted, the perfect girl for him, but her being perfect made her quite the center of attention. Fred would never admit that he was jealous but the stares she attracted as the pair walked down the hallways always got to him. However, she never noticed the way other people looked at her, probably because she was too busy staring at him, too focused on the feeling of his hand in hers.

“Freddie.” She whined, wriggling in his grasp. “I’ve got to get to the library and you’ve got practice.” She giggled as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.

“The library isn’t going anywhere and they won’t mind if I’m late.” He mumbled which earned a playful scoff from her.

“I have a feeling that your lateness will not be excused.” She replied as he groaned into her skin.

“Fine.” He spoke before placing a playful smack to her butt, signalling for her to move off of him so he could reluctantly get ready for quidditch practice.

“Don’t worry Freddie, I'll find you once you're done.” She cooed, placing a kiss to his lips before making her way out of his room and down the hall, leaving him breathless, once again.

Fred quickly got dressed and started the trek towards the pitch, his head flooded with the thoughts of Y/N, a smile seemed permanently etched on his face. Until he overheard voices from around the corner; there stood two Ravenclaw boys leaning against the wall, and the topic of discussion happened to be his girlfriend. Fred gritted his teeth at the sound of her name coming from such mouths, his jaw becoming tight as he felt his hands ball themselves into fists.

“No, I’m telling you, she knows how to fill a uniform.” One of them groaned as the other laughed in agreement. The thought of someone staring at her, making such comments about his girlfriend made him angry, but the fact that they were looking at her like that, like she was nothing more than a body, infuriated him. She was so much more than that, sure she was gorgeous but she also helped his younger siblings with their homework when they couldn’t figure something out, she baked bread with his mother on Sunday mornings and always reassured him when he felt like the entire world was against him.

“You’re right.” The other remarked. “Don’t know what she sees in Weasley. Merlin, she could do so much better.” He added, running a hand through his hair. Fred couldn’t listen any longer, couldn’t handle the garbage he was hearing.

“And I assume you think you’re better eh?” Fred spoke as he sulked his way out of the shadows, causing the two boys to jump at the sound of his voice. “Quiet now, are we?” He chuckled.

“It’s only the truth Weasley, she’ll leave you at the sight of someone better.” The braver of the two spoke. “You’ll be tossed out soon enough.” Fred could feel the anger bubbling inside of him, but he knew that Y/N would despise the thought of him fighting, especially over her.

“We’ll see about that.” He breathed, feigning a lack of bother, the two boys stared at him, shocked at his response as he simply walked past them.

The week had melted itself into the weekend and the thought of his conversation in the hallway still plagued him, he knew Y/N wasn’t like that, she wouldn’t simply drop him if someone better came along. He knew that she loved him, knew that she barely even noticed those who were interested in her no matter how persistent their efforts in pursuing her were. But he needed something, something to prove that she was his, something that could show that she was proud to be his. After seething over this for the past week, thinking about constantly pulling his jumper over her head or maybe just never letting go of her hand in an attempt to keep greasy eyes off of her, it finally hit him and after a sneaky visit to a jewelry store he had a solution.

“Hey princess.” He spoke, excitement evident in his tone as he took his spot next to Y/N in front of the tree she was leaning against.

“Hi, my love.” She replied, abandoning the book she was reading to lay her head in his lap. He sighed with content, running his fingers through her hair as she gazed up at him, nothing but pure love gracing her features.

“I got you something.” Fred said softly as he ran a thumb across her cheek, she looked up at him, taking the hand that wasn’t occupied on her face into her own, interlacing their fingers.

“Freddie-” She started, but he stopped her, pressing a finger to her lips.

“No, no, no.” He protested. “I know you always say you don’t need gifts but this one means a lot to me.” She stared at him curiously as he continued to speak.

“I overheard these guys talking about you and I tried to not let it get to me but I- I couldn’t.” He spoke, her face softening. “I know you love me and I love you more than anything, I just wanted to get you something that could show everyone that, that could show you that.” He ran his fingers through his crimson hair and let out a shaky breath as she brought his hand to her mouth, gently kissing each knuckle. He was so nervous, he had planned exactly how to go about this in his head, but here in this situation, with her staring up at him with those eyes, all previous thoughts of smooth words and flirting were abandoned. He wanted nothing more than to spill his guts to her, tell her every single reason why he loved her, kiss every inch of her body.

“I always say I don’t get jealous when it comes to you, but I do, I hate it when other people look at you the same way I do.” Her lips quirked into a smile. “You’re the love of my life Y/N, there is absolutely no one out there better for me than you, I’m all in.”

“I couldn't agree more Freddie, all my bets are on you.” Y/N said, rising from her spot in his lap to straddle him. She placed her palms against either side of his face, resting her forehead against his closing her eyes and feeling the heat of his cheeks against her hands. Fred reached into his jacket pocket to reveal a small velvet box, Y/N’s eyes grew wide at the sight. He chuckled, sensing her surprise.

“It’s not an engagement ring angel.” He started, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “At least not yet.” He opened the box, where a simple silver necklace sat, four letters sat in the middle, his name in plain script. Y/N gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as Fred pulled the necklace out of the box and loosened the clasp.

“May I?” He asked, a grin etching itself on his face.

“Of course.” She whispered as he placed the chain around her neck.

“There.” He spoke, leaning back to admire her, she looked so pretty with his name lying against her skin. “What do you think?” He asked, his voice quiet as he searched her face for some sort of indication into how she felt about the gift. She stayed quiet for a moment, simply staring down at the necklace, she ran a finger across the letters as Fred bit his lip, nervous at her sudden silence.

“I love it Freddie.” She whispered, pulling his face to hers capturing his lips with her own before kissing his forehead, both his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his lips again and again. He broke into a full fledged laugh until he noticed the tears in Y/N’s eyes.

“Oh no princess, don’t cry.” He chuckled, wiping away stray tears.

“They’re happy tears Freddie.” She giggled. “Just love you so much.”

“I bet I love you more though.” He retorted, resting his hands on her waist as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I’ll have to buy you more gifts if you keep kissing me like that.”

Y/N sighed in response, her fingers twirled in the hair at the nape of his neck. They both knew that Fred could never buy her another gift for as long as they both lived and she would still love him as much as she did in this very moment. There was so much uncertainty in the future but right now, with his name around her neck and his arms wrapped so tightly around her waist she knew that no matter what happened in the next month, the next year and for the rest of her life, her love would be completely and utterly Fred Weasleys.

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ask-the-crimson-king · 1 year ago

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Also, point of note for the anon; Magnus refused to enter the fray until basically the last minute. Considering the hell he brought against Russ and the Wolves while he was defending Photep, if he had been there from the beginning, I genuinely think the Thousand Sons might've been able to turn them all back.

Also, if Magnus had not completely fucked with the defenses around Tizca and killed the likes of Baleq Uthizzar (that scene always fucks me up), then the incoming Imperials would've had to make the Burning of Prospero into a full-fledged siege rather than the relatively swift battle it actually was. For having almost zero warning ahead of time and being WITHOUT the massive powerhouse that is Magnus, the Thousand Sons really did show up; the top officers of the Legion said "fuck no" to just letting the Wolves come take their heads and they made sure to make them all pay for ruining their home.

Also also, point for the second half of the ask, I agree with numbers game, but if anon is asking for a similar situation to what happened at Prospero?

Most would probably be something like the GC-era Word Bearers, honestly. They aren't really top tier in terms of fighting and the like, and especially if they're nailed BEFORE they go full Chaos worship, it's them. Colchis isn't super defensible and they're not the greatest of warriors. Plus morale is absolutely a thing, and where the Captains all squared the fuck up against the Wolves + custodes + SoS, I don't really think many of the WB would do the same. They might just let it happen.

For least? I'd probably say something like the Iron Warriors, Imperial Fists, Emperor's Children, or hell even the Luna Wolves. All of them have reasons why I think that sort of battle would be hellish to fight through.

But if the question is more "in general" then it completely depends on numbers game, as the cursed human said.

So the Wolves went up against the Thousand Sons in what was really a gorgeous city and therefore not an inherently defensible fortress, so home ground but not as much of an advantage as it might be. The wolves brought the SoS AND the Custodes. Given all that, do you think the Sons gave a good show?

Second part. If you were given a legion of marines and a couple banana ships full of custodians and a couple ships of Sisters of Silence, which legion would you most vs least want to go up against? (I’m assuming least is Perky or Door but hey you never know). And where would the Sons be on that list?

I think they gave a very good showing. The Wolves v Sons thing really isn’t as one-sided heehoo pubstomp as the 40k meme hivemind make it out to be. The sorcerers were sniping sisters at range and doing heavy damage to the forces arrayed against them. They significantly taxed the enemy militarily and psychically while being placed at a disadvantage.

Magnus, for that matter, also fucked Russ up. Yeah, he lost, but he was the one beating the piss out of Russ for much of the fight. He was so torqued up on psychic energy that he was able to match Russ’s swordplay with his bare hands. He punched Russ so hard in the chest that his armour imploded around Magnus’s fist and punctured one of his hearts. Magnus pinned him with one arm after having the other broken and was going to straight up kill him if not for Leman’s pet doggos sacrificing themselves.

I’m not a “Magnus did nothing wrong” person, for the record. Magnus did fuckin’ plenty wrong. He and his sons absolutely fucked shit up on that day, though, and I think it’s fairly undeniable.

As for the last part, I have no idea. Depends on exact numbers tbh.

#sorry for the post hijack

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selfindulgentfanfiction · 3 years ago

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What Can I Do? (William One Shot)

WARNING: CONTAINS MINOR SPOILERS OF LOVE UNHOLYC. Please be advised reading if you have not completed at least one route past day 7. I based this off of one of William’s side stories called “A Smiling Master and a Heartbroken Butler”. It isn’t relevant enough to the side story to be a spoiler for it.

Fandom: Love Unholyc Character(s): William and MC (unnamed and gender neutral) NSFW: No Description: Slight AU where even after spending 7 days with Sol, Leo, and Hi, MC still chooses William to be their partner for their Coming of Age ceremony. However, due to William losing his adult body during the day, he distances himself from MC and refuses the second time to be their partner.

“Master?” William knocked on MC’s door 3 times before opening the door. They always scolded him for not knocking, so William was doing as he was ordered; knocking. However, he never nailed the timing on when he should enter. MC was lucky he knocked in the first place, he humored.

William wasn’t expected for the sight in front of him.

The room was empty. No master in sight. Not only were they no where to be found, but the room was mysteriously picked up. All of MC’s dirty clothes were in the hamper and their gaming desk was free of any and all debris or food.

It wasn’t clean by any means, but it was suspiciously clean for his master.

William knew that MC was in their home 360 out of 365 days a year, but he felt panic swell in his chest. He was concerned for his master’s safety, but the thought of her with those humans made him feel even more insecure.

William’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out swiftly and almost dropped it. He cursed to himself before reading a message from his master.

MC: LIAM! MC: I’ll be home later. I have some things to do. MC: I know you haven’t been speaking to me much since you had to reverse time, but I understand.

William felt a tightness in his stomach at that. He didn’t know that MC noticed his distance, but even more so, he didn’t expect them to understand.

MC: Anyway, I picked everything up in my room. I ate before I left as well and I’ll eat before I get home, so don’t worry about making me anything. MC: I even braided my own hair today! You should be proud! (^-^) MC: Anyway, there’s no need to do anything today. Just take it easy, okay?~ MC: Oh, that’s an order from your master, by the way.

William stiffened. What was this? Why has his master done this? They’ve never done this before. William had so many questions that his head began to spin.

Then, he caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror. William clenched his fist at the sight in front of him.

The young boy in the mirror glowered back at William. He didn’t regret turning back time to save his master from Eater. He would do it a thousand more times. There was no price he wouldn’t pay for his master. He can’t help but wish that he paid any other price other than this one.

He was hundreds of years old, but during the day, he’s stuck in the body of his younger self. He also sacrificed half of his power when he turned back time. Due to his smaller stature, doing chores during the day was more difficult than ever. Keeping up with his master and a mansion in the state of his body was difficult work and often resulted in William cleaning well into the early hours of the morning. He would rest for a couple of hours before waking up to prepare MC’s breakfast. He complained out loud about how hard work has been, but he hadn’t expected his master to notice.

William looked around MC’s room. It was full of random items, all items he’d bought for them. He didn’t mind spoiling them. His master was unmatched as an Unholyc even if they didn’t realize it, managing to attract three partners on their first try for their Coming of Age ceremony. Out of all of the things they could be doing, his master plays games. He doesn’t think this is a bad thing. William’s brow furrowed at the memory of the humans. Leo, Sol, and Hi irritated him more than he could put into words.

William closed his eyes. He found the humans to be ungrateful and troublesome. He remembers how he came to be in charge of the 3 dogs.

-The day MC found their humans-

“Master, get up.” William pulled the comforter of the bed back to reveal a sleepy master, fighting him tooth and nail on getting out of bed.

“No!” MC fought, refusing to open their eyes. They rolled onto their side with a huff.

“You have to find a partner for your Coming of Age ceremony. Or, did you already forget? I swear, master. It’s like you intentionally stress me out.” William sighed. “Please, master. It’s time for breakfast and then the car will be ready for you.”

MC sniffled. Even though they weren’t facing William, he could tell they were frowning. “Why do I have to find a partner?” MC asks quietly. Their voice was laced with sleep and something else that William couldn’t place.

William did his best to hide the annoyance in his tone. “You have to in order to complete your ceremony. You have to have a ceremony to become a full fledged Unholyc. Do we need to have this lesson again?” William teased. He knew his master did not want to have that lesson again, but sometimes getting a rise out of them made them rise out of bed.

MC suddenly turned to face William. Their face was flushed and tears pricked the corners of their eyes. William’s eyes widened at them.

They looked angry at him.

“Why? Why do I need to go find a partner? Can’t Liam be my partner?” MC asked, brow furrowed.

Liam was completely taken aback by his master’s sudden boldness. He managed to open his mouth anyway.

“If my master commands it, I will be.”

MC’s face fell. “I see. Forget I said anything, then.” They got out of bed, refusing to meet William’s eye. “I’ll get ready. Please get out so I can change.”

William studied his master’s back before exiting, softly shutting the door behind him. He stood outside of their door for a few moments, gathering himself. He didn’t appreciate his master playing with his emotions like that. He didn’t want to hold out false hope of one day ending up with his master for eternity.

He didn’t want to be like that stupid butler of Shallotte’s, Pierce.

William sighed to himself. They probably only said that because they were too lazy to leave, and William was the easiest option for them since he lived with them already.

MC requested to eat in their room before they went to find their partner. William scolded them for eating meals in their room, however, it was just to mask how sore his chest felt. Truth be told, he didn’t want his master to find a partner. He wanted to be the only one to channel acme into them. He wanted to be their partner for her ceremony, and for their lives.

He wouldn’t admit this, however. He was fine being their butler forever, as long as he could remain by MC’s side.

No matter what, he just wants to be by their side. He won’t be selfish with his relationship with his master. He would only be selfish with being by their side. He told himself to never wish for more and kept the romantic feelings he had for his master buried as far as he could.

MC returned from their hunt for a partner with not only one, but three.

Not only three, but three humans.

William’s blood burned. Not only would be have to share his master, he would have to share them with three humans?

After they excused themselves to MC’s room, William quickly shut the door behind them. He couldn’t watch them channeling their acme into his master.

William’s gaze fell upon MC’s dresser. Before he had to reverse time, this had been where MC placed the gift he gave them on the day of their Coming of Age ceremony.

Even after spending 7 days with those humans, his master still chose him. After all of the hoops they jumped through for those humans, his master still chose him.

Liam sat on MC’s bed before curling himself up in her sheets. When he turned back time and realized what happened to his body, he couldn’t be their partner this time around. One of the humans would have to do it.

He couldn’t protect them like that anymore. He couldn’t provide for them in that way anymore.

Is that why they left today? Is that why they cleaned up after themselves? Were they preparing themselves for a life without William in it?

That must be why she chose the same three humans when he turned back time. They were choosing someone else they could spend eternity with.

-Coming of Age Ceremony-

Sol, Leo, and Hi held a gift out to MC. MC eyed all of them with surprise before tilting their head to the side. “For me?” They asked. All three of the men nodded.

“It’s your special day, my dear.” Leo piped up. “How could we not spoil you today? Especially with how cute you look!” Hi added. “After all you’ve done for us, it’s the least we could do for you, MC.” Sol finished.

William held a hand out in front of his master.

“You can only choose one gift today. Due to it being the day of your ceremony, you must choose the gift from whoever you want your partner to be for your ceremony. Choose one and make it quick.” William explained.

MC bit the inside of their cheek. They looked troubled. They were nervously fidgeting with their hands and shifting back and forth.

“Master.” William spoke up. “Just choose the one from whomever you like the best.”

“But-” MC started before stopping again. “How do I choose only one?”

“What does your heart say, master?” William asked them.

MC looked at William with tinted cheeks. “D- Did you get me a gift, Liam?”

William’s eyes widened along with the eyes of all three humans.

“I....” William trailed off. MC stared at them, urging him to continue. “....Did. I did get you a gift. However, it was a while back ago, since we’ve been waiting many years for this ceremony and all-”

“Please, can I have it?” MC cut him off. “I- I want you to be my partner. But only if you want to be my partner!” MC started fumbling over their words. “I didn’t want to order you to be my partner. I wanted you to want to be my partner.” They added softly. William barely picked up the last part. William began his ascent up the staircase.

“Excuse me for a moment.” He said over his shoulder.

William went to his room before grabbing the carefully wrapped gift. He’d gotten this for MC long ago and would re-wrap it every so often so that it still looked new. He didn’t think he would ever be giving this to them. He wasn’t going to hold back or allow MC to change their mind a second time.

William felt foolish. If he’d have just said yes to MC a week ago, he never would have had to deal with those humans. He never would have had to share his master with anyone. He wanted to make them happy over everything else, though. He didn’t know if they would be happy being his partner or if they were just scared to go find a new one.

Either way, he should have kept his mouth shut.

Descending back down the stairs, William gently took his master’s hand and led them away from the commotion and into the hallway. MC’s face was flushed and William couldn’t hold back his smile.

“Master,” William started, taking their hand in his. “In order for me to be your partner, we must first be under contract.”

MC’s eyes widened. They must have just come to this realization. “Oh!” They exclaim. “Is it okay to do it this late into my ceremony?”

“Considering all of the steps you’ve messed up this week, breaking one more rule shouldn’t make a difference. You know the magic words, master.” William guided MC to a chaise in the hallway and knelt down in front of them. “Bind me with a contract.”

After MC recited the magic words, William felt his entire body flooding with acme. Even though he’s a few hundred years old, this feeling was new. Acme was coursing through his veins as he gazed upon his master. He’s always loved his master without question, but this feeling was different than anything he’s felt before.

Lust. Protective. Adoration. Fear. Yearning. Love.

He understood why those humans would sacrifice themselves for his master after knowing them a short time. The admiration he was feeling toward his master was almost unbearable.

William took MC’s hand in his before planting a kiss on the back of their hand. When his lips met their skin, he began to let his acme pour from him.

“I, William, accept this contract to be MC’s partner.” He verbally signed his contract with his master before placing his lips back on their hand.

He was trying to hold back the best he could, but several years of pent up one-sided love was flowing out of him at an unstoppable speed. MC moaned, burying their face into their shoulder to muffle the sounds. William trailed his lips up MC’s arm, allowing his acme to pour into them with each kiss.

Wrist.

Forearm.

Bicep.

With one final kiss to the shoulder, William forces himself to pull back. His master’s face was flushed, mouth open as they were panting. William leaned up and placed his forehead onto MC’s.

“Liam.” They whined his name. It was music to his ears.

“Yes, master. I am here.”

“Liam?” MC gently shook William’s shoulder. He was sleep in their bed, glasses still on his face and hair disheveled. William’s eyes opened and fixed on the room around him. It was dark outside and he had grown into his adult body when he was napping.

“Master,” William called out to them softly. “What else can I do?”

MC’s eyebrows knitted together as they sat next to William on their bed. “What do you mean?”

William couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around their waist and buried his face into their side.

“What else can I do so that you’ll want me to stay?” He asked them. He felt his chest swelling with each passing second, waiting for them to tell him to leave their room, waiting for them to yell at him in disgust.

However, to William’s surprise, MC smiled softly at him.

“Did you spend your entire day off in here?” They asked him softly, smoothing his hair down with their fingers. William’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the contact but he forced himself to look MC in the eye before nodding. When he snapped out of his daze, his eyes narrowed.

“Day off?” He questioned. He raised his eyebrows at them when he finally registered what they were saying.

“Yes, your day off. What did you think today was? I told you to relax!” They scold him playfully, poking him in the side with their finger.

“So, you were trying to give me a break?” William attempted to get clarification. He was just wallowing in self pity all day for potentially nothing.

MC sighed at him. “I know how hard it’s been adjusting to your body. You’ve looked after me for so long now, and I’m sorry I haven’t been looking after you as well.”

William felt a lump develop in his throat. He tried to swallow.

“You don’t have to do that, master.” William stated. “It’s my job to look after you.”

“True, but it’s my job as someone who loves you to notice when you’re struggling and take some of the burden off.” MC stated back. William’s eyes widened at his master, staring at them with a mix of wonder and admiration for a moment before composing himself.

“I know you’re holding back because of the circumstances, but I will always love you.” MC continued. “I’m going to work hard this week to try and help you get your body back. We will find a way. Then, I want Liam to be my partner again.”

William’s grip tightened on his master.

“I will always be master’s butler. So please, never stop needing me.” He mumbled into their side. “I love you, MC. Let me stay by your side.”

MC rubbed his back affectionately. “And master will always be Liam’s master.”

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thesmokingguns · 3 years ago

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Phone Tag

Word count: 3512

Requested: “My idea was that the reader thought Kelly was cheating on her on tour, and when he comes home, he finds her really upset and comforts her and assures her that he only loves her”

Requested by @littlemisscare-all

A/N: I just want to thank @littlemisscare-all for the request and letting me message her about questions I had. Kelly Nickels is a new character I’m writing and she was patient with my questions and so helpful. This is a little longer than my usual one shots so I hope you like it. I have three requests I need to write on top of my regular stuff I want to put out so feel free to make a request but I’m going to say the time might be up to a week now. I also have a tag list you can be added to by just messaging me or filling out the form. Please let me know what you think ❤️

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Ring, Ring, Ring

The constant sound of the phone trying to connect with room 828 was filling my head. The high pitched sound bouncing around your mind as you wished he’d pick up. After another minute of the phone going unanswered you hung up, wiping my sweat filled palms on the denim dress hastily.

You could see your fingers trembling, the anxiety of the situation coming out in physical ailment as your trembling hands started to get numb. You shook out your hands, flexing them, cracking them, pushing them together, anything to just calm yourself down enough to feel them again. Your heart was beating so fast that it felt like it had turned on its engine and got lodged in your throat when it pressed the gas. You couldn’t swallow down the pounding so you tried instead to take a gulp of air. Breathing in through your nose and out of your mouth. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Even though you felt like you were not getting enough air when you breathed through your nose you continued anyway trying to calm your body that seemed to be fighting you. You were trying anything to try and stop the full fledged anxiety attack from coming on.

You stepped back into the store, trying not to make eye contact with your friend and coworker as you started to fold the sweaters on the front side table. Your hands needed to stay busy as you tried to avert your eyes from anyone, tears pooling in them. You couldn’t think about the situation or you’d start crying. But fuck, it had been almost a week since You had heard from your boyfriend. Your hand went to my pocket, pulling out the ripped out notebook paper Kelly had given you with the name, date, room number and phone number for each hotel. He was supposed to be in Phoenix in room 828 at the Hilton Hotel. Which you had already called seven times throughout the day without any response.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Your coworker touched your shoulder and you let out a sob, hands flying to your face. The feeling of someone touching you after the last month of being alone was too much. You broke feeling the loneliness blanketing over you, covering you. Your coworker was leading you to the breakroom, thankful no one was in the shop to see you have a complete mental breakdown.

He had promised you that you would talk every day; he had seen the nervous look in your eyes when the guys talked about the tour. All the girls that would be throwing themselves at the band. They were all about the three fundamentals: sex, drugs and rock n roll. How were you going to compete with something you weren't there to see?

“Jesus Fucking Christ, where the fuck is that paper?” Kelly was tearing apart the tour bus looking for a yellow piece of legal paper that you had written down all the numbers to call you on. He had lost it a week ago after he had drunkenly started a shot game with Phil that night and that had proved to be a horrible mistake.

When he had woken up, on the kitchen floor of the tour bus, a hangover so bad he wanted to fling himself into the highway all he could think about was calling the person that he loved and telling her about his night. The sound of her voice coaxing the hangover out of him and filling him up with the love she had for him. He had pushed himself off the floor, grabbing his cigarettes from his jacket and digging in the inside pocket for the list of numbers, but the paper was gone.

It had been six days since he had lost the numbers and as much as he tried to remember a phone number he couldn’t even think of one. He had expected a phone call to explain everything but the problem was that phone call had never come. This was just another layer of frustration that Kelly couldn't figure out. For the first few weeks of the tour he had gotten the calls at the hotel but a night before he lost the number the call hadn’t come in.

So now, being the very logical, even headed, and not complete maniac that he was, Kelly was tearing apart every single part of the tour bus. Ripping open trash bags, pulling apart beds, and crawling under the table that had a weird sticky substance underneath. As he pushed half drank beer cans aside he saw the flap of yellow sticking out. His heart leapt to his throat as he snatched up the paper, flipping it over and groaning audibly. The paper had gotten saturated. One number was partially visible with only a couple numbers melting together.

Walking off the tour bus he headed over to the payphone, setting a handful of change on the metal bottom as he started to dial different combinations of the number hoping that he could finally reach his girlfriend. Hoping that her lack of calls to him didn’t mean they had broken up or what if she had met someone else? She did have that fucking girlfriend who didn’t like him. What if she had gone out to The Roxy and met someone else?

He gripped the paper so hard in his hand as the phone rang and he thought of you with someone else. He needed to talk to you,

You were walking home, unable to work as your mind went a million miles a minute. Your heart thumping so loudly that your own thoughts were muted and just scenarios were popping in your head. Images of Kelly with his arm around another girl, disheveled hotel rooms with discarded clothes, his lips worshiping someone else's body. You stopped on the sidewalk closing your eyes, fists tightening as you told yourself not to scratch your arms. It was all in your head. This was all in your head and not real.

Another shaky step towards your apartment. Your eyes were on the payphone at the end of the block and you figured you could try one more time to call the hotel. Maybe when you heard his voice it would put out the fire of your mind. He could calm your anxiety, easing you from the panic attacks it caused and draw you in with the safety of his voice. He must have known how crazy you were going and when he finally talked to you he would have a logical explanation for why he had disappeared.

As you convinced yourself that he was going to answer this time, you could feel the burning bile in your gut start to be put out as the rational part of your mind tried to make a little room for you to have hope. The way your hands trembled as you took out a dime, sliding it into the slot and dialing the number, let you know that the temporary band aid your rational side had put on your anxiety wasn’t going to stick for very long. If Kelly didn’t answer it was going to be ripped off and you’d be left with the exposed wound that you would need to deal with..

Ring...Ring...Ri-

“Hello?” your heart caught in your throat, and you could feel your eyes widening as you heard a voice answer the phone on the other end, “Hello, is anyone there?” The very female voice that was answering the phone was not your boyfriend.

“Kelly?” his name left your lips, almost a whimper. All of the worst situations that you imagined could be happening in your head seemed to come to life now. It wasn’t just in your head, a woman was answering his hotel phone.

“Ohhhh, they’re in the shower. If you call back in an hour-” you hung up the phone. It took you four tries before you could get the receiver on the cradle because the shaking in your hand was running through your entire body now. You tried to crack your fingers, a weak attempt to get some control of the motions of your body.

In the shower. If he was taking a shower at 4pm what was he washing off of himself? Who was the girl who had answered the phone? Had he not answered because he had been so busy with her all day? You dry heaved in front of the payphone, sucking in air when nothing came out. You wanted to go home and hide, burying yourself under blankets until the weight of the sadness lifted. Not that you were sure it was ever going to lift because you had just caught him cheating on you.

It was a miracle that you made it to the apartment. You dropped your keys twice, your hands not working how they were supposed to. Your grip on them slipping and letting them fall through your fingers. Had you let Kelly fall through your fingers?

You hissed out a curse, shouldering into your apartment and locking the door behind you. You were off of work tomorrow so you could stay holed up inside the apartment for at least twenty four hours before anyone would think to call. That gave you time to wallow in your emotions and feel everything you needed to feel.

Looking around at the space it dawned on you that you would need to leave. Separate your things and get out of the city before he comes back to it. Which didn’t give you enough time at all because he would be back in two days for the LA show at the Whisky a Go Go, Where were you going to live? Maybe you could find a roommate or you could always stay with your best friend. She would let you in. There was so much to do and so much to figure out but you needed to lay down and figure it out from the comfort of the bed.

On the way to the bed you tripped over the phone you had kept beside it for the past few days hoping for Kelly to finally call you. You looked at the phone hanging off the hook, knowing if anyone called you they would just get the busy signal but you didn’t hang it back up. Kelly was too busy in some hotel room with a strange girl and he hadn’t bothered to call you in a week anyway. You needed to just get in bed and mourn your relationship. You’d move out tomorrow and start a new life without him.

Kelly hung up the phone, looking at his apartment phone number that the girl at the shop had just given to him. He had missed you by twenty minutes and from what he had just heard you were in bad shape.He sucked in his bottom lip as he dialed the home number. He would explain everything to you as soon as he had you on the phone. He could already picture you asking him if he had at least won the drinking game.

“What the fuck?” He looked at the phone when he got the busy signal. It had to be the right number. He had repeated the number twice to make sure that he got the correct number and now he was getting a busy signal. He dialed again, getting the same alert sound. Then again. And again. He stopped after constantly calling for ten minutes to take a breath. He was going to need to have a beer and try again.

He tried calling twenty minutes later, an hour, three hours, and before he went on stage for the show. His mind was thinking of how you could be on the phone for that long. He frowned as he grabbed his bass going over to the band's manager. He needed to get home sooner than the tour bus would take him.

You got out of the shower, wrapping your sweater around you over your nightgown. Your eyes skimmed the apartment where you had spent the last four hours cleaning like a maniac and separating everything. Your records were in a milkcrate by the door, along with a trash bag of all your clothes. Things like pots and pans didn’t seem worth fighting over. You would leave those for him. Even though you weren’t even sure if Kelly knew how to fry an egg.

Twirling a piece of hair around your finger you tried to calm the uneasy feeling filling you. He had been the one who hadn't answered your calls or called you. He was the one who had a girl answer the phone in his room. He wanted you to leave but he didn’t want to see the hurt he caused by telling you it was over. Your friends had all warned you about dating a rockstar so it wasn’t like you could expect much sympathy from them. But you had been with Kelly for over a year and hadn’t seen it coming. It felt like you were blindsided. To love someone so much had really just opened you up to the pain you were feeling now.

Moving to the bedroom you looked around the room, the pit of your stomach turning in sadness as you thought about this being the final time you sleep in this bed. The tears boiling up and tumbling down your face as you sat on his side, touching the pillow that he slept on. You could smell his aftershave and scent on his pillow just making you cry even harder. The feeling in the pit of your stomach growing as you missed someone who was gone.

Over your tears you didn’t hear the sound of the front door opening. You were wrapped around a pillow mind racing in a thick fog of all the reasons you weren’t good enough. Why couldn't he love you? Could anyone love you?

“Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” Arms were wrapped around you. You were being pulled onto a lap, hair pushed away from your tear stained face.

“K-Kelly?” It comes out weekly, almost afraid you’re hallucinating arms wrapped around you, fingers touching your tears, pushing the puddles that gathered on your skin with an expert flick of a thumb.

“Yeah, baby, I’m here. What happened? Why are you so upset? Who do I need to fight?” He was trying to defuse the situation with humor to drag you out of your hysterics. But he was the one that had gotten you to this place.

Sitting up you pushed yourself off his lap, a frown forming on his face from this action. You could feel the way your hands were starting to go numb as you wiped your tears, knowing there was going to be a confrontation with him.

“I called you for a week, Kelly. I called all the numbers multiple times a day and you didn’t answer. You didn’t call me back.” The way he frowned at this didn’t go unnoticed by you. You took it as a sign of his guilt. He had been ignoring you on purpose. “And I called this afternoon and a girl answered from your hotel room.” He stood up suddenly shaking his head.

“No, no, no.” You rolled your eyes at his weak attempt to lie about the fact you had spoken to a girl that was in his room, “Oh fuck, we didn’t even check into the hotel today. I was on the tour bus looking for the list of numbers you had written down for me.” He was digging into his leather jacket pocket looking for the yellow paper. You were trying to process what he was saying.

“But they said you were in the shower when I asked for you.” You said with a frown, trying to process what he was saying. It would be easy to believe him, tryst him blindly and forget all the drama but there were so many things that just weren’t adding up. He produced the yellow list holding it up with the missing pieces and wet pen running into a blurred mix of ink.

“Call the hotel now. I’m obviously here with you. Maybe they heard you wrong?” He knew you needed real proof. He looked at the phone on the floor that was off the receiver, “I tried to call you today. I guess this explains the busy signal.” He moved to hang it back up.

“I called you and you didn’t answer all week and you didn’t even call me once.” You pointed out. “You’re on tour with all your horny band members and I’ve been out with you all before.” You didn’t want to ask him because you knew that he would answer you honestly. He couldn’t lie to you, even on little things he was always 100% honest. Which you had found out one night when you tried on a new dress and asked how you looked and he had told you the dress looked like a rejected extra from a Cyndi Lauper music video.

“I lost the phone numbers when I was drinking with Phil one night. It took me a week to find them on the bus.” He confessed. That story seemed pretty on par for who they were, “And are you asking if I was stupid enough to cheat on you?” At the words you went white, gripping the sheets. Kelly took in your reaction and knew that’s exactly what you were thinking had happened. “Listen, Y/N.” He moved over to the bed gripping your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs and giving him a soft smile, “I love you. Just you. And I wouldn’t do anything to ever lose your love. I spent a week trying to find a paper just so I could hear your voice. I was waiting for you to call all week, baby. Why didn’t you call me?” The soft way he spoke was melting the ice in your veins, calming you with the right touches and bringing you to the current situation happening in real life and not just in your head.

“I called you so much. I called all the hotels that you told me to call. But you never answered me.” You pointed to a crumpled up ball on the nightstand. Watching him grab it and smooth out the page of numbers.

“Oh shit.” He rubbed his chin and looked up at you with an almost embarrassed look. You knew exactly what that look was. He had made a mistake, “So, um, these hotels are out of order. I must have copied them backwards because this one.” He pointed at the last hotel you had called today. “Should have been here.” He pointed a few up and you sighed in relief. The tears still came flowing out but this time in relief, “I’m an idiot. I’m sorry, baby.” He reached out, folding you to him. Your body was relaxed, allowing him to calm you with his back rubs and head kisses. Comforting you by holding you in his arms and reminding you that he loved you with his touch.

“I’m sewing my name and our telephone number into all your clothes tomorrow.” You muttered after a little while. He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

“Next time, just come on tour with us. That way we never have to worry about playing phone tag.” You nodded your head listening to his heart beat. “We’re going to have to spend tomorrow morning unpacking your stuff. But I do respect your commitment to cut ties so thoroughly that you organized the records.” He got the laugh out of you that he was looking for. You sat up, shrugging your shoulders.

“I was just looking for an excuse to steal your Bowie records.” You teased him. He scoffed, pulling you to lay down beside him.

“I flew back here to be with you, Y/N. The least you could do is not threaten to steal my records.” Kelly pulled you close to him. “Do you feel better now that I’m back?” The concern in his voice warmed you to the core. You nodded your head at him. “Now you know you’re stuck with me and how wrapped around your finger I am.” You sighed out softly, eyes heavy as you felt like you could finally get some sleep after having a week of anxiety dreams and panic attacks preventing you from getting more than a tossing turning sleep for the week.

“Maybe next time send me a postcard to let me know you love me.” You said through a sleepy haze.

“Maybe I’ll train carrier ducks to send messages. Or learn how to do smoke signals.” A smile slipped out as you cuddled closer letting him lull you to sleep with his soft touches and soft mutters. He loved you, you could feel it. And that was all you needed

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Albus Dumbledore being an awesome teacher and human being

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

(Imma be honest with y’all, it’s mostly just him being a crackhead.)

He tells stories about Grindelwald, about their marriage and their beliefs and their lives together. All of the stories have lessons - sure, a lot of those lessons are about how NOT to make pasta, but they’re still lessons!

He likes to matchmake students using seating charts and certain magical spell assignments. He’s very good at it. I mean, he’s shit at figuring out who likes each other, but he is great at meddling, so Mcgonogall tells him who to mess with and he does as he’s told. They make a great team (and are invited to a lot of weddings). Couples they’ve helped include but are not limited to: Dean and Seamus, Luna and Ginny, Hermione and Harry and Ron, Sirius and Remus, Peter and Maxwell Needles, Peter and Regulus (that was later), Lily and Severus and James, Fred and Lee plus George and Lee, Charlie and Newt (queerplatonic), Leta and Newt (queerplatonic), Harry and Luna (queerplatonic), and Sirius and James and Remus (queerplatonic). They’ve been very busy.

He and Mcgonogall have teatime almost every day. They talk about their students and work on their matchmaking plans. There’s a lot of sass and deadpanning involved. Sometimes they invite Remus, Sirius, and James. (Not Peter. He doesn’t need the same level of torturing that they do.) Bubbles of all shapes and sizes and colors float around the room the whole time. It’s fantastic.

He accepts gossip in exchange for extra credit. He’s a really good secret keeper too, so a lot of students go for it. (It hasn’t broken any friendships. There’s an understanding among the student population that Dumbledore is like Ms. Potts from that Muggle film Beauty and the Beast - well-meaning and trustworthy, but terribly, terribly bored.)

Everything in his classroom is pink. And glittery. And covered in sequins. Once a student asked him why and he just smirked for a solid minute before whispering, “Lemonade.” (As if that makes any fucking sense.)

He once taught class in a full-fledged glittery ballgown that faded from light pink to deep purple. He did not once acknowledge it or act like anything was out of the ordinary. One student raised their hand and asked timidly, “Professor? Why are you wearing a ballgown?” And his brow furrowed as he frowned, looked down at himself, and muttered, “Thought it was a bathrobe.” (Harry does not let him live this one down. His dad is not much help - Severus took many, many pictures.) (Not that it mattered. On Wednesdays Dumbledore wears pink (glittery ballgowns).)

He speaks to kids who have parents, friends, and relatives in prison, whether for being Death Eaters or otherwise. He chaperones visits to Azkaban for them so they can see their loved ones. He casts protective and invisibility charms on them so only the one they’re visiting can see or hear them, and he teaches them Patronuses (with Remus’ help, of course). He often spends these visits on the other side of Grindelwald’s bars, playing wizard’s chess against him. (Sometimes Grindelwald gives him flowers. It always makes Dumbledore smile. There may be no one left in the world who understands why they love each other, but they don’t need to understand it for it to be true.)

He stands at the front of the classroom and makes funny faces during tests and waits to see how long it takes for a student to look up. His latest record is seven minutes.

When he’s teaching Grindelwald’s history, he makes snarky comments about his husband. They range from “I mean really. Who the fuck thought wizards ruling Muggles was a good idea?” (Rest in peace that one student who thought it was a good idea to say, “You did, Professor.”) to “Honestly, that man has no concept of romance. I ask him for a nice night out and he takes me to a Muggle rally about witchcraft and tries to impress me by playing practical magical jokes on the speaker. A toddler could do that.” (He often gets mushy during those stories though, usually trailing off like “But that time he took me to my childhood home for my birthday was sweet… brought me flowers for Ariana’s grave and everything. Sure, he killed her, but… he has a sweet side…” and from there on out he’s basically a lost cause and you might as well go to your next class because he’s not going to stop humming that fucking Elvis song).

He “loses” his glasses all the time by casting an invisibility charm on them and forces his students to search the classroom for them when they’re on his face the whole time. He thinks it’s funny. Harry does not. (But Severus and Mcgonogall do, and that’s really what matters.) (Severus and Mcgonogall and Dumbledore are a fantastic trio full of snark and sarcasm and shit, I have just decided.)

He makes little animals out of multi-colored magical dust and they fly around the classroom and perch on his favorite students’ heads. Once a dragon fell asleep on Newt’s head and wouldn’t leave even when class was over. Newt had to wait for the magic to wear off so it would disintegrate. (Of course, he had named it by that point and had a meltdown when it disappeared, so Dumbledore recreates the dragon (Robert) every class and just lets Newt coo at it, even during tests.)

He conjured and charmed two giant (I mean Egypt half-animal half-man guard statue size giant) fluffy pink teddy bears that are alive and stand on either side of him like bodyguards during class. A Slytherin student punched one in the stomach once and it vomited enough M&Ms over their head to completely bury them. The student’s partner, a Ravenclaw student, punched the other one in an ill-advised burst of illogical thought and received the same treatment, but in Skittles. (Luckily their Gryffindor aro-ace friend and nonbinary Hufflepuff friend stayed after class and ate until they could move again. Safe to say no one has dared punch the bears again.) (Though I hear they do give very good hugs. And they eat homework if you ask nicely enough!)

He has a bunch of cloaks that act as portals to realms like Merlin’s Celestiums (S.G.E., Soman Chainani). He gives one to each student for tests, and they are transported to their ideal test-taking environments, complete with whatever song they feel like listening to at any given minute playing all around them. Unsurprisingly, his students have the best grades in all of Hogwarts. (He also has a secret cloak that he uses for himself, to see Grindelwald. Grindelwald has his own matching one so he can always make it home for Thursday date night.) (They have been caught. Of course they have. But no one is going to challenge Dumbledore for his right to see his husband, even if he did marry a murderer.) (Sirius and Remus used to steal the cloak for their own dates. And later on James would steal it to take the two of them on friend-dates. Inspired by that, Dumbledore made a special cloak for Mcgonogall that he gifted her on her fiftieth birthday. The smile she gave him then is his favorite of all time.)

He bickers with Fawkes constantly. This often evolves into full-fledged screaming matches with spastic hand gestures, gratuitous spit, and angry hops on both sides. Once Dumbledore drew wand on his “useless babbling bastard of a bird”. No one has bothered to tell Dumbledore that Fawkes probably can’t understand a word of their arguments. (They do evacuate the classroom when these fights start though. The last time they stayed their hair was gone for a week, and when it grew back it was glittery and pink.) (Harry looked especially fantastic. Sirius thought he looked great. He laughed until he was in tears. Harry was not amused.) (Remus was.)

Sometimes he’s absent from class and Mcgonogall teaches them instead. When asked if he’s alright, Mcgonogall simply answers, “My partner is away on personal business for the day. Now, turn to page -” Soon enough people figured out that “personal business” meant “conjugal visit with Genocidal Maniac Husband™ in prison”. They stopped asking.

He gives all of his students the red button test (without knowing what it does, do you press the red button?). Those who pass get automatic A’s and a lollipop. Those who fail get a talking pet pygmy puff. The thing that usually trips people up is that Dumbledore considers the “correct” answer to be pressing the goddamn button. (Seamus is the only one who has ever passed (enthusiastically too!). Newt half-passed because Niffy the Niffler sat on it.) (Sirius and James would have passed too if they had not been the life partners of one Remus Lupin, whose creativity with threats and extensive curse-word vocabulary rivaled Mcgonogall’s even at the tender age of fifteen.)

He has floating war maps just lying around. He plays battleship with his students on them. What he neglects to tell them is that their moves have actual consequences in the world, as the maps are magical and reflect real battles and places. When Harry finds out (he blew up Denmark, completely unawares) he shows up at Dumbledore’s door soaking wet at five-thirty in the morning with a newspaper, his fists clenched, his face red, and his chest heaving. He wouldn’t stop glaring for weeks. (Alas, Dumbledore’s glorious beard has great resistance to fire spells.) (Following an incident involving the original four Marauders in their third year. Shhh… we do not speak of that.)

He has a habit of walking into random classrooms, gesturing for a student to come with him with his finger, and then taking them to his office for teatime. He usually asks them inane questions about a specific theme (fish, pasta strainers, socks, throw pillows, mooses, etc.) for hours until finally dismissing them. It drives Mcgonogall crazy. (She’s yelled at him plenty for “kidnapping students to ask them questions you know you could easily find on that Muggle infer-het thing! They have exams, Albus -” but he just smiles at her while calmly sipping his tea and she always ends up collapsing in the chair across from him with a sigh, taking the tea from his hands and chugging it before wiping her mouth, slamming it down on the desk, and asking, “So. Fish. What’s up with them?” and Albus just beams.)

He spends half of his class lessons babbling on about how Merlin was gay for Arthur and Arthur was gay for Merlin, but not in long tangents. Just a bunch of random comments without context, warning, or explanation. (He mentions “poetry” a lot and waggles his eyebrows for some reason, so… what’s up with that? (Merlin BBC))

He overshares A LOT about his and Grindelwald’s lives. It’s a problem because 90% of the time it’s something sweet or innocent like “Oh, he brought me a tiger lily that bloomed open to show a gold and ruby ring nestled inside on our first anniversary. That’s how he proposed to me” and “He used to hum while he did the housework, you know? He’d stand in the middle of the house and close his eyes and just hum. Almost entire symphonies too, just waving his wand in the air like a conductor” to “This one time in bed he…” and there is NO warning. The amount of things these poor children’s ears have had to endure… (*shakes head in mock disappointment*)

He often cooks during class using wandless magic. The pots and pans heat themselves and float around in the air. Sometimes Dumbledore dances and then they start dancing too. He whistles and creates a base beat for the sizzling, popping, clanging, and other kitchen noises to follow. This usually happens during tests. Oh joy.

He leaves the windows open when it rains, but somehow nothing ever gets wet. Harry and Hermione have a theory that it’s protection charms. (Really it’s a spell Severus made up when he was drunk because he was angry that umbrellas don’t have enough room under them for three, and he’s always been the most self-sacrificial person in his marriage.)

He regularly makes bets with Mcgonogall about the students’ love lives. Not money, but little things the other doesn’t want to do or buy. Dumbledore usually has to handle the Marauders’ detentions or give up one of his teddy bear guards for Mcgonogall’s experimental enjoyments. Mcgonogall has to do something embarrassing or let him borrow one of her glittery hats. They should really stop making bets at this point; the stakes and the winners are dreadfully predictable. He always wins when the bet is on a student’s sexuality or gender and she always wins when the bet is on who a student will end up with. Nonetheless, the bets continue. So too does their grumbling amusement.

He figured out how to make a broom invisible when he and Grindelwald first fell in love, so they could be showy with each other at their Greater Good rallies. They later used it for dates, prison breaks, and daring escapes complete with kisses under the moon. Once Grindelwald went to Azkaban, Dumbledore used it to find some privacy where he could grieve. Now, he uses it to travel around his classroom and Hogwarts and trick everyone into thinking he can fly by sheer will. Only Mcgonogall knows his secret. (And Severus, but Dumbledore doesn’t know that because he told him when he was black out drunk. So.)

He lets pygmy puffs sleep in his beard. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

He once taught class while teetering on his feet because he had somehow gotten himself tangled in Christmas lights from shoulders to ankles and couldn’t move. (Sirius wandered in and saw this, cried he was laughing so hard, and then warbled his off-key way through as many Christmas carols as he could remember for the rest of class.) (Dumbledore tried to Silencio him but just fell over trying to make the wand movement. He broke his nose. Sirius almost had a panic attack because he couldn’t breathe from how hard he was laughing. By the end of this he had curled up in a fetal position on the floor, Remus was lying down next to him and muttering jokes to him, Mcgonogall was trying to fix Dumbledore’s face, and Severus had taken over the class. Not that they got much done - James was visiting that day. And him, Sirius, and Remus all laughing about the same thing rarely leads to a quiet and calm learning environment.) (They gave him a joint present of rainbow Christmas lights for his birthday - “Happy Gay Day, Professor!” - and he was not amused.) (Grindelwald was though. So was everyone else.)

He tends to mix up holidays in his head and often decorates for the wrong one. He goes all out too. He’s kind of a disaster, and so is his classroom. It became such a problem that the Marauders actually took pity on him and made him a very big calendar with all the holidays marked on it in glitter and fake jewels and flowers. It sits behind his desk and occasionally works.) (Occasionally.)

He’s queerplatonic partners with Mcgonogall. They held a friend-wedding and forced Severus to be the flowergirl. Harry officiated, Remus was Dumbledore’s best man, Sirius was Mcgonogall’s, James wasn’t given a job cause he was crying too much, Lily was in charge of taking care of James, and Peter was the ring bearer (he only lost them TWICE and they were ring pops anyway). Mcgonogall screeches at him a lot and Dumbledore can be depressive and neglectful because he misses Grindelwald but they love each other so it works. (And they’re the prime source of advice for James, Sirius, and Remus regarding their own queerplatonic relationship, for better or for worse.)

He puts his feet up on the desk even though it’s bad for his knees. Mcgonogall told him it’s bad for his knees and he has stubbornly put them up there every class since. (His knees are killing him but he will not give in to “a paranoid, batty old witch who doesn’t know shit about what’s good for me and wouldn’t if she was hit with an Imperio and I told her -” “I’M YOUR FUCKING PARTNER, YOU BLASPHEMOUS ARROGANT BRAT OF AN OLD FART!”)

Instead of walking around his classroom, he struts. (Yes, it worsens his knees.) He does strike poses, he does make obnoxious expressions, and he does look fabulous. WORK! (Yes, that was a Hamilton reference.)

He once taught class without a face because Mcgonogall cursed him for “fucking up the alphabetical organization of my tea, you old twit. Honestly, Albus, it’s not that hard”. (How did he teach without a mouth, you ask? Easy, he used intermediate BSL (deaf students, plus Azkaban isn’t great on old men’s ears and he and Grindelwald are both gettin’ up there) and Sirius interpreted.) (Incredibly wrongly, crudely, and foul-mouth-ly, but nonetheless he interpreted.)

He has difficulty understanding the straight people in his class. He is fully accepting of everyone and wants the best for all of them, but when it comes to relationship advice, he’s shit.

Excerpt pulled from Pensieve of a conversation he had with a student who identified as female:

Dumbledore: “So your boyfriend is a dick, is what you’re saying?”

Student’s best friend: “Yes. Merlin, he’s such a dick. Would you believe he -”

Dumbledore: *looks at student and points to her best friend* “Why don’t you just date her?”

*cue red faces and sputtering*

(They did not take his advice.)

He wears bowties ALL THE TIME. If he’s not wearing a bowtie, there are bows in his hair and tying the ends of his beard together. Once he wore pigtails. It was great.

He has a habit of bursting into song randomly and performing full-blown Broadway musical numbers (yes, he can rap Guns and Ships at full speed). This usually involves all of the complex moves to be expected in a musical - dramatically climbing up the stairs while looking forlorn, leaping onto the desk and squatting as you launch into a whispered limerick, speedy costume changes - you know, the works. Sometimes Sirius and James back him up, if they’re there. Severus will take over teaching with a bored look on his face (“What are you looking at, Harry?” “Dad, there’s -” “I don’t see anything interesting happening, Harry.” *glares*) while Mcgonogall screeches at Dumbledore to “GET THE FUCK DOWN, YOU NARCISSISTIC HEATHEN!” It’s a problem.

When the Marauders challenge the dress code, Dumbledore is the first Professor to encourage it. While Sirius is perfectly confident in a skirt and Regulus isn’t far behind (neither is Severus, surprisingly), James and Remus are far more insecure. Dumbledore wears a tutu to class one day to show his support, and Remus wouldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day. (James just turned bright red and beamed when Sirius started laughing.) He also backed Lily up when she wore pants (along with Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary) by convincing Mcgonogall to wear pantsuits for a week. (Sirius, despite being a hardcore gay, was quite affected by this. Remus did not appreciate the water spit in his face and refused to kiss Sirius for a week.)

He plays Cecily Smith (Will Connolly) on the ukulele on late nights and stares out at the stars thinking of Grindelwald. Sometimes he forgets to turn off the Sonorus from earlier that day and ends up broadcasting his little song to the whole school. Sirius and Remus will dance to it in the common room while James watches his partners with a happy smile on his face (and Peter sleeps, because he’s tired and doesn’t force himself to stay up simply for the purpose of being cool or finishing that one assignment that isn’t due for another two weeks) (I’m sorry, do you feel called out?).

This man has weed brownies stashed away in his desk and he does eat them during class. He also offered one to Remus once, who is the only student that knows about the stash and tends to use marijuana for medical purposes (helping with anxiety and pain regarding the full moon, courtesy of my beautiful girlfriend who has never read nor seen Harry Potter but nonetheless insists to me that Remus Lupin is a stoner who wears red beanies). This prompted Sirius to ask for one, which Dumbledore refused, but then James joined in and they started a riot by standing on their desks and pumping their fists in the air and screaming, “BROWNIES FOR ALL!” while Remus giggled into his hand and was no help at all, so Dumbledore gave them each a brownie just to shut them up. (Sirius wouldn’t stop rambling about how pretty Remus’ eyes were, James was babbling on about unicorns, Severus was hissing at something no one else could see, Regulus was hissing at the same thing for some reason, Peter was crying because he couldn’t tell the difference between hamsters and gerbils and guinea pigs, and Lily was muttering pi under her breath until she fell asleep.) (Mcgonogall was unimpressed.) (No teatime for eight weeks. Damn.)

Dumbledore cares about all of his students, however little he shows it. He wants them to lead a better life than he did. And maybe fall in love with better people than he did.

#albus dumbledore #albus wulfric percival brian dumbledore #mcgonogall &x dumbledore #&x means queerplatonic i have just decided #grindledore #wolfstar #james &x remus &x sirius #severus & mcgonogall & dumbledore #james x lily x severus #albus dumbledore is a crackhead 2021 #i dunno please enjoy this shit #i'm really fucking tired #harry potter #have a nice day y'all

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writtenonreceipts · 4 years ago

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How about 4. “I shouldn’t be this attracted to an elf” for rowaelin from the Christmas prompt list?

I had way too much fun with this. I wrote it quick and sweet.

Santa and his Helpers

Aelin Galathynius did not hate her job. Quite the opposite in fact. She taught high school English—mostly to the juniors and seniors—and it was one of the most rewarding things to experience. Especially when a proclaimed despiser of Charlotte Bronte turned around by the end of the year having written a full-fledged essay about the merits of understanding Jane Eyre in all its complexity and over-zealous language.

The only thing that made the job even more worth while was the fact that she coached for the girls’ basketball team.

Unfortunately, it was basketball that partially made her life slightly miserable.

It was all thanks to one Rowan Whitethorn, the head coach for the boys’ team. To say that he and Aelin didn’t get along was putting it lightly.

The found every opportunity to fight. When the boys took up too much time in the gym after their week for the early practice time slot or when the boys didn’t clean up enough after themselves.

It got especially worse when Whitethorn, who also worked as a history teacher in the school, attempted to say that there was no literary merit to the fantasy genre.

Aelin was going to stuff an unabridged copy of The Lord of the Rings down his throat and see how he like that.

Things did not improve as the sports season progressed. Especially not when both the boys and girls were forced to have a holiday party together due to over booking at the Sports Center in down town Terrasen.

“It’s his fault,” Aelin grumbled to Lysandra.

Lysandra rolled her eyes and shoved a plate of cookies into Aelin’s hands. The one saving grace with the basketball season was having Lys as her assistant coach and the both of them could complain together about anything and everything.

“Please Aelin,” Lysandra said sipping at her hot chocolate.

While the kids from both teams ran around the sports center choosing to play pick-up games of basketball, climb on a rock wall, or settle on video games—the two manned the treats table. Mostly so Aelin could stuff her face with homemade goods the mothers had all provided.

“He’s an ass, I’m sure he did it on purpose,” Aelin insisted.

“Can we please stop this and have you just admit that you’re kind of attracted to him?” Lysandra asked.

Nearly choking on her cookie, Aelin shot a somewhat terrified look at her best friend. “Excuse me?”

“Well he’s obviously gorgeous,” Lysandra said casually. “Even you can’t deny that. Plus, there’s always been some sort of—”

“If you say sexual tension, I will call Aedion and tell him you’re pregnant,” Aeilin threatened.

Lysandra gasped, one hand going to her belly. “You wouldn’t. I have been planning revealing this thing for a week.”

“The day I say that Rowan Whitethorn is attractive is the day that you know I have lost my mind,” Aelin said.

Making a noise of disbelief, Lysandra left Aelin for a moment while she went to talk to some of the girls from the team.

Aelin shook her head. The brunette had to be having some very, very, strange pregnancy hormones going on to think that Aelin would be attracted to Rowan Whitethorn. He was arrogant. A hard ass. Never knew how to have fun. It didn’t matter that yes; he was basically a god with a very nicely sculpted body. But that didn’t make up for anything else.

Eating another cookie to avoid more than a nod to a few of the parents, Aelin shook her head. Rowan Whitethorn would certainly be the death of her.

“Ho, ho, ho!”

Aelin glanced up to the doors of the lobby as one Fenrys Moonbeam strut in decked out in a full Santa costume. Beard askew and all.

All the boys let out whopping cheers and grabbed their phones.

“What is he doing?” Aelin asked one of the boys that she also had in one of her classes.

The boy, Ryan, grinned. “Coach Whitethorn and Coach Moonbeam lost a bet on how many three-pointers they could sink in a minute. The team got to pick the punishment.”

Aelin watched in slight horror, slight admiration, as Fenrys bounded around the front area exchanging punches and fist bumps with the boys on the basketball team and a few of the girls. Fenrys was the favorite PE teach of the school. Especially given his easy attitude and love of teaching.

“You look great Fenrys,” Aelin said as he approached her.

He grinned. “This thing is itchy as hell, but at least I got this and not what Rowan did.”

Aelin quirked a brow and was about to ask him what he meant when the man in question entered.

Dressed in a green coat and green leggings like something out of the movie Elf, Rowan Whitethorn sulked into the room.

The entirety of the boys’ team whooped and hollered. Rowan waved a hand and shook his head. Surprisingly, Aelin found, he was grinning. Flat out, no shame, grinning.

“Looking great coach!” Ryan shouted.

“I should hope so, Ryan this is your doing,” Rowan called back in response.

The entire thing was so entirely strange to Aelin that she could only stare as Rowan and Fenrys made rounds with the other players and their parents.

“Damn, he really does have a nice ass,” Lysandra said popping up beside Aelin again.

Aelin nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden appearance. She really hoped Lys hadn’t noticed her blatant staring at Rowan, but with the way Lysandra was grinning, Aelin knew she was not going to experience a miracle that night.

“Seriously?” Aelin was about to give her friend a hard time when Rowan came over to the refreshment table, accepting a hot chocolate from Lysandra.

“Nicely done, Rowan,” Lysandra said. She looked him over with appreciation. “Though you really should have found some pointy ears.

“The tights are bad enough,” Rowan said seriously. “I’m gonna make Ryan pay for this.”

Aelin couldn’t help but laugh. The man looked so ridiculous and outside of his comfort zone that she still couldn’t get over the fact that he’d actually dressed up. Rowan shot her a scowl.

They glared at each other with such ferocity that Aelin wondered if one of them would spontaneously combust. Then she decided to make the best of this situation and she broke into a feral grin. Rowan frowned, just slightly.

“Whitehorn, who knew tights were such a good look for you,” she purred, immensely pleased when his cheeks reddened just barely.

“I see you didn’t have any trouble finding an ugly sweater this year, Galathynius,” Rowan replied gesturing to her sweater. It was a mess of tinsel and stitching and cats wearing sweaters themselves while decorating a tree. She loved it.

“I plan on wearing it up until break starts,” she said.

Rowan surprised her once again by smirking—almost laughing with her over the idea. Then Fenrys called him over to have a layup competition with a few of the girls and boys of the different teams.

Aelin didn’t even care if Lysandra saw her staring.

“I shouldn’t be this attracted to an elf,” Aelin finally admitted, much to her chagrin.

Lysandra howled in laughter and nearly fell into Aelin’s arms.

tags: @tottenhamboys20 @morganofthewildfire @aelinchocolatelover @more-espresso-less-depresso-xx @bamchickawowow @ladywitchling @ireallyshouldsleeprn @aelinfeyreeleven945tbln

#aelin and rowan #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin au #rowaelin #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin galathynius

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getdownkyh · 4 years ago

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Win - Win (m) | Jae | smut, gamerbf!Jae | 1.2k words

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In essence it was a cute date idea. Jae had a new 2-player game he wanted to try out, so he spent the entire evening setting up, new controllers and all. You were a decent gamer on your part, but your playing hours definitely could not match up to Jae’s. The concept of the game was also entirely new to you, but that seemed to just make Jae even more eager to play with you, “I’ll hard carry you babe. Ain’t that cute?”

It did sound cute, you weren’t gonna lie, so that was how you ended up at his place, snacks in hand, hair and makeup done and wearing one of his oversized sweaters over your tennis skirt. Jae cooed at your appearance, before shoving you a cat ear headphones, telling you it would truly complete your gamer girl look.

It was peaceful and you were having fun, so far, nestled next to him on his bed, eyes on the screen in front. What could go wrong in a lazy gaming session anyway?

You were so wrong. It was cute when the both of you died within the first 2 tries. But 30 minutes in and you barely got over the second level. You spammed the attack button repeatedly, only to get the Defeat screen blinking at you tauntingly.

Jae laughed next to you, as he threw his character over the cliff to restart the game. You felt dumb, and equally frustrated, especially at the fact that you were the only one struggling with it now, with him already picking up the mechanics of the game 5 minutes in. You huffed out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, fanning your face, slightly regretting your wardrobe choice now.

Jae chuckled next to you, “Babe you gotta, wait, aim and then shoot. In that order.”

You looked at the screen pointedly, “What do you think I’ve been doing for the past hour?”

“You aimed, waited and then tried to shoot.” He said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“This is stupid.” You said, yanking the headphones off your head.

He reached out towards your wrist, gently grasping, “Hey, hey, calm down. You’re not stupid.”

You looked at him directly, “The game’s stupid, not me.”

He chuckled, which was probably not an appropriate response but he couldn’t help it, seeing your eyebrows furrowed and bottom lips nervously tugged between your teeth as you stressed out. Cute. “Babe, it’s just a game.”

You pulled your hand away from him, throwing the controller over the pillow next to you, “Then why are you so into it?”

Jae stilled, stifling a smile. He wasn’t exactly into the game either truth be told, but he was definitely into you. Especially with how cute you looked when you were annoyed and ready to rage quit.

Exactly 2 seconds passed in silence before he was grasping your wrist again, “Ah, what the hell.” he tugged you closer to him, joystick forgotten by his side.

He tilted his head to the side, fully kissing you as he pulled you towards him. It was messy, the clashing of your lips midway, his fingers circling your wrist, your hands grabbing his hoodie, before pushing his chest as you moved to sit on his lap, the kiss never disconnecting throughout, progressing into a full-fledged makeout session.

You whined in annoyance, you came here to fight, and you were ready to argue with the game developers, but your body had a mind of its own, refusing to pull away from how good Jae’s lips and tongue felt on your own. You balled your fists on his chest, pressing onto him as a form of small protest, and he groaned, causing what little control you still had to waver.

His fingers that were wound around your right wrist were still there, thumb feeling your pulse point but his other hand started fiddling with the edge of your skirt, brushing your thigh in the process. You shifted, pressing yourself onto him when you felt his hand fondling with your thigh, moving closer and closer towards your core.

Jae wasted no time, skilled fingers pushing your panties to the side, smirking into the kiss when he felt how wet you were, and pressing the tip of his finger in front of your opening. You failed to contain your moan when he started drawing circles with his middle finger, and you eventually broke away from the kiss, gasping when you felt the slender digit entering you, speed painfully slow, making you aware of every crook of his finger.

He pulled out, the tip of his finger scraping your inner walls, and then pushed in again, wiggling his finger as he did so, pressing on all your sensitive points, making you quiver on top of him, your fists pressing harder into his chest. “Jae..” you sighed.

He hummed in response, moving to insert another finger into you, pumping them fast, cutting off your attempt at speaking. Your fingers were shaking as you unfurled them, grabbing his shoulders instead as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Instinctively, with his shoulders somewhat stabilising you, you started fucking yourself onto his fingers, him fully cooperating by thrusting his fingers into you every time you sunk down, and pulling them out each time you lifted your hips. The two of you found a rhythm fairly quickly, and with the way his palm was pressing into your clit with every bounce, you were thrown off the edge fairly quickly too.

Your impending orgasm was felt by both of you. You, through the way you felt your stomach sinking lower and lower, feeling like someone poured gasoline onto your lower region. Him, through the way you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, teeth abusing your swollen lower lips at this point, and the feel of your cunt clamping down onto his fingers, no longer unclenching.

“That’s it, come on my fingers.”

Not like you needed to be told, but hearing him say it gave you that final push, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen unraveling, the instant wave of euphoria flooding your senses. The way your body trembled in a pleasurable state on top of him caused Jae to groan sinfully, pride swelling in his chest as he slowed down his fingering speed, eventually stopping with his fingers fully sheathed in you and you rocking your hips lazily.

He dragged his fingers out of you, smiling when you flopped onto his body, face buried in his chest. “My fingers are that good huh?”

You whipped your head up, making a face at him and he laughed. “Feel better now? Up for another round?” He nodded towards the screen.

You pressed your fingers into his chest, “Are you serious right now?”

“If we win, you’ll feel better. If we lose, you’ll get frustrated and I’ll get to fuck you out of your frustration again. Win-win for me.” He chuckled.

You furrowed your eyebrows in feigned annoyance, “How would you like it if I just randomly drag you out midgame and starting jerking you off?”

“I’d like that very much actually.”

You groaned, “You would, wouldn’t you.”

He kissed your cheek, laughing, “Win-win-win.”

#jae #jae smut #jaehyung smut #day6 smut

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sassooda · 3 years ago

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 22 - Familial Ties 🔞

w/c - 5,892

Choso is on his way to Itadori. He could create a portal but found that he wouldn’t mind using the time it took completing the distance on foot so he could arrange his thoughts. He’s planning on bringing Itadori into the understanding, giving him all the knowledge he’s idly kept to himself over the years. He’s not even sure where to begin but only hopes that he’ll be able to properly explain everything to him. It seems that even with a slowed pace and shortened steps, Choso ends up in front of the door before he knew it. He takes a moment to collect himself, breathing in deeply. ‘Maybe I should start off with the good news about Elska…’. He knocks on the door lightly and announces that it’s him.

“Ummm…come in?” Itadori sounds confused that he’d be treated with the courtesy of the warning before entry.

Choso opens the door with a nervous demeanor, eyes primarily looking at the shabby floor as he turns to shut the door behind him. He’s so anxious that he forgets all of his words completely and upon raising his eyes, sees an agitated Itadori. He wishes maybe he would’ve taken after Naoya in preparation of his room, it being dingy and plain in comparison to Elska’s.

“You’re Choso, right?” Itadori’s arms are folded into his shaman uniform while he sits in the cushion of the yellow couch that was placed in the room. “I thought you were on our side, you helped us rescue Gojo didn’t you?”

“I did, yes.” Choso is struggling to find his confidence as he sits in a chair across the couch from Itadori, his black suit feeling uncomfortable. “I know you have a lot of questions…and I plan to answer them all.” He’s now relaxing into his seat as he studies Itadori’s face to judge where to go next. “For starters, Elska is going to be alright. Naoya’s with her now.”

“Naoya? I was told he’s one she needs protection from!” His body language is slightly tensed to this but finds relief in knowing that she’s alright after he was told that Getou attacked her. “She wouldn’t have been put in that situation if you’d left us alone.” He’s not sure what to make of this situation yet, nor of Choso but something is telling him to listen.

“He’s not a bad man at all, he’s actually one of the greatest I’ve ever met.” He sees Itadori frown to this as he’s not convinced. “I’ll show you in a little bit but first we have to talk…I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.”

Itadori remembers Toji once saying that he would want to converse with Choso and this causes him to become more interested. There was something they knew that he definitely didn’t and feels even less alarmed about the visit now. He’s not sure how Choso would show him what he means about Naoya but he decides to let that go and so he can continue. “Ok, I’m listening then…”

“Itadori… have you ever found your inhumane strength odd?” He asks rhetorically before proceeding, “It’s because you’re not exactly human.” He waits a moment to take in Itadori’s reaction but is kind of relieved when he sees he’s not dismissing him yet.

“I’m still listening, I really have wondered about this…” Itadori leans in to where his elbows are now placed on his knees and face resting on fists as he lets Choso speak.

“To put it simply, you’re half cursed spirit in origin, like myself.” He holds his breath for a moment, “To put it even more directly…I’m actually your older brother.” He chooses this instant to hold courage in his expression as he informs Itadori of their familial ties. “I’m gathering you haven’t any memory of this though…”

“This doesn’t make any sense. How? I had a family…a human one.” Itadori is clearly puzzled and having a hard time understanding how this could be. He looks down to his hands after removing them from under his chin and asks himself, ‘There’s no way, right?’. He’s searching his brain for some kind of excuse but finds it difficult to deny Choso’s words, ‘There is something super familiar about him now that I think about it…’

“We have more brothers, others like us born of the same Kamo blood.” He sits back up in his seat as the ease of Itadori’s reactions settle him into a more composed way.

Itadori’s eyes widen to the mention of the Kamo clan, the third of the three major ones. “I still don’t really understand but that’s alright.”

“Some of our brothers are scattered around the globe, a few still sealed as I was for so long. You were too until the family that raised you in this life found you.” He smiles sadly and softens his eyes, “They seemed like good people, I’m sorry that they’re not with us anymore…” He see’s Itadori’s confusion after that statement, probably unsure of how he was able to know that. “Due to you being Sukuna’s vessel, I was tasked with keeping an eye out on you and so I have for a while now, even before you were forced into being so.”

Itadori’s brow furrows as he thinks of his past. “I did actually feel like I was always being watched.” He lightens his tone, “Not in a creepy way but it’s more like I never felt alone!” He smiles now as his mind is trying to churn all of this information at once. “Why am I here though? Is it because I’m your brother?”

“No, I would probably just approach you normally if circumstances were different.” Choso almost chuckles at the end of the statement, laughing to himself as if he knew what normal really was. He looks around the room further, ashamed that Itadori’s quarters were so plain and barren. “Getou needs Sukuna to help him defeat Gojo. He needs Elska more or less for the same thing, except she’s also been promised to Naoya by the elders.” He leans forward, closer to Itadori and lowers his voice, “But neither Naoya or myself trust Getou. I specifically aim to destroy everything he is.”

“I really don’t get it…why are you here working for him then?” Itadori is calmer than he thought he would be given the situation of his abduction. He finds this uncanny urge to trust Choso. His gut hasn’t failed him yet, more like the other way around so he internalizes these thoughts as he listens further to what he has to say. ‘…my brother?’

“Getou murdered two of our siblings.” Choso stops for a second and brings his hands together slowly as he inhales deeply. The sadness he experiences to this day is clear as the humanity within him longs for salvation of his younger brothers. “I don’t even know why but before I could intervene, Kechizu, the youngest, was killed. Shortly afterwards Eso, the middle one, perished while trying to avenge him.” His hands start to shake as he recalls how close they all were, how Choso was supposed to protect them like he swore he always would. “I’m here to ruin Getou from the inside out. He has hurt so many people and will continue to do so if he remains unchecked.” He thinks about the black-haired woman now and how he failed to save her too. He clenches his fists on his knees while looking down to the cement floors.

Itadori can’t explain why but an uncontrollable sadness washes over him as he hears Choso’s words of their family. It’s almost as if he found a part of himself that was lost for so long, only to lose it again instantly. ‘Could this really be true?’ Instead of communicating this he asks instead, “Why wait to take him out? Are you hoping he’ll fight Gojo too?”

“I actually do not care one way or another about Satoru Gojo. The only time he will concern me is if he gets in Naoya’s way with Elska. That’s also why I haven’t harmed Getou yet though, I want to help Naoya be successful in his venture.” Choso’s words trail as he remembers the golden light that cascaded over Naoya before, the sheer power that was emitted from him at that time. “There’s something strange occurring in our cursed energy world Itadori.” He looks to him with complete seriousness, “I have a feeling Gojo isn’t the only complete member of his clan.” He sees Itadori’s raised eyebrow. “I can’t say for sure how much but I can tell you Naoya has unbelievable strength that he’s yet to show anyone. I can’t figure out why he would be so intent on hiding it though. Getou claims to be an orphan with no particularly profound background but he’s so incredibly strong himself that I can’t help but wonder if that’s completely true. That power comes from somewhere at least.”

“What do you mean by a complete member?” Itadori is still struggling to keep up with everything but is trying his best to wrap his mind around it. His mind takes to different instances where he’s seen Gojo in action and is unsure about how he feels knowing there’s a possibility that Naoya or even others could posses the same realm of strength.

“Gojo is revered and feared for being the first six eyes user with all other inherited techniques in 300 years…but I have a feeling there may be other clans with the same awakening…like the Zenin’s. Naoya has unwavering power but refuses to let anyone know and I’m beginning to wonder if his desire for confidentiality is due to him possessing the Zenin’s ancient techniques as well.” He leans back further and crosses his own arms as he thinks out loud. “Getou’s strength in itself would hold as a full fledge member but I don’t know which clan his techniques stem from…I’ve never seen or heard of gravity manipulation branching form a lineage.” Choso’s eyes widen in a moment of clarity. “Sukuna might recognize it though, he’s around 1,000 years old!” His eyes shift back to Itadori, “I don’t want you to worry about that right now though, keep your body for yourself.”

“So you’re saying there are others that could potentially be as strong as Gojo sensei?” Itadori’s mouth drops as he thinks of that and fears what that could mean. “Even so, you want to help Naoya but what if I told you that Gojo will stop at nothing to get her back?”

“That’s partially why the elders have concocted this atrocious plan��they’re hoping for him to attack and initiate the proper means for the elders to vanquish him. If killing him is out of the question I’m sure they won’t hesitate to have him sealed once more.” He sighs as he relives the scene of Naoya holding the dying Elska. His heart shivers at the echoes of his cries that rang through him. “Naoya truly cares about her and I believe him when he says he would never cause her harm. When she was hurt, he fell apart…I’ve never seen him so emotional before…”

“Sukuna isn’t the most cooperative you know and I also would never give him control to fight Gojo sensei. Not ever.” It’s not often that Itadori speaks so coldly but he can’t help but frown internally about some of the information received. “You would have to fight me and I doubt Elska would ever be convinced to go against him either.” He knows Elska and Gojo love each other and although he oddly trusts Choso, he can’t help but disagree about her being better off with Naoya.

“I don’t want you giving control to Sukuna either. I detest the thought of you being used like that to hurt the ones you love, regardless of how I feel about them.” He sees Itadori’s eyes light up to this and gives a shy smile to emphasize he was being truthful. “Is there no way that Sukuna would work with us temporarily?” He asks Itadori know more than well enough it was unlikely. The curse is not exactly known for being reasonable.

“I can try and ask him but I don’t think so…there would have to be something in it for him, probably something terrible.” He throws his arms up in the air to stretch while still sitting, “Plus, Gojo sensei had to suppress Sukuna yesterday so I don’t think he’ll be out for a while.”

“What do you mean ‘suppressed’ him?” Choso looks distressed and wide eyed.

“He came out when we saw… something strange and he tried to attack Toji, Gojo and Elska. I think he was trying to take Elska, wanting to…umm…breed I guess with her…” His expression is of embarrassment as he considers he would’ve had to sit front row for that show. “I remember enough but when I woke back up, I didn’t even feel the usual strain from keeping him at bay all of the time like I usually do. It made sense when Gojo told me he locked him down.” Itadori places his hands in his lap as he goes to rest back against the cushion, feeling very casual with Choso and finding himself to respect the honesty he’s receiving.

“That doesn’t make sense…you can’t just suppress Sukuna…” Choso has brought his hands together, palms flush against each other while the tips of his fingers nudge into his chin.

“What do you mean?” Itadori is perplexed at this statement as he’s living the proof that he definitely could be subdued. He has to do it all of the time.

“It just doesn’t work that way with an outsider…he would have had to made a deal with the curse.” He’s now staring at Itadori with concern, not understanding fully what took place. “…and you’ve not felt any issue with him since the occurrence took place?”

“I mean I still hear him in my head but he’s not trying to overthrow my consciousness.” He’s now finding it odd too, although not wanting to doubt his sensei. “I trust Gojo did what he had to…” Itadori speaks with conviction but now is seriously starting to wonder what it could have been if there was indeed a pact involved. He said it himself just moments ago, in order for Sukuna to cooperate there would have to be some kind of reward or benefit…something awful more than likely. He thinks of everyone back at the academy and wishes he had everyone’s brain power to help him sift through all he’s learned. His expression lights up as he raises to his to face Choso again. “I need to let the others know we’re ok!” He’s now overcome with haste to prompt the others as to what’s going on.

“Toji has been calling me nonstop but I’m afraid to bring anyone else into the fold. Getou is extremely lethal and he needs to be handled prudently.” With regret in his eyes he asks, “We can make contact with them soon, just not yet. Please, try to understand…”

Itadori still thinks it’s best to let the others know that they’re ok but also isn’t in the best position to make demands. “I don’t like that part but I’ll wait just a little while.” He’s still looking at Choso, “As soon as it’s ok though, please tell them…I know they’ll worry about us.” He hopes Megumi is doing alright and that Gojo sensei hasn’t lost his mind at them disappearing. “Everyone is against her becoming a Zenin though too, you should know that.”

He feels terrible for having to ask Itadori to wait to inform his friends but knows it’s absolutely for the best. He’ll probably have a lot of explaining to do when this is all over in order to keep it amicable with Itadori’s party. “I’m grateful that you’ve been so understanding about all of this, I appreciate your willingness to learn about the situation before acting.” He smiles to Itadori again, “As far as her and Naoya go, like I said before, it’s better if I just show you.” Itadori nods to him slowly and can tell he was waiting for that to be explained. “This is how I was able to watch over you for so long.”

Choso moves to the couch next to Itadori who gladly scoots over to see what he meant. He draws the oval into the air and maps the path to Elska’s quarters. He opens his eyes abruptly when he hears her and Naoya moaning loudly into each other.

“Ahhh!!! WAIT… This isn’t what I meant!” His eyes widen and he becomes red in tint as he embarrassingly moves to look to Itadori for assurance that he doesn’t think he’s a freak. Itadori’s eyes blare open as blushes immediately. He rips his gaze away from the window and stares into the floor awkwardly. It seems like Elska and Naoya were at the end of their sexual floundering but he was still nervous about what Itadori would feel about that and goes to wipe the technique until he hears Getou’s voice.

“No…not again…” Choso is fluster free as he waits to see exactly what Getou is up to by being in there. He’s ready to move if he strikes against Naoya or her. “…Getou.”

“That’s Getou? What is he doing?” Itadori is watching Getou sit on the bed as Naoya and Elska sit bare into each other. The angle doesn’t show their nudity, aside from Naoya’s ass so he’s not terribly bothered by it but feels uncomfortable for Elska as the supposed dangerous man creeps closer to them. ‘Is she with Naoya too?’ His confusion increases.

“I don’t know but if he attacks them then the plans change.” He feels his body tensing up as he quickly tries to come up with alternatives that would suffice if shit hits the fan. “What he did to her was unacceptable…I know it’s taking everything in Naoya to let him live.”

Itadori is watching the way Naoya stands in between Getou and Elska, seeing the fire in his expression. He doesn’t seem as possessive as Gojo even while claiming her at the top of his lungs to Getou’s face. Only the worst of rumors have met his ears about the Zenin clan but everything Naoya is displaying with Elska actually goes against it all. They didn’t value women for anything aside from bearing children, he knew that much. Naoya seems to really care for her well-being though, at least in this interaction. He tenses up too as he sees Getou side step to see Elska.

“He’s a really bad man Itadori, we can’t let him have his way.” Choso’s brow is furrowed until he see’s Getou leaving the room. “His plan is become an elder, this job is from the elders. If he can ascend to such heights then we will be in a world of hurt.” He then looks to Itadori who is watching Naoya protectively console Elska while watching the door to make sure Getou left. “I am so thankful that didn’t escalate…but I wonder why he went back? Surely he knew Naoya would be with her after what happened…”

“I don’t know but I’m glad too.” Itadori’s eyes are still still curiously trained onto Naoya and Elska, wondering if something happened between her and Gojo to make her be so seemingly ok with being with Naoya. ‘Everything seemed fine before we left…’ but then he remembers how strange it was that Toji was there naked in their room with them. ‘I completely forgot about that!’ He thinks for a moment but then hollers out, “Toji!! Toji is like her but I’m pretty sure he needs Elska to feed from! He’s my best friend’s dad…” His heart sinks as he thinks of the stress the others must be under with them both missing. It’s more than just being upset at their vanishing, Elska was actually imperative for Toji as far as he knows.

“Naoya and I are already working on how to handle that. We both care for Toji too and will not see him undone by this.” Choso relays a warm smile as he assures Itadori that no harm will come to anyone if they can help it.

“That’s…incredible…thank you.” Itadori feels his trust was not misplaced in Choso and is still finding himself surprised by how kind the powerful being is.

“I will try to arrange it so you and Elska can visit with one another. I know that would probably be nice for both of you.” Choso goes to stand, feeling lighter than ever as his fears fall away about Itadori’s judgment of him. “For now though, I’m going to figure out how we can take care of Toji too.” He starts walking to the door but is stopped as Itadori calls out to him.

“I still need to let everything soak in but Choso…” Itadori is leaning forward in the yellow cushion, “If you’re really my brother…then I’m happy for that, you seem like a good person.” He smiles to Choso meaning every inch of his visible affection.

“That brings me the upmost joy.” Choso feels like his heart may have mended slightly from the loss of his other brothers. He was never going to let harm befall Itadori. He was going to be the greatest big brother that has ever lived.

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Getou found himself extremely irritated with the pressure in his groin. ‘Why do I suddenly want to impale that bitch?’ He’s made it back to his new quarters, although he can’t ignore his disappointment that his lovely black-haired beauty was gone. He never meant for her to die, she actually refrained from breathing even after he released his grasp from around her neck…she genuinely was never going to submit. “Now I have nothing to fuck.”

He sits back in his brown modern wingback chair as he sighs his frustrations into the air. His eyes are strapped to the ceiling while he storms his brain for an explanation. “Something is definitely up with that fucking girl…” He brings his gaze back down to his lap and knows he’s going to just have to take care of it. Not even the walk minimized the blood flow, he was still throbbingly hard. “Ugh…fuck…”

He unzips his suit pants and lifts his hips so he can push them down to his knees. His bulge is prominent through his light grey briefs. As he slides those down as well, he grabs himself and begins to stroke. He tries to picture his black-haired goddess, the one he wanted for so long but the disappointment of her resistance causes his hands to stop the jerking motions. Not even his fondest memories of debauchery of with her were doing it for him. “Fucking women… almost completely useless creatures.” He closes his eyes and begins to pump himself again but this time his mind takes to Elska.

He’s imagining how entitling it would feel to pummel her throat with his length. “Maybe then she wouldn’t have anything distasteful to say.” He’s actually finding himself very turned on by the idea as he pictures how pitiful her face would be as her tears flow down her face to his stretching. “Mmmmmm” He’s liking the idea more and more as he visualizes her lips meeting the base of his member, him jutting his hips into her to further abuse the situation. He can almost hear her gagging as he continuously spreads her throat. Her trying to push him away while he absolutely controls the situation sends a twinge to his testicles. “Fuck…yes…”

He’d wrap his hand into her brown hair and yank her off so he could see her disheveled expression as her saliva connects them both. He would then degrade her verbally, call her a slut and make her say that she liked it before slamming himself back into her mouth. He might even spit on her and smear it with his glistening tip. His hand finds an increased rhythm as he pictures fucking her face so horribly that her eyes can’t even remain open… but that’s when he’d command her to look at him. When she fails to do so he’d remove himself from her mouth hastily and slap her a few times…the last one being hard enough for her to fall to her side.

He figures she would try to scurry away but he’d grab the chains wrapped around her and pull her back towards him while she screams out in horror. Her stomach would have contact with the floor but he’d use her metal restraints to bound her arms behind her back as he straddles her flattened body from over top. He allows his imagination to run wild as he forces himself into her completely while she lies on the floor in displeasure. “Take it like the nasty little whore you are.” He mumbles to himself as he continues to yank himself off. He’s so hard by this point he’s unsure of how long he’ll last like this but is salivating as the imagined scenario plays further.

She would likely still fight him, so he’d have to use his body weight to keep her pinned as he violently thrusts into her. It wouldn’t be fun to use his technique. He even pictures her crying his name out in distress and finds it so exhilarating that he almost felt himself get close to releasing. “God…I would fucking dominate her…” His brow furrows as his eyes remained closed, fist still engulfing his extension rapidly. He then wonders what it would be like to do so in front of Naoya. He bites his lip and he entices himself further to the depravity of breaking him while simultaneously breaking her in. It would be better if Gojo were there too though.

Naoya would be trapped by gravity no doubt but would be purposefully positioned in such a way that the only thing he could see would be Getou splitting her. He’d probably yell to no end, announcing threat after threat as he helplessly watches her body bounce off the floor from his crude impacts. He’d then grab her by the neck and bend her backwards so she’d have to look up to Naoya.

“He’s not such a great prince now, is he?” While her tears roll down her face, he’d snap his hips a few times for additional effect as she’s made to take it all. He imagines she’d somehow be sopping wet from this as he grips his length a few times to simulate her spasms around him. “Fuuuck…” his light moans now erupt as he continues. He can see himself laughing in her ear, mocking her whines before pulling out from her and lining up for a different type of punishment. He’d broadcast boisterously to Naoya that he was going to ruin every useable orifice of hers, reveling in the fear that would stem from them both. He bets that as he nudges into her rear she would wince and attempt to scoot, attempt to run away from him. He of course wouldn’t allow that.

As he pictures himself ramming relentlessly, he can’t help but let the thoughts of him wrecking her all over bring him to his release. The images in his mind are so fucking wonderful that he just keeps replaying that specific switch of holes over and over until he’s finally filling his hand with his contents.

Upon opening his eyes, he certainly felt relieved but also is disgusted in himself for thinking of her to get there. “What a fucking mess.” He looks to his hand that’s seeping DNA and stands to halfway pull his pants up to go wash his hands, trying not to do drip on the suit along the way. He’s confused as to why he had felt so compelled do that, why he wasn’t able to stave off masturbating. “I have to figure out what it is about her that causes these…issues.” He’s lost in thought as he washes his hands extensively, not meaning to for as long as he was. He turns the water off at the porcelain sink and dries his hands on a rough green towel hanging on the grey papered wall near it. He would rather not use his clan technique to spy on her but feels it might be necessary to get to the bottom of things. It’s that or he jeopardizes the entire operation by going back to her room and fucking her senseless. He’d be forced to kill Naoya then too. “There’s too much on the line.”

He then thinks to grab his phone, he has a lot of updates to report.

He dials the number, it being saved into his memory versus the phone. As it rings, he holds the phone between shoulder and chin as he fastens his pants again. He’s trying to pretend that he didn’t just fuck his hand to the thought of her. ‘Unacceptable’. The phone line picks up after the third ring and he’s met with a voice on the other end.

“I would just like to inform you that we have them both.” A smirk now forms across his lips as he’s happy to finally be able to say that. “We still don’t have Gojo but with the girl and the vessel here, we can corrupt them and force them to join us.”

“We can certainly try with the vessel but there are major risks that pose a threat with repeating the same manipulations on the girl’s mind.” The tone of the male voice on the other end is calm but also domineering. “If her mind breaks, we can’t hope to predict what that will mean.”

“Why is everyone so concerned about this? We can just fucking kill her if it doesn’t work. She’s not as necessary as you all seem to think.” Getou is irritated by that response, he would really rather the bitch be out of the equation totally…he truly does not want to be adhered to her.

“You still have much to learn Getou, do not act rashly.” The other person clears their throat. “If she loses control, we don’t know how powerful she will be. We cannot guarantee that we’ll be able to contain it.”

“Well she certainly isn’t going to accept her fate with me either, I can almost assure that.” Getou’s frustration is obvious as he unknowingly taps his fingers along the surface of the table in front of him.

“She doesn’t have to be willing, she just needs to remain unharmed. I know you detest the idea but you have to keep her safe, she’s just part of the bigger the picture.”

“Tch. You’re right, I definitely don’t care for that.” Getou is now twirling the ends of his hair that have escaped his bun. He was smarter than to let them know of his recent theft of her wing, he knew that wasn’t allowed. “When can we get this ball rolling again?”

“You should have a meeting coming up in the next couple of days with the elders. Just keep your focus and mind yourself for a short while longer. Everything is going rather smoothly now.”

“I have a feeling that Zenin may try to undermine me, he’s hiding something important, I can tell.” He thinks of Naoya’s drastic change in personality within the last few months, ashamed in his former accomplice’s weakness for the girl. “What do I do if he tries to take her?”

“You don’t allow that to happen.” The voice is now dreadful with seriousness, “You’re the next head of the clan so you will have to behave as such and be able to navigate these kinds of situations. We’ve waited 900 years for someone like you to be born again, you cannot mess this up.”

Getou slams his fist down on table. “Just let me kill the fucker and it’ll be dealt with! What’s the point of having all of this power if I can’t use it to wipe out our enemies?”

“You will get your chance to but you first have to face Satoru…or have you given up on that timeless revenge?”

“Of course not, I am eager to hurt that fucking cunt…we’re just so close and I’m losing my patience.” Getou realizes this revelation as he speaks it out loud. He’s usually so good about waiting, he has for all these years anyways so what’s a few more weeks or even a month? Getou thinks of his mentor and all of the admiration he had for him, how Gojo himself snuffed the one light in his life.

When Getou was a child of age 5, he had a typical temper tantrum for not receiving his way, most kids do. The difference here was in this same moment, all of his abilities came to fruition from the astronomical magnitude of emotions he experienced. Being so young, he was not able to control the feelings nor was he aware of it being a problem, he simply just felt them. Without meaning to, Getou unleashed his gravity technique and slowly crushed his parents to death, horridly watching the life fade from them as their cries silenced to trade for growing amounts of surrounding blood. He hadn’t a way of understanding that was even him that caused it, he was just plastered in place, immobilized by fear. This was a moment of evolution in his life being that he was then recognized as the long-awaited youth that reclaimed the clan’s ancient techniques. His growth came at the price of his heart for the memory is so fucking horrifically shattering, he can still recall it clearly to this day. Often times it takes place of his dreams causing him to constantly feel tired and unrested.

He was secretly celebrated amongst his clan’s elders and people after this, them all putting the faith and responsibility of absolute greatness on the young boy’s shoulder. He may have developed differently had he more support but the same members also feared his capabilities and much like Gojo in a sense, suffered the duality of his existence. There was only one man that had the strength in his heart to raise Getou, to provide him with the backbone he so desperately needed. Genghis Temujin.

Gojo’s killed so many in their clan and each death weighs on Getou but he can never move beyond the fact that his mentor suffered extremely at Gojo’s hands. ‘Experiments…’ It’s been years since the silver shaman abused his clan but for years before that, they agonized immensely under his tyrannous involvement. His clan was pertinent to Gojo’s goals then…and it would help them advance their own ideas along with the elders as well so they remained compliant.

“Alright then. I need to you gather yourself, there’s much to do in the small time remaining.” The voice pauses but then proceeds, “Indulge Zenin for a while longer, you may need him even with the help we expect from the vessel against Gojo. If he’s so enthralled with the girl then surely, he’ll fight to keep her there.”

Getou sighs in annoyance some more, trying to center his brain around the true task at hand. “I understand and I will make sure everything is ready over here.” He hears them say “Perfect” before the phone clicks and gives tone of a dead line. Getou slowly lowers the phone from his ear as he relishes in the excitement that they’re that much closer from eliminating every single one of their obstacles.

“Master Genghis…” his eyes become dead in sight as he imagines the amount of agony his mentor suffered. His purpose is embedded back into his thoughts as he allows his own darkness to soothe his physical body.

“I will avenge everyone.”

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Bill and Ted do a scary movie marathon but then cant sleep

hello yes its no surprise that my first thought was nightmare on elm street so we're going with a 5 movie marathon of THAT up to the 1989 film HAHA 🤙 hope you enjoy!!

A/N: there are some very vague spoilers for the nightmare on elm street series (i mean like VAGUE) and also uhh small warning for like mentions of the slashing in the films?? its NOES i mean 🤷

this came out very kinda cute and idk if that's what you wanted but it's what my brain created 🎸

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Bill and Ted have never done very well with especially scary movies.

Of course, they could handle one by itself, so long as it's followed up by something else lighthearted and definitely not The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

However, the newest A Nightmare On Elm Street was supposed to be coming out soon, and it was Bill's brightest of ideas that they marathon the first five in preparation for the plotline. The last thing Bill remembered happening, vaguely, is an unborn baby and something about a nun. Ted hardly remembered the first one.

Hence, the marathon.

"Dude, we're totally gonna dominate this horror marathon," Bill said as he started busting out the VHS box set, laying them side by side so he wouldn't forget what order they had to watch them in. "I highly doubt that we, as mature adults of modern society, will cower in the face of Freddy Krueger." Bill looked up to see Ted's face scrunched with pension, and immediately started to back away from the whole thing entirely, putting the first movie back down.

"I just...," Ted huffed where he was slumped on their couch, and whipped his head up to look at Bill. "Remember when we saw the first one in the theatre and screamed so loud that the attendant dude had to escort us out?"

"Yeah..." Bill remembered the memory well. They totally missed out on the ending of that movie the first time. Bill shook his head, "But Ted, that was, like, seven years ago. We've totally grown up! I'm sure that it'll be a most excellent experience."

Ted could hear the hope in Bill's voice, so he gave a small huff and a firm, brave nod for Bill to put the tape in. Bill pumped his fist as he inserted the tape, jumping back up onto the couch next to Ted and nearly knocking their popcorn bowl over. Bill suggested they start the marathon around five, considering they were about to embark upon nearly eight hours of monster movie magic. The two had already spent the afternoon together making sure they had easy meals for when they got hungry later.

Ted had almost wished they didn't need the marathon as an excuse to do so, but of course, it was quickly a thought to be pushed to the back of his head.

The opening sequence of the first film began, and soon enough, both Bill's and Ted's eyes were laser-trained on the small TV, Ted giving a jump at any scare and Bill giving a gasp at any gore.

They managed okay through the first one. "The first one's never the scariest, dude," Bill said with forced confidence, though Ted could clearly see him shivering as he set up the next tape. He was shivering too, and he kind of wished Bill would sit closer to him, just to make sure he was actually there, and it all wasn't a dream where Freddy was about to slash open his insides at the last second.

They pushed their way through the second and the third without moving from the couch, and Ted finally chanced a glance over at Bill as soon as the credits started rolling.

Bill was visibly shaking, in a way that made Ted wonder if he was having some sort of horror-induced seizure.

"Dude," Ted said quietly, and Bill blinked as he let out a deep breath and looked over at Ted. "Are you okay?" Bill swallowed as he nodded.

"I'm totally cool, duder," he said assuredly, though his face didn't say the same. "Uh... Snack break?"

"Yeah, dude, definitely." Ted looked up and over at their wall clock to see it was almost ten at night, and they hadn't eaten a single mouthful of anything since their popcorn. "I'm egregiously starved."

Bill nodded as he stood up before stopping completely in his tracks.

"Dude," he said, quiet. "I have a most terrible feeling." Ted swallowed thickly as he watched Bill turn away.

"Dude, whatever joke you're about to pull, I swear, I'll punch you," Ted warned immediately. "Don't."

"Dude, it isn't a joke, I think-" Bill suddenly whipped his body around towards Ted and Ted let out a loud scream as he cowered away from Bill's figure. Bill let out a relieved sigh and Ted slowly uncovered his face to see Bill rubbing at his back. "I twisted my back, dude."

"Oh," Ted breathed out. He shook his head, "Dude, I totally thought you were about to Krueger me." Bill looked at him for a long moment before he started to laugh, and Ted couldn't help but join in.

The thought was so ridiculous, of course, but Ted could never be too sure with the things he'd experienced in life.

"C'mon, Ted, let's eat dinner," Bill huffed as he stretched out a little more before heading to the kitchen to heat up their pre-made spaghetti. Bill returned five minutes later with two bowls of noodles and two forks, passing one into Ted's lap and setting the other on top of the TV before reaching for the next tape.

"Bill, dude, already?" Ted said as Bill slid out the tape and inserted the next (he'd have to remind himself to rewind them all later the next day).

"Ted, the sooner we get through them, the sooner we can be done," Bill reasoned as the fourth movie began, grabbing his bowl and sliding back onto the couch, this time within Ted's immediate reach. Whether or not it was intentional was beyond either of them.

"You make it sound heinous," Ted mumbled, though his eyes were already studying the screen with apt attention.

"Sometimes, my friend, you have to suffer to enjoy masterpieces," Bill mumbled back, mindlessly twirling his spaghetti in the bowl without picking it up.

The fourth movie ended more abruptly than either of them expected, with only half of each of their bowls eaten. Bill blinked into the suddenly eerie and dark room as he abandoned his bowl and fork and dove for the TV to stop the tape. The room went suddenly quiet and Ted didn't dare move.

"One more," Bill whispered despite the fact that they were the only ones there, and Ted listened to Bill insert the fifth and final tape.

"Dude," Ted pleaded, unsure what he was pleading for. Probably for Bill to finish and get back up on the couch so Ted didn't throw himself in a full-fledged panic. They'd already come so far and they weren't about to give up now, but it would help immensely if he weren't alone.

Bill jumped back up onto the couch, thigh to thigh with Ted as the last opening sequence of the night played in their dark living room at nearly midnight.

Bill's closeness was more distracting than ever, Ted almost missing the best and most heinously gorey pieces of the film every time Bill tensed up and shook against him. He's sure he'd been doing the same thing, though Bill didn't seem at all affected by it.

It was strange how fear seemed to literally bring them closer together, and it almost made Ted laugh at the thought that Freddy Krueger could possibly be some kind of ingenious cupid, creating connection through collective terrorising.

However, as he listened to the children sing Freddy's rhyme at the end of the movie, he thought better of that notion because Bill was hiding his face in his shoulder, and he was pretty sure no cupid would do such a thing as to make his best friend cry.

"Bill, dude, you're shaking," Ted whispered quietly. "The movie's over." Bill breathed in as he lifted his head to look at the TV, relieved to see that it was over. He subtly began to wipe at his eyes, and it amazed Ted how this had all been Bill's idea, and yet he was the one most terrified.

"Ted, I do believe," Bill began, doing his best to puff up his chest, "that we are truly the most bravest of all the brave." Ted smiled as he nodded. He would've made fun of Bill for getting scared were it not for the own lingering terror he was still feeling.

"Bill, we are most definitely two of the bravest men alive," Ted agreed with a nod. He paused for a second before adding, "Next time, though, maybe we should just see the new movie by itself."

It took a moment before Bill nodded, and they both collectively said, "Agreed."

Ted did the liberty of turning the lights back on and throwing out their half-eaten dinners, Bill putting the tape pile aside for rewinding later. They both finished and met up at their bedroom door before nodding and heading to their respective beds.

It was quiet as they slipped underneath their sheets, Ted reaching and turning off the bedside lamp, shrouding them both in darkness. Ted could hear Bill's unsteady breathing from the other side of the room, large breaths in and out like he was having trouble calming down.

Ted was having a similar issue, wincing every time he tried to close his eyes and seeing gruesome scenes from the movies behind the lids. He did his best to think about other, less Krueger-y things, but ultimately, it seemed like even through film, Freddy seemed to have a hold on both of them.

After nearly a whole hour of heavy breathing and occasional wincing, Ted finally spoke up, "Dude, I totally can't sleep."

"Yeah, me neither," Bill said instantly, taking another deep breath. "I keep thinking that Freddy dude is gonna get me as soon as I fall asleep."

"Dude, me too." Ted huffed. "You think if we fell asleep at the same time, we'd have the same dream? That way if he does end up coming after us, at least we'll be together."

"Ted, that's total bogus," Bill groaned, rolling over to look at Ted. "He isn't real."

"Yeah, but our brains think he totally is," Ted countered. "So, if we trick our brains into thinking he can't fight the both of us at once, maybe we'll get some sleep." A long silence seemed to stretch before Bill let out a snort, and Ted let one out right after. "Yeah, dude, that's definitely not how it works."

"Nah, dude," Bill laughed. "But your idea would be most outrageously correct within the Elm Street universe." Ted laughed as he watched Bill shake with his own in the darkness.

"Let's try to sleep, Bill," Ted said when the chuckles died down, and he tried to shut his eyes. The images still flashed, however, and he had to open his eyes again. Bill was still staring at him. "Dude, this is most non-triumphant."

"...Hey, Ted," Bill spoke up, voice nervous, and Ted gave him his undivided attention. "D'you... Like, would it be okay if-"

"-we shared the bed?" Ted finished the thought, and Bill let out a barely visible grin. "Yeah, dude."

Since Bill had the bigger blanket of the two of them, Ted was the one to climb under Bill's covers and lay down inches from his face. Somehow, this was far better than sleeping ten feet away from him. This way, Ted could feel him and make sure he was there.

"Hey, dude," Ted said, breath hot against Bill's face, and he managed a smile.

"Thanks, Ted," he found himself saying, and Ted furrowed his brows.

"For what, dude?"

"I would've never gotten through five of the most egregiously gorey and triumphantly horrific movies in cinema without you."

Ted laughed as he hid his face in Bill's chest, and Bill found himself holding him as he did so, until they were just lying there, together.

"And we'll get through the new one together, too," Ted mumbled into Bill, whose breathing had finally gone steady.

This time when he closed his eyes, he didn't catch the flashing images of Freddy Krueger. Instead, he saw the flashing images of Bill and his grin that said there was no way Freddy Krueger could ever best the both of them as long as they were together.

#the king speaks #the king writes #bill and ted #bill s. preston esq.#ted theodore logan #bnt #a nightmare on elm street #freddy krueger #billandted

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